Noh Omo (BMC And DEH)

12) Unfinished

Made: 2/28/2019
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AU: None

Ship: Boyf Riends

Warnings: Self Harm, Violence, Homophobic Slur, Eating Disorders, all the good shit™

This is a rewrite of a chapter  I made in my other oneshot book, and i got really bored of writing this chapter so it's unfinished but hdiwjdjd Sorry for not posting in a while

Hot tears of desperation cascaded down Michael's face as he violently bit his bottom lip, the familiar metallic taste forming on his tongue. Laughing dryly, he angrily wiped his eyes, only the crying didn't cease.

"Loser," He echoed into the empty bathroom, "pathetic, fucking loser." Partially muffled music could be heard through the wooden door, Michael turned his head away in disgust. Feeling something dripping down his chin, he wiped off the substance with the back of his hand only to find his fingers caked in dark, dripping blood.

He stared back at himself in the mirror, his face contorting into one of distaste as he quickly avoided his gaze. Focusing on anything else, his eyes wandered down to his wrists. Thin white lines decorated both arms, leading all the way up to his elbows, a good 20 cuts on each.

He had been clean for just about 2 years upon Jeremy's request.

Though, he didn't have anyone to keep that promise to anymore now, did he?

He held his fingernails up to his left wrist, making deep, vertical cuts along the tan flesh, letting out shuddering sighs of relief while doing so. He gasped sharply at one pont, pulling down his jacket sleeves in the nick of time as the door hammered open, damaging the wall that was at the mercy of it's impact.

He scowled as his eyes locked with Jeremy's, who's confident, asshole-y demeanor was now replaced with his usual timid, anxious one. Michael would've smiled at the familiarity of it had the situation not been so tense. Jeremy stared back at him guiltily, tears threatening to fall upon seeing the dried blood trailing down his chin.

"What the hell do you want, Jeremy." Venom laced his words as he narrowed his eyes at the shorter boy. Jeremy seemed to shrink back as Michael scrambled to his feet, glaring daggers at the other.

"I wanted- I-I wanted to, uhm, apologize." An unbearably (the first suggestion when I typed in 'u' was uwu and I don't know how I feel anymore) tense silence overcame the atmosphere, Jeremy averted the others sharp gaze.

Michael was the first to break it, he laughed bitterly, pressing his fingers to his temple as if he were dealing with a toddler. "Your unbelievable, Jeremy." He clapped his hands together with each sylable, "un-fucking-believable." The paler boy flinched at the sharp edge to his words, but stood his ground none the less.

"Mike, please, just let me-" "don't 'Mike' me." Clamping his mouth shut, Jeremy watched defenseless as Michael unraveled before him. "You come back from your- what? sex-toy just so you can pretend to be sorry? After shitting on our 12 years of friendship?"

The Filipinos shoulders began to rack with sobs as he continued through tears, "and- and you don't even.." Jeremy began to approach the taller boy despite his protests. "Don't touch me-" before he could begin to comprehend what was happening, he felt a fist come in contact with his eye, hard. (hArd?)

Clutching his hand over the right side of his face, he and Michael stared at each other with the same shocked, horrified expression. "Jer- I didn't-" he began sputtering before he was cut off with a breathy laugh, "no, I.. I deserved that. I was being an asshole.. and, you're right. I should've listened to you then."

Walking forward, Jeremy placed his forehead against Michaels, this time being granted access to do so. "We're both assholes." The taller of the two nodded, an unsuppressed smile on his face, it quickly faded as his eyebrows knitted together in concern. Grabbing both sides of Jeremy's face, his hand ghosted over the bruising patch of skin, frown deepening upon seeing it.

"Shit Jer.." offering a small smile, Jeremy grabbed his wrists, guiding them Michaels back to his sides. "I have some ice at my house..?" He spoke with uncertainty. Nodding, Jeremy allowed himself to be steered out of the bathroom, and into the wave of wasted high schoolers. Many of them oh-so kindly offered Michael a foul look and several whispered 'fag's', the paler boy watched as he blinked back tears at some of the comments.

TimeSkip Sponsored By Michaels New Jacket

Jeremy felt himself being lifted onto the counter, Michael paused when he felt that the paler boy had somehow gotten lighter "Jer." He hummed in acknowledgement, leaning lazily on his hand as he took in the familiar sight of Michaels kitchen. "Have you been eating well?" He froze at that, setting his gaze on his now very interesting shoes.

"I don't know what your talking about." He made the mistake of sneaking a glance at Michael, who had a look of unsettlement etched into his gaze as he pulled at his fingers uneasily. Jeremy exhaled deeply, turning his gaze to his reflection in the cabinets glass, he barely recognized himself anymore; his regular unruly hair was combed back with an ungodly amount of hair gel, and even he could see he had gotten much too thin to be considered healthy anymore.

"No. No I haven't, Micah." Michael nodded solemnly in response, burying his head into the crook of Jeremy's neck, they looked at themselves in the glass. "Jesus Christ." Michael Joked, hoping to ease the tension in the room. He followed Jeremy's gaze to see that he was staring at his wrists, his fully exposed wrists.

"Michael."

Michael didn't give an answer, he instead began bracing himself for the inevitable.

"Michael let me see your wrists."

A moment passed before he complied, hesitantly rolling up the sleeves of his jacket. Dried blood slathered the surface of his once clear skin, open cuts stung at the feel of cold air and old marks accessorized them. Running his finger over the gashes, Jeremy pressed a soft kiss to one of the especially deep cuts, lifting his head to look at Michael.

"..When did you start again?" The stoner focused his gaze on the cuts, wishing they would fade away overnight. "About a half hour ago." He mumbled. Jeremy's face contorted into one of guilt and regret, he forced Michael to meet his eyes, opening his mouth to speak before being cut off. "Jer, this was my decision. I was being stupid."

"No, Mike. I should've never taken that stupid tic-tac."

The taller boy pursed his lips in s thin line, but didn't press. After digging around in the freezer, he held a gel ice pack to Jeremy's right eye. The shorter boy shivered at the change of temperate but flushed at the intimacy of the situation. Michaels thumb just barely ghosted on his skin from where he held it, and he was so close Jeremy could make out every detail of his face and feel his breath on his neck.

Melting into the cool comfort, Jeremy allowed his eye lids to droop a bit as he weakly held on to Michaels wrist, studying at him with a half lidded gaze. The Filipino panicked as his face slowly moved towards him, he felt sweat bead on his forehead. He smiled nervously. "Jer?"

He hummed lazily in response.

"What are you..?" Jeremy blinked, his face glowing red as he jerked back, hitting his head on the cabinet and falling off the counter. The impact left both of them on the tile floor, faces flushed and breathing slightly quickened from the shock of how fast the situation escalated.

Michael opened his eyes only to realize both of their legs had become entangled, Jeremy's face  once again trailed dangerously close to his.

A pause.

"HeY." Jeremy croaked, his voice cracking, smiling uneasily.

K bye