Red Strings

Red Strings 1/?

Or not.

"Why did you do it?" Taekwoon asked softly, "Does it make you happy?"

"Happy?" Wonsik chuckled, "Did I look happy?" When Taekwoon didn't respond, Wonsik continues, "Does your wrist still hurt? Think you broke it?"

"No." It had stopped hurting halfway through the chaos in the alleyway, the markings now dark and prominent against his pale skin.

"Hm." Wonsik sounded, grabbing onto it again. "K.W.S.? Kim Won Sik?" The other chuckled. "What does K.W.S. mean?"

    "Kim Wonsik." Taekwoon repeated, scanning the others reaction.

    "It's not good to lie." Wonsik said, "It was only funny when I said it." Taekwoons lips returned the small smile that curled the others lips, opening up the water bottle the tattooed man had so generously bought for him as an apology. He took a sip of it, sighing at the refreshed feeling that took over his body.

    "So, what was a good boy like you doing back there?"

    "Good boy? What makes you think I'm a good boy?" Taekwoon retorted sassily even though he had no right to deny the fact.

    "Well, you aren't exactly the scariest person around the block and your mannerisms are too polite."

    "I was looking for my cat." Taekwoon opted to say, ending the conversation of whether or not he was a child of god.

    "Your cat?" Wonsik raised a brow sharply.

    "Yes... my cat. You know, small and fluffy. Big eyes and pointy ea—"

    "I know what a cat looks like." Wonsik interrupted, "But really? You don't chase something into a dark alley like that. If it were to jump off a bridge, would you go along with it?" Wonsik questioned, stretching his arms up, attracting Taekwoon's attention.

    "Maybe."

    "You're crazy." Wonsik stared at him bewildered.

    "I don't think you should be one to call someone else crazy. You just hurt a group of people because it made you happy." Wonsik sat there, searching for some sort of malice in the others words but he found none. It was simply the statement of a naive child who said exactly what he saw.

    "It doesn't make me happy to hurt others. Do you think everyone does certain things because it makes them happy? Some people have to do things that they don't want to because they have to." Wonsik explained. "You don't seem to know much."

    "That's because I don't." Taekwoon said softly, "I don't know much. Believe it or not, this is the first time I've been out of my house ever since I was a kid. My parents are a little over protective you could say."

    "What?!" Wonsiks eyes widened as if the thought of being confined was the worst thing ever, "But you're over twenty now, aren't you? Or at least, that's what I'm guessing. You can move out at your own free will. Fuck what they think."

"What are you talking about?" Taekwoon narrowed his eyes, "They're doing it for a reason. Don't bash them if you don't know their reasons for doing so."

"Do you know the reason, Taekwoon?" Wonsik asked, leaning forward to place his elbows on his knees, head tilted to look at the other. He took the man's silence as a no, scoffing at the ridiculousness. "I wouldn't be able to live like that. I'd kill myself within an hour."

Silence fell over them as Wonsik looked afar, a certain gleam in his eye that caught Taekwoon's attention. He stared at the destruction next to him, taking the time to analyze the man.