Aaron Z. was having a good day.
He was unbothered by the paparazzi's, and he'd gone for a drive with 3 of his friends, Jesse, Robaire, and Tae Young. They'd been going for a snack, but it turned into them listening to the news inside the sweet comfort of their car, on the highway.
It was too bad that they couldn't get T. up though. It had been early, and they'd just decided to go without him after a few minutes. Z. regrets that though. He looked around and found it unbelievably boring, sitting in utter silence.
Being a worldwide famous boyband was not an easy task, but it had its quirks. Before, he never would have had a car. Heck, he wouldn't have even had an idea what to do with his life after Highschool.
It was a bit of a rainy day, which was odd for summer, but he liked it. He loved the way that the rain would drop onto the leaves, and stream down to the grass and dirt below them.
He focused on that sound, until he saw the colors of their secluded, and rented home not far away. Once they'd gotten there, Jesse pulled into the driveway and let them all out.
Z. inwardly shrugged, 'So that's it for us then.' He quickly added, 'I wonder what T.'s been up to..'
He sighed, and went into the house. The others had decided to chill out at the table and do some more of their small-talk, while Z. looked for Aaron.
He checked the kitchen.. Nope. The bedroom? Nope. The bathroom hadn't been locked, and the living room was pretty open already. He wasn't anywhere.
Grumbling, Z. went to check the back patio, that was up high on the 2nd floor.
Never, in Z.'s wildest dreams would he have thought he'd have seen something like this.
Dangling off of the patio, was T., clutching onto the small fences poles with everything he had, breath coming short, and his knuckles turning white quickly. Z. would have laughed, if T. wasn't facing an imminent broken leg... or even, death.
Panicked, Z. yelped, "What's going on?! What did you do?!!" T. gasped, finally taking in Z.'s presence.
"Help me!" He screamed, his voice shaking, and his terrified eyes watery with tears.
Z. took one last look at the struggling Aaron, and pulled through the fence, grasping onto the younger boys arms.
It appeared that the other 3 were startled by all of the yelling, and Robaire and Jesse helped Z. grab T., while Tae was scared in the back. Finally, they were able to lug T. over the fence, and Jesse proceeded to sit him down on the tiled floor of the patio.
T. looked dazed, but was still terrified, his breathing ragged, and his bear toes were beating against the tiles in adrenaline. His cap had come off, and his fight with the tears had lost, as they were streaming down his face.
Z. was quick to act. While the others sent worried looks to each other, he went and checked if T. had hurt himself. He was unhappy to see the bruise forming on his leg. Ah. So that must have been where he'd hit the bottom of the patio, and the wall leading to the cold, hard ground.
"You're hurt," he muttered. T. tried to snicker, but it ended out as a half-sob, "No s-sh*t, Sherlock.."
Tae's eyes widened as he pulled himself closer. "What? Where?!" He stopped as he saw the bruise, and from the pale look on Tae's face, Z. pulled T.'s pant cuff back down below the bruise on his lower legs.
Robaire eyed Z., and then they waited.
It seemed like hours for T. to calm down. But in reality it was no time at all for him to get his emotions in check. Z. wondered how often T. had been sad or angry before, only to gain back his composure.
He finally realized how closed off T. was, and how he'd always used humor to lighten his fall.
The boys were all a bit surprised when T. spoke up, "Sorry, guys." He sniffled into his sleeve. Jesse smiled, massaging T.'s Hand as if he were his own child. The boy looked up, "You probably all wanna know what happened, don't 'ya..?"
While Robaire was ready to prod, Z. quickly assured the younger boy, "Not unless you want to."
T. stammered, "No, no! Y-you deserve to know.. especially since you saved me from dying, am I right?" And, there it was. That humor was getting in the way of how T. felt, of course.
The boy started, "Well, I had gotten up.. and I was a bit surprised when I found you guys gone. I mean, it's Saturday.. what do we do on Saturdays, anyways? So Uhm.. I decided to go and get some breakfast, and I went onto the patio to have it.. but then I remembered that I'd been behind on Choreo, so I'd tried to do a few flips.. and when that got boring, I tried to balance on the.. fence."
It all made sense. He had been bored, and his energetic brain had decided to do a stunt again, but his recklessness could be addressed later. They were pretty sure they all just wanted for T. to go back to his happy self again, no matter the cost.
T. didn't add on for once, and that was fine. He'd said enough. The boys all wrapped him into a delicate hug, and T. smiled. Physical touch was nice. Maybe they should all hug more often.
