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Jongin flopped his head down onto the pillow. He hair fell onto his forehead a little and his shirt twisted. He didn't care. He was too upset to think about anything. He let his tears fall onto the pillow, a wet patch growing on the soft white fabric.
He wasn't sure what to do. His mind was spinning too fast to even think.
Sehun rested his head on the back of the couch. He slouched on it, tightly gripping one of the cushions. He let tears fall onto it. He let out small grunts of displeasure. He clench his fists and hit them down on the couch. His breath was load, being sucked through his teeth. He stood up and stormed over to the door. He flung it open to see Baekhyun stood, hang raised to ring the bell.
He stared at him for a second before running out into the hallway and flying down the stairs. He stepped out into the street, rain drops falling down onto his hair. He hadn't brought a jacket or even an umbrella. He was going to get soaked.
He didn't care. He walked down the street, for what felt like hours, breathing in the cool evening air. He sat down on a bench in the park. Which park? He didn't know. He hadn't walked this far through the city before. He sat watching the water fountain trickled water down into the pool below. He leant over the side of it, letting the water fall onto his hand and splash off.
Baekhyun, with a worried look across his face, he walked into Jongin's room to find his curled up on his bed.
“Jongin,” Baekhyun sat next to him. He looked at the boy curled up with his back to him. He placed a hand on his shoulder and gently turned him over. His hands were covering his face and he felt an impossible heat radiating off his body.
“Jongin,” Baekhyun whispered “What happened?”
The boy below him quivered and sat up. He stared at Baekhyun. He felt a burning in his heart, which soon turned to a cold rock of nothingness, lodged in his throat. He coughed slightly before saying “It's Sehun,” Jongin collapsed into Baekhyun. He was pulled into a warm hug, his face buried in his chest.
“What's wrong, Jongin? What did he do?”
“It was me. I did it.”
Baekhyun pulled back and looked at Jongin.
“What did you do?” Baekhyun started shaking, thinking up endless frightening scenarios.
“I wanted,” Jongin sobbed “I wanted to...”
“You didn't.”
“I did,” Jongin fell onto Baekhyun's chest.
