apricate; enhypen imagines

park sunghoon - coping [sort of part two]

note: "kids are still depressed when you dress them up"

a/n: seem familiar? i thought it would be fun to write a version of this chapter in a poem-ish format, so here we are. ofc it's not great i don't write poems often (by that i mean never) soooo, yeah

tw: vampire-ish-ness; blood; angst; suicide; self harm;

word count: 1366

- linden

You woke up to deep darkness filled with an air of solitude.
You were gasping, your sheets thrown down and screwed,
Your legs were tangled, your body and soul strangled,
Small icicles of tears burst forth from you
To yield your useless fears to the dark and the quiet and the utter silence.

Your breaths were heavy and disturbing, your eyes wide like you beheld violence.
There was copper in the air,
Scars on your thighs like fifteen flares.

You turned at the feeling of a familiar presence.
You were blind to your surroundings.
But there in the silence
Amid the shadows and the shroudings,
A chilly touch met your skin.

He ran his cold hands up and down your arms,
His fingertips frosty like they'd been covered in ice,
But rather it was you who was frozen in time.
You curled up in your big bed in your grand bedroom
Within your house that beheld nice things
that you would never want
For this house would forever
Be filled with fools.

"Don't bleed. Don't look." Easy for the immortal vampire to say.

He would never understand why you inflicted this physical pain.
With a shiver you wrapped your arms around him and felt his fingers brush and stain with your blood.
He brought his hand away, a red glistening touch.
His fingers to his lips but you reached for his grip.
Warned away his desires as if you didn't have your own fighting while you tried not to slip.

"Sorry." Sunghoon shook his head. "Thank you for remembering to not let me."
His skin was pale in an eternally glowing kind of way,
His eyes the deep kind of dark that could swallow you up and you could get lost in and never
again be.
He touched your face with delicate fingers and hugged you closely.
Why you hurt yourself he wouldn't ever understand nor why you go astray.
'It takes my mind off the world' in your head ravaged by thoughts
For, to you, revenge on the self was the only unbreakable fire forged clay.

"Sleep well." He whispered.

"Live eternally." You said.

"Not without you."
But you were already growing your wings to fly
Through nightmares until another day.

When in the morning again,
You were tangled in sheets
As if your little vampire friend
Had never held you like every other night and every other week.

Blood lay stained on the edge of your shorts
From where your leg'd burned a fire of pain
In a miniature scope.

You readied and off for your breakfast.
Another day beheld another political party and another steadfast order from your father,
You were required each and every time,
To be present and courteous.

Taking a seat at the long, empty table, you ate your food.
Unfortunately, it only brought a broken sense of home
In the deepest parts of your soul.
You took your time, wished for past but weren't granted your only ask.
As you did, you felt arms around your shoulders while you brushed the bread crumbs from your fingers.
You were met by Sunghoon's perfect face,
His tiny smile and beauty marks.