Red Strings

Red Strings 3/?

His eyes trailed down to the red string that stood out against his pale skin, the moonlight that breached his curtain creating a certain glint to it. He pouted slightly, tugging at it. At times like these, he really wished that each tug would bring Wonsik closer but at the same time he wished he didn't have such a reminder of the man as so.

Soul mate. Fated one. True love...?

Is this how true love felt?

He laid back down on his back, an arm coming up to shield his eyes as the other laid on his stomach. He released his umpteenth sigh, biting at his lips nervously.

Before he could dive back into his thoughts, a thump interrupted his silence.

He raised his arm, peeking out from under it. Getting up, he walked to his door to open it, eyes meeting nothing but a dark living room. He shrugged, closing the door once again as another thump sounded. This time, it was clear that it didn't come from the door as he was standing right by it.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

It sounded impatient this time, louder. His eyes caught sight of his window, seeing something like a shadow of an arm coming to view as another thump sounded.

His eyes widened in fear, his breath hitching. It sounded again, harsher this time around.

He looked over to his bedroom door that he stood by, his mind screaming at him to high tail out of the room and get his parents. He went to do exactly just that, trusting his fight or flight instinct when he heard a muffled voice through the glass.

"...-woon." He strained his ears again, trying to catch what the oh-so familiar voice said, "Taekwoon!"

His eyes squinted as he thought about who the voice belonged to, it being almost too muffled to make out.

Only one person besides his parents.

Only one.

Wonsik. Kim Wonsik.

He made slow steps towards the window, teeth digging into his bottom lip. A cautious hand reached out, gripping the curtains that covered the secret. With a deep breath, he pulled them back.

The sight before him had Taekwoon gasping.

"Fuck! That hurts." Wonsik hissed as Taekwoon dabbed the cut on his lip, the cotton ball being doused in rubbing alcohol. "Can't you try to be a little gentle?" His request was ignored as Taekwoon moved to the bleeding wound on the side of his forehead, harshly digging the cotton ball into it as if to disinfect the deepest parts of it.

"You deserve it." Taekwoon repeated the movement, feeling slightly guilty at the way Wonsik flinched away from his touch. "Be quiet, my parents might hear." He pulled away, putting the bloodied ball into the trash bag near by, placing his hands in his lap as he stared at the mess in front of him.

When he said he wanted to meet Wonsik again, he hadn't expected for the man to be in a state like this. The other was beaten in various places, his eye decorated with a forming bruise, lip and temple cut nicely and the skin on his knuckles broken and bleeding.

He's never seen much a beautiful wreck as Wonsik. It left him a little breathless, the sight of the sinful man's silhouette with the moonlight gracing his frame.

But he wasn't focused on that.

He was focused on the dry blood that Wonsik's clothes was stained and tainted with.

"What happen?" He murmured, his hand taking Wonsik's larger one as he grabbed another cotton ball wet and cold with disinfectant. He pressed it against the others knuckles in the same manner he would when his mom would accidentally cut her finger when making dinner, gently. He frowned when Wonsik pulled away, gripping the man's hand harder.