#k;bm

Send me [PANIC] and I’ll write my muse coming to yours during a panic attack, seeking safety.

Blood... There was blood everywhere. Some was his, some was not. His body felt numb and yet tingly all over at the same time. His entire being was shaking and trembling and he could feel the bile rising in his throat as he stared at the horrific scene before him. He took a step back, broken glass from his shattered living room table crunching under his house slippers. One of his greatest fears has finally come true and now he didn’t know what to do. The man he’s supposed to be calling his boyfriend was lying in a pile of shattered glass, blood seeping from various wounds on his body, and groans of pain leaving him every few moments. 

Kibum fucked up. He reacted too much to the abuse, pushed back once he had had enough, and now the elder male was lying atop the remains of the broken table. His boyfriend was still alive and he sure as hell didn’t have the heart or the guts to kill the man which meant if he stayed there, things would certainly not end well for him. His boyfriend would kill him or likely play it off as a result of Kibum’s mental instability and send him back to the hospital for help. Kibum didn’t want to be on that lethargic medicine again... He would rather kill himself for sure. 

There was only one thing he could do now. Run.

And so he ran. He took off, leaving his house with nothing but his glass infested slippers and the blood stained clothes on his back. His heart was pounding and he was having a hard time breathing, but he couldn’t stop running. His mind was so fuzzy, but there was one place he knew he could go. One friend he had that would keep him safe from the terror he knew would soon follow once his 

“Taemin! Taemin, please!” He whimpered as his blood stained fists pounded on the door to his friend’s home. If he could just get inside and lock the door behind him, he’d be safe. Taemin would keep him safe. He always said that he would protect him. Kibum’s breathing soon became more shallow and quick as all sorts of horrific images and thoughts ran through his mind. What would he do if his boyfriend found him here at Taemin’s place? What if his boyfriend tried to hurt Taemin? No, no, no. That couldn’t happen. He would never allow his friend to get hurt because of his stupid actions.

Greek Myth Asks: Accepting

Aphrodite: do you believe in true love?

Maybe... I mostly just read about ‘true love’ in fairy tales and storybooks. I want to experience a true love like that one day. 

Athena: what are your favorite classic novels?

Of Mice and Men

Artemis: do you prefer night or day?

Day. I feel safe during the day.

Hera: who makes up your tumblr family?

[ @kimvjonghyun​ and @goutdedelire​ *~* my babes ]

Hestia: where do you live or want to live?

I want to live far away from here. Anywhere to get away from the evil people in my life...

Demeter: do you enjoy nature?

I do! When I have alone time if I’m at school or something, I like to sit outside in the grass and read or draw pictures of the landscape.

Persephone: what's your favorite season?

Spring for sure. Things are beginning to bloom again after a long and cold winter. I’m always proud of the little plants and flowers that make it through the harsh days of winter to become beautiful once again. 

Echo: what's something you can't stop talking about?

Not really anything... I don’t talk very much as it is, plus I’m sure it wouldn’t matter even if I did have something to talk about.

Eurydice: what's something you regret?

send me ❤ and I will bold all that applies to you

tagged by: @goutdedelire and @fieryminho [ ty guys ;o ]

@kimvjonghyun

A loud ringing startled him and brought him back to his senses. Kibum looked around frantically before realizing the source of the ringing was out in his bedroom. He pushed himself up and exited the bathroom, grabbing a towel on the way out to press against his bleeding arm. Making his way over to his bed, he grabbed the annoying phone off of it and looked at the screen to see why it was going off. He sighed and turned the alarm off, frowning at the fact that the alarm had signified that he had one hour left until his boyfriend would get off work and come home. He only had one hour left of freedom and one hour left to end all of his suffering.

Something about holding the phone in his hand while the other pressed a towel firmly against his arm made him stop and stare, his eyes narrowing while deep in thought. Perhaps... one last conversation with someone, anyone, would help ease his mind.

He sat down on the bed and opened up the phone app to the dial pad, wondering who he could call. His mother was out of the question, he didn’t have any friends, and surely his old co-workers wouldn’t care to speak to him. Before even bothering to think of anyone else he could call, his fingers began to move to random numbers before hitting the call button and bringing the phone up to his ear. 

Ring... ring... ring...

“Hello?”

Upon hearing someone else’s voice on the other end of the line, Kibum’s throat immediately tightened and he couldn’t even find the words to utter out in response. After the other person waited a few more minutes with no answer, they hung out and Kibum found himself struggling to catch his breath. Fuck... He dialed another number and another number, continuing to receive either voicemails or just more people to hang up on him. There were tears in his eyes as he began to wonder if he’d be able to even talk to someone before killing himself. He was running out of time.

One more number. He dialed one last random number, bringing the phone back to his ear and listening to the line ringing a few times before it finally connected to someone who had answered. This was it. He had to force something out.

“Hello..?”