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2:47 AM
 

It's rising

 

Little droplets pool at his feet, slowly. They morph and merge into a shapeless, elusive body.

He should be more alarmed, really, but the water is at such a small volume that he pays it no mind. Just like how Kyungil never really paid him any mind at all.

 

The water was clear, and shiny, like the whites of his own eyes. They were glassy, and wide open. Open; he was open before Kyungil once. He was shaking, each exhale was as fragile as his state of mind. He remembers the static of the tv, his head on the other’s lap and doing nothing but wasting each other's time. He’d been close enough, so close that he could trace the lines of Kyungil’s face, the soft yellow light casting subtle shadows over his features. The freckle on his nose, the curve of his his lips, Yijeong would memorize all of it. Kyungil was warm, but back then he didn’t mean anything. Back then Kyungil was as mundane as brushing your teeth in the morning, you just didn’t really pay it any mind. Back then Kyungil was a habit; something familiar, which Yijeong was fine with. Back then they’d go drinking saturdays, and then complain and about it together on sundays. Kyungil always swore he’d never drink again, face framed by the toilet bowl and hair messy. Yijeong could never find the energy to refute that. All he could do was sit next to him, his head pounding.

 

Slowly, it’s rising

 

Passing his ankles, but still too far below his knees to really deserve any attention. It’s warm, his feet are distorted, separating from his own body in shallow waves. Flecks of his pale skin slip between the clear water. He wishes time would go by faster.

 

They were friends, they were friends, they were friends. They were something he’d have to keep telling himself. They were something he’d spend hours, days, weeks, memorizing. He’d gotten down the idea of what they were suppose to be, like a college student studying for a final. Kyungil was an incredible person, harsh around the edges, intimidating, yet kind--and Yijeong, Yijeong was Kyungil’s best friend. His own veil of bitterness and longing didn’t tarnish the good memories though. There were a lot of great moments, like slivers of sunlight peaking through the blinds in the morning. He remembers getting woken up at dawn, because Kyungil wanted to surprise him with a road trip. They spent 10 days just driving--they including Sihyoung, Dokyun, and Jaeho. The moments he found himself alone, with Kyungil that is, he treasured. The 12 am pit stops to convenience stores that were practically closing. The summer air being annoyingly humid. The way Kyungil’s eyes bore into his whenever they’d talk in private, just half eaten snacks between them along with half assed conversations. Half assed on Yijeong’s part at least--how could he pay attention when Kyungil was a breath away. He’d fallen asleep against Kyungil at least once. Yijeong still remembers the warmth of Kyungil’s lips just barely touching his when he had moved to wake up properly. Aside from the road trip, there was also the time he laughed his off at the sight of Kyungil falling onto the dance floor, and then proceeding to writhe in pain. The idiot was stupid enough to try table dancing at the club they were at. It was pretty funny, until Kyungil wouldn’t get up and Yijeong realized that oh Kyungil might’ve actually broken something. (Which he did, he sprained an ankle and cracked a rib). Another fond memory he had of Kyungil was when they went out to this new breakfast place that had just opened near their apartment. Amongst the blur of  impatient customers and distracted servers, he remembers witnessing Kyungil lock eyes with a girl across the room and-- wait.

 

Higher, and higher

 

His vision is blurry, his tears finally joining the water. He can’t even see his feet anymore, but he’s lost any energy to wonder if the sight should be terrifying or not. It’s no longer warm, all the heat had drained from the water, and he can relate.

 

They slept together once. If it’s in the sense of just sleeping next to each other however, they’ve done that more times than Yijeong could count. But Kyungil smashing Yijeong’s lips onto his, more teeth than Yijeong would’ve liked, that was something new. They were both pretty drunk, Kyungil more so, and it seemed the elevator was playing some sort of cupid that night. The walls were pushing them closer, and closer together. Yijeong stubbornly ignored the change in atmosphere. He tried to at least. Until the wall’s closed in enough to force Yijeong to look up. Kyungil was as inappropriately close as always, but his eyes seemed to be eerily focused. The rest of that night Yijeong really only remembers in still images.  He wishes he could recall what if felt like, but maybe that's a blessing. He remembers simple moments at least; Kyungil pushing him onto the bed, Kyungil pushing into him, Kyungil crawling off of him, and passing out. Yijeong wishes he never woke up. When he did he had felt so empty, but the bed wasn’t. Kyungil looked right at him, across from what felt like an entire ocean of bed sheets, and said ‘Everything I told you, forget it’. Yijeong didn’t even know Kyungil had said anything. So he just nodded, prayed his face didn’t give anything away, and nodded. They weren’t friends for a week. They were back to normal sooner than he’d anticipated. Yijeong found himself back to being Kyungil’s best friend like always. She didn’t come in until later, half a year if Yijeong remembers correctly.



 

The feelings between us

 

The tears have stopped, but the water hasn’t. Passing his navel, just beneath his chest, it's coming. He could go now if he wants, but in some pathetic sense he’s waiting. The droplets have turned into a  threatening pool of water, something he can’t ignore any longer.

 

She was kind of like those first few drops that collected at his feet when he thinks about it. She was easy to ignore, something passing, and seemingly harmless. He didn’t know that she’d find her way into his best friend's arms. Kyungil never called them dates, not to Yijeong's face at least. There was lipstick on his collar and notifications on his phone but that didn’t have to mean anything. It shouldn't have meant anything considering Yijeong was Kyungil’s best friend. Yijeong would always be Kyungil’s best friend. He found himself staying up later just to study. He could tell you what a friend meant forwards and backwards. According to Yijeong a friend was: 1. Someone who carries you home when you become too drunk. 2. Someone who watches cartoons with you while you both wear nothing but boxers. 3. Someone who’s not in love with you. Yijeong got the message pretty clear that Kyungil wasn’t harboring any feelings for him, so he felt proud to have such a really good friend. A really, really good friend; it didn’t hurt him at all to think about what a good friend Kyungil was. Yijeong wasn’t crying. When it started to matter to Yijeong that she had found her own place in Kyungil’s life, that was when Yijeong came home to Kyungil bending her over their couch. Exactly one month ago. She was nice, honestly, and Yijeong didn’t harbor any ill feelings towards her other than slight jealousy.  The one he had issues with was Kyungil. Sometimes, out of nowhere, Kyungil would ask Yijeong if he had something to say. Yijeong knew what he meant, but he didn’t think Kyungil realized he knew though. Either way he’d always play dumb, say any stupid thing to make Kyungil drop it. If Yijeong was being truthful he’d admit he was a coward. Actually he knew he was a coward, a total complete utter coward. That was why he-- That was why he--



 

Suffocate me

 

Everything felt heavy, not just the weight of the water, but the weight of his decision. It was up to his neck, and he all he could see when he looked down was some promise of relief. The only thing disrupting the silence was the sound of running water.

 

That was why he was here right now, surrounded by a full tub of water. Drowning himself in words he never said. He should’ve been honest with Kyungil, he should’ve took his time kissing him in the elevator, he should’ve taken literally any other path than the one he chose. He didn’t kiss Kyungil like he wanted to, slow and deliberate, so the other would know he meant it. He didn’t tell Kyungil he loved him after all those times he asked. He didn’t stop Kyungil from leaving their table just to go over to say hi to some girl. He didn’t even yell at Kyungil when he caught him in the living room. But what he did do, was plug in the blow dryer, and plunge.


 
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exolover2012 #1
Chapter 1: I keep coming back to this piece of heaven
greypaper
#2
Chapter 1: god..... this was amazing and I knew the water meant something horrible but-
my baby.... They both kinda ed up, jesus
fanfiction94 #3
Chapter 1: Wow... Just wow... I've read this at least ten times since I found it and it never hurts any less... Great job, excellent writing style, crushingly sad...
TofuFaith
#4
Is 2:47 am the time of his death?i
TofuFaith
#5
Chapter 1: Holy ! That's an awful way to die. Emo af. dude. That was awesome (not really but you get me)
ChorusoftheSong #6
that made me so sad great job at setting the entire narrative it was beautiful!! hope you write more soon bc your writing is truly phenomenal! <3
JonetsuDN
#7
Chapter 1: Could you like do a sequel with Kyungil's reaction?
Exitedkoala #8
Chapter 1: It's 00:30 am and I feel dead inside. My heart can't take all this angst!
younghyun-
#9
Oh dear lord... first of all, the plot is so angsty I love it, people should read it because damn!
second: your writting tehnique is sooooooo great ;;;
Helinjae #10
Chapter 1: Why are you so evil? DONT BE SO MEAN TO ME!