Of Fake Smiles and Broken Hearts

thirty six - final

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Also: Edited last 160417 (also some minor parts are edited in Asianfanfics!). I added more lines and such. Nothing really big. Just more cheesy lines (don't kill me). Hah!

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final

High school had always been a snippet of his life where he had been afraid to share among his friends. Although he met Baekhyun in his bruised state once, the latter always deemed the case being a onetime thing since Kyungsoo himself looked unfazed by waking up in a stranger's bed covered in cuts, bruises and a headache that travels from the back of his head and up his temples. Thinking about it now, Baekhyun should've felt terrified when the redhead simply nods his head at him and struggles to stand up before dashing out of the house. They didn't go to the same school during high school so it was easier for the both of them to put the other's memories on the back of their heads—but fate seems to be enjoying seeing Kyungsoo struggle with his life and so they crossed paths again in college.

Their friendship had always looked one sided for the most part; with Baekhyun looking after Kyungsoo and the latter wanting nothing to do with him or his unusual antics. It goes on for half a year—and by that time a giant ball of energy has appeared in the picture with his exaggerated movements and a deep baritone voice that had never ceased to yell Baekhyun's name from across the hall accompanied with poorly written love poetry. His smile was always a tad bit too wide that made it almost impossible for people to take him seriously.

High school had always been a snippet of his life yet it manages to take over his whole being—making sure to imprint scars in his mind and carve words in his body with knife. It resulted to a terrible mess of disarray thoughts and an even horrible outlook in life; sums up Do Kyungsoo overall. On some days, he would often wonder if high school was just a horrible nightmare that he couldn't seem to let go. He would often wonder if it was even real but once he look down on his body, all these questions immediately fades away from his mind. High school days meant bluish bruises turning yellowish as time passes by. It means Hyunsik—the person he once loved. It means monsters from nightmares that creep up on him during daylight and no one is there to protect him.

Kyungsoo chokes on his sobs. The pain coming from his stomach was unbearable. He twists and turns at the sensation. There were bruises on his pale skin, coloring his jaw with yellowish bruises that turns blue in its edges. There's a cut on his chest and red liquid drips down on his flat stomach. He doesn't exactly remember when he'd gotten it. It doesn't matter anyway since it's only one out of a dozen injuries running up and down his small body. His skin was decorated with blood and he's suddenly feeling lightheaded—like the wind is knocked out of him completely. For a minute, he lay down on the cold floor with his nose touching the pavement and his arms wrapped around his stomach. The people around him laugh before turning away. He stares down at his blood-stained fingers—with one of his digits twitching uncontrollably. Kyungsoo started sobbing and a trail of tears fell down his cheeks slowly. They were gone—and he could finally let his wall crumble before him. There's silence throughout the place and only Kyungsoo's shallow breathing can be heard. Without the people around him, he could finally feel it upon himself—the burn in his stomach and the pain that is buzzing from his head. His whole body is frozen and he can finally feel every punch, kick and every impact of words directed to him. Kyungsoo stays curled up in the same corner until seven in the evening, when he's sure that no one would see him limping through the school hallways. He goes home to their nearly empty home and lies down on the bed with a sick smile on his lips. Maybe he was a lot of things but he was most definitely a mad man. Perhaps Kyungsoo had gotten used to it—but he couldn't dismiss the fact that he liked to see his own blood dripping down his arms.