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kkaeppsong2015-02-10 11:05 pm
baekri) wrote in kkaeppsong2015-02-10 11:05 pm
o7.
too late
sexing
484 words
yixing sits with his back against the bathtub, cold porcelain digging into his shoulder. he's supporting as much of sehun's weight as he can, the younger boy settled between his legs and struggling to breathe properly.
sehun is coughing, choking on the burn in his throat, sour like the alcohol and the pills on the way back up. yixing doesn't care. his fingers are slick with sweat and saliva but he forces them down as many times as he has to, until nothing else is coming up and the whine of panic in his brain can quiet into a dull anger.
he's angry. he's angry at sehun for being so fucking stupid. he's angry at himself for leaving him alone. he's angry at whatever has done this to him, the thoughts that could worm their way into anyone's mind and make them believe that this is the only answer. that this is the way out.
"i'm sorry." sehun's voice is raspy and quiet and his syllables are slurred. he sounds just as fucked up as this entire situation and it makes yixing want to shake him until he comes to his senses. he's angry but he isn't violent. it won't do any good. if there's one thing he knows about sehun by now, it's that.
"you should be," he responds fiercely, because there's no point in lying to him. there's no time for sweet, sugar-coated words. especially not when there's no doubt in yixing's mind that he won't remember any of this when he wakes up. he's going to wake up. the mix of addictions wasn't enough to kill him, but sehun doesn't know that. it doesn't matter. it's still every bit as serious, and every bit as terrifying.
yixing's heart is breaking. he's sure of that as sehun starts to catch his breath, head tipped back to rest against his shoulder. it's hard to tell which one of them is shaking.
sehun turns his head and buries his face into the side of yixing's neck and yixing barely tenses at the discomfort. funny how things like that don't matter as much at a time like this. he whispers against his skin, words that are all but lost between them but yixing hears him. he always hears him, even when sehun doesn't realize it.
he noses into sehun's hair, fingers brushing through it because despite everything he has to be here for him. he can't deny the soft spot that he has for sehun, the need to take care of him that tends to overshadow everything else.
maybe it's because of his gift. maybe it has nothing to do with that at all.
"it's not, sehunah," he whispers, words just as fierce and sharp as they were before. he wants sehun to hear him. he needs sehun to hear him, even if there's no guarantee that the words will stick.
"it's not too late."
sexing
484 words
yixing sits with his back against the bathtub, cold porcelain digging into his shoulder. he's supporting as much of sehun's weight as he can, the younger boy settled between his legs and struggling to breathe properly.
sehun is coughing, choking on the burn in his throat, sour like the alcohol and the pills on the way back up. yixing doesn't care. his fingers are slick with sweat and saliva but he forces them down as many times as he has to, until nothing else is coming up and the whine of panic in his brain can quiet into a dull anger.
he's angry. he's angry at sehun for being so fucking stupid. he's angry at himself for leaving him alone. he's angry at whatever has done this to him, the thoughts that could worm their way into anyone's mind and make them believe that this is the only answer. that this is the way out.
"i'm sorry." sehun's voice is raspy and quiet and his syllables are slurred. he sounds just as fucked up as this entire situation and it makes yixing want to shake him until he comes to his senses. he's angry but he isn't violent. it won't do any good. if there's one thing he knows about sehun by now, it's that.
"you should be," he responds fiercely, because there's no point in lying to him. there's no time for sweet, sugar-coated words. especially not when there's no doubt in yixing's mind that he won't remember any of this when he wakes up. he's going to wake up. the mix of addictions wasn't enough to kill him, but sehun doesn't know that. it doesn't matter. it's still every bit as serious, and every bit as terrifying.
yixing's heart is breaking. he's sure of that as sehun starts to catch his breath, head tipped back to rest against his shoulder. it's hard to tell which one of them is shaking.
sehun turns his head and buries his face into the side of yixing's neck and yixing barely tenses at the discomfort. funny how things like that don't matter as much at a time like this. he whispers against his skin, words that are all but lost between them but yixing hears him. he always hears him, even when sehun doesn't realize it.
he noses into sehun's hair, fingers brushing through it because despite everything he has to be here for him. he can't deny the soft spot that he has for sehun, the need to take care of him that tends to overshadow everything else.
maybe it's because of his gift. maybe it has nothing to do with that at all.
"it's not, sehunah," he whispers, words just as fierce and sharp as they were before. he wants sehun to hear him. he needs sehun to hear him, even if there's no guarantee that the words will stick.
"it's not too late."