Someones out there handing out flares

smoke in your eyes

Hyunjin and Chan sat on the bed. Each slumped down on the wall. Chan had his head on Hyunjin's shoulder, his fingers were fiddling with his shirt. Hyunjin had his eyes closed. His face scrunched up, trying not to cry. His hair was messy and getting a little too long.

''I just don't know what to do,'' he whispered to Chan, stumbling over his words.

They were in Chan's room, on his bed. Chan's room was suspiciously clean. His desk was empty and the clothes in his closet were folded neatly. It looked like Chan was simply staying the night, but Hyunjin knew better.

''can't you talk to him about it?'' Chan said.

Chan was a little bit confused; he didn't know the context of what Hyunjin was asking. The younger of the two refused to tell someone what happened between them. But regardless of that he tried to help him anyway.

''I mean, if you don't tell me what happened between you two, I can't really give you the appropriate advice. Just tell me what's going on and I won't judge,'' he said softly. He looked at Hyunjin from the side of his eye. The other didn't look back at him.

Hyunjin sighed. ''I just,'' he paused looking at his hands again, biting his nails off nervously. ''I just don't think it's that relevant you know.''

Chan raised his hand slowly and placed it on Hyunjin's head. Not sure if he was allowed to touch the fragile boy. When Hyunjin didn't move away he started to pat his head softly, Hyunjin's long hair moving beneath his hand.

''Just try to talk to him please. This atmosphere isn't good for any of us. We're here to heal, not to ruin ourselves even more than we already are.''

Hyunjin scoffed. His nose scrunching up once again.

''Do you really think we will ever leave this place?'' He almost laughed at Chan, but held it in.

Chan looked sad. ''Do you not?'' He asked. ''Do you think none of will leave?''

Hyunjin shrugged. ''Maybe some of us will. I think Felix will, he has been making a huge progress. But for the rest I think maybe only Han will, or Seungmin. But the rest of us will stay here I think.''

Chan didn't know what to say. His mouth opened a few times, but he closed it again each time. He had nothing to bring against that, or to say in conformation.

He was glad when Hyunjin spoke again.

''I mean,'' he said. ''Minho doesn't have permission from his parents, so if he leaves then I see that as a miracle. Changbin doesn't have control over himself, he is reckless and doesn't think about his actions. I don't know what's going on in your head. Truly I don't.''

Hyunjin paused.

''And I just can't see myself being anywhere else than here. I don't see a future ahead of me. Either I die here, or I stay here until the end of my life. Which still means I die here.''

''I think everyone of us will get to go home,'' Chan whispered, suddenly overthinking each of their fates. His voice had shaken, representing how he felt. Weak.

''So, you know, the future glows,'' Hyunjin laughed bitterly.

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Changbin was filled with jealousy. He didn't like someone touching something that was his, especially if it was Hyunjin that was touching it.

He should have beaten the shit out of him, he really should have.

As he was pacing through the hallway, he could feel the eyes of other patients on him. His little group had left him alone for a while and it was making him even more angry than he already was.