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smile for me (junhao)

LINK:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11557371

Summary:

"You're so far away, Jun." Minghao looked away. "I don't know how to reach you anymore."

or, where jun realises that he doesn't know how to make minghao smile anymore

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"Minghao?" Jun kicked the door shut behind him, absentmindedly throwing his keys on the small table by it. The fell down to the wood with a muffled clatter. "I'm home."

Silence echoed back. The older boy frowned, peering around the dimly lit apartment. It wasn't like Minghao to not be home so late. "Minghao? You home?" He tried again.

"Out here," Jun turned to see the younger boy in the balcony, wind furiously whipping his already short hair around. The moonlight shed quiet light on him, illuminating his cheek and collar bones.

"Hey," Jun frowned, stepping into the balcony. Minghao turned, gave the other boy a quick glance, before facing back out to the skyline again. "You okay?"

Minghao closed his eyes and hummed in agreement, though Jun wasn't buying it. "Yeah, just..." He trailed off, opening his eyes. Once again, he took in Jun's figure, like he couldn't fully comprehend that he was there, standing in front of him. "Tired. I'm just tired."

Jun nodded in understanding, turning so that he, too, was now facing the skyline with his forearms on the cool metal railing of the balcony. "I see." He mumbled, taking in a breath of fresh air. "What'd you do today?"

"Nothing much." Minghao stepped away from the railing and crossed his arms, letting out a quiet sigh. "Why?"

"I was just wondering, that's all." Jun did the same, but left his hands in his pockets. "Wanted to know why you were tired."

Minghao looked away, eyes dull. "I just am." His voice was low, and dangerous. Jun's scowl deepened. "I didn't think I'd have to explain that."

"Hey," Jun raised an eyebrow, confused. "No need to get so defensive. Just wanted to make sure you're alright." He turned back to the skyline. "I do care about you, you know."

The younger boy scoffed, and Jun watched as his arms clenched. "Is that so," He replied, drily.

"Okay, look." Jun finally huffed. He turned completely, so he was looking Minghao in the eye. Or as well as he could, anyway. Minghao wouldn't meet his eye. "I've tried to be gentle and nice about this, but you're not helping. Did I do something?"

Minghao looked down at his feet. "Not exactly." He muttered. In a flash, he glanced up at Jun, but before the other boy could react, his eyes were on the floor again. "Do you— um, do you wanna go inside?"

Jun considered it for a while, then shook his head. "I'm okay here. Unless you wanna go inside?"

"No, I'm okay." Minghao took a deep breath. "Uh, we need to talk."

That caught Jun's attention. He crossed his arms. "Sure, uh, go ahead."

"We've been dating for a while, right?" Jun nodded. "Like, since I first came to Korea? The point is, we've been together long. And it's been good and stuff, but I think—" His voice caught, and he bit his lip. "I think it's run its course."