Flump Pool
Description
❝ flump pool
YOUR PRESENCE; IT'S STICKY
TITLE: FLUMP POOL
PAIRING: KYUHYUN/SUNGMIN
GENRE: ANGST, ROMANCE, FANTASY
RATING: R
SUMMARY: THERE'S SOMETHING SCARY ABOUT WITHERING FLOWERS
Foreword
❝ prologue
KYUHYUN'S POV
Humans are scary.
If I show myself to you, will you run away?
I was asked a simple question; my answer should have been as simple. But I hadn’t thought of it, wasn’t smart enough to realize that I didn’t have to think so hard. Sometimes, sometimes the hardest question asked should be answered with sincerity: simply and honestly.
He told me a secret. I thought I was ready, I thought I knew it all – that I’ve been through all kinds of hardships that I’ll understand his too. I was wrong, I was so wrong. I begged him to be honest, I begged him to trust me.
-funny how I betrayed him
1020. He told me that he was born on the January the first of 1020. It slapped me in the face, hard and fast. Be honest, I said. In the end, I was the one who ran away.
I asked him a lot of questions, I did. I asked him to show himself to me, I asked him to believe in me and trust me to keep him whole. I told him that even if the world turns its back against him, I’ll turn my back against the world.
I jumped ship soon after I said that. I took the ship back to the world and he was left alone to rear his ship to safety before he collapsed. It was me who made him smile, it was me who made him come out to the world, but it was also me who tore him down, strip him bare and sold him dry to the cruel reality.
He was special, so special. He was in this world, so bare, so innocent.
Humans were scary when I grew up and I had thought that I would overgrow it, conquer the fear as I grow older – but no. There’s something awfully frightening about them.
Humans, they’re like withering flowers (slowly, slowly dying).
But maybe, maybe it might be because I grew up like one (like a withered flower waiting to be thrown away).
I, I was utterly human; so unpredictable, so fickle.
He didn’t deserve me but I was already his from the start.
This;
This is my story.
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