And I Don’t Want To Go Home Right Now / CS + Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls - A CS Hiatus Challenge Prompt
Summary: Killian Jones had not left his apartment in two years, four months, and thirteen days. Not since he’d finally decided to shut himself away from the whole blasted world after a freak accident had left him without his hand, and for all practical purposes, his heart.
Notes: Thanks to @winterbaby89 for being my second set of eyes on this!
Rated T / ~2300 word count
Two years, four months, and thirteen days.
Killian Jones had not left his apartment in two years, four months, and thirteen days. Not since he’d finally decided to shut himself away from the whole blasted world after a freak accident had left him without his hand, and for all practical purposes, his heart.
It hadn’t been immediate. He’d tried to move forward. Tried to look past the pitying looks and empty platitudes. Tried to face an office full of their co-workers. Tried to accept the invitations to socialize from their friends.
There was no they any longer.
And if there was no they, then he saw no point in there being a him.
So he’d walked out on all of it. New city. New job (one that he could do remotely from his apartment). New apartment. No new friends.
In fact the only people he sees these days are the delivery persons from the grocers and various take-out establishments, and his landlord and lady (a blonde headed do-gooder and his pixie haired wife).
Truth be told Killian could do with even less interactions than that even.
He liked his solitude. Liked the quiet. Well, liked probably isn’t the right word.
He didn’t need the company of actual people. In the quiet and solitude he had more than enough in the way of company. Memories. What-ifs. Regrets. Haunting specters of what-could-have-beens and never-will-bes.
No, liked wasn’t the right word…deserved was probably more accurate.
And so it went. For two years and almost four months before something finally changed.
“You’re something out of a dream, and I like it, though I fight it.”
Yoongi is, quite frankly, sick of photographing Taehyung’s tongue, and the deadline for his photography project is approaching faster than he really wants to admit. He needs a new model.
The first person to answer his ad—his name is Seokjin, if Yoongi remembers correctly—sent a message with something super vain like “cameras love my face,” which should be an enormous red flag, but Yoongi’s getting desperate. And in any case, if it’s true, it’ll just make his job a lot easier.
“It’s like getting slapped in the face really hard and coming back to reality. Neither of us can let the other win, and we’ve both trained to win. It all makes sense. It’s to be expected, but the reality is still so terrifying.”