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Break my muse in 15 words or less

Leo’s eyes darted over the paper, barely taking in the blur of black and white. It was all grey to him. Nothing stood out. He didn’t make the connection until a minute or so later.

He read over the headline again. A dancer... tea brewery... Having been so wrapped within his own world of designing, making his own stories out of paper and ink and lead, he had not read others stories in a while. The writing felt foreign to him, as though he was reading a language that he could pronounce, but had no comprehension of. A dancer killed. A dancer in a tea brewery.

The scent of tea filled his mind then; a subtle fragrance in the late hazy heat of an afternoon, the cup propped up on someone’s leg, dangerously close to tipping along with the slowly falling head of that someone drifting off. Someone with nimble limbs and firm thighs. Someone with a kind smile, endlessly giving. “Here hyung, I brought you this one to try today.”

“Hwanki,” Leo breathed that someone's name. A dancer, someone who knew about tea, someone who knew about him... No, no, no...

His delicate fingers carved into the black and white ink. The headlines crumbled with the action and succumbed to rips and tears at the edges, deeper and deeper until they began to fracture the letters. Not that destroying them would matter. It would be better. This was not true. Leo’s mind had simply leapt and fallen in the wrong place. This was not Hwanki. Hwanki was likely at home right now, tucked up with Peaches and Bucheu.  That was the only way he could imagine him. He would not allow any other thought of him... of him...

Dead. Leo’s mind filled in the unbidden word, apparently unaware of its power. Hwanki could not be dead. He had not been killed. It could not be true.

A crushing weight fell onto his chest. Leo tried to take a breath and found that air was insufficient in calming him. His hands shook; the paper was an utter mess, quiver in his hands, rips and tears littered throughout its words. This was no proof. These were just words and words were the easiest lies to tell. Before he knew what he was doing, Leo had his phone in his hand, searching for Hwanki’s number and pressing call.

It rang. That was the only good sign. When it kept ringing, Leo felt the weight drop to his feet. It rang constantly until it stopped ringing, and Leo tried again. “Please... answer...” 

How could he receive an answer when there was no one left to give it? Somehow, logic managed to take over; cold, shuttered logic, containing his emotions within to keep them from leaking out. He dropped the paper, ignoring the startled head turns of the small number of people close to him, and headed out the door.

Scraps stained the floor in a disarray of black and white; all that was left of the newspaper that had torn him to pieces much more easily that Leo had been able to with it.

And yet it was just paper. Only soft, fragile paper that ripped in a jagged line. Clean. Easy. But it did not feel that way. 

He had needed some sort of physical proof. The name had been tossed around in easy discussion so often over the past few days that Leo had distanced it from the events that trailed after it.  He’d separated them through sheer force of will. Or perhaps he was instead numb to it. He did not remember making the choice to ignore it until he could no longer run away. But that is what he did.

Death and Hwanki were not meant to be equated.

In Leo’s eyes, they could not be. But here was the scattered proof - the final warning. Leo’s back remained pressed against the door, the very door he could no longer dare to open. It was cold. Cold, the sheer force of it akin to ice, threaded its way through his veins. He could not move. He could not stand even if he wanted to.

Not Hwanki. Not him.

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“This is my curse The pain of killing a promise But for throwing away my very last dream, I will atone

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Acts of Affection

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He was not doing this now. Leo needed coffee. He needed coffee like he needed air to breath, like he needed to feel thread wrapped around his fingertips when he could not concentrate. Hwanki, for all intents and purposes, was being absurd. It was understandable. Refusing Leo coffee was, Leo assumed, mostly for Leo’s own benefit. But to go as far as to attempt to take it back from him?

“Wh-What are doing?” Leo asked, a vague air of panic tumbling over his words. He clutched the warm cup of coffee to his chest, leaning back on Hwanki’s sofa. If he spilt even one drop, Leo would not be taking responsibility. Coming here early necessitated a latte. It was not so much the caffeine he relied upon anymore but the taste; sweet and warm, slightly bitter. Always slightly bitter. He would not have that with tea. Hwanki’s tea was better than most - Leo would often only drink tea that had been approved by him, as proven by the slowly waning box of tea he had back at his apartment. But this was one step too far. Hwanki’s hand reached across his face to try and reach the now concealed paper cup. Leo moved into outward, and sadly away from him, with one hand, his long arms and slender fingers for once an advantage.

Leo gave a soft huff, one that was almost, dare he think it, amused. His other hand stayed still, moving only when Hwanki leant even further towards him to poke him just under his ribs. “Stop… it will spill,” Leo whined. Far from the stoic mask he usually wore, he began desperate tactics. Very carefully, so as not to spill the precious latte, Leo lifted his feet and curled up his legs, leaving him at the right angle to push at Hwanki’s hip. 

Maybe it was the coffee protection plan. Or maybe, Leo would quietly admit, it was because he didn’t want to be too forceful. But needless to say, Leo sacrificed his coffee good-naturedly when Hwanki was all but laying across him and the soft sound of Leo’s laughter interrupted his complaints.

“We’re soaring, flying~! There’s not a star in heaven that we won’t reach!”

Jongdae sings in accented English as best he possibly can at the top of lungs, with the indubitable notion that he sounds exactly like Troy Bolton and nothing like a cacophony of howling hyenas (which he indeed, does sound like). It doesn’t matter though, he’s determined to give his boyfriend, who’s currently covering his ears and rolling his eyes dramatically, the show of a lifetime. 

“We’re breaking free!”

He thrusts his hand outward to Hwanki and when the other merely stares at him with a bemused expression, Jongdae huffs and grabs the other’s hand and tugs him off the couch, dancing freely in the middle of their small living room with nothing but smiles and laughter. 

“More than you, more than me, not a want, but a need! Both of us, breaking free!”

His voice lilts dangerously, and Jongdae comes a half of an octave within cracking and he can’t help but bursting into laughter and promptly scaring Peach into darting into the kitchen. He can’t help it if his singing is just too good to be true, but these thoughts flutter from sight as he plops down onto the couch beside Hwanki, sprawling himself out across his boyfriend’s lap with a lazy smile.

“So, what’d you think? I definitely could have taken Troy on in a singing contest,” he grins, to which Hwanki gives him a slap on the ass his a chuckle building in his own throat. 

angsty relationship starters

People said this all the time. They said it like the opinion of others was nothing but light rays against a reflective screen, like they could be defended against. A stain that bled into clothing could always be removed, they seemed to say. But Leo was not so reflective. Leo was the dark fabric that never showed the stains, and so you could never see that they were removed. 

Hwanki couldn’t think like that. No matter what he said.

So why did it cause Leo’s breath to catch, a startle so subtle it was hardly even a flinch. Did Hwanki notice it? He noticed many things Leo wanted to keep hidden from him. Of course, he did.

So then how could Leo make him happy? Leo pulled his knees up to his chest in a defensive posture, his toes curling up. “But if they keep saying it?” he mumbled into his knees, his chin now propped against them. He was avoiding Hwanki’s gaze.

His example was not the most serviceable: some people would run from him. They would know his secrets and would not take a chance on them remaining hidden. Why would Hwanki believe anything different? They would look at them and see people who could not be more different. They would tell Hwanki to stay away from Leo. Stay away from the shadows.

Hwanki was stubborn. Leo smiled softly. “You should care. You should. People... what they say can be right.” Or horrifically wrong. It just so happened that one day, someone might see right through him. They would not just notice - they would make certain that Hwanki had every reason to be distraught at knowing him.