if without you || seongjoong

we're still one, aren't we?

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the ride was painfully silent.

hongjoong was holding every stinging pain on his hand, his eyes holding back tears.

seonghwa stayed quiet, mind processing way too many things.

how could the media know?

"so, which way are we going?" eden asked, breaking the dead silence.

"my apartment," hongjoong replied slightly quicker and sharper than seonghwa.

seonghwa looked at hongjoong in frustration; hongjoong was deciding by himself. again.

but seonghwa wasn't in the mood for more shouting and screaming, so he let it be.

eden arrived at hongjoong's apartment soon after. hongjoong left the car immediately after he pulled the backpack who sat next to seonghwa. he took the suitcase from the trunk, ignoring his shaking hands, went straight to the apartment building.

he left seonghwa who was still talking with eden, wanting to fix his hands immediately as breezy air shocked his wounds.

but seonghwa chased him and now they were on the elevator, lips shut, tight air filled their lungs.

hongjoong unlocked his property and dusty air welcomed him immediately.

he didn't even wait for seonghwa, all he cared was himself and only him.

"what now hongjoong?" seonghwa growled as he closed the door properly.

hongjoong didn't care. these hands were throbbing and stinging.

what now?

now, hongjoong wanted to treat the wounds.

he put his suitcase wherever he wanted. he was about to go to the kitchen to wash his hands–

"stop doing that!" seonghwa raised his voice, making hongjoong stood straight surprised.

hongjoong froze, his back facing seonghwa. spine stiffen and suddenly his hands went numb.

what now?

"why are you mad? was it because i shouted at you earlier?" seonghwa asked, demanding.

"i was so tired, seonghwa. why can't you be patient? did you see what did they do to me?" hongjoong asked back, voice low and weak.

"maybe if we're faster, none of that happened!" seonghwa spat back sharply.

"well, i am sorry for being slow after the hospitalization! why can't you stop whining and at least pay attention to the situation?" hongjoong threw a question angrily to the accusation.

"it's funny coming from the person who literally spent his two days whining in the hotel with no reason!" seonghwa shot back, his words burned hongjoong.

"i wished i could handle the pressure better; none of that supposed to happened!" hongjoong raised his voice, offended.

because hongjoong himself knew that it wasn't something that he made, it was his mind who played him. and seonghwa should've knew that–

"and i wished you didn't pay me a visit that night!" seonghwa reached his climax.

it was unintentional.

but it hurt.

it's fine

it wasn't your fault