nepenthe | yuwin

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prob·lem.
[ˈpräbləm]
noun

matter or situation regarded as unwelcome or harmful and needing to be dealt with and overcome.

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a/n
everything in kpop industry is becoming sad, and this chapter is sad. reach out for people if you have problems in mind, or if something/one is bothering you. be positive!
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yuta, needless to say, wants to take care of sicheng 24/7 but he didn't like comforting the chinese boy without knowing why he's comforting him for.

sicheng was coiled up in yuta's bed, crying. and yuta was in front of him, kneeling down, holding sicheng's hand.

sicheng didn't want to panic either, but he felt controlled by his feelings. he didn't know what to feel: surprise? anger? longing? the tears brimming in his face was more than those.

sicheng felt complicated, but yuta was there, and that lessens what's negative inside him.

he was at his weakest point, and he didn't mind yuta seeing it, and yuta wanted to protect him more than everything.

sicheng sniffled, wiping his tears with his denim jacket, gasping for air.

he looked at yuta with his swollen eyes and messy hair, the latter smiled, making sicheng feel light.

he hugged him, and felt everything was detached at the moment. he just felt yuta and him, their warmth, and how yuta's build fits his fragile figure, how they were like a puzzle that fits. how he felt a tinge of happiness and safety.

he let go and smiled at yuta, "thank you" he mumbled in a gruff voice.

yuta didn't respond but just looked at his face and how it screams perfection nobody could relate ever.

he gently held sicheng's face, his thumb brushing below sicheng's eyes.

"i love you" yuta muttered making sicheng stop gasping for air, normality in his vitals coming back.

"love you too" he mumbled. a smile lifted in yuta's face. sitting beside sicheng, he caressed his back.

"tell me what happened if you want to, keep it to yourself for a while, if that's what makes you comfy" yuta tried hard not to sound reprimanding and tried to sound calm, he wanted to know what makes his sicheng cry. and he wanted it to not happen again.

"he's in korea" sicheng jested softly.

yuta was about to ask who, and then he remembered something which made him grit his teeth.

"it'll be okay"

no it won't. sicheng thought. he knew nothing's gonna be okay, not when he's here. no.

"it'll be okay, i'm with you, i'll be with you" yuta added.

and that made sicheng lightly happy. yes, yuta was with him. and that was the bestest thing which made him calm.

a sound echoed the room, interrupting both of them. it was sicheng's phone, an unregistered dialer calling him.

sicheng stared blankly at his screen.

yuta was about to snatch it and swipe it decline, but sicheng stood up giving him a smile, "i'll be okay, he can't hurt me if ever" he hiccupped.

he left the room, slowly closing the door as he answered the call.

"sicheng ..." the line said.

he wanted to cry. it was 3 years ago since he heard that soft voice, that calming sound.

"sicheng, i'm sorry" it continued.

he didn't say a thing but he kept his phone in his ear.

"i know you're listening and i'm truly sorry. i passed by your house, you weren't there. how are you? i haven't met you, was it three years? four?" he chuckled, knowing he won't receive forgiveness the easy way.

"sicheng, i'm sorry. i know those words aren't enough to what i've inflicted you but sorry. if that makes it a little, even just a little okay"

sicheng bit his lip, he didn't know what to say but he admits that he misses him.

"i'm gonna do everything for us to be okay again, hmm?"

"and oh i've-"

"bye" sicheng mumbled as he pressed end call.

as the call ended, tears start to brim in the face of both chinese, one from guilt and one from longing.

to be continued ...