Behind the screen / H.HJ Centric

Chapped and soft .

The instant Hyunjin drifted into sleep, he felt a gentle caress on his arm, coaxing him back to consciousness. His heavy eyelids fluttered open, revealing the same dark room, but now with Chan standing beside his bed, bathed in shadows.

"Hyunjinnie... we have friends over. Do you want me to excuse you, or would you like to come downstairs? Inyeop is already there, along with everyone else. It's okay if you don't—"

"No... it's okay. I'm joining you guys." Hyunjin's voice, still thick with sleep, interrupted Chan. The flood of words so soon after waking was overwhelming.

As he began to rise, Chan's hand gently but firmly wrapped around his wrist, sending a shiver down his spine that made him pause.

"Sit... just for a few minutes." The simple request, filled with unspoken concern, sparked an inexplicable annoyance in Hyunjin. Chan had done nothing wrong, yet frustration bubbled within him. With a resigned sigh, he sank back onto the bed beside Chan, his fingers fidgeting nervously, breath uneven. What was coming next?

"Are you okay? Be honest." The question pierced through him, more painful than he wanted to admit.

"Yes." That was before he lost himself in a life-threatening eating disorder.

"I am." That was before he was assaulted by a photographer.

"Why wouldn't I be?" That was before he received the call about his mother's death.

"Really?" Chan's disbelief was palpable. He could see through Hyunjin's facade but felt helpless.

"Yes..." That was before the haters' words began to poison his mind.

"Really." That was before he fell into the abyss of smoking, drinking, self-harm.

That was when he was Hyunjinnie.

Chan's penetrating gaze made Hyunjin squirm, his anxiety spiking.

"You know I don't believe you. And you know damn well you're lying to me." Hyunjin nodded, the truth too heavy to keep denying. He was not fine and hadn't been for a long time. Occasionally, he managed to deceive himself into thinking things would improve.

Even though it always got worse... and worse... and worse.

The room was cloaked in silence, the only light a sliver from the hallway seeping through the crack beneath the door.

"I am not, but I'm making the best of it." Which meant putting on a facade that was slowly crumbling.

Chan already knew this. There was one question, though, that had been gnawing at him since Hyunjin's transformation.

It was simple... yet excruciating to ask.

"Who or what made you like this, Hyunjin?"

Silence...

"Maybe someday, Chan, someday I'll talk about it and laugh, but for now... I don't know. It all just happened." The frustration in Hyunjin's voice was palpable. How could any of this help?

Chan rubbed the bridge of his nose, fighting back tears. He could have broken down right there, overwhelmed by guilt and sorrow for not noticing sooner. None of it made sense. How had he missed the signs?

"Let's go..."

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"Felix this is stupid.",Jisung laughed at his best friends plan , a plan how to get Jeon Jungkook . The person that was sitting on their couch , chatting with no one else than Cha Eunwoo . 

"Pff stupid my ass ,now help me carry those." With that , the two boys carried bottles of soju and many glasses just to place them on the glass table in front of the couch .