A Pink Star

San

Previously

Doyoung jumped back, almost falling. He looked up at Jaehyun. The older could see in the youngers eyes that something was not normal. He swallowed hard and looked Jaehyun dead in the eye.

"W-was it..you? The news...yesterday evening...it was you..wasn't it"

Jaehyun sighed and rubbed his neck. Then lets out a chuckle.

"If it was...you still have to protected by all means..no?" He steps closer to Doyoung and smirks.

"I mean hey..if you've gotten me clear off the last few cases..this one shouldn't be too hard right? I left no traces of my blood or fingerprints. The weapon isn't at the scene. So there isn't any evidence. " He gets closer to Doyoung and hugs his waist gently. "So you'll fight for me...right?"

A lump formed in the olders throat. He croaked out the word "Yes" as he hugged Jaehyun back

Yes..I'll fight for you. No matter what.

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[January 06 11:20am]

Sicheng felt a gentle breeze on his neck in his sleep. His eyes fluttered open as he shifted around. His eyes finally fully open and he sees a hand laid across his side.

Who the hell?

He pulls the hand gently closer to him and turns it around. Each nail was its own natural color. He could tell that the nails went under daily cleaning. The skin under the nails where a perfect bright pink and the shape was a perfect oval.

God Taeil...why don't you ever sleep on your own bed?...

Sicheng carelessly rolled Taeil off of him and slip out the bed, knowing the older was a very heavy sleeper. He looked up at the clock on the far wall of their room. He sighed, still wanting to sleep in. He only had two options; lay back with Taeil, or lay on the top bunk. He shivered at the thought of being that high up..even if it was only 7 feet from the faux fur rug. That idea was instantly out. He looked back down at his bed and noticed that Taeil had already made the bed his own the moment Sicheng moved. The younger groaned. He technically did have another option.

He grabbed his pillow and a extra blanket from the closet (Since Taeil was pretty much sushi rolled up in the comforter) and left the room, quietly closing the door behind him. He stands in the hallway and looks at Yuta's bedroom door, then at the couch.

Ugh..the hell am I thinking?

He makes his way to the couch and throws his pillow down. He stares at the couch for a minute. Looks at Yuta's door. Then picks his pillow back up and nervously speed walks to Yuta's door. He notices that the door is the slightest bit cracked and gently slides it open. He hears Yuta's heavy breathing. Most likely his asthma acting up again. Sicheng slides the door closed and tip-toes to the still, very much asleep boys bed. He slides in under the covers, holding his breath. After about 20 seconds, the blood started rushing to his head, so he steadily exhaled. He calmed his breathing and snuggled in a bit closer to Yuta. This honestly wouldn't have been so awkward for Sicheng if the way he felt about Yuta was the same 5 months ago. Back then, laying together was just a normal 'friend' thing. The good thing was..Yuta still believed it to be a 'normal friend' thing, so it really wasn't anything to stress about. Sicheng sighs and looks at the olders hand. His nails were different sizes, the black polish was chipping away and nearly gone. Sicheng sighed.