Mingyu made his way through Wonwoos home until he reached the bathroom, stopping outside. The door was open a jar, but he didn't want to be rude, so Mingyu gently knocked the door.
"Wonwoo? It's Mingyu" he called out, waiting for a reply. But the only sound he was met with was the sound of running water. So, he tried again. "Wonwoo, im sorry for breaking in and all but I wanted to make sure you were alright" Mingyu said as he let out a deep sigh, peeking through the crack in the door.
Finally he'd had enough, pushing the door open as he began to speak. "Don't ignore me, I jus- WONWOO!" He cut his own sentence short when he seen the shaggy black haired male he'd grown to love submerged under water in the bathtub.
Mingyu ran into the bathroom, instantly grabbing hold of Wonwoo, who he thought was dead, and pulled him out of the bath. Wonwoo choked up whatever water he had swallowed, gasping for air as he tried to make sense of what was happening. "M-Mingyu?" The soaked boy asked in a daze, still gasping for air.
"What the hell are you playing at?! You could have died!" Mingyu yelled, holding Wonwoo close to his chest as he sunk down onto the floor next to him. His whole body was shaking due to the fear of possibly loosing Wonwoo.
"It's not like you would care, it's not like anyone would care" Wonwoo sniffled out, tears already welling up in his eyes.
Wonwoo so desperately wanted to push Mingyu away, to yell at him for hurting him so badly, to kick him out, but he couldn't. He couldn't bare leaving the boys side right now. Wonwoo was so warm against his cold, shivering body. Plus it felt nice to be in someone's arms, finally getting the comfort he had been craving.
"It's not like I would care?" Mingyu asked, well, more like scoffed. The words seeming to hurt more then any pain he had felt. "If I didn't care then why would I be here, huh? I care so much about you, im just sorry it's taken me this long to realise that I do love you! I love you more then anything I've ever loved before!" Mingyu spoke, his voice seeming to get quieter as he finished his sentence as tears began to prick the corners of his eyes. "Im so sorry"
It was in that moment that Wonwoo realised he didn't want to die, he didn't want to leave Mingyus side. No now, not ever. But he'd realised that to late.
I've fucked up, fucked up big style. Was all Wonwoo could think.
"Mingyu" Wonwoo said with a sense of urgency to his voice, yet the fear in his eyes when he looked up at Mingyu was the thing that made the younger more worried. "Mingyu, I've fucked up! Im sorry!" Wonwoo was now in tears, clinging to the taller boy as if his life depended on it.
Mingyu then took notice of the bathroom floor. In his panicked state of mind, Mingyu had failed to notice the various empty pill sheets and boxes scattered around the bathroom floor, the odd pill dropped and forgotten about in the mix of all the empty boxes. Mingyu could feel his heart sink in his chest as a painful wave of realisation hit him.
No...oh god no...Wonwoo, please...don't tell me you...
"Wonwoo" Mingyus grip seemed to tighten around the boy, his eyes wide with fear as he glanced down at the pale boy in his arms. "What have you done?" He asked, hoping that what he was thinking was wrong.
"I messed up" Wonwoo cried out, his body beginning to shake more as he cried harder. "Im sorry! I took a load of shit I found in the medicine press! I took it all, Mingyu! I don't wanna die!" He cried harder, realising he had made a mistake.
"Shhh" Mingyu hushed the boy, tears freely slipping down his cheeks. "You're not gonna die! You hear me?" Mingyu said as he lifted Wonwoo up so they were now sitting opposite to each other. "You're not going to die" Mingyu repeated as he cupped Wonwoos cheeks. But he could tell Wonwoo was sick from all the pills he had swallowed just by looking at him, his skin was such a sickly colour and he looked completely dazed.

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A curse called love {complete}
FanfictionEvery night, without fail, wonwoo would write an entry in his diary. He would write about the day, about his thoughts, about his feelings and any other things he felt like he needed to write down. The diary held everything that ever happened to the...