#request me

you were still in high school while seonghyeon dropped out and is a big idol in a big group. you were so beyond proud of him, but you just wish you could hang out with him every day like you used to. now he was always busy doing some show or at practice or whatever.

you’ve always had a little teeny tiny crush on him, but he always treated you like a friend. obviously still a super sweet kind and nice friend, but you just brushed it off. because he treats everyone like this. what if he can never hang out because he’s seeing another girl?

you push the sickening thought down as you see a boy in a big scarf and hat walking towards you in the dark. surprisingly, all alone. he’s always with the rest of cortis. while you love them all, it’s nice to see hyeon all alone.

“hi!” he greets you with a big smile.

”i thought you wouldn’t show.” you say with a smirk.

“of course not! i wouldn’t want to break tradition. now, where are we going?”

you settle on getting hot chocolate. you enter the warm shop, ordering your drinks. you get one with marshmallows, and obviously hyeon gets one with marshmallows, whipped cream, and a candy cane.

you wait by the counter, an unusual awkward silence coating the air.

“so,” you clear your throat. “how is being an idol treating you?”

“well first off the pay is great. and it’s super fun. but also tiring.”

“hmm.. i bet all the attention you get from girls is also nice?” you try to crack a joke to lighten the mood.

he goes a little pink and looks away.

“well i never really care about that.. i have-“ he clears his throat, composing himself. “nah. i just like singing and dancing with my friends.”

obviously, your mind goes wild. he has.. a girlfriend? a crush? what does he have that female attention doesn’t concern him?

“ah. i see.” you go quiet again. why is hyeon suddenly so awkward around you?

you get your drinks and find a bench to sit on. hyeon takes a sip of his drink, getting whipped cream all over his face. he still looks pretty as ever, and it makes you a little bit sad. there could be another girl out there who calls sweet sean hers.

nevertheless, you giggle at his goofyness.

“you have it all over your face!”

“oh- oops!” a big smile spreads across his face, the way that you love so much. teeth showing, eyes shut. “can you get it for me?”

“um yeah..” something as simple as wiping whipped cream off your best friend’s lip shouldn’t be so nerve wracking. but alas.

you gently wipe it off with a napkin, him looking up at you with the sweetest eyes.

“there. got it.” you can’t seen to look him in the eyes. partly because he may have a girlfriend and partly because he’s just too handsome not to go red when you look at him. you have to somehow get out of here before he makes you explode.

“um- i think im catching a cold. i need to get home..” you stammer, quickly standing up.

“oh! i can walk you home and we can just chill there if no ones home? i’m freezing myself.” he stands up and smiles at you with pink cheeks from the cold. snowflakes caught in his eyelashes and hair.

shit. why is he so nice? maybe being home would make this a little easier.

“yeah.. sure.” you reply curtly. shaking him was going to be hard.

taglist: @eohyeons

ex tras.... THEBSUIT IS HIS BOOK

you slept in late— you always do during the summer. your mother never tends to bother you though, and she definitely doesn’t shake you awake with a panicked expression. you look at her with sleepy eyes, exasperated.

“what is so important that you decided to wake me so violently?”

“something terrible has happened.”

your eyes shoot open, like a light has been shined into them. your mother stops shaking you, opting to sit on the edge of your bed instead. that feeling from the before overwhelms you as your heart jumps into your throat. you don’t move. you don’t say anything. you don’t even breathe. you can’t.

“toby’s missing, and his father’s dead. the police believe that toby has done it but..”

she trails off, searching for something, anything in your expression.

you jump as drops of water fall down your face, their salty taste causing you to frown.

“is there a leak?”

your mother doesn’t reply with words, but her actions speak a million for her. she wraps her arms around you, pulling you close to her tightly, like she’ll never let go.

more droplets roll down your face— where is this water coming from?

an hour ticks by and your eyes feel like they’re on fire, burning you simply for existing. is this what hell is like? you push away from your mother. pity is written all over her face. or is it grief?

guilt consumes you, feeds on you. you knew something was wrong yesterday. you felt it eating away at your very core, your soul. it starved you of finding any way out of this endless rabbit hole of shame. he had told you he was going to do it, yet you did nothing to stop him. why didn’t you believe him?

you were still in yesterday’s clothes— you were too tired to change last night. grabbing at the sides of the hoodie, you pull it tighter to your body, bringing him closer to you. why didn’t you stop him?

your mother stays close by your side as you both make your way down the stairs. you don’t brush your hair. you don’t brush your teeth. you don’t even breathe. why can’t you breathe? keep walking.

you mindlessly sit down on the couch when there’s three intimidating knocks on the door. your mother gets it, and suddenly there’s three people in the same uniform asking you too many questions.

name? age? how do you know toby? when did you last see toby? why can’t you breathe?

you answer their questions the best you can while trying to seem as calm as you can. but you’re shaking, and your voice is wobbly. your mother brings the people in uniform some tea, and you some water.

one sip. two sips. three sips. glass shards on the floor. your mother apologises to the uniformed people profusely and begins to clean up your mess. you don’t move. you don’t even breathe.

the room is silent, and everything feels cold. your house barely feels cold, your mother always turns the heating up so high that she might as well be cooking you alive. so what was different?

the uniformed people leave after while, but they say they’ll be back. your mother shuts the door and locks it behind her. she doesn’t speak to you. she doesn’t even look at you. out of the corner of your eye, you see a tall shadow looming menacingly in the corner.

you wish to drown.

abandoning your seat on the couch, you make your way back up the stairs and lay on your bed. you figured if you laid there long enough, your body would decompose and you’d be nothing but ash and bone on top of the sheets. never breathing.

a knock on your window breaks your train of thought.

you sit up abruptly, staying still for a moment to allow your body to adjust to the change. hesitantly, you stand up and make your way to your window, looking outside. a dark figure could be seen outside, carrying what seemed to be an axe of sorts..? perhaps even hatchet. it was hard to see from your window.

the curious figure gestures to you, and then the door. they want you to let them in. out of the corner of your eye, you see it. the shadow. you swing your head around but it’s gone. are you going crazy? no.

you turn back to look out of the window again only to see the dark figure gone too. maybe.

you don’t breathe as you walk towards your bed. you don’t breathe as you get under the covers. you don’t breathe as you hide underneath them. maybe he had the right idea; maybe the tall man was coming for you now that he had toby.

is it that you are drowning?

getting out of bed after a sleepless slumber was useless, but realising things in your bedroom had moved around was even worse.

it was the small things you noticed first. like your red sweater was on the floor when it’s supposed to be on your clothing rack. maybe it fell off in the night? don’t be an idiot. some of your jewellery was missing. papers on your desk had been moved. your journal was left wide open with a pen on top of it. and you can’t breathe.

‘ believe me now? try not to drown. ’