Ambition: A BIGBANG Fanfiction

Chapter 28

Chapter 28: The Strongest Person I've Ever Met

[09.24.2015 - Three Days Later. Compound 10]

For two days, GD was left alone undisturbed, leaning against his broken bed frame. Rain continued to pour steadily outside as he stared blankly at the heaping pile in the middle of his bedroom. His gaze never left the ripped posters, broken bed frame pieces, discarded clothes and memorabilia that lay in the middle of the floor. Casually, he flicked his zippo open and closed, a constant debate as to whether he wanted to set the decor pile on fire.

On the third day, he moved from his position, but only because Daesung had popped his head in to let him know that it was today.

He didn't need to say more. GD didn't acknowledge him - he merely kept staring off into the distance until Daesung's head retreated, closing the door tightly behind him. GD closed his eyes harshly a few times - his eyes had dried due to lack of blinking. Reluctantly, he picked himself up, muscles screaming in protest after not moving for so long. He experimentally rolled his shoulders a few times, cringing at their stiff movements. Almost robotically, GD made his way into his once illustrious closet, stretching up to the top shelf to grab his gym duffle bag.

"What the fuck is this stuck under," he grumbled as he tugged harder, the strap caught underneath something he wasn't able to see.

"Come on you, stupid, fucking,- OOF!"

A tower of shoe boxes crashed on top of him, sending him tumbling to the unforgiving ground. Pain radiated up through his tailbone into his spine as he connected with the hard base, only to have extra agony added to his torso as the shoeboxes impaled him with the blasted pointed corners. It seemed, although it had been a few days, that hardly any of his battle wounds had even begun to heal, as the descending chaos of packages managed to send a violent jolts of spasms spiraling through his body wherever they landed.

GD lay there for a minute underneath the mountain of cardboard, arms spread wide as he tried to collect his thoughts. He turned his head, gazing towards where his bed was. In the midst of the disarray, he'd executed a perfect fling of his duffle bag across the room, managing to land it squarely in the cradle of the broken frame of his once queen-sized bed.

Sigh.

GD turned his head back to face the ceiling, heaving out another weighted breath as he debated his next course of actions. He could get up, finish packing his bag, and leave.

Or, he could lay here forever.

The latter seemed nice.

However, it was impractical. GD pushed himself up, the shoeboxes cascading off his body gently. His face contorted slightly in pain, and he made a mental note of never to sit for that long again. His ambled over slowly - past the large debris pile in the center of the room (which he still hadn't decided on whether he should light it or not), and over to the remains of his bed. He leaned over the damaged frame, reaching carefully towards the bag to avoid splinters from the shattered wood.

"Why is this so fucking hard to reach--"

Finally, he could feel the frayed material beneath his fingers and he clutched it tightly, dragging it across the floor. His brow creased when the bag made an abrasive, scratching noise as he towed it closer. He raised the bag slowly, curiosity dancing in his eyes to locate the source of the sound.

His heart stopped.

It was the picture.

His vision blurred as he suddenly felt lightheaded, quickly leaning forward and bracing himself against the wall as he tried his breath to steady his breath.