The world doesn't end when you're alone, but it's much more bearable when there are people you can call home.
"He held me when I thought I was dying-and I was holding him when he begged me to let him die."
A soulmate AU in which everything you write...
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Part Two
"I must be in a maze, I'm stuck Everything is slipping through my fingers Fatigue is piling up, the maze has turned pitch-black If I don't stop now, I'll crash" - 1, 2, 3, 4, 5
6 months later
Kim Seungmin
Hyung, please
Help
Pick up
Please pick up
"Why aren't you answering me?" His voice hitched, "where are you? Dammit." Seungmin made a pitiful sound between a sniffle and a sob, and immediately slapped his hand over his mouth.
"Dammit, dammit, dammit, pick up" he gasped.
It was humiliating, to be so on edge all the time now.
Seungmin was trying. He reached towards the corner of his plain white sheets and pulled them beneath the corners of his matress, the hardness of it pushing on his knuckles. Evenly, diligently, he smoothed out the creases along the edges like he always did. He threw his comforter over the bed, just as neat. Doing what he always did, to maintain some semblance of normalcy.
In his closet held freshly ironed button-down shirts. The entire house had been vacuumed. Yongbok's plants had been watered. And no matter how much he kept up his routine, he felt like he couldn't move. His entire body was in agony when he tried.
For the first nineteen years of his life, he had been able to stay even-keeled, poised. But right now there was a boy one door down from his, hiding in his wardrobe like the young child he once was, fracturing any composure Seungmin thought he had left.
"Seungminnie," he said. Voice chillingly monotone. "They know."
Seungmin's entire body went still. Everything about Hyunjin's body language was screaming what Seungmin didn't want to hear. But he had to inquire, just in case he was wrong.
"The Dove's Crossing. They know. That's what I didn't want to tell you back then. Someone leaked it."
Hyunjin crumbled. When he fell, Seungmin couldn't even touch him.
He had not moved since.
Seungmin desperately wanted him to unlock his door.
Seungmin had no idea what they were meant to do now.
It had always been prominent that the skeletons in Hyunjin's closet ran achingly deep. From the moment Seungmin laid eyes on him, he had been aware. He was unlike any other fifteen year old Seungmin had ever meant. When Hyunjin spoke, it was years below his age. His posture was so alien, his footsteps so quiet. He scared Seungmin back then, they could both now admit.
