Twenty Four
Description
There are twenty four hours to a day. Twenty four inches to Sungjong’s waist. Twenty four years to Sunggyu’s age. And then, none of it is twenty four anymore.
Foreword
Sungjong wakes up to breakfast in bed. He tosses it aside.
The plastic silverware and metal trays bother him –not quite as much as the pathetic attempt to dribble color on the white walls –but quite a bit nonetheless. He picks up the knife, noticing the replacement of yesterday’s serrated knife with today’s butter one.
He chucks it across the room. “I’m anorexic, not suicidal.”
He doesn’t know that to the people listening, the two might as well be the same.
Twenty four inches become twenty three. Twenty four hours seems like twenty three. And Sunggyu? He feels twenty five.
I don't know if this will be chaptered or a one-shot. I'm currently working on another chaptered fic, but I'm not sure one chapter will be enough to cover all the feels right now.
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