At first, he felt bad. Sneaking into Joonbin’s temporary bedroom, rifling through his belongings when nobody was around, looking for the one thing he knew was precious to the other. With it being tucked away so securely, he didn’t think his leader would notice it’s absence so soon. There was a noticeable shift in his energy, but the dancer had to refrain from saying anything, feigning nonchalance like he did every other day of his life. He couldn’t dare let on that he was actually attempting to do something nice.
Days passed and finally he had the photo back. It wasn’t the same as the original, it never would be with how damaged it was, but it was close enough. Once more you could make out the image of Joonbin and his sister, whereas before they looked like illegible blobs. It almost had looked like someone had cried on the image, causing the ink to run with the wetness and distort the sentimental snapshot. If his leader was a more emotional person, that may have happened before the flooding.
Quickly, he scribbled a note, the words sorry I took it scrawled out hurriedly on a post it before he stuck it to the top of the picture, knowing that Joon was out for the moment. Where? He had no idea, nor did he really care. All he knew was he had time to put it back, unseen by anyone else in their interim housing. Leaving it in the middle of his desk, he exited the room as if absolutely nothing had happened, going back scrolling social media aimlessly on his phone, draped across the couch in the living area. @joonbinvld
