❝BRUISED CHERUB; ❞ [SOOKAI]

3. MINDoverMATTER

A/N: So what's been going on with me? (Even tho no one asked...) I got out of a long term relationship and started college! Aside from that, I will continue being a degenerate. While I was proofreading my battery died in the middle of it too... woe is me

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11 MINUTES - HALSEY, YUNG BLUD, TRAVIS BARKER

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Surprisingly (but not really), cutting down from melatonin is not the solution for his night terrors.

It doesn't help anything but welcomes a terrible lieu of insomniac nights, and disordered fingers following the same placements.

Had been working double shifts that night, and the night before and the night before that, and a good many nights in succession?

No, not really.

His left index finger crosses inadvertently, purposely crooked as if he's imitating an inexperienced rookie:

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Ma-ry had a lit-tle lamb

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The hunched over back is clad usually in a well-ironed crisp uniform, now tie loose, navy blue jacket with embordered initials flung with no care covering the Supreme logo of his backpack, and the kneecaps of the black pressed dress pants stained with dirt and grim (reminiscent of Soobin's lack of physical prowess hopping the fence.)

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Ma-ry had a lit-tle lamb

Huening's finger slides across the cotton material, and he feels sympathy for Soobin's spine having to carry all of the older boy's gangly limbs.

It's a paced and deliberate stroke. The vexing finger trails over Soobin's spine, and pokes at the area adjacent to his pelvis.

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Lit-tle lamb,

Soobin's back arches straight, and moves to locate the ivory keys:

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Lit-tle lamb,

The figure cowers again, an inkling of amusement crossing his comically serious face.

Continuous and itchy hands make another move to repeatedly poke the ident again and again (to correct the posture. Nothing more, nothing less.) 

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Ma-ry had a lit-tle lamb

One of his hands hurriedly repeated the final notes:

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