Fear | K.th [Editing]

Feathers In Veins [71°]

He lets out a shaky sigh, feeling the cold water trickle down his tatted skin. He interweaves his fingers through his wet hair and leans his forehead against the grimy tiled wall. He's gone two months sober; finally being cut off when the guards busted the drug train that was making rounds through the kitchen from the supply trucks. Now he has to deal with the nightmares, the illusions, the withdrawals; vomiting, sweating, tremors—the bad things being planted inside his head to make him lose his shit.

He flutters his eyes close and tries to picture happy memories, happy thoughts; shrouded in darkness as he mutters to himself to try and believe it.

"I think we deserve a happy endin'...we've suffered a lot n'-n' I wanna be able to call ya my husband." Korain smacked his lips, an inclined nod. "It has a good ring ta it...Jeongguk, my—"

"Why're you so protective of this queer...wait, you aren't a queer yourself are ya?"

He shakes his head. C'mon...c'mon...

"Je suis parti parce que je savais que tu me trouverais, I left because I knew you would find me." Jeongguk murmured into Korains messy bed hair, pulling him closer after Korain began to freak out. "Tu ne serais pas parti seul si je n'étais pas parti, non? You would not have left alone if I hadn't gone, right?"

"Korain. Understand that you'll never be like the rest o' yer brothers. All yer useful for is a good fuck, alongside Jimin. It's the only reason yer still kept alive. Now, quit fuckin' cryin' 'n—"

Korain bangs his fist against the tiled wall, hands shaking with forlorn and despair; stop changing, stop, stop, think of him—only him.

"I wanted a normal life. With you. Where we can express our love without being ashamed for who we are. We never got to live like normal people while in the mafia and you know this—"

"This stays between me and you. Do you understand, boy? Your mother and brother can't know about this...do you understand me, boy?—"

"I—I want a life where we can go to a grass field, enjoy the chirping of the birds, the sound of nature, and star gaze at night like a normal couple. I want to go to a coffee shop on a quiet Saturday morning and talk amongst—"

"Seo-jun?"

Their mother stood in front of the door, grocery bags dropping as she peered at her husband with his legs sprawled out on the ground in front of the kitchen counter. The older male looked up at his wife and one of his sons, a shotgun against his shoulder. He looked as if he was caught doing something innocent, like his hand in the cookie jar--not wrapped around the barrel of a gun.

His first response was a soft 'oh,' apparently not expecting the two members of their family in front of him to have been home so early. His lips pursed into a thin line, locking gazes with Korain. The boy stared ahead, frozen in place as he took in the scene. He didn't know what was going on, didn't like it even if he didn't understand.

The door remained completely wide open, anybody who was walking by could see all into their home. His mother was frantic, confused on what her husband was doing—was about to do. Her eyes landed on a piece of paper beside his leg, black ink scribbled messily onto the paper.

Korain glanced over his shoulder, realizing Taehyung hadn't followed them in yet. It was raining, thundering; the blue sky starting to get darker by each silent minute that past. He whipped his head back around when he heard the shotgun cock.