"In spring, new love comes to overshadow the ended love. New life rises so the lives lost are numbed over. Take me to the spring where I can live or die, my love.
Everyone jumps at some point, don't they? Always wanting and always needing, never...
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Bobby took a giant bite of a slice of cheese in the early morning of Saturday. It was about 3 A.M. and Junhoe hadn't left his room since he walked into it. It was rather messy, but an organized mess if that was applicable. Shoes lined the walls in little cubbies and the empty ones held items that needed to be placed somewhere. There was clothes (they were clothes that were all over the floor) pile near the clothes that held a variety of the same types of clothes. And there was a big desktop that sat in the corner in front of the bed.
Junhoe's particular favorite was the big window beside his bed. It held a view of walkway towards the river and the city line. He had changed into one of Bobby's sweatshirts and shorts in hopes of getting comfy, which they were rather too good at because the moment he put them on he felt even more at home than he had before.
He even met his mother and father. They were kind and really liked Junhoe, said he was beautiful and that they were happy to house him. Junhoe couldn't understand their kindness and was quite perplexed, so he fell to his hands and knees in utter worship and confusion. Bobby dragged him out of there as quick as possible.
"Hey," Bobby poked his foot into Junhoe's leg bring the boy from staring out the window. Holding up the giant slice in his hand, he pushed it forward with a suggestion, "Take a bite, you only ate a slice."
"Oh," Junhoe crawled over the small space between and let his slender fingers wrap around Bobby's hand and wrist, taking a bite of the pizza. Sighing softly, he gave a smile to Bobby.
"You eat pizza like it's your last meal," Bobby joked, "You always eat like it's your last."
"Well—" It might, in fact, be the last. Junhoe lowered his gaze and Bobby reached out tapping him, so Junhoe took another bite, "My parents don't stock the fridge much... I don't get pizza really, she says I'm already fat as is."
"Fat?" Bobby scoffed. If anything, Junhoe was painfully skinny. Bobby could do the math and figure out from Junhoe's height, his weight was nowhere how it should be for him to be clinically healthy.
"Don't you see it?" Junhoe asked softly as he pinched as it cheeks, "My cheeks are chubby, my thighs spill wide and—"
"It's cute," Bobby hummed as he leaned forward causing Junhoe's heart to jump into his throat, "The more for me to kiss." And he did it, leaning forward giving an adoring kiss to Junhoe's thighs. It all around made Junhoe choke up with emotion, his face flushed pink with—well, he wasn't so sure what he felt, but it made him happy.
"I've never had anyone kiss me— I mean... so kindly," Junhoe whispered as he bit his lip, "My mother doesn't even kiss me like that."
"What about your dad, you don't talk about him much," Bobby whispered and Junhoe froze, tensing up at the mention of him.
Junhoe's father was... possibly the least loving of Junhoe's vindictive, manipulative, and hateful—oh-god were they hateful—family. And it was strange because he was the one who wanted Junhoe.
