PRISM | sunnew ✓

sixteen

the second sunwoo got out of the cab, he made a run for chanhee's apartment. he didn't know why he felt an overwhelming amount of fear for the ulzzang boy but as he got to the nineteenth floor, he saw chanhee's door ajar, a bag of delivery food outside the door.

when sunwoo opened the door fully, he saw chanhee on the floor holding an umbrella (which sunwoo assumed he used as a form or protection) and another man trying to approach him. and, without a moment's hesitation, sunwoo took off his backpack and hit the man full force on the back of his head, causing him to stumble and fall onto the floor.

"who the fuck are you?" the man asked, rubbing his head and trying to get back on his two feet.

"i should be the one asking you that," sunwoo said, standing between him and chanhee. "i called the police by the way so-" the man launched himself at sunwoo but just before he could make any contact, two police officers came running into the room, quickly restraining the man.

"chanhee and i were meant to be together! i even know his real name and where he lives and i have all his pictures stored in my phone! he and i are destined-"

"the only thing you're destined for is a restraining order," sunwoo interjected, kneeling beside chanhee who was trying his best to stop trembling (but sunwoo could still clearly see his hands shaking).

"chanhee! you piece of shit! how could you betray me for this guy? chanhee..." the man continued screaming as the policemen took him away, his voice slowly fading and leaving behind only sunwoo and chanhee.

sunwoo looked at the scratches on chanhee's arms and sighed, digging through his bag and finding a small first aid kit. silently, he started attending to his scratches, chanhee still trying to regain his composure.

"i should be-"

"no you shouldn't be used to this. this is an invasion of your privacy and no one should be used to that." sunwoo placed a plaster over the scratches and after he did so, he sat cross-legged right in front of chanhee. "you can cry if you want to. i won't judge," he whispered.

"i already cried yesterday," chanhee said, refusing to make eye contact with sunwoo.

"well, there's no limit to crying but if you don't feel like it, you can talk, scream, do whatever you want. i'll be here," sunwoo said. chanhee nodded and sunwoo noticed teardrops staining the ground so pulling on his sweater sleeves, he quietly wiped the tears from chanhee's face. "and you were so adamant on not crying."

"shut up," chanhee said, still staring at the floor but nevertheless allowing sunwoo to wipe his tears away. "you've seen me be a mess for two days straight. i'd imagine you'd use this as blackmail against me."

"if i really wanted to use anything against you, i would've already exposed you," sunwoo replied, still wiping his tears away with his sleeve. "is this how you live normally?"

chanhee shrugged slightly and sunwoo took that as a sign that he didn't want to talk much about it.

sunwoo wasn't sure how long they stayed on the floor but eventually, they heard a knock on the door and saw a deliveryman awkwardly holding a bag of food. sunwoo quickly stood up and thanked him, placing the delivered food on the kitchen counter after he shut the door properly.

"i have a photoshoot later," chanhee mumbled, sunwoo walking closer so he could hear him. "you can eat those desserts if you want - i don't want to look puffy on camera."

before, if anyone told sunwoo such a line, he would've thought them to be conceited seeing as how they seemed to be overly concerned with their appearance. but now, he couldn't help but feel empathetic for the boy, bringing a box of macarons and placing it before him.