( But then one day, it happens. Heechul is yelling and throwing things around and Fear blooms up so bright and red that Hyukjae can't swallow. )

( some days, heechul makes dinner though, warmed ramen cups in hand and chopsticks in the other with legs dangling over the edge of his balcony ledge. )

( instead, you tell them about the boy with long legs and pretty hands that likes daffodils. they form words of heartbreak and start taking your hands, spinning you around and trying to make you forget. )

( it's been three thousand seventy two years they've been here, heechul and hankyung. three thousand seventy two years spent in a station wagon with no end in sight and miles of horizon and strips of the highway. )

( he's blurring away at the edges, edges of his heart mixing into his soul until he can't even tell if it's his heart aching or his soul hurting. )

CLOSED.
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( sometimes, you look at him with your eyes opened wide, and try to see every inch of him and what he thinks about (and if he's thinking about you), but it never works. )

( Because of Hankyung, Heechul waits and waits, because he knows that it'll be worth it. It's been all of two days since Heechul has last seen Korea's favorite Chinaman, and somehow, it feels like it's been eternity and a day, )

( 'lost'alternate; Heechul's gaze at the computer doesn't waver and he tries so hard to keep his voice from shaking, but he's been secretly practicing so it doesn't when he says, )

( When Hankyung wakes up in the morning and sees the food still there, he figures that Heechul's eaten something else, somewhere else (but Heechul can barely manage a smile, let alone eat). )