CONFIDENT, yeonjun ✓

(12) BEAUTIFUL.

"WHERE IN THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN?" Miyeon started screaming, her voice echoing throughout the filled junkyard.

Yeah, the relief he was alive was gone.

Miyeon started hitting the red-head with force, "I was worried sick about you, you selfish motherfucker! You couldn't even shoot me a text like 'yooo i'm okay btw'?!"

Wooyoung burst into a fit of giggles behind her, letting his legs stretch away from the crate and onto the ground.

"H-hey you're hurting me!" Yeonjun exclaimed, but Miyeon wasn't having any of it.

"Bitch you hurt my heart what the fuck-"

The orange-haired finally stopped swinging on her not-so-sure-pretend-boyfriend and looked at him, his eyes softly filled with regret.

"I'm sorry for leaving..I just.." He trailed, looking down.

Miyeon looked at him again, this time noticing his hands beginning to shake again. She turned to Wooyoung, who quickly looked in the other direction.

Nosy bitch. She chuckled internally.

Grabbing Yeonjun's shaky hands, she pulled him forward.

"We're gonna talk about this, but I'll give you time to figure out what you're going to say." She sighed, not wanting him to have another anxiety attack.

Truth be told, Yeonjun didn't even know how to start. He'd never spoken about this to anyone — not even his bandmates.

So how could he tell someone like Miyeon?

He was afraid of what she would say.

Red hair blew with the night breeze as the three of them walked down the sidewalk, a comfortable silence intruding as they all thought about what had occurred.

For Wooyoung, he was happy to finally express his worries. He didn't feel scared to see Felix again — and not scared to see him with Changbin. He genuinely felt like this was the first step of finally letting go.

Yeonjun, he was worried about showing Miyeon his deepest vulnerability — but he was also happy to know she cared this much when he was away. It didn't completely erase his fears, but she definitely was making him feel more safe.

And Miyeon, she was happy to know that the confident-not-so-confident rockstar she'd grown to care about was safe and sound. She didn't understand what was going on with him — and honestly she was still pretty pissed — but she was smiling like an idiot as she looked down at the sight of their hands wrapped together.

—

"Woo! You're home!" Felix cheered, "I was getting nervous."

The brown-haired smiled softly, closing the front door behind him.

There he goes again, being too cute.

As if on que, Changbin emerged from the bathroom. His black hair soaked from his shower, the male not even wearing a shirt but some grey sweatpants.

Wooyoung watched as Felix's face went from happy to flustered, the blonde turning around immediately to run towards the kitchen.

"That pretty girl didn't stay but if she comes over again and I'm not home please tell her she can help herself to the brownies!" He smiled.

Smiling, Wooyoung nodded and grabbed a brownie.

I deserve something sweet after this depressing ass day.

"Yo Wooyoung," Changbin spoke, "Can we talk?"

What the fuck does he want?

Oh right.