#xmilhoon

Myungsoo freezes mid-stride with a sizable and fluffy stockings in his arms. He looks down at the pile in his hands like he had just discovered something very wrong with them. “That’s… a very good question.” He purses his lips and dumps them onto a spare chair for the time being. No, he didn’t buy all these stockings for nothing.

After a moment of consideration he turns around and snaps his fingers (though Myungsoo can’t snap his fingers and doesn’t make a sound). “We’ll just use a string and then stretch it across the room and then hang the stockings on it!”

Ilhoon snorts. “You mean like laundry.”

[text] i feel the same you know...everything i do is just to go to school. to the one i really want.

[text] my dad...is complicated. there's a lot you don't know about me.

[text] i'll be waiting for you then, don't forget to knock on my door, not the neighbor's. he was complaining the last time :(

 Comfort: my character will hug yours.

He sensed when his friend was around even if his eyes were closed and even if his heart was broken. Luhan could always detect Ilhoon's presence whenever he was around because they were connected in some sort of cosmic way that they didn't need to verbalize words to know one was in need of the other.

The pillow he had been holding for the past few hours was replaced by a pair of not so strong arms but they seemed to suffice the need Luhan was lacking at the time. The shapeshifter shuddered and sighed as his own arms motioned, somehow a little on their own account, to find solace around Ilhoon's back. Closing his eyes he remained in silence as the younger started to comb his hair slowly and the older felt his shoulders tremble and he knew exactly what was going to happen next.

A loud yelp echoed the room as a pained sob left Luhan's mouth and he couldn't simply stop. Whatever reason he had, everything started with the hug that was now so tight he was sure he didn't know where he ended and Ilhoon started. He felt safe and comforted in his friend's arms and the way he lulled them into some kind of silent lullaby.

Luhan was hurting and he was almost sure he had a few broken ribs and his split lower lip that wouldn't stop bleeding was an even more obvious proof that something had gone wrong again during his nighttime escapades to his illicit business.

Still he was there, inside the Institution's grounds, praying that someone wouldn't start asking questions now. He knew he couldn't go home because his parents would start asking questions. The hospital was also a no-no place - how would the chief of police's son would explain the beating and no suspect? Yes, the school was the best place - he could find a healer or a really nice nurse to cure him. Or at least to make the pain stop.

With a sigh he closed his eyes as the wave of pain again started to spread through his body and he had to make an effort not to bite his lip because that would make the wound even bigger, and walked slowly inside the mansion, looking to both sides at the main hall as he realized he didn't know where the infirmary was. There was only one hope - Kyungsoo. His friend could definitely take him there and everything would be fine.

Yes...he just needed to take a few more steps. The staircase was right there in front of him and his friend would welcome him with his kind but worried smile. Just... a few more steps, come on, Luhan, you can do it.