Sempiternal ♢ Jicheol

육 • frustrated

Romantic shit ft. a bit of angst

Seungcheol wasn't the type to get mad. He was a huge ball of sunshine. He never lets all negativity get to him. There's no such thing as 'frustration' when it comes to Seungcheol, until one day.

"Stop pushing me away." Seungcheol held Jihoon's arm, but he instantly let go if it once he received a deadly glare from his bestfriend.

Jihoon has been avoiding Seungcheol for days now, and it made Seungcheol frustrated than ever. He wasn't used to his bestfriend's silent and cold demeanor towards him. He misses the normal Jihoon. The one he can play and joke around with.

"Don't touch me." Jihoon glared at him. His voice was as sharp as a gutting knife. He started walking towards his own room, making Seungcheol become more exasperated than ever.

Jihoon abruptly stopped walking when he heard sobbing. He slowly glanced back to see Seungcheol with his head hung low, and his shoulders shaking.

When he cried there was a rawness to it, like the pain was still an open wound. Thee sobs were stifled at first as he attempted to hide his grief, then overcome by the wave of his emotions he would break down entirely, all his defenses washed away in those salty tears.

When he at last turned his face to Jihoon he was a picture of grief, loss, devastation. It was the face of one who had suffered before and didn't know if he could do it again.

"I thought... I thought I could manage. I can't." Seungcheol spoke quietly, his voice cracking. "I thought I could manage not talking to you, not being able to see your smiles. I thought I could."

Jihoon stayed quiet. He didn't utter a single word; He was afraid that if he did, he would just end up ruining everything. Including their friendship.

"Yell, scream, say something!" Seungcheol- who is now a sobbing mess again- screamed. He has decided that if Jihoon doesn't say anything, he'll leave for good.

"I LOVE YOU, OKAY?!"

Jihoon's response caught him off guard. His mind became blank, his throat suddenly becoming dry. Jihoon's words aren't processing in his mind.

Seungcheol rushed towards Jihoon before hugging him tightly. He hugged him so tight as if he's so afraid Jihoon would slip away.

Seungcheol sobbed into his chest unceasingly, hands clutching at his shirt. Jihoon held him in silence, rocking him slowly as his tears soaked his chest.

After a few minutes, Seungcheol has calmed down. Jihoon made Seungcheol look up at him. He explained why he wasn't talking to Seungcheol for the past few days. He was just afraid to let out his feelings because he was scared of rejection.

Little did Jihoon know that Seungcheol feels the same way towards him. They're both just scared to voice out their feelings for each other.

Jihoon slowly leaned in. He kissed him and the world fell away. It was slow and soft, comforting in ways that words would never be. His hand rested below Seungcheol's ear, his thumb caressing his cheek as their breaths mingled. Seungcheol ran his fingers down his spine, pulling him closer until there was no space left between them and he swore could feel the beating of his heart against his chest.

"I'm sorry, Coupsie. I'm so sorry." Jihoon muttered under his breath, their foreheads resting against each other.

"Don't be. I am so lucky to love you." Seungcheol replied with a warm smile on his face.

It's Jihoon that creates the warmth in Seungcheol's soul, him that fills Seungcheol full of love and keeps the fire burning in his eyes, and vice versa. If that isn't happiness, then they don't know what is, so they let it be their own definition, the one they keep with them always.