𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀 ↬ 𝐣𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐠

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jaehyun takes me back to his, arm wrapped around my shuddering shoulders the entire way. he treats me like i'm made of porcelain, about to fall and shatter at any second. usually i would mind, but his arm is so strong and comforting, i don't want him to let go.

when we arrive at his house, he sets me on his sofa and goes into the kitchen to make some tea for us both. his apartment is small and cluttered, but somehow comforting. it has the appearance of something which has been lived in, unlike my apartment which has the appearance of something that has been trashed as much as possible and then abandoned, which, if i think about it, is kind of what happened.

jaehyun is quick, and returns with two steaming mugs, and i wrap my hands around it like i need to be warmed, despite the nice weather outside. the words which were echoing round my head relentlessly earlier have left, and for the first time since kyungseok left, i feel calm. there are no shouting voices, or cruel voices or menacing voices, just calm, like the gentle breeze in the hills on a sunny day, when you can hear new born lambs mewing, or like the hum of music which comes out of the theatre.

it must be him.

"you okay?" he asks.

"yes." i say, and i turn and smile.

i smile. it feels nice and i don't want to stop, this feeling, i had almost forgotten it and i have no idea how, because nothing, nothing could possibly feel better than this.

and then he smiles back, and i have to reassess, because, oh god, it can get better. much better.

he is such an angel, how he even exists is a mystery to me, and the fact that i am sitting on his sofa, is almost unbelievable. i must be staring in awe, because his expression changes, and i try to work out what it is but i feel so tired, and my brain is going fuzzy..

"are you tired taeyong?" he asks worriedly, and smooths back my hair from my face. skin tingling, i nod sleepily. he takes my cup from me and sets it on the table and then gently moves me so that i am resting on his lap. if it was anyone else, i would leave, but it's so warm and comfortable, and i'm so sleepy..

his slender fingers brush through my dyed white hair, soothing, and i'm falling, falling, but in a good way. the best way.

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jeffrey