Myungsoo was on life support. Wires were coming out from different parts of his body, and were connected to machines. The doctors had been talking for a while about turning it off and seeing if he could support himself without it. Today was the day. The doctor and 3 nurses came in. Woohyun was allowed to stay. He held Myungsoo's hand in his own, reassuring him that he was not alone, and never will be again.
The doctors remove the tubes and the machine that keeps him alive. He lies, motionless. Maybe he wasn't strong enough to support himself. The doctor and nurses hang their heads, and Woohyun's tears trickle his face once again, something only Myungsoo has caused. He hangs his head and clenches Myungsoo's hand even tighter: while tracing his tattoo with his other hand. All is silent..
A sharp inhale echoes through the room, alerting everyone back to reality. Myungsoo's motionless body begins to move. He clenches Woohyun's hand and turns to face Woohyun. His eyes slowly open, welcoming him back where he truly belongs. He stares at Woohyun. His intense stare has now turned to a stare of affection and friendship. The moment is beautiful. All Woohyun can think at the moment is 'Did his mum hear me?' They sit for hours, staring into each other's eyes. Woohyun strokes Myungsoo's hair. A tear falls down his face, and Woohyun giggles. Everything feels right. Myungsoo is happy in this moment. And he's never been happier. He's never felt so safe or cared for before... and it's something that he hopes he will feel forever.
A few weeks later, Myungsoo is allowed home. Woohyun moved Myungsoo in with him to help him recover and he helps him with his school work. Woohyun graduated early due to his grades and made job with the local newspaper full time rather than part time, which he was whilst at school.
Myungsoo however, has to resist the year due to his low grades and missing time off due to the accident. Myungsoo fell more and more in love with Woohyun as the days progressed. And he knew it was time to tell him.
They lie on Myungsoo's bed late one night. They lie in silence, staring at the ceiling. Myungsoo breaks the silence after some time. 'I heard you at the hospital.' A small grin is painted in the corner of his mouth. Woohyun's eyes widen; he looks over to Myungsoo. He's embarrassed. Myungsoo uses this against him. 'You love me, huh?' His smile was covered with a look of sincerity and curiosity. Woohyun didn't know how to respond. He just stared at Myungsoo; worry in his eyes. 'Well.. people say stupid things when they're worried don't they?' A small, nervous giggle hints to Myungsoo that he meant to he said in the hospital. He was just too scared to say anything now. Myungsoo finally bright up the courage to tell Woohyun. Now that he knows what Woohyun's really feeling, he feels even more comfortable around him. 'Well.. I heard every word. And every word you said.. I felt the exact same..' Woohyun stared; his eyes widened even more. His breaths quickened as he processed what Myungsoo had just said. 'Really Myung?' There is was again. The shortening of his name. This was the confirmation he needed. Woohyun did love him. 'Yeah. But it's embarrassing because you didn't mean what you said, so just forget I said anything..'
Woohyun's stare is just as sincere as it's always been. He threw Myungsoo back onto the bed and sat on top of him. He pinned his arms to the bed with his own, and pressed his lips against Myungsoo with almighty force. After a minute, he released Myungsoo from his grasp, and resumed the stare; now forceful and passionate. After a second, Myungsoo pulls Woohyun in for more. He desperately seeked more. He ran his fingers through Woohyun's hair. Woohyun traced Myungsoo's face with his gentle fingers. His finger travelled down to his best, and ripped Myungsoo's tip away from his body. Woohyun traces his fingers down Myungsoo's scarred chest. His muscles were prominent. Woohyun delivered kisses down Myungsoo's chest and arm. Myungsoo let our a soft sigh. He ruffled Woohyun's messy hair, and he kissed Woohyun's neck. They enjoyed each other's touch, and it was perfect. They eventually fell asleep in each other arms, cuddled into each other, embracing each other's company.
Myungsoo woke up first. Last night seemed like a dream. The first sight when he opened his eyes was Woohyun, asleep next to him. His hair was ruffled from the night before, and the sweat was still noticeable. So last night wasn't a dream. Myungsoo took this time to appreciate who he had by his side. The man he didn't know he needed. The man who was there for him when no one else was. He now understood what it was about Woohyun that changed him. It was his presence. Just hearing his voice calmed him.
Seeing his face relaxed him. That's what he's been longing for. Someone to cure him. To relieve him of his burdens. He's found what he's been searching for.. and it was perfect. The cure of his..
Insanity...
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Insanity
General Fictionmyungsoo: a bad boy from a broken home meets woohyun, the perfect boy with the perfect image. however.. no one is really perfect.. are they? they always say opposites attract