[no-title], nichkhun/wooyoung, pg-13, 286 wc, freeform

It starts simple.

Much like a spring cleaning.

A little vacuum here, some dusting there.

Three boxes filled with memories in tow.

Gathered on the doorsteps.

He’ll dump them tomorrow

See Wooyoung has this thing about being clean. It”s not like he’s a clean freak, no not at all. Not really. At least not that much. Still,

It glares at him.

The red cup.

He wants to put it in the boxes along with all his stuff but, Wooyoung bought this cup with his hard earned money so it’s not exactly his, is it?

But (now) the color is wrong.

Wooyoung doesn't like this color (anymore).

He’s tempted to drop it.

On the hardwood floor and lets it shatter lets it crack beyond repair lets it lose its tiny pieces unrepairable unmended untended. Damaged.

And then we’ll see if time can heal everything.

Wooyoung’s calling bull.

He goes to the bedroom then. Where most things need cleaning, deep thorough cleaning.

He changes the pillow cover ( mickey mouse is so two thousand and late) dumps the sheets and blanket into the washing machine pours this new and improved laundry detergent ( that doesn't smell like lavender or green tea because that’s what he always likes getting) so that Wooyoung cant smell him on his pillows and blanket and bed anymore he changes the curtains throws out all the fragranced candles even that one tall one they got from their Venice getaway the one that’s broken in two places knocked down when he pushed Wooyoung against the wall kissed him like he meant it and Wooyoung’s not even thinking about the mess or the coffee cup with no coasters because everything is NichkhunNichkhunNichkhun.

He was so stupid.

an/ just a short flashfic i did a while back. unbetaed so excuse the grammar and stuff.i hope you like it!