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Jongyu - Lonely

In which both Jinki and Jonghyun are lonely by the beach which leads them to each other.
Based on Jinki's station mv for Lullaby and Jonghyun's mv for Lonely.

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He realises that the silence has become his only friend. The only one left he can trust to stay with him from the moment he wakes up in a bed that used to be occupied by slow, heavy breathing next to him, to the moment he goes back to sleep, sometimes on the sofa when the silence seems to laugh at him upstairs. Most of their quality time is spent looking out at the blue abyss from his big window. He often finds himself toying with the thought of letting it swallow him. The thought, to him, is beautiful. It is hypnotising to watch the waves hit the sand and retract back into the ocean. Sometimes he sits there reading. This is usually the reason he finds longing waltz arrogantly through the front door, accompanying the silence.

He looks up from his book about a lost boy and plays with the strings on his morning robe, that has recently become his favourite outfit. He looks out of the window and sees a figure facing the ocean. He becomes aware of the while it has been since he has last seen someone in the sand, or anywhere near his house for that matter. He's aware that people are a rare sight here at this time of year. There is nothing he wants more at this moment than to go out there and speak to him but his worst enemies, fear and doubt, have settled in front of the door, blocking the way. Instead, he watches as the man stops and stares out at the ocean like he too has spent so many hours doing. The man walks back the way he came and disappears out of view. He steps away from the window, finding his person faintly reflected in the glass.

"Lee Jinki," he sighs and turns away.

Every day he sits on his windowsill, watching the man look out at the ocean and walk back. He counts the days by the black marks on the man's arm. By the time of the 27th mark, the man, in his white and blue button down and light blue jeans, enters the blue abyss, that seems to have gone untouched for a while. It must have been hungry because the man keeps walking, still fully clothed, further into the cold ocean. He feeds it.

The book about the lost boy is left behind on the windowsill and the door is left open as Jinki pushes aside the two guards, who have shrunk to almost nothing. He runs into the ocean after the man whose last strand of hair has entered the mouth of the blue abyss and will soon be chewed and swallowed. Jinki is running as fast as his body can manage. He reaches out for the man underwater, spotting his dark hair just below the surface. Jinki carries him up on the beach.

"Can you hear me?" Jinki grabs his wrist in panic, feeling a still beating pulse. He does everything he remembers of basic first aid. There is no breathing so Jinki wastes no time before pressing his hands down on the young man's chest. He has only counted to seven when his body jerks and water escapes his lungs through the mouth. Once again Jinki is quick and puts his arms under the man, carrying him inside his house and laying him down on his sofa. He takes a few steps back from him. He becomes aware of the weeks (months) it has been since he has last had someone inside his house.

Jinki feels how the bravery seeps out of every crack of the house, kindly shown out by the doormen who have grown giant again as he finds himself afraid of losing a person he has no relation to. This feeling only grows stronger as the man opens his eyes to look up at Jinki.

"Are you cold?" Jinki certainly is and he is sure that the blue lips on the boy are a sign of the same.

"Yes." His voice is shaky but it has been a long time since Jinki last has had someone speak to him. It nearly makes him jump. "V-very cold." He stumbles over his own words and shivers, goose bumps visible on his bare arms. Jinki helps him upstairs to his bathroom where he sits him down on the closed toilet lid and wraps a towel around him.