Bleeding and Sad Love: Suho’s Soldier Love Story with Chanyeol

Prompt: Bleeding and Sad Love: Suho’s soldier love story with Chanyeol

The sound of gunfire echoed in the distance, shattering the fragile silence that had settled over the military camp. Suho sat alone in his tent, the flickering light from a single bulb casting shadows on the canvas walls. The air smelled of damp earth and impending rain, and a cold lump of dread sat heavy in his stomach. He gripped the letter in his hand, the familiar handwriting sending waves of comfort and pain through him. Chanyeol had sent it weeks ago, a lifeline thrown across the chasm of war. His words were filled with laughter and vivid descriptions of the hours they spent together before Suho was deployed. The memories felt so real it was as if Chanyeol was right there beside him, strumming his guitar and weaving melodies that brought sunshine to even the darkest days. “Suho, can you believe how ridiculous we looked that day?” Chanyeol had written, the playful tone evident even through the lines of ink. “You were so focused on winning that stupid dance battle that you tripped and fell into the fountain! I swear, I’ve never laughed so hard. Your face was priceless!” But laughter felt like a distant memory now. The reality of their situation hung like a shroud over the moments they’d shared. Suho looked over at a framed photograph resting on the small table beside his cot. It captured a moment frozen in time: Suho’s arms draped around Chanyeol, both of them beaming with joy, bright-eyed and blissfully unaware of what lay ahead. Each day in the camp blurred into the next, marked only by the rising sun and the heavy weight of fatigue. With every passing hour, the world felt smaller, the walls closing in. Suho tried to focus on his duties, but his heart was a battlefield of longing and despair. He wanted to believe he was fighting for a cause, but all he could think about was Chanyeol, the warmth of his smile, and the sound of his laughter echoing in the corners of his mind. One chilly evening, the camp received the news they dreaded: a deployment was imminent. Tensions rose as soldiers prepared for what was to come. As Suho geared up, every fiber of his being screamed for Chanyeol. They had promised to stay together, no matter where life took them, but promises felt fragile in the face of uncertainty. Days passed, and the tension of impending battle gripped the soldiers with simultaneous fear and resolve. The weight of their sacrifices pressed heavily on their shoulders. As they prepared to leave, Suho found himself standing at the edge of the camp, staring into the horizon. He felt as if he were standing on a precipice, the weight of the world on his chest. Just as Suho turned to return to the camp, he spotted a familiar figure in the distance. Chanyeol’s porcupine hair silhouetted against the fading sun. It was a mirage, a figment of his imagination. Heart racing, he blinked hard. But Chanyeol didn’t vanish. He was there, running toward him, breathless and radiant. “Suho!” Chanyeol’s voice rang out, and relief washed over Suho like a wave. They rushed to each other, a whirlwind of emotions crashing together as the two fell into an embrace. “I couldn’t let you go without saying goodbye.” “I thought I’d lost you,” Suho murmured against Chanyeol’s shoulder, feeling the tension melt away for a moment. Chanyeol pulled back slightly, his eyes searching Suho’s face. “I’m not going anywhere. We’ll always find each other,” Chanyeol promised, determination etched on his features. Suho nodded, comforted by the words but aware of the precariousness of their situation. As they stood together, neither wanted to let go. The world around them faded, leaving only the heartbeat of their love—a love infused with joy but tempered by the shadows of uncertainty. Their fingers intertwined, and for a moment, the weight of their circumstances lifted. But fate is a relentless force, and the evening faded into night far too quickly. The sound of boots marching and the distant sounds of echoing commands pulled them back to reality. Chanyeol’s grip tightened briefly, a silent assurance before they were pulled apart by duty. The battle was brutal. Suho fought with unwavering resolve, knowing that Chanyeol was somewhere out there, sharing the same fight. But amid the chaos, the unrelenting rhythm of gunfire and shouts crashed around him, blurring the lines of reality. The world felt unreal, and moments of clarity were fleeting. Days of skirmishes led to a heart-wrenching night. Suho found himself staring at an empty cot, Chanyeol’s laughter a hollow echo in his ears. The camp was filled with wounded soldiers, but the absence of Chanyeol felt like a gaping wound in Suho’s heart. dread settled in, a mixture of fear and guilt churning in his stomach. When the call came, the forward command slipped into an eerie silence as Suho gripped the letter he had been holding for weeks. “We’re losing men,” someone murmured in the background, but Suho could not hear them. His heart sank as he saw the medics rushing in with a gurney. Despair sank into his bones as they pulled back a tarp to reveal Chanyeol, pale and unconscious, a deep gash on his side bleeding profusely. Time slowed, the world around him blurring into a muted backdrop. As reality hit like a thunderclap, Suho rushed forward, ignoring the hands trying to restrain him. "Chanyeol!" he shouted, desperation clawing at him as he knelt beside his fallen love. Darkness threatened to engulf him as he cradled Chanyeol’s head, tears streaming down his face. "Please, stay with me. I can’t lose you." The medics worked quickly, clearing the area and trying to stabilize him. Suho’s heart bled alongside Chanyeol’s wounds, each heartbeat marking the depths of his despair. “You promised!” he cried, squeezing Chanyeol’s hand. “You promised we’d always find each other!” Moments turned into eternity, each second echoing the truth that they were soldiers bound by love and loss. As the medics rushed to help, Suho pressed his forehead against Chanyeol’s, silent prayers spilling from his lips. “Please, don’t leave me,” he whispered, knowing that the battlefield was not just the soil beneath their feet, but the very war raging in their hearts. Chanyeol’s eyes fluttered open for a moment, a spark of recognition igniting in those fevered depths. His lips twitched into a ghost of a smile, a reflection of the love they had staked their lives on. “You… are… my sunshine…” Chanyeol whispered, the light in his eyes dimming. Then, just as quickly, the flicker faded, lost in the chaos of horror and heartbreak. Suho's breath hitched as his world shattered around him, the depths of his love bleeding out into the night. Footsteps retreated and voices faded, but Suho’s heart remained, a soldier still standing at the edge of the battlefield—shrouded in love, drenched in twilight, forever haunted by the price of their love.