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    Scars and wounds from his past have been a reminder to how he survived through the worse, leaving his flesh scarred and tainted, and sometimes, especially the wound on the height of his weight, would open, having him bleeding for God knows how long-- usually until he found a way to stop it. Perhaps it was a side effect to the several tests made on him, though he still didn't know, and all he was sure of was that he had to keep dealing with it until his body found a way to cease the blood loss, having the idol hiding away most likely in the bathroom so his band mates wouldn't realize.

    Unfortunately, sometimes a bathroom is too far away, and an alley is as he can manage, having his back against the cold hard wall while sitting down on the dirty floor, pants escaping past plump lips as his vision stars getting blurry. By now, he's used to it, to dealing with the pain alone, the dizziness, everything-- he has always been a loner, taking care of himself, and it surprises him once a sudden voice echoes within the alley from the entrance, a body running towards him at full speed before kneeling down before him. Fuck. No one was supposed to see him like that. What if it was a fan? He is not allowed nor does he want to get involved in a scandal, both hands continuing to press to the bleeding spot by his waist in order to keep the blood from spilling even more.

    He can't see properly, and when the other male cups his cheeks to try keeping him awake, he simply nods, not even being able to formulate proper words though managing a weak smile. "I-It's ... o-okay ..." No, it was not okay, but he had to say so, because that's what he did, always. This time though, it didn't seem like it was working on the one in front of him considering that soon enough, he was in the other's arm, being taken to God knows where, and he was honestly too dizzy to complain. In a matter of seconds, his eyes are fluttering closed, and everything turns black.

And there's another day with Junmyeon that lead them outside his room's balcony where they could watch the sun set and the stars shine in the sky. Things such as that means one thing and that is endearment in both parties with Junmyeon being his best friend as Chanyeol being his own; it's quite relenting, their relationship is since the latter is someone who he can depend upon while he doesn't know what he could to the other, comfort, maybe, but there's something more than meets the eye than just that.

"I'm cold. Come closer." is the request that he hears a few minutes after they watched the sun drifting into the horizon ahead of them. Chanyeol, as baffled as he is confused, scoots over, only to wrap an arm around the latter's small frame, and of course, to tuck a teasing smile across his dainty lips.

                                                       ❝Let's face it, you always want me close.❞

Pulling them into a slow dance

Junmyeon isn't someone new in Chanyeol's life, no wonder the small male knows how to navigate himself around his house, even in his shop and even in his mother's coffee shop at times where they both find themselves reminiscing the days where they're both too keen on stupidity. He was his college buddy and without him, Chanyeol may have been stuck in college for a year or more just because he hates his English subject. It's not the subject that he hates, it's actually the professor and this is why after the talk that they had the other night, about what happened and why their friendship suddenly lost its spark, he vows to himself that he will never let it happen again.

To think that he was supposed to protect the latter and vise versa made him guilty because he knows that he's only thinking of himself and he can't seem to protect him after the long feud that they had as friends but he's glad to be back in his life as the other is back on his. He sees Junmyeon walking around his living room, reciting the things that he will do in class the day prior to that moment; he already skipped a class today and Chanyeol will make sure that he will never skip one again because what does a professor mean if he won't teach the class he's designated to teach? It's absurd, in his opinion, really, because he never thought that Junmyeon is a man of his words--he always had been, back in college but as they drift further and further away from each other, he can't seem to know the point of the man's living, until he told him about his dream of becoming a professor, even after all that happened to him.

Slightly confused and baffled at the actions that the other pull--Junmyeon looked at him for a moment or two before he tucks that smug grin on his lips as he walks to where Chanyeol is, forcing him to place his coffee down on the table with his brows furrowing because what in the world is he up to now? "I just want to try something..." he says while he keeps both of his arms around Chanyeol's neck and he thinks that he's getting a grip and an idea of what he wants to happen.

The taller male slowly wraps an arm around his petite waist, for a man, he has a tiny body and he likes it nonetheless, he could lift him up and throw him around in different places and yet of course, Junmyeon knows that he will never do anything forceful--both of them know how delicate Chanyeol handles everyone, with a simple touch, gentle caress and now they're slowly swaying to the beat inside the blonde's head. Whatever Junmyeon is thinking right now, it's none of Chanyeol's business but he should just enjoy the moment. He leans his head closer, resting it upon the smaller man's head to rest his cheek on top of his head, eyes falling shut as he imagines what it would be like if they really would go out on a dance party, a slow one like this; it's endearing and sweet, in his opinion.  

He has his phone on his ear when the latter approaches, lifting a finger in the air to tell him to wait a second since he's talking with his mother and asks how she had been and the coffee shop--she's fine, as how she put it, the crowded shop is good as ever and she wanted him to come visit for a while. A day or two would be nice, but he can't really escape his reality and he's so close on finding out where his father's killer is, and so that's his reason to strive harder. And as soon as he ends the call, he turns to him, a brow raised.