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iii. Only Jiwon & small puppies | Junbob

Junhoe had always been the type of person to not care about others, to not involve into others' business. No, not that he was selfish; no, he had just been always finding human feelings so so complicating. He had been always wondering how love could work the best way possible, how friends could work out on any problem, how a family could be preserved so one could at least have someone that truly loves them in this world. He had been always wondering how feelings work.

But just wondering would not lead him to anywhere- to any conclusion -and Junhoe knew that. He knew it very well but the fear of creating something and then so simply destroying it was probably getting ahead of the undying urge inside of him to actually try; try this. Try to befriend someone, try to get to know them down to their very core, try to be there for them when they are in need of someone, try to support them to any choices or decisions they would make, try to take care of them in the way his mum would always take care of him, try to love them.

Frankly, he sometimes wished he'd had someone that would remind him of his home, that would make him feel like he was safe, protected and loved but never had he ever managed to admit that to anyone, not even to his own self. He would never accept the fact that he was practically scared to actually admit his loneliness to anyone. He'd always blame his trust issues or put the blame on his introversion, but deep down he was acknowledging how he was pushing everyone away just because he was scared.

And he was way too comfortable inside his comfort zone to even try. He was pretty good at not giving a damn about anything that was happening around him, enjoying his loneliness, enjoying the cold breeze that was hitting him right in his face mercilessly. No matter how his whole body had goosebumps by now, he didn't really bother to get up and close the window.

But by the frown that was now formed in his face, it could be easily understood that the noise coming from the crowded hallways of the old building (in which he hated to be) were causing him such a displeasing feeling. He let out a long sigh and rolled his eyes thinking where do people find so much energy?

But he once again didn't bother to get involved and so he just got up to close the window as the breeze had already made his hair a total mess, when suddenly a student got in the classroom panting heavily. Sweaty hair, swollen lips, blood stained cheeks and nose, pretty torn shirt. And Junhoe wouldn't mind him- he wouldn't mind his presence at all, he wouldn't give a fuck about him and his apparently bad condition but there was something about the older boy. There was something about the aggressive tone in his voice when he turned and told Junhoe to not look at him, that unorthodoxly made him look oh so fragile in the taller boy's eyes.

Something woke up in him, a fuzzy feeling was created in his heart, which took over his entire body. No, he never believed in love at first sight nor would he ever, but there was something about the older boy that made him think otherwise even for a second. There was totally something. There was something in the soft smile Jiwon gave him despite the pain he was feeling as the cotton with the alcohol met his wounds. And only the fact that he actually cleaned the older's wounds, got Junhoe so so elated because yeah, Koo Junhoe had just taken care of a human being. Normally, he would simply freak out at that realisation since he had always been taking care of small puppies, but he just didn't. He couldn't explain his calm reaction to all this, but in all honesty and weirdly enough, he didn't really bother to overthink this time.

And now there he was, sitting in a chair by his own bed, watching Jiwon falling asleep, feeling something so domestic blooming inside him. A feeling he had to feel for God knows how many years now. He didn't know how to exactly describe it but he knew it had to do a lot with the feeling of finally coming back home after a long time abroad.

If this feeling was an image it'd surely be his parents' home, that small but cozy apartment in the outskirts of the city, which would never cease to make him feel at peace. If it was touchable, it would be as soft as Jiwon's freshly dyed hair, with which Junhoe found his fingers tangled subconsciously. If he could smell it, it would apparently have the smell of freshly baked cookies, for which Jiwon was craving even in his sleep, making the younger smile fondly. If he could taste it, it would absolutely have the taste of a home cooked meal, like the ones his mum would cook for him and he'd feel like yes, there is someone caring for him. And if this feeling was a melody, it had to be the most beautiful one, just like the small snores that were escaping from Jiwon's mouth.

What caused him to feel this way? He didn't know. Maybe it was the way Jiwon was crawled into a ball, having the cute baby blue blanket wrapped around his body. Maybe it was the way that a few strands of his slightly wavy light brown hair were falling in front of his face, covering his eyes. Maybe it was the way his now less swollen lips were slightly parting, leaving a small gap between them so that light snores could find their way out of his mouth. Maybe it was the way his chest was going up and down oh so calmly, reassuring Junhoe that he was having a peaceful sleep.

Maybe it was a combination of all those and maybe not. But Junhoe knew that this had already gone too far, and avoiding that feeling inside his bones would only cause pain and nothing more. So he just promised to himself that he'll take the risk and let the older boy break his rules; make Junhoe care about him.

Care just about Jiwon. And puppies too.

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oof, this is a story i had written in my friend's notebook during school hours but i really added a lot of stuff since it actually was short lol. also, it's not a sad one! lol, yeah sometimes i get soft (practically all day). anyways, thanks for reading! take care y'all!

xoxo,
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