Remember Me (Taewin) Taeyong x Winwin

"It was me..."

"Why are you here...why? What did you do with Taeyong hyung? Answer me!" he yelled frustrated, waking up Taeyong who was sleeping peacefully.

"Talk to me. Just leave us alone already, please," he begged, "I did everything I could to save you, but you threw it all away, all of my efforts. It's not my fault!" he continued.

"Winwin! What are you talking about?" he asked confused as he stood up, "it's me Taeyong!" The said male walked up towards the latter but was pushed away immediately.

"Stop pretending to be hyung!" he cried, "tell me now! Where is he?" The boy's voice was shaking, undoubtedly worried and terrified in the situation he was in. The other male, believed to be Jongup, stood very still, not even uttering a single word. Winwin felt that he must quickly leave the room and try to protect himself. I can't save hyung even if I'll be caught, he thought to himself.

He walked backwards slowly. After making sure that there was enough distance between them, he turned around and sprinted towards the kitchen. Immediately after he left the room, he heard footsteps indicating that the other was following him, running after him to be precise. Upon entering the kitchen, he quickly tried grabbing a knife that happened to appear being stuck in the wooden case.

The footsteps stopped, the Chinese adult hastened, even more, holding the wooden case down as his other hand yanked as hard as he could manage. At last, he felt it shift upwards, not feeling any pain even with the knife slowly cutting his hand.

His wounded hand trembled fearfully as he held the sharp blade, in an attempt to stop or lessen the trembling; he held the knife with both hands, aiming it to the boy that stood by the entrance.

"Winwin-ah calm down, please," he tried again, "can't you see your hand is bleeding? You're hallucinating!" Taeyong pleaded, his eyes showing signs of tears, wanting to tend Winwin's injury.

Winwin stood there still. He understood nothing, heard nothing - and most importantly - he did not recognize the person standing in front of him as his lover. Taeyong cautiously took steps forwards, his palm flat against his chest, repeating the words "It's me Winwin. Taeyong."

He seemed like he was starting to calm down. The trembling stopped, his gaze softened, and his hands slowly rested to his sides. Taeyong was able to get in front of Winwin and give him a hug. The boy gently caressed the Chinese male's back, muttering words of comfort.

"Ah!" he bellowed, feeling an intense pain in his upper back. Taeyong slowly stumbled backward, feeling warm liquid drip from his back. His knees began to give up before completely collapsing to the cold hard tiles. Giving a last glance to Winwin who had tears streaming down his face. "Win...win..." he muttered weakly before losing consciousness.

A pool of blood forming just beneath the body - the strong metallic smell filling the atmosphere.

Suddenly the other boy regained consciousness, perhaps by the scent of blood. Upon seeing the bloody motionless body on the floor, he dropped the knife that was almost glued to his grip.

"No, no," he muttered breathlessly, " this can't be happening. Please, wake up hyung," he cried as he repeatedly shook the lifeless body of the person he loved. Still, he received no response.

The male hurriedly went to their room to get his phone; he slipped on the floor due to the blood and hit his head on the edge of the sink, immediately losing consciousness.

"Hey, wake up!" the stranger shouted, slamming the table in between them, making it shake forcefully.

Ugh, why is this person waking me up, isn't it still early morning? He groaned attempting to wake himself up. The boy tried to stretch his body, but he couldn't, just heard something clanking nearby as it held him back.