Chapter Six: Glowing As One

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Junhui stumbled to Wonwoo's place with the sweltering early May heat drying his tears a bit. His eyes were still red and puffy when he walked up and knocked on his friend's door. Wonwoo opened the door to his apartment with slightly disheveled hair, the top few buttons of his grey top undone and flushed cheeks. He smiled as soon as he saw Junhui, but that smile couldn't be returned. A look of concern spread across Wonwoo's face as he noticed that Junhui couldn't even look at him and he looked beyond stressed. "Junnie?" He questioned. The older male just pushed past Wonwoo and into his apartment. He had been over quite a few times in the many months that they have known each other so he knew where everything was at. He went straight for Wonwoo's alcohol supply only to find it already out and a glass half empty. That explained Wonwoo's appearance. He then got out another glass and poured himself some.

Wonwoo came up behind him and asked him what was wrong. Junhui only turned towards him and downed the rest of his drink before pouring another glass. Wonwoo just watched, curiosity and concern etched into his face.

"I'm sorry." Were the first words Junhui had said since he got there. "It's my fault you got fired. I got into a fight with Anne."

Wonwoo grabbed both his drink and the bottle of alcohol and lead Junhui to his couch. The two sat next to each other and Wonwoo took another sip before saying, "It's okay."

After a few drinks of silence and alcohol Junhui had begun to stew in his own tipsy rage "I hate her so much." Wonwoo just looked at his older friend. "She so condescending. She thinks she better than everyone else and she's always bringing others down. I hate her so much!" Of course he hated her, how could he not, but what he wasn't saying was how much he hated himself. He was afraid if he spoke it aloud then Wonwoo would confirm his intrusive thoughts. So, he took it all out on Anne. Wonwoo just sat and listened to Junhui rant about how "terrible" she was, but he honestly wasn't that mad about losing his job. Junhui went on and on about everything he hated about her. From the way she spoke to everyone to how she did her hair to how much she bragged about only having two tally marks. The more he ranted, the more alcohol he drank, until he became wobbly druken. Eventually he was leaning on Wonwoo with a heavy heart as he talked about how Anne had 2 marks and he had hundreds. He began ranting about how "Stupid" the whole soulmate ordeal was.

At one point Wonwoo interrupted him and made him change into a pair of his pajamas so he would stop shifting uncomfortable in his warm work suit. Then the two returned to the couch and not one moment had gone by where Junhui wasn't either ranting or drinking.

He had his head across Wonwoo's lap as Wonwoo ran his fingers through Junhui's clean, un-gelled hair. The two of them didn't really care about how they looked around each other, so they never dressed to impress. So there they were, Junhui in a pair of loose pajama pants and a large sweater, and Wonwoo in a grey button down and some black trousers that he was too lazy to change out of. Wonwoo continued to massage Junhui's head as he had now begun to rant about his previous relationships.

"I mean, I dated this girl for a almost a year. A whole year. And the minute she finds out we weren't meant to be, she drops me. And then she had the decency to still flirt with me! We never even kissed! She said she wanted to make sure, before anything happened. We never even kissed." A frown appeared on a drunken Junhui's face. But it was gone within a second.

"Oh! And there was this guy! Right after the American Revolution. He cared for me and protected me, he fixed me when I was broken. 6 months of cuddles and secret dates. Hand holding when no one was around. He never kissed me either! Same fucking reason. Everyone's too worried about stupid soulmates. I've been alive for almost 300-"

"200." Wonwoo interrupted.

"What?" Junhui looked up at Wonwoo's pretty face.

"You've been alive for almost 200 years. Not 300." He corrected, staring down at Junhui.

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