sehun rolled over on his bed, emitting a loud groan. school was the last thing he wanted to go to.
but then his phone vibrated, and he smiled.
to get up in the morning was the equivalent to getting a knee to the stomach,
a look to the mirror was a slap to the cheek,
a forced smile was a knife to the chest.
"from: jongin -
good morning
sleep well?" read the text.
"to: jongin -
well enough" he responded.
but the knife never touched sehun's chest,
it ran itself over
his thighs
and hips,
caressing every inch of skin it could reach.
pressing its cold, hard grip against him,
marking him as its own.
jongin caught a glimpse of sehun's waist as the other stretched his arms over his head.
"hey, what's that on your waist?"
"oh... it was the cat."
jongin knew better.
little did sehun know,
jongin thought he was beautiful.
jongin cherished him.
and ever minute, every second, every moment he breathed,
jongin was thankful.
that school day, during study hall, sehun decided today was the day. he talked himself into it, and now he's going to do it.
he's home now, holding a bottle of sleeping pills he stole from his parent's bathroom.
his phone buzzed.
"from: jongin -
it's late so i'm going to sleep
goodnight."
sehun smiled.
"to: jongin -
goodbye."
little did jongin know,
sehun was long gone.
