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He could feel his head throbbing already. “What the fuck ‘Yeol, this is a mess,” he was button smashing by then, the taste of his coffee on his tongue from an early 6:00am meeting was no longer keeping him sane. He had better things to do. He had to prepare for court. It wasn’t real court by any means, but it was paid and if he did well enough it would give him better marks for his class. Sehun filled his time with these, helped pay the bills and keep the lights on. Law school was shittier than this game, but Sehun wanted more, needed more than this apartment and this twenty-five inch TV they were playing on. He wanted more for his boyfriend, (maybe he was saving for something special in the future,) and a career in law was going to get him there no matter how ugly the bags under his eyes would get. 

[ SMS ] call you????? [ SMS ] you know I’m deaf you fucker why would I call you??? [ SMS ] your sense of humor sucks man [ SMS ] never mind I didn’t have anything important to say anyway [ SMS ] piece of shit you

What is a man to do when they can’t sleep? Chanyeol has never had a regular sleeping schedule. He’s not sure if it’s because of his disorder ( it always is if you ask the people around him ) but whatever it may be it sure keeps him up at night. Lonely motor bike rides, restless jogs and endless pacing are usually his cure, and his boundless energy means that he’s not any different in the morning ( even if more absentminded than usual ). He doesn’t want meds and he knows that he can only blame himself for his suffering, then, since he refuses that one thing that would fix it for him.

Nights indeed are getting shorter, yet also longer. He can never decide which one it actually is.

‘Don’t worry about it. We can sleep when we’re dead.’

Sehun watches momentarily as the purples and reds just start to blend into a bright sea of an orange obyss; cradled only by the dark contrast that is the forest and its wayward branches still thick with night. ( It was beautiful, ‘a piece of nature stitched together, and he touches its uneven tattered lines with his thumb a wish buried in his throat that he could take the heavens in his small palms). He crushes a pine cone under his feet, regret written on his face over jumping down from the decaying log he had been standing on when he feels the prickly sensation in his ankles and he stumbles face first into his friend’s back. 

“Shit,” he curses. Chanyeol doesn’t need to know that but with his eyes rolling back into his skull and the wrinkle that’s deep and pinching across his nose, Sehun doesn’t have to sign. His face is just as red as his Fjallraven Kanken backpack and he blames Chanyeol’s strong shoulders for his pain. Sehun rubs his cheeks, stepping back and shifting his weight on his heels.

“Right, let’s sleep after we eat,” 

The only good part about biking through the forest was the sky and the promise of a belly full of marshmallow n’ chocolate goodness that he’d been craving since he was six. He doesn’t realize that it was dead and not eat that the taller had signed, ( it’s been a month of sporadic learning through google, a week wasted spent learning all the words for cussing; genitalia, and food that Sehun had consumed himself in like a child.) Sehun thinks that Chanyeol’s lucky his smile is to die for else they’d be squinting over their cellphones in the dark, instead of the vivid night sky illuminating their hands; Sehun’s coy expressions.

It’s not often that Chanyeol decides to use public transportation. The reason being his love for his motor cycles- they offer him the kind of exhilaration that nothing else does, as well as a sense of freedom. Speed. Why would he give that up for anything in the world?

Save for when the rainy season begins. That’s just not doable at all. Water pours down from the skies for days on end and the streets are flooded. Chanyeol might be rash and impulsive, but he’s not stupid. He’s not going to get himself killed on his motor bike, that’s for damn sure, and to him the thought of being somehow terribly injured in an accident is even more frightening. What would he possibly do with himself if he ended up in a wheel chair or something? It’s not a happy thought, so he doesn’t think about it and does the right thing. He swallows his pride and does what everyone else does, gets on the damn subways and buses.

This bus though is not an ordinary bus. It’s a long distance one, an express bus from Seoul to Busan, because Chanyeol has been summoned there for a consultation. It’s nearing a public holiday however, so trains are packed already, and he couldn’t get a ticket. A bus was his only option. It’s still uncomfortably full and he starts squirming in his seat half an hour into the trip- he has way too many hours ahead of him, and that frustrates him to no end. He lowers his seat and puts it back up and lowers it again, and then settles for jiggling his leg and playing games on his phone even though that does absolutely nothing in the long run.

And then there’s a hand on his shoulder, nudging him, and he sits up straight and stares at the boy over the head rest of his seat with confusion written all over his face. What? His eyes are wide and his mouth is hanging open like the dumbass that he is ( not ). If only he wasn’t deaf…

Sin really didn’t mean to bother the other male at all, didn’t want to bother him. There was just a moment of surprise where Sin was startled when the chair first leaned back and ended up dropping his phone on the ground. He was quick to retrieve it. But when he noticed the chair had moved back up -- only to come back down, Sin couldn’t help but find himself a little concerned (and a little cramped) by it.

He was on a mission from Mommy. Something about going to pick up another kid who lived in Busan who needed an out as soon as possible. Being the kindhearted person Mommy had grown into, she couldn’t let them stay in such a toxic environment. Especially when the kid’s father was sexually abusive and was threatening her. Mommy didn’t feel right asking the girl to come alone from Busan, after the girl managed to escape from her home and find a safe hiding spot, so she sent Sin to meet her instead. 

Which made Sin feel good that he could be trusted with such a task but the current situation currently snatches his attention from his mission. So he reaches forward and asks them to move their chair up -- only to be met with a confused expression.

It’s something of a sixth sense, for him to be able to tell the other is similar to him or shares an important characteristic with him. Sin, all too easily, can recognize the confusion he sees in the other male’s expression. He almost can see himself in his position instead, especially when Sin’s leaning forwards and on the male’s right side -- the same side that Sin’s deaf in.