WEAK SPOT [YEONBIN]

✃52✁

It's early morning. About 5am when Soobin exhausts himself to sleep again. Eyes heavy, and face blotched red. The corners of his eyes burn and stung, and his chest continues to heave. Unable to stop the gasps leaving him.

He's awoken next a couple hours later. The room is bright. He could hear a doorbell ringing. He figures it must be his dream. Probably a dream of Yeonjun returning to him.

Next, his body jolts. Eyes still bleary from his tears. It's too bright, am I dreaming?

The bell rings again. Over and over, the noises overlapping.

Can't be it. Yeonjun's doorbell doesn't work.

Soobin slowly sits up from the bed to follow the noise.

He makes his way down the staircase, nearly tripping over himself a few times. Once at the bottom, he makes his way over to the front door, rubbing at his eyes.

Soobin doesn't bother to look out the window at who may be on the other side.

He grabs the door handle before he can register any regret or caution, and it swings open.

Soobin's eyes widen.

Taehyun stands before him. His dark hair, flutters in the breeze. It's cold, but Soobin can't shy away, frozen. He stares into Taehyun's soft gaze, brown eyes almost looking blue as they absorb all the light bouncing off Yeonjun's white house.

Not a muscle twitches in Taehyun's face as he observes the state Soobin's in. He remains still, relaxed. It allows for Soobin to take him in in return. His eyes trail down Taehyyn's body, noticing that he wears casual clothing. Very casual.

The last time I saw him in something like this was when Yeonjun had overdosed... when I slept over at his house...

Another detail, he notices, is that Taehyun has a pack back on, one that he hasn't seen before.

"Sorry for ringing so much." Taehyun chuckles. But his smile is brief. "You almost had me scared- almost!."

Soobin swallows, nodding. "Sorry. I was... asleep,"

Taehyun offers him another smile. "It's okay- can I come in?"

Soobin stands a moment longer before half hazardly moving to the side. Taehyun walks in with confident strides. As Soobin closes the door, his brows furrow.

"Taehyun- he's not here." Soobin says as he makes his way to the living room. He pauses when he sees Taehyun drop his bag to the floor. Brows furrowing, "-And I don't think he'll be back soon-"

"I know."

"So you might want to- what?"

Taehyun looks at him. This time giving him a bigger smile.

"I'm here to see you. To um-" he glances down at his bag before meeting Soobin's eyes again. "To stay, actually... at least until Yeonjun gets back." He says.

Soobin stares at him.

Taehyun clasps his hands together.

"I know he's not here. But, I'm here to hang with you. And, you look like you may need it."

Soobin shakes his head, eyes squinting. Feeling the puffiness. I'm sure I look like I do.

All because of that-

"...fucking liar." Soobin says through grit teeth.