Dreamy // oneshots

Salty tears ; taechan

Small sobs escaped his lips as he ran ignoring all his hyungs's calls "Haechan!" He ignored his favorite hyung's voice. It sounded stern but worried, the frail boy shook his head. No more pain, none. he wanted out, he was feeling Green bright green before but now he was feeling blue the deepest darkest shade. It was a color system he used with the 127 hyungs to express their emotion level from green being happy to blue being sad, red being angry and yellow neutral.

Donghyuck was exhausted yes but he became alerted when overhearing his hyungs talk shit behind his back, it hurt especially what taeyong said. "Annoying, bothersome, a rude lil brat" was he that bad? The salty tears slid down at a faster pace as he tripped over himself scraping his knees up and crashing to the ground on his arm, small whimpers escaped his throat.

He thought taeyong liked him, taeyong was nice to him. When mark rejected his hugs taeyong would whisper small words of compliments and hug him. But taeyong didn't really like him, he was just dumb for thinking such. Hearing footstep grow closer the small tanned male pushed himself up and dashed towards the nearest place he thought he'd easily lose them.

The woods. Yes it hurt when he fell but he brushed off the growing pain in his arm just like all the practices he spent trying to perfect his moves but falling from either crashing into a hyung, or being tripped by one. Ignoring the branches that scratched at his skin he ran those salty tears running out and sobs being replaced with harsh breathless hiccups.

He stopped once he reached his favorite little hiding spot and slid down against the tree gasping trying to allow his little lungs to work but they weren't on his side today, his lungs burnt and his mouth was dry. "No no no not now panic attack!" He cried gripping at his chest the pain in his arm dulling as he focused on trying to breathe.

This was it. He was pathetic just like taeil hyung said when they gathered around thinking he had fallen asleep, "haechan is super annoying." Mark had started everyone humming in agreement although Jaehyun just got up and went to go get himself some food, Donghyuck tried to shake the words off but the more he tried the louder the voices mimicked him.

"Someone really should kick his ass." Yuta growled lowly, sicheng had pipped in "mm maybe give him a good shove teach him not to be so touchy." Again they buzzed with agreements johnny chuckling in a acknowledgement "in all honesty i think we'd be better off if he stuck with dream so annoying." Doyoung spoke looking over to jungwoo who hummed "why'd they even let him debut with us so talentless and a drag." He clutched his head and squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head. "Wayv nor dream would even want him tho." Someone had pipped in also.

Maybe they're right. He reached into his back pocket with a shaky hand and pulled out a small yellow box cutter, "i said I'd stop before.. yet here i am wanting you again." He sniffled softly wiping his wet red rimmed puffy eyes. They sparkled with sadness as he slid the razor around three notches, he wasn't counting and frankly didn't care anymore to stop the voices.

He inhaled sharply and started with one cut, it made the voices quiet down for a moment but then they started up again. Wincing when they began going crazy giving him a headache he let out more sobs, deep blue the blue was practically a black now. Donghyuck cut more and the voices went quiet longer, the more he cut the more it numbed his screaming lungs the more the voices were cut off.

Hearing voices he panicked cutting faster, not this time. They wouldn't stop him, he didn't want to be stopped. And shit, too much blood. His vision blurred and they weren't from tears, the footsteps got even closer. "HYUCKIE!" Taeyong's panicked expression turned to a guilty ghostly one, the tanned korean's head lulled from side to side. His eyelids grew so heavy he closed his eyes against his own will.