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The house was quiet as Hanbin and Hao slept peacefully in their room, but out in the living room, a small figure stirred under the dim moonlight streaming in through the window. Yujin sat up on the couch, blinking as he adjusted to the darkness, his little hands carefully reaching into his bag. After a moment of rustling, he pulled out a small, slightly battered walkie-talkie.
Yujin glanced around to make sure no one was awake before pressing the button and whispering, "Gyuvie? Gyuvie, are you there?" His voice was soft, laced with a mix of excitement and relief.
A crackle came through the walkie-talkie, followed by a faint but familiar voice. "Yujinnie! I thought you’d never call. Where are you?”
Yujin bit his lip, glancing at the hallway leading to Hanbin and Hao’s room. “I’m safe,” he whispered. “I’m with some… nice people. They let me sleep on their couch, and they even fed me dinner.”
There was a pause on the other side, as if Gyuvin was processing this. "That’s good! I was worried, you know. I thought maybe… they took you." His voice dropped to a whisper too, a hint of fear threading through his words.
“No, no,” Yujin assured him, though his own voice trembled slightly. “These people are different. They don’t get mad or yell, and they let me eat as much as I wanted—and they’re kinda funny.”
A soft sigh of relief came through the walkie-talkie. “I’m glad you’re safe. I wish I could be there with you, Yujinnie… It’s so quiet here without you.”
Yujin felt a pang in his chest, his fingers tightening around the walkie-talkie. “I miss you too, Gyuvie,” he whispered. “I’ll come back for you, I promise. Just hold on a little longer, okay?”
“Okay,” Gyuvin replied, his voice barely audible now. “And Yujinnie… be careful.”
Yujin nodded, even though Gyuvin couldn’t see him, then gave one last whispered, "Good night, Gyuvie," before tucking the walkie-talkie back into his bag.
He lay back down, pulling the blanket up to his chin, a small smile creeping onto his face.
As Yujin settled under his blanket, a small smile softened his features, though his thoughts remained with Gyuvin. He’d been apart from his friend for what felt like ages, but it was just a few days, really. Yet, every day apart felt heavier and longer, especially without the comfort of Gyuvin’s familiar presence.
He carefully took the walkie-talkie out again, glancing toward the hallway once more to make sure no one was stirring. Pressing the button softly, he whispered, "Gyuvie, you still there?"
Another faint crackle, and Gyuvin's voice came through, this time softer, almost like he was whispering from under a blanket too. "Yujinnie… Yeah, I’m still here. I thought maybe you’d fallen asleep."
