R: G
kibum cried body slumped on the cold marble floor. he's drunk. he's sad and he's most definitely heartbroken. he knows he's strong enough not to, composed enough to, in control of himself not to call him up. not to call him and ask him to come and fuck him like he means it. like it's something. like its special. like he loves him. like he loves kibum. like minho loves kibum.
just like how much kibum loves minho. it hurts. it hurts to the point where kibum is frozen and crying on the floor.
he's not just sad or heartbroken, he's confused, desperate, and disappointed with himself. he doesn't know what to do but call him up. ask him to come over. ask minho to come over. to hold him. to hold kibum. to love him, even as a lie.
pathetic he thinks. i'm so fucking pathetic, kibum repeats to himself. so pathetic.
he cries harder.
"minho, honey, come home," he reached for the door. his blurry eyes caused by the mixture of alcohol and tears. "please..."
A/N:
ah yes, who doesnt love to write their otps crying?
clover
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minkey galaxy
FanfictionDrabbles, short-skits, and my endless pit of minkey inspired by my sad life and everything. I hope you enjoy! yours truly, clover
