Distorted Memories & Disturbed Begins

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“I’ll talk to a doctor and I’ll hide the knife from both of you.”

“Give me the strength to not flip my shit on this stranger in my apartment.” He muttered lowly to himself before stepping into his living room; his face static and bleak as the male spoke ( shouted ) toward him. “My name is Daehun, you’re in my apartment, and it’s time for you to leave.” His gaze flickered toward the door, hoping the latter would get the point.

No one- Not a friend, acquaintance, family, or even his boss, who owns the building, has stepped foot into his apartment. Yet, here he stood, peering down at a stranger whom was feeding him some sap explanation about someone named Jongdae. His eye suddenly twitched in irritation, “I’m not yelling- you’re yelling, and like I said before, this is my apartment not yours. It’s time for you to leave.”

‘You can’t let him leave like this.’ 

Sehun’s subtle voice rung in the back of his mind, spoken with such concern for a drunken stranger. 

“Shut up.” He spoke out loud, rolling his eyes before answering the stranger. “My name is Daehun, I said that earlier, but I assume you’re too drunk to remember. You do know you’re drunk right?”

The sarcasm came with ease, though he didn’t intend come off as a sarcastic douchebag. A sigh parts his lips as he lowers himself to latter’s position.

“Look, I won’t feel comfortable with you out there like...this-” He gestured to the males inebriated being. “So you can stay here for the mean time, but  please leave when you’re sober.”

He winced, small tears behind his eyelids as they were scrunched up in pain. Why had this happened? Or more correctly, why had he done this? The mark on his arm where he had tried to dig out the hallucinated tracking device would last forever, but it was the current pain that he was worried about. He hadn’t wanted to go to a nurse, couldn’t bear the thought of solitary confinement or increased medication to make his brain turn to jelly and his head ache like a throbbing wave. he had come to Sehun. The younger male had almost fainted when he saw him, but now he was gently cleaning the area, helping him to relax as he wiped the area clean, taking the little knife from Kyuhyun and placing it away. Biting his lip against the sting, he looked up happily at the ‘done!’, smiling as the bandage was wrapped around the wound to hold the gauze in place. “Thank you, Sehun… I’m s-sorry you had to see me like that,” he whispered, putting a grateful hand on his friend’s shoulder, before leaning into the touch.                                                     

          ☼ — A small frown tugged on his lips as he cleaned and bandaged the latter’s. He knew how severe Kyuhyun’s hallucinations could get; however, he’s never seen the latter do this to himself. Sehun nearly cried at the sight when the male had came to him earlier with such carvings on his arm. He had remained silent on the matter as he cleaned up cuts, reminding himself that he needed to hide the knife that inflecting these wounds.

“You’re welcome, Kyuhyun. And it’s okay.” He leaned in to plant a small kiss on the bandaged forearm. “Have you been taking your medication? Should we talk to someone? I don’t care about the doctor’s, I’ll be in the room with you if you really want to go.”

As 2016 comes to a close, I hope the year treated you well.  Merry Christmas and may the New Year of 2017 be nothing more than a continuation of good things. 

An amused chuckle falls from his lips as the intoxicated male decides to add his own two cents. “ I’m sure you’ll make another one.”  He spoke, though he attention was directed toward the shot glass, his index finger leisurely running along the ring of the glass. Whilst his free hand tugs at the choker that tightened around his neck. Two face’s sudden shout pulls daehun back to reality. “Make me one two, please.” A smile tugs the corner of his lips, though forced.

            ☼ —The sky was a raven hue with large dark clouds forming in every direction. He heard soft tapping, which slowly became a pitter-patter, coming from his window. Suddenly, a large crack hollered across the sky, a blinding light following right after. 

Sehun abruptly woke up; the heart monitor started to beep faster, resonating throughout his hospital room. he pulled the thin blanket over his head, trying his best to muffle out mother natures howls. All he wanted to do was go home; unfortunately, he was stuck here until his doctor says otherwise .

There was a rapid patter of bare feet of someone entering his room, and climbing into the bed on the other side of the room. Pushing his thoughts aside, he flickered his gaze to the side; a curtain placed between him and the stranger. “Hello?” 

The night air was crisp and ranked a shiver down his spin as he promenaded down the streets of Seoul. He quickened his pace, bumping into pedestrians without a single look back, which came off as rude. Though- being who he is,  he just doesn’t care. He doesn’t need to thick about the well begins of others, because at the end of the day- he doesn’t care. He has a place to be, and Daehun wasn’t the “occasionally late” type of person.

Tucking his face into the collar of his peacoat, he hide his face from any on-lookers as he ventured into the door’s of Black Beauty. Daehun trudged toward the front desk, “Hey Bubbles, What’s playing tonight at the drive-in?”  He spoke into his jacket collar, quickly pulling out his money to purchase a ticket. It was obvious that everyone was gearing up for the race this evening, scattering about to make sure everything was ready and in order. Daehun offered a small wave toward them before grabbing his ticket and directed himself toward the bar; a smirk steadily spreading along his face as he spotted Two face and Nova. 

“Evening bitches.” He spoke casually, lifting his face from his collar as he sat on the stool next to the two. “Bitch one.” He nodded toward nova before flicking his gaze toward the male. “Bitch two.”  His hans reached out, grabbing one of the shots that were lined out in front of Two face. “Who’s racing tonight?”  He questioned as he brought the shot up to his lips, tipping his head back to down the hard liquor with ease; a groan forces itself past his lips. “I needed that.” He spoke, the glass being placed back down.                    

Sehun’s lips curl into a cat-like grin, “ Hopefully I’m a buzzing queen bee, I don’t want to be a drone.” He pursed his lips, not in the mood for the side effects from his pills. When they return, he might talk to one of the nurses to see if he could get a different prescription. Hopefully they can talk to a doctor for him, but until then he’d make the best out of this day. A small chuckle falls from his lips as he feels Kyuhyun play with his hand.

   ☼ — “Um..excuse me!!” Sehun had called out to the peculiar male, whom stood in the the middle of the sidewalk, staring blankly into the darkening horizon. “Um..it’s about to storm soon, why aren’t you indoors?” Sehun could ask the same question to himself, he knew if he didn’t get inside soon he’d risk having a panic attack in the middle of the thunder storm. A light flash across the muggy sky, followed by a loud crack. “I-I h..ave to g-go.” He stammered before turning away and running into his apartment complex. Rain soon collided against the build windows, washing away every spec of dust in it’s wake. Sehun focused his attention on the male once more. ‘Why isn’t he moving?’