𝒐𝒐𝒐. "I didn't write this to forget who I am as a person nor did I write it for money out of desperation. I wrote this because I know, one day, someone will find this story in the corner of a library, squeezed between forgotten stories with a dus...
Kim Hongjoong. November 17th, 1980. | Monday, 11:45 AM.
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Hands gently pressed against his cold cheeks, his body sinking deeper into the mattress with all of his weight on top of him. His breath hitches in his throat, his fingers grazing the side of the boy on top, tilting his head back with his lips slightly parted. Hongjoong doesn't know where he's at, everything around him was blurred and bright as if the sun was the only thing surrounding them on the white bed.
It wasn't like Hongjoong was complaining, the feeling of flying on cloud nine felt amazing. His body felt light, the light on his skin was warm, and the boy on top was the only thing keeping him going. Rolling his head to look up, eyes meeting with familiarly dark brown ones, a smile forms onto his lips. Hongjoong couldn't see his full face, but he already knew who it was by the messy brown hair upon his head, something he always teased him about. He could never tame his hair, brushing it would only make it wilder, but it was one of Hongjoong's favorite things about him.
"Aren't you going to kiss me?" His deep voice echoed in Hongjoong's ears, ringing in his eardrums as the person leaned his face closer. "You're not afraid to, right?"
The blonde shook his head, smiling cutely at the boy on top of him. "No," Hongjoong whispers, closing his eyes with the echo fading as he spoke. "I want to."
The boy chuckles, his brown eyes glitching as he leans forward, brushing his lips against Hongjoong's. "Would you like it?"
"Mhm." Hongjoong nods, tilting his head to the side, flinching gently from the soft lips pressed against his neck. "Hyun—"
"Would you leave again?" Hongjoong flutters his eyes open, tilting his chin upwards when a finger rested underneath it before a rough hand wrapped around his throat, gripping tightly until the blonde was choking for air. Messy brown hair was long gone, replaced by black as both of his hands were wrapped around Hongjoong's throat. Hongjoong grasps onto their wrists, struggling to catch his breath as the boy merely tightens his grip.
"Are you going to leave me?" Hongjoong flinches, the bright sunny light flickered until the darkness swallowed them, the restful feeling of lying in a cloud was gone, replaced by pins and needles in his back. "Are you going to hurt me again if I do?"
His breath stutters, shaky hands praying the hands around his neck off. It was no use, the hands around his neck tightened inhumanly to the point Hongjoong thought his neck was going to burst. 'Am I going to die?' Hongjoong thought frantically, gasping under the black-haired boy on top. 'Is this a dream?'
The pain was the only thing Hongjoong felt throughout his body, struggling to breathe with tears streaming down his cheeks. If this is a dream, why isn't he waking up? Why can't he wake up and breathe again? "You ruined me," Black hair glitched into brown then back, voice trembling as one angry brown eye peeks from behind his bangs. "You hurt me and you don't even care."
