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Sieun was waiting for him. That was the unstoppable force that kept Suho fighting in that ring. The one that landed him in this situation and the one he’s in now staring down this detestable mirror in front of him. This Suho was dark, cracked in ways that not even he understood. This Suho was the one that lived beyond the line that he’d drawn.
“You’ll never make it back to him Ahn Suho” his smile was twisted and it sent chills down Suho’s back even after this long fight had commenced. Non-Suho had taunted him since the moment he stepped into this ring-but Suho knew better. Sieun was his better half, the only person in the world Suho trusted beyond belief. Their bond was etched into Suho’s very soul. Their red string had wrapped around that bond in multitudes, creating a protective covering so strong not even death itself could touch it.
“He’s long gone-farther than you can reach. and why would he even wait out for someone who so easily lost?”
Non-Suho had been at this for so long and in the beginning Suho had been a bit lost to what was happening-what had happened. And maybe Suho wasn’t as smart as Sieun, but he knew when someone was spewing bullshit. and to be honest, Non-Suho was just pissing him off now.
“You must not know me then. Or Sieun. i’d bring down Heaven itself to its knees to reach him.” and then Suho swung.
Bingo.
Non-Suho stumbled back, head shaking off the hit. black leaking from the crack blooming from his lip. Non-Suho lunged, dodging a kick and landing a solid hit to the bottom of Suho’s ribs. Suho brought his knee up catching the other in the solar plexus before gripping his head and bring it to meet his knee again. Shoving the thing to the ground and climbing up to land hit after hit-some blocked-but others not so much. How long had they been in this ring? HIT. How long had Sieun been alone? BLOCK. Had Beomsuk went after Sieun? BLOCK. No. He couldn’t have. HIT. But then Sieun disappearing from his birthday came to mind-rage running through his veins caused the next hit to start a new deeper crack down the side of Non-Suho’s face. Sieun in the cast- he gripped the arm to the right blocking and pinned it beneath his knee, adding weight to keep him in place as he swung over and over again.
Movement from beyond the ring shook him but he was determined. He was gonna finish this now.
“SUHO-YA”
Unable to to ignore, like his body went on autopilot the moment his voice hit his ears. His neck snapped up like it was an unspoken command, one he would always follow. Eyes met his, beautiful, wide, dark. Tears? No. Why would he be crying? What had happened? Why was he here? His beautiful-
‘Sieun-nah’ he breathed giving the thing below him the chance to switch their positions landing him at the bottom. Each hit landed but nothing stopped the bussing in his head. Sieun is here? How is he here? Now? One hit threw his vision to the left where he caught Sieun yelling, his eyes bouncing around as he hit an invisible wall-separating them. What?
“SUHO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING? FIGHT!”
Sieun’s voice seemed to carry in this empty space that Suho had called Hell for what felt like centuries. He said fight, Sieun had told him to fight. And with that strength and determination filled his body as he focused in on the fight at hand. Non-Suho had more cracks, he looked like he could shatter with just enough force. His eyes kept glancing up at Sieun though and a nasty smile fell on his face before looking down at Suho. No. Not Sieun, not again.
Leaning down Non-Suho got close to Suho’s head, enough to whisper into the empty existence, on a boxing ring that had held them since the beginning.
“You know why he’s here don’t you?”
Suho used his lower body to sling Non-Suho off and quickly pinned him, Non-Suho had beat the hell out of him since he’d been stuck in this hell. But Suho would take damnation over him laying hands on Sieun. He threw hit after hit watching the cracks get deeper, watching new one appear as Non-Suho laughed harder as if nothing were happening. Suho threw his whole being into each hit, the feeling of his red stringed bond pulsing with each hit. Each pulse giving him more and more energy each time he brought his fist down.
“Suho-ya- can you hear me?” Sieun’s calls seemed to fade out. He was winning? Why was Sieun leaving?
“Suho-ya, i’m sorry.”
Sorry? Sieun-nah why are you apologizing?Why was it getting quieter? Sieun, don’t go-I’m coming just wait!
“i love you, please don’t forget that” SIEUN LOVES HIM.
HE LOVES SUHO. Suho was gonna win this and he was gonna go home. Sieun-nah was waiting. Non-Suho was on his last leg it seemed. But he still laughed-Suho pulled his arm back. To finish this, to go home.
“I still win Ahn Suho.” he grinned, black covering his face and Suho’s hands as the cracks started dripping.
“How? I’m the one who wins. Who gets to go home now.” His fist was poised to deliver the final blow. He’s going home. Whether this thing wants him to or not.
“Why do you think Sieun was here, Ahn Suho? Why now and not earlier?” Non-Suho’s head lifted and his lips pulled back into a horrifying smile.
“Your precious Sieun-nah, he’s on my playground now.” Suho’s bond pulsed and he drove his fist down connecting with Non-Suho’s cheek and breaking through like glass shattering. The body below cracking and breaking even as he cackled into the endless darkness.
“He’s dead, Ahn Suho. Your home is no longer there.” and then Suho was being pulled away. Screams in his ears. Needle pricks flaying his very core, like every nerve in him was being plucked like the guitar strings long forgotten in his closet. His body felt heavy and there were so many touches-and none felt right.
Sieun-nah?