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Hansol stood in front of the full length mirror in the room that him and B-Joo shared. He was admiring his new tattoo, a purple wing of a butterfly. He smiled and rubbed his fingers against the swollen skin, batting an eye in pain because the tattoo had just been done yesterday.
He looked over at his phone. 68 missed calls. 140 unread texts. He knew they were all from his parents. They were either begging him to come back or scolding him for leaving, but he wasn't going to read the mm in order to find out.
Delete.
Hansol had became more and more sad lately. B-Joo seemed to be oblivious to it, along with the other members, but the fans noticed. He wasn't acting the same as he usually would. During concerts, at interviews, he was much more quiet and reserved.
"Hansol?" He looked back at B-Joo. He was wrapped in blankets, his abs exposed into the moonlight that was shining from their window. B-Joo's faded purple hair fell over his brown eyes and small face.
"Yes?" Hansol said, now admiring the same tattoo on B-Joo's arm.
"Why are you awake?" B-Joo questioned, now sitting up.
"I'm not that tired, Joo. Just go back to sleep, I'll be in in a few minutes." B-Joo nodded and rolled over, resting his face back on the pillow.
Hansol proceeded to walk to the kitchen to grab a midnight snack. He decided on a chocolate bar and a fruit smoothie. As he sat, eating and scrolling through his Instagram, he looked over and saw B-Joo walking out of their room.
He was only in his boxers, nothing else. Hansol stood up and smiled, and they began kissing. B-Joo forcefully pushed Hansol against the wall, and grabbed his wrists. Hansol winced in pain, and B-Joo wore a look of confusion.
"Hansol." B-Joo said.
"What?"
"Let me see your wrists." Hansol shook his head no, and before he could protest, B-Joo slid his shirt of, exposing rows of cuts on the wrist without the tattoo.
Hansol looked down in shame and began to shed tears, along with B-Joo who was bawling.
"Why, Hansol?" B-Joo said, running his fingers along the row of cuts. He examined how beautiful Hansol's other wrist was, with the tattoo, and how scarred this one was.
He should've known by now. The blades from the razors had been dissapearing around the house, but B-Joo thought nothing of it. He never would have expected Hansol would be doing this to himself.
Hansol still didn't respond, he just looked away, not daring to make eye contact with B-Joo. B-Joo pulled away and sat at the table, putting his face in his hands and sobbing quietly. Even though it was weird, he kind of blamed it on himself for not noticing earlier.
"How long have you been doing this?" B-Joo asked, trying to stay calm.
"I-I don't know..." Hansol said, his voice drifting off slowly.
"Let me help you, Hansol." B-Joo said, wrapping his arms around his neck and kissing his cheek softly. He tasted tears on his lips and frowned.
"I don't need help." Hansol said, brushing him off and walking away.
"What do you mean? I want to help you, Hannie. You can't do that to yourself." He said, placing a hand on Hansol's shoulder.
"Joo, please, I don't-"
"Why would you do that?" B-Joo said.
"My parents, coming out, it was just... too much." Hansol said, running his thumb along the cuts.
"You need to go, Hansol. You need to get help somewhere. I care about you." Without another word, Hansol abruptly stood up from the table and started walking to their room.
"Where are you going?" B-Joo questioned, hurriedly following the older one.
"If you want me to go somewhere so badly, I will." He mumbled, taking his clothes out of his drawers and shoving them in his backpack.
"That's not what I meant." B-Joo said.
"Well, too late." He said as he slid all the makeup from his dresser into his bag.
"Well, then where are you going?" B-Joo asked, slumping against the bed.
"Anywhere but here."
"Who are you going to stay with?"
"Anyone but you." Hansol snapped back. B-Joo laid on the bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering if this was actually happening.
"Can we, just, talk?" He pleaded, sitting up.
"There's nothing to talk about. I'm leaving." He ran out of the dorm and into the halls, picking up his pace when he realized B-Joo was following him.
"Hansol!" B-Joo said from the other side of the glass door.
"What?" He said in an agitated tone.
"If you don't come back in here and stay with me in ten seconds," B-Joo stated, a serious look in his eyes. "We're... over."
Hansol stopped in his tracks.
"Ten." B-Joo said calmly.
"Nine." Hansol walked back to the door.
"Eight, Seven, Six..." B-Joo's heart dropped. Is he not coming back? Is our relationship... over?
"Five." Hansol stopped at the door, dropping his bags.
"Four, Three..."
"Two." Hansol put his hand on the knob, crying.
"One." Hansol let go of the knob and slumped against the door. B-Joo felt a pit of sadness, expecting the door to creak open. For him to embrace Hansol in his arms. But the door didn't open. Hansol didn't come rushing in.
//so yup. Sorry about the kind of suckish chapter but I think I did ok. Also apology for lack of updates, I was at a friend's house. He's sort of going through stuff right now so I wanted to give him my undivided attention.
Anyway, idk how many chapters I'm posting today, but it should be a fair amount. Love you
