back to you || yeonbin

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Everyone loves a happy ending. Even if its almost inevitable, the idea of having an anti-climax is sometimes nerve-wracking for people.

And sometimes, people, even when they know they don't deserve a happy ending, crave for it like the very air they breath. Because their salvation lies in it, and at the end of the day, it is the only entity that can save them.

Yeonjun craves for a happy ending. Even if he knows that no God in His right mind would ever grant him one.

After the whole fiasco in LA, Yeonjun had found sanctuary in Boston, right across the US. Funny enough, he just cannot set his mind up to move out somewhere remotely near to Asia.

Jennie had followed him.

"Yeah, and you think you can convince me otherwise? I can be very persuasive, Jun. Keep that in mind." Jennie had said.

At certain times, Yeonjun almost feels like Jennie is ruining her life by following him. Though he doesn't say that out loud.

Leo must have cried.
Or cursed.

Heeseung would have done the same too.

But cares he not.

Is he okay?
That is a very vague question.

Yeonjun stared at his sleeve-covered arms as he walked towards the grocery store.

The cut from two days back looked slightly fresh. It had been too deep.
The pain was...

Beautiful. The pain was beautiful, thought Yeonjun.

He remembered how the crimson flowed when the blade pressed on to him.

The ache on the first contact is won by the masterpiece that follows.

Jennie hadn't noticed all that. But he knew how smart she can get. So he had started going for hidden places where he could paint on himself.

His thighs.
Forearms.
Chest.

Beauties. All of his scars where.

The best part was reopening the healed ones.

Yeonjun huffed.
I am running out of blades.

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"Welcome to Cynefin." Park Noah spoke out loud as she opened the doors of the apartment.
Cozy and welcoming.
Warm.

The apartment was compact. Good enough to stay for two people. The colors were of the white and purple pallette, with soft ivory curtains adorning the large windows. Jennie entered first, Yeonjun following.

"It's not much, but I guess you'll manage." Noah said.

Yeonjun shuffled upstairs, with his bags.

Noah, noticing Jennie's confused look, said.
"He's been here before. The boys used to stay here during vacations."

Jennie nodded.
"So you own the house?"

"Not exactly. It's my uncle's. He used to live here when he was in Uni. I could say he personally doesn't like the house, though."

"Why?"

"Well, for starters, he met Aunt Vivienne here. She used to stay about two blocks down and went to same University. Posh wedding and all, they divorced a couple of years later. He doesn't say that, he says he doesn't like the colors."

Jennie smiled a bit.

"I'll ask some of my friends here to keep an eye on you. I'll introduce some, if you need any help."