𝑺𝒆𝒆𝑲 | ʰʸᵘⁿʰᵒ

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The way back home had been longer than the ride to get to the police station.

Minho silently let the rest of the tears that his body refused to dry flow, his arms around Hyunjin's to cuddle him and keep him close again.

A̶̶s̶ ̶i̶̶f̶ his life depended on it.

He needed him more than he needed anyone else. And that is the reason why he refused to let him go, to abandon him.

Hyunjin glanced at the brunet from time to time. He was silent, but he had just cried all the tears in his body and used all his energy.

His fingertips gently caressed the smallest's thigh to make the ride back home go by faster and when finally the car was parked and the engine turned off, Hyunjin broke the silence in which Minho had taken refuge.

– Minho, we're here.

His free hand finds its way in the brunet's hair to give him gentle caresses that only result in Minho being even more tired.

He opens his eyes with difficulty to raise them to the black-haired boy and in a sleepy tone, he mumbles.

– Hmm...

– We're finally home, little angel.

The brown-haired boy stretches just like a cat and takes his seat belt off, smiling softly at the swarthy.

– The nightmare's finally over...

– Yes... Nothing will ever separate us again, my angel.

The stars in Minho's eyes light up very slowly, one by one as he stares at the taller one.

– Nothing...

As a response, Hyunjin leans in to place a small kiss on the smaller one's lips and he smiles at him in a more detailed way, like a sweet promise, a vow that he will keep this time.

The both of them get out of the car and get in the building. The dark-haired boy unlocks the apartment door and lets Minho in first, following him inside before closing the door behind him.

The two boys take off their shoes and then both observe the apartment that seems cold and lifeless.

They both imagined the same scenario.

Minho, alone. All alone in this apartment that housed so many beautiful memories, vague reminiscences.

He was there, in the middle of the room, laying on the floor, tears in his eyes, crying, crying.

Crying to the point of being unable to hear himself anymore.

Faced with this image of himself in an avoided future, Minho's negative thoughts and fears come back to haunt him and he looks up at the taller one. His hands find their way to his chest and they gently grip the fabric of his top.

– I'm sorry, Hyunjin...

Slightly surprised, the swarthy looks down at the smaller one as he places his hands on his waist.

– Minho... Don't be. Don't think about it anymore, okay?

His hands then slide to the back of his thighs and with a little warning, he picks him up by his thighs, Minho having clung to his neck, his face resting close to it.

– Okay... I'll do my best.

– That's what I wanted to hear.

Hyunjin carries Minho to the bathroom where he gently places him down and goes on to removes his top with a tenderness that no one but Minho knows.

– What are you doing...?

The dark gaze of the taller one lands for a moment on the porcelain skin of the brunet and he sighs as he brings his hands to his shoulders, slowly making them slide to the sides of his neck, his fingers brushing his reddened ears.