Red Strings

Red Strings 7/?

(Finally caught this story up with the one on AFF. Will be keeping the same A/N's, so if they don't make sense or you're just like what, that's why.)

Cross posting stories on Wattpad. It's so weird compared to AFF, like, I think it doesn't allow indents. What the heck??? I don't know, iffy and whatnot but it's w/e. New to it.

I really have no excuse for the long overdue update.

Can we also just thank Mr. Kim Wonsik for blessing us? Like, Damn Ra, putting out fire tracks one after another.

Please ignore any mistakes— unedited.

Wonsik laid there silently for quite sometime, fingers slowly and softly threading through Taekwoon's almond locks before cautiously slipping away. He quietly climbed off the bed, eyes locked on the softly snoring figure that shifted slightly, making him freeze in his movements.

"Wonsik..." Taekwoon's nose crinkled adorably as a sigh left his parted lips, head turning back and forth until dug itself into the pillow that the tattooed man had previously occupied.

The younger felt a smile tug at his lips, standing up from the bed as he had made it to the edge. He took soft steps over to the sleeping body, leaning down to press a kiss on the others neck before pulling away and heading towards the window.

Only once his feet met the ground did he let out a loud huff, eyes staring back up longingly at the entrance he had just exited from. He hugged his loose clothing tighter against his body as he slowly made his way down the empty street, shivering a little as the cool air hit him

As he headed towards his friends house, he felt waves of pain hit him, emotionally.

He had never cried before, yet he had basically bawled his eyes out in front of the one person he truly wanted to look strong to; Taekwoon. He had sobbed like a baby, hugging the other tight against his chest as tears ran down his face in streams. Never had he felt so helpless and sad— vulnerable.

"Let me help you too."

Those words had affected him more than he would like to admit.

He had been independent for the most part of his life, fending for himself. He learned how to survive on little to no help, how dirty and cold the world treated those of a lower social class. He was the one his family had to depend on as his father was too busy with the illegal things he did, his mother too fragile and oftentimes too sick to hold up a job.

He ran fingers through his hair repeatedly, anxiety creeping up on his as he felt his body tremble. His hands shook as he brought them down to his sides, clenching them into tight fists before quickening his pace.

He took the most direct route to a house he hadn't been to since forever— since he began sleeping at home— nearly sprinting up the short flight of stairs before basically ramming his knuckles into the wooden door repeatedly.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, coming to my house at four in the motherfucking morning, banging on this door like you fucking own the motherfucking hou—Ravi." The tanned man let out a huff as he glared at the man standing on his door steps. "Of cour— hey. Hey, hey, hey, what's wrong?"

Wonsik couldn't hold in the sob that ripped itself from his lips as he gripping onto his hair tightly, shaking his head rapidly. He let himself be pulled into the warm house, into the skinny but warm arms that wrapped themselves around him tightly. "Jaehwan." His voice rasped out.

"What's wrong? What happened, Wonsik?" The male's real name felt foreign on the elders tongue, just like how his own name felt when the others voice reached his ears. Jaehwan rarely ever addressed Ravi by his real name just like he never called the elder by his, simply calling him Ken.