Insanity

Myungsoo Opens Up

'My mother passed away when I was 4 years old...' Myungsoo began. The quiver in his voice began to rise again, and his eyes filled with water, making his eyes even more beautiful to Woohyun. Woohyun's mouth opened a little; the creases in his forehead becoming more prominent. Myungsoo broke the contact at this point and gazed down at his tattoo. He resumed tracing it with his finger; making him feel connected to her again...Woohyun noticed this. 'Is that tattoo for her?' 'Yes...' Myungsoo whispered. 'It reminds me of her beauty, and that she's always a part of me forever..'Myungsoo's voice was filled with sniffles and his voice had become increasingly shaken. Myungsoo lifted his arm onto the table and showed Woohyun. He's never showed anyone else before.. he's normally kept it hidden, only for him to see. It makes it more personal for him that way. But with Woohyun.. he didn't understand why it was different. He felt safe and secure, the way only his mum has made him feel in his whole life.

The tattoo was in the middle of his inner right arm, covering half of his skin. The wings were white with a black outline and had a date underneath, written in a curved font. 'What's the date for..?' Woohyun asked. 'It's the day I was born..' Myungsoo replies. 'It's the day she said was the best day of her life. And I want a happy memory of hers to be with her too. So she'll never forget it.' Woohyun was speechless. He never would've imagine that a guy like Myungsoo (dark, mysterious and distant) had such a soft and personal side. He felt honoured that Myungsoo had shared this with him. Myungsoo continued on. 'When she died, my dad met another woman almost instantly. I was angry. All I could think was who does this woman think she is, trying to replace the most important person in my life. I knew I'd never get used to it.. and I was right..' He felt himself becoming angry, and was becoming noticeably frustrated.

Woohyun intertwined his hand with Myungsoo's and started tracing the outline of the wings with his other hand. Myungsoo's eyed widened. He expected to feel even more angry. He expected to want to pull away so no one else could be with his mother. But something was different. It was clear to him more than ever. Woohyun instantly felt Myungsoo relax when he held his arm. Myungsoo's veins were prominent; almost out of his skin. His fingers were gentle and soft, and the tattoo was painted beautifully onto his arm. They both gazed down to the tattoo. Woohyun was admiring the tattoo and Myungsoo's arms, and Myungsoo was admiring the gentleness of Woohyun's touch up and down his arm. He got goosebumps. Woohyun let out a small giggle. Myungsoo instantly felt relieved and comforted. He felt wanted. He felt safe.

'hehe. Well, I guess you're getting butterflies huh?' Woohyun joked. There it was again. That smile. That damn smile that left Myungsoo confused yet highly aroused. He needed a distraction. 'Wanna go for a coffee?' Myungsoo suggested. He wanted to get to know Woohyun more, and that was the perfect chance. 'Sure.' Woohyun agreed, and they walked along the curved paths, down to the campus coffee shop. They exchanged numbers and spoke for hours upon hours. It was the happiest Myungsoo had been in a long while.

They were walking along. Giggling, talking and being themselves. Myungsoo's cheeks were aching from the smiling and laughing he'd been doing in Woohyun's company. The green man flashes along the busy road, cueing them to safely cross. Without warning, a car comes shooting around the corner. The sound of the exhaust could be heard from a far distance. However, by the time the car had come to the lights.. it was too late. Everything happens in slo motion for woohyun. He is frozen still, watching the car approach him. He closes his eyes and braces for impact.