Kaleidoscope - Chapter Six Part 1/2
Song: Kaleidoscope
Singer: BunniesOnTheMoon
Time: 6:00
Rating: PG-13
Inspiration: YunJae
Chorus: Yunho was not what you would call a scholastic individual. He frowns at the idea of the tedious mechanics of classes, but he attends his college anyways to please his mother. Wanting to improve his dangerously low GPA but not knowing how, he is given an unexpected chance at earning extra credit points to save his less than desirable Grade Point Average. That puts him and Kim Jaejoong to close proximity, and Yunho finds himself falling for the other as Jaejoong struggles with a rare condition. Yunho has to be Jaejoong's "constant" and he awaits for the terrifying day when Jaejoong no longer needs him.
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The fine line between haze and reality was split in half when the sounds of city life reached his ears. He woke up with a jolt, his neck and shoulders aching as his eyes defied his will to open them. His back was incredibly sore, and he couldn't even begin to place a thought on what he did last night to make it ache so badly. He rolled back his shoulder blades, heaving out a sigh as knots began to unwind in his muscles.
Finding that it was hard to continue his mini self-therapy and wake up at the same time, he decided to focus on one thing at a time. He cracked open his eyes, the light from a window shining somewhere into the strange room. He grunted as he propped his body up on his elbows, the bending of his head making it unbearably painfully to move his neck. His spine protested, and he let out a yelp when the body next to him moved.
He recognized the lean body as his constant, and soon after the recognition, his surroundings seem to click into place. It made him release a breath he didn't know he was holding, and he labored to get apart from the mess of arms and legs sprawled across his own. The people lying dead asleep all over the floor made him question what exactly he had done the night before. He scrunched his brows when he couldn't remember anything, only a slight pressing of something on his neck and chest.
He disentangles his limbs free and stood up, his body staggering to and fro as he tried to maneuver across the floor. His head was pounding by the time he reached what he hoped was the bathroom door, and he all but barged into the room. Letting out a sigh of relief, he turned on the faucet and rinsed his face and mouth of filth and the lingering alcoholic sting.
He felt dry sweat sticking to his shirt and skin, and he grunted in disgust when he pulled the shirt up to his nose and took a whiff. He smelled of grime and uncleanliness, and that made him want to spill his stomach's liquid contents. Yet he caught a different smell intermingling with the repulsive others. It was a fume that he was familiar with, but he wasn't sure where he could place it. It was musky and sweet, yet bitterly addicting. He didn't know how to describe it and the lack of adjectives seem to also make his mind pivot deeper into turmoil.
He shrugged, soaking his hand and rinsing his neck of sweat and grime. His fingers stopped brushing and scrubbing, frozen into place when his eyes latched onto the red and purple spots marring his neck. His eye widened, panic crossing his features as he yanked his shirt collar down, mouth gaping as he saw the hues reach lower and lower.
"Oh gods," he breathed, his oxygen intake doubling when he thought of the worst case scenario. He fingered the spots one by one, wincing at the damage done on his skin. He trembled as thoughts ran amok in his brain, accusations and fear riding on his eyes as he stared at the image looking back at him from the mirror.
He let out a small strangled sob, holding his troubled groans in when he heard someone knock on the door. He answered, voice on the edge of a tremor as he let his shirt collar go, smoothing it over of lines. "Y-yes?" he stuttered.
"Jaejoong? Let me in," came Yunho's voice, deep and masculine behind the woodshed slate. He sagged his body against the sink. If there was anyone who would talk to him --if they were willing to talk to him at all-- it was Yunho. He hesitantly opened the lock and cracked it a bit, his eyes catching crumpled shirt and messy hair before Yunho walked in and closed the door.
"Hey," Yunho murmured out a greeting. The taller began washing his face, obviously equally disgusted by the sweat and dirt clinging to his body.
"Hey..." he answered back, his lips biting as he tried to think of a good way to word his thoughts. He was hazy on the details of last night, and he wasn't sure if he acted up or not. Maybe Yunho was angry at him? He couldn't tell, and he opted to teetering on the edge of questioning and nonchalance.
"How was last night?" he hummed out. He took water in his mouth and swooshed it around between his teeth, all the while his curiosity was peeking to the summit.
"Honestly, I don't remember," Yunho answered. The other pulled at some toilet paper and used it to wipe at his wet face. "All I remember was a game of poker, and then I remembered something else happened too," he recalled.
Jaejoong thought on it, the water going sloshsloshslosh in his mouth as he brewed up another question. He spit out the water. "Did something big happen?" he asked, hoping to dear god that nothing did, or that his constant would not remember.
"Are you trying to say something?" Yunho asked, frowning. The other stared hard at him, eyes focusing on his face for the first time that morning. Jaejoong witnessed the brown ovals expanding in surprise, the brown orbs leeching on his neck. He felt his cheeks flare in embarrassment when the eyes located his bruises, and he hurriedly turned away from the other. He pretended to mess around with the toothbrushes, but they both knew damn well he was embarrassed.
"Your neck," Yunho breathed. Jaejoong heard footsteps trot over to his side and then he felt a hand settle along his chin, pushing his head up against his will.
"What is this?" Yunho asked, horrified. The other looked at the marks on the pale skin. He felt a sense of longing and want, but he mentally slapped it away when something big and heavy crashed into his thoughts. He stared up at the other, face morphed in disbelief. "Gods... Jaejoong!" he all but yelled.
The raven cringed at his angered tone, but he didn't withdraw from the strong hold. He sagged into the hand, eyes misting as he tried to contain his hurt.
"Are you insinuating that you hurt yourself last night?" Yunho fumed, angered at the thought that Jaejoong had the guts to harm himself again. He all but jerked the chin in his hands upwards as he scanned the bruised chest. It wasn't bad, only small blotches of red and maybe light violet, but the full harm of it might have faded when they were sleeping. Had he not asked the music to be turned down? Was that not enough? Maybe someone had turned the volume up whilst they were drunk?
He let out a choked grunt, his mind chastising himself as his eyes jumped from bruise to bruise. He was supposed to protect the other; he was supposed to prevent this from happening. What had he done wrong?
He barely caught the trembled "I don't know" that came out of Jaejoong's mouth. A tear dropped onto the skin of his hand, making him pull back in surprise. He watched as Jaejoong slowly tilted his head down parallel to his, all the while, his eyes gazed horrified at the tears streaming down Jaejoong's face.
"How can you not know?" he bit out frustratingly. He ran a hand through his hair and looked away, not able to fully face that sorrowful expression.
"I was drunk, Yunho," the synesthete tried to explain. The shaken tone turned into an accusing one. "You can't blame me. You were as drunk as me!" Jaejoong attacked.
"Now you're saying it's my fault? I don't remember doing anything to bring on your synesthesia!" the taller yelled back, exasperated. "I asked for the music to be lowered," he proved. He saw Jaejoong blink his eye at his words, the hot tears never failing to stop as they argued.
"You went and got drunk!" the synesthete parried. Their eyes locked in a heated contest. "You went and left me to play cards with your friends," Jaejoong whispered sadly, all trace of anger now gone. He had remembered sitting alone in a corner, looking and admiring how great Yunho was. He had vague memories of thinking how the other was so... comfortable in his being --in his very skin. He had remembered so many things before the blankness of his drunken mind, but he had felt an emotion above the haze and adoration.
He didn't notice it moments before, but it hit him now like a bag full of concrete blocks. He sagged against the sink and burrowed his head in his hand. "I was lonely," the other hiccupped.
Yunho felt himself soften, the anger ebbing at him moments before evaporated. He felt vulnerability radiating off of the synesthete, and he cursed as the anger returned: not at Jaejoong --no-- at himself. How could he make Jaejoong feel alone? Was the other not segregated enough with his condition? He couldn't remember if he had asked the other to join him or not. He wasn't the best drunk, but he hoped to dear god that he was the greatest drunk there ever was to Jaejoong. Only, he knew he wasn't --Jaejoong was crying, for heaven's sake-- and that made him hate himself to no end.
"You were lonely," he said, pulling the other into an embrace, "and because of loneliness, you hurt yourself?" he asked the smaller. He didn't understand --couldn't understand-- the other. He placed his chin comfortingly on the mop of black hair, encircling his hands tighter around the quivering body as he soothed the crying male. He didn't want Jaejoong to cry.
He didn't want Jaejoong to cry.
Not for synesthesia, not for harming himself, not for Yunho. Jaejoong was forbidden to cry. The image didn't suit him.
"I don't know what caused it," Jaejoong admitted, his shoulders heaving as he sniffled and snuggled into the broad shoulders. "I just know that it happened." Jaejoong let go from the embrace and looked up at Yunho. "Promise me you won't tell your friends," he demanded. He wasn't going to be outcasted by Yunho's gang. He knew that if it all came down to Yunho's friends, or Jaejoong, he would be left behind. He didn't want to be left behind, he was so tired of being put first, but right now, all he wanted was that spotlight from Yunho.
"They don't know about me, please make it stay that way," Jaejoong pleaded. He dreaded to be looked at indifferently. He didn't want to be judged as the "one who hurts himself" or the "one who is afraid of sound". They didn't know him, they couldn't judge him, but they were all correct. He did hurt himself, he had committed that sinful act yesterday night, hadn't he? And he was afraid of sound.
He was terrified.
Whatever they named him would be true. That was him --a part of him he wish he could cut off and bury-- and he was that. Kim Jaejoong, the synesthete. He was so tired of hearing that; he wanted to just be Kim Jaejoong.
He looked up tearfully at Yunho. Was he Kim Jaejoong to Yunho? What was he to Yunho?
"Hey," Yunho shushed, his gentle humming tone silencing Jaejoong's tears. "They don't need to know this," Yunho said, smiling down at the raven. Jaejoong felt his heart settle at the tone. He saw blue.
"Special people should only know about a certain Kim Jaejoong's condition, don't you think?" the taller hummed, stroking through the raven's jet-black hair. "The Kim household and a very handsome lad named Yunho," he laughed, trying to make the heavy air clear.
"And doctors," Jaejoong added, sniffing. He wiped his wet face in his hand and cursed himself for crying and being weak. Gods, he was supposed to be strong. He had long promised to never act weak and cause burden to anyone anymore, hadn't he?
"Yes, doctors that help Kim Jaejoong," Yunho laughed. He patted down Jaejoong's hair, but then decided that a ruffled-up looking Jaejoong was much more endearing.
"And nurses," the other said thoughtfully, causing Yunho to chuckle at his consideration. "It feels good," Jaejoong laughed along, grabbing hold of Yunho's fingers that ran circles on his scalp. His tears dried, but the bitter realty was still there. He ignored it. "I do it to you all the time, it's nice to have you repay the favor," he teased.
"Well, a hair rub makes my mind go blank. It feels so good." Yunho then laughed at his words.
"That sounds so wrong," Jaejoong snorted and gently pushed the hand away from his head. It wasn't because he didn't like it --it was great a sensation-- but he felt self-conscious. He hadn't taken a bath yet, and he was still filthy from yesterday's sweat. Stepping away, he looked thoughtfully at Yunho.
"Should I take you to the doctors?"
"It doesn't hurt."
Yunho frowned, "Let's go and check it anyways," he said.
"I am fine, it doesn't hurt," Jaejoong soothed. "But I'm a bit surprised... why my neck? My ears would be a sensible place, but why my neck?" he questioned. His last several attacks --well, all the attacks he had ever had in his life-- left him with bruised ears or cheeks. This was a first: his neck. He wondered why it was at that particular location, but he sidetracked it.
Yunho shrugged, but a thought bit relentlessly at him. Smiling at Jaejoong, he excused himself from the bathroom, not before reassuring that he wasn't going to tell anyone. He exited the bathroom and closed it behind him, the smile he displayed to the other faded from his lips.
He walked away and thought worriedly. Maybe, this was getting out of hand. Maybe the situation with Jaejoong was an attempt at a life.
Maybe, this was suicide?
He furrowed his brow and shook his head at the thought. It couldn't be, right? Jaejoong didn't seem like the type to kill himself or act rashly. Sure he hit himself when he couldn't bear a certain sound, but it was because of the pain. He didn't really want to end his life just because of a few moments of awful sound right?
He shuddered, his breath quickening as he walked away from the door. He wondered what Jaejoong was doing, but he brushed the thought away when his eyes caught the sight of a snoring Changmin on the floor.
The people currently in the house wasn't as much as yesterday --some of them had went home-- but there were still many of those who were too out of it to drive or call a taxi. He could make out Donghae draped over Eunhyuk, spotting Heechul lying on the sofa, and he chuckled at his friends for mumbling in their sleep.
He gazed at them fondly when a hand was placed on his shoulder. "Hey, my mom called and she wants us home right away," Jaejoong said from behind him. Yunho grunted in reply, head spinning with all the chastising he would have to go through once he was home. Mrs. Kim was absolutely worrying for Jaejoong's welfare, and he dreaded to come home and see the mother's disapproving face.
"Can you go home by yourself?" Yunho asked, holding up his keys.
"I don't know how to operate a motorcycle," Jaejoong said, puzzled. "Are you afraid of what my mom would do to you?"
Yunho blanched. "What? Afraid? Of course not," he told the other, puffing out his chest. "And who says these are the motorcycle keys?"
Jaejoong laughed at his antics, poking Yunho's chest and pushing him gently out of his way, ignoring the latter question. "Silly," the raven laughed. "You know she'll kill you."
"Well, now that you mention it, how 'bout we go somewhere for a while? You know, until she calms down," Yunho sweated, causing Jaejoong to laugh at his panic. The raven went over and patted his shoulders, assuring him that the Kim would try and soothe the older momma bird.
Yunho noticed the other's neck being covered by his shirt collar, the top of the collar hiking almost over Jaejoong's chin as the raven passed him. The worry ebbing at him returned and he frowned down at the floor's tiles as thoughts surfaced.
"Hey, Jaejoong?" he called out to the other who had his back towards him. Jaejoong turned around and raised an eyebrow expectantly. He felt the next few words catch in his throat as he gazed upon the other's features. Eyes that were too bright and soft, deep and full of questions. Lips that talked of many, yet spoke of manners and happiness. Was Jaejoong even possible of committing suicide? That couldn't be, right? The other was too bright to end everything.
He was torn between confronting the other and being right, or having the other be insulted by his accusations. But what if he was right and be didn't tell the other about it? What if Jaejoong still continued to try and end his life? He saw question marks swim before his eyes, making him dizzy and confused.
"What, Yunho?" Jaejoong called after a small silence had settled in. The other turned around completely and looked at him.
"N-nothing." He waved it off and told the other that be forgot what he was going to say.
"Well thanks for wasting my precious time," the raven said sarcastically, a playful glint beaming in his eyes.
Yunho snorted and rolled his eyes. "Yes, yes your highness." He faked a bow. He waved goodbye to Changmin, giving the other a playful slap on the back as the younger walked out of his room disoriented.
"So... home?" Jaejoong asked as soon as they were in the car.
"I guess so," Yunho sighed.
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"I hate curfews," Yunho grunted as he hefted the bag filled with ointment into his car. Jaejoong followed closely behind him, holding back a snicker that was slightly too obvious.
"It's your fault for not informing my mom about where we were going last night," Jaejoong said. He opened the door to the car and sat down, buckling his seatbelt while smiling at the frown on Yunho's face. "Besides, we have an hour and a half before we have to go back home," he stated, looking at the digital clock on the dashboard.
"Still... 6:00! That is way too early for a healthy boy like me," the taller complained. He ignored the snort the raven let out and buckled up. "And she seriously thought I took you to some random hotel and had my way with you," he said, exasperated. "That crazy lady."
"Yah! Be nice to my mom! She can be a bit too much, but she means well," Jaejoong berated. He hummed along to the radio, which Yunho had turned down to a minimal buzz. "Besides, I see a potbelly forming from all those alcohol you consume," he joked, poking at Yunho's belly. The tips of his finger was met with rock solid abs, but he brushed it aside and pretended that his finger was sinking into the "fat".
"You, my friend, are one blind Korean. This is not fat," the constant defended. He drummed his thumbs on the steering wheel. "Where should we go for an hour and a half?" he asked. He hated curfews, but if he had one, he wanted to milk all the fun out of every last second of it.
"I don't know," Jaejoong answered. "How 'bout I show you around the neighborhood?" he brightened, his excited mood infecting Yunho's sulking one. The synesthete hadn't had the time or strength to let the other look around the neighborhood, and he was ecstatic to show Yunho the monuments placed around the streets. After all, he did live in the rich ancient suburbs, and the sights were really pretty. At least he thought so.
"How about it?" he asked his constant.
"Why not," Yunho shrugged, igniting the engine.
They drove home in silence, the classical music station being the only backdrop to their ride. Yunho found the music soothing, and he was glad that Jaejoong did too.
"What are you doing?" Jaejoong asked when he noticed the taller driving by his house's driveway.
"Exploring the place, what else?" Yunho said, rolling his eyes.
"Exploring by walking, not driving," the synesthete exclaimed. "You don't want to enjoy nature?"
"I can enjoy it pretty well in my car."
"We're walking, Yunho, and that's final," Jaejoong demanded, and he gave a small smile when Yunho sighed, parking into a random driveway and reversing backwards.
"Goodbye freedom," Jaejoong heard Yunho whisper, and he silently chuckled to himself at how lazy the other was. He contained his expression, and it wasn't till they were walking down the sidewalk did he start to loosen up. He had promised the other a tour, but as the walk continued and Yunho showed no sign of interest in his information on a tree, or a rock monument, he gave up and lapsed into silence.
"Hey, so how but we do a little bonding right now?" Yunho spoke up after a stifling silence. It was a harmless suggestion, but he noticed the synesthete stiffen beside him, the other's gait hesitating, and then continuing.
"We're out in the open," Jaejoong said, his vice a low whisper. "Someone might hear," he dropped his tone a notch lower.
"Are you ashamed of your condition?" Yunho found himself asking. He saw the synesthete shoot him an alarming look, then watched as the raven glance around wearily. "It was like this morning too. You didn't want my friends to know," the constant stated.
"It's not as if I'm ashamed... I just don't want people to know." Jaejoong looked up at him, and he saw that flashing image of sorrow. Something whisked behind the sadness: a fleeting emotion that was felt too fast and dispersed too quickly.
"No one is around us," the taller stated.
Jaejoong sighed, and they lapsed into another dose of silence. Their walk was slow and calming, but the constant could feel the raven's tense muscles as they strode side by side.
"How do you perceive my color?" he asked, breaking the ice. He heard Jaejoong choke back a laugh, and he glanced over dubiously. "What?"
"I just never thought you'd use such a big word," Jaejoong laughed, his hands holding at his sides as he proceeded to lose his breath.
"Perceive?"
"Yeah. Coming out of your mouth is like watching pigs fly," Jaejoong doubled over, laughter consuming his being.
"You're insulting my pride," the taller huffed. He ignored the other's apology and strode on, leaving Jaejoong a step behind.
"So, how do you perceive my color? Let's be serious," Yunho asked again after much grunting and annoyance. "Does it fill your vision with blue, or does it remind you of the color blue? And how does it work?" he asked, curiosity peaking.
Jaejoong hummed away the last of his laughter and sat thoughtfully on the questions. "It doesn't really consume my visions. I don't know how to explain it, but the saturation of what I'm seeing sometimes turns blue. Sometimes, when you talk, I see floating wisps of blue. Like smoke. When you laugh, I'm not sure, but it looks weird. Like small waves that keep on multiplying." Jaejoong ruffled his hair. "I don't know how to explain this..."
"So what you see varies?"
"Yes. If your tone changes, the color and shape changes. Or maybe it is your mood that makes what I see change?"
Yunho digested the information. "So right now what do you see?"
"I see what you see. Green trees, light blue skies, red bricked buildings. Nothing is triggering my synesthesia," Jaejoong admitted.
Yunho found himself more confused. "Wait, so how exactly does it get triggered? And why don't you see my blue now? It's not like every single noise makes you see a color or shape, right?"
"Of course not! I would have killed myself if that were the case," Jaejoong joked. "And I don't know why I can't see your color right now. I can't control it."
The taller stopped walking, his body still. The words brought a shiver down Yunho's spine. His eyes furrowed at the words and he frowned at the other. Worry sprang from every orifice of his body, and it left him feeling cold and panicked. Jaejoong was playing around with death, but how much of it was pretend?
Jaejoong stopped, but shrugged when he didn't see an expression on his constant's face. "Not everything makes it go off. It doesn't work that way. Something as soft as a bell tinkling can make my vision swim for hours in a good or bad way. It also varies," Jaejoong informed. "Just like how Yoochun's piano can send my mind into a hazy blissful state, a certain sound can make me wince or laugh."
"So I can't predict the synesthesia, huh?" Yunho said. He felt his body mentally sag at the realization. How the fuck was he supposed to help the other when he didn't even know what triggered the condition? His spirit deflated as they continued to stride down the pavement.
"So... what's the craziest moment?" he asked after a small thought.
"Huh?"
"Synesthesia. What's the craziest, most bizarre image you ever saw?" Yunho explained. "So dense..." he sighed, tsking playfully at the raven.
"Yah!" Jaejoong yelled, bumping shoulders to Yunho haughtily. "Well, the craziest moment was when I was a teenager. I was listening to a piano recital of Yoochun's and he was playing Stravinsky. He missed a note, and somehow my ears caught it and I started seeing purple and yellow. They were neon color, and it left me blinded," Jaejoong laughed, reminiscing the moment. "When his performance ended, I was the only one not giving him a standing ovation because I was still in a daze," the raven chuckled. "He noticed me and he went home crying his eyes out because he thought I didn't like his performance. He's so sensitive."
"That's pretty weird," Yunho chuckled along.
"Pretty weird," Jaejoong agreed. "Enough about me, what about you?" the raven asked. "When did you start to drum?"
"Since grade school. Me and my mom were pretty poor back then, and dad was a drunk so money went to bailing him out of jail for committing an offense. I had to do small jobs, and the money was only enough to buy drumsticks and some drumming books. It wasn't a lot, but I went through the books inch by inch, and I learned the basics pretty quick," he admitted. Thinking about it now, he was really glad he had slaved away to get the sticks and books.
"And that was enough to turn you into a drum major?"
"Of course not! My middle school had a music program as one of the added course, and so I joined the school band to learn to drum. "I'll show you the sticks when I get home! They're in my mallet bag, but they're pretty beaten up," he exclaimed.
He saw the twinkle in Jaejoong's eye, and then the nod, and soon he was too eager to get home.
"Teach me," he heard the other say, and he turned around quizzically.
"Teach you? You want to learn to drum?" Yunho gaped. He chuckled and shook his head. "With these muscles?" he grabbed at the scrawny arm inside the too big white jacket.
"Yah, there's enough muscle in there to learn!" Jaejoong defended.
"Okay, okay, but if it triggers your synesthesia then we're stopping," Yunho gave in, smiling when he saw the beam on Jaejoong's face. He took hold of Jaejooong's jacket sleeve and turned them around, guiding them slowly back to the house.
"I'm not a child," Jaejoong whined while trying to tug his hand away from Yunho's hold. He huffed when Yunho took hold of the fabric again and defiantly stopped in face.
"You act like a child," Yunho laughed, ignoring the glare the synesthete shot at him. "And you're so short. I can't help but think you're a child," he laughed. He pulled the reluctant Jaejoong along with him and smiled with amusement when the other fell into step with him with a huff.
"It's not my fault you're giraffe sized," the smaller huffed.
"It's my superior genes," the constant joked, laughing and dodging the wayward hand Jaejoong flung at him. "So... one question. What do you see when I drum?" Yunho asked abruptly, pulling the other to a leisurely pace as they trekked home.
"Orange," Jaejoong answered immediately. "It seemed like almost everything you do triggers my synesthesia, which baffles me because before you came, it only happened a few times a day.". Jaejoong glanced sideways at him, as if examining and amounting his actions.
"So after I came, it got worse?" Yunho asked, incredulous. Wasn't he here to stop or reduce the synesthesia? If all he did was increase it, why the hell was he needed here?
"Oh no!" Jaejoong exclaimed, eyes widening in shock. "Never stop it, that would be awful!"
"What?"
He didn't understand. Wasn't synesthesia the evil witch in this fairytale? Why would it be awful to stop it?
"Synesthesia is a beautiful gift," the synesthete answered. "As a matter fact, many other synesthetes hail it as a blessing," the other smiled.
"We're not talking about other people. We're talking about you!" he yelled, exasperated.
"Why are you yelling?" Jaejoong countered, taken aback by the outburst. "Why are you mad?" he asked again, gently.
"I'm not mad," Yunho sighed, breath ragged as he tried to calm down. "I'm just trying my best to understand this, but it frustrates me when I can't," he admitted. He didn't even know why he was so abrupt in his feelings. He wasn't usually like this. He could keep a calm head even in the worst arguments and fights, but why was he so damn bipolar now?
He gave the other a half smile as he continued walking, ignoring the pang in his chest. It was Yoochun; it was most definitely the other. Being around the emotional male had caused a toll on him. That was it.
That was most definitely it.
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It's beena while :) Finally an updation, but nothing major is happening. I promise, but by the beginning of the next chapter the pace and plot will start to escalate :3
I apologize again for the slow updations.
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