𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐝: 𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐨

12

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Junhui sat on his bed, his body shaking with anger. He pulled at his brown hair, tears brimming his eyes at the action

The boy was furious, so filled with hatred he no longer felt like himself. He punched the wall, no marks being left behind other than those on his hands who were clearly losing this mental battle

"Shit-"

Cursing under his breath, Junhui flopped down on his bed. Blood stained the gray sheets as the crimson river flowed from his knuckles

However the male felt no pain. The wounds that were visible were not the ones that were effecting him. The anger running through him numbed his senses from any interactions he made with the physical world

Marking his skin with different clouds of purpled and blues did nothing to help him. He had wanted so badly to feel something, taste the sweet nectar of happiness

Yet the only taste that was on his tongue was the bitter, oh so familiar feeling of self hatred. For no matter what he did, the male could not get away from the one word burning into his subconscious

Why?

Why did this have to happen? Why did he have to fall in love with someone he wasn't allowed to? Junhui wanted so badly to go up to the boy, hug him, pepper his everything with kisses, whispering comforting words with only his touch

Why was that so wrong? Why in the world did it have to be Xu Minghao who took his heart and held it so unknowingly in his hands? The older felt tangled in a web of which he couldn't get out of

Like a good planet trying to leave its orbit, trying to fight against gravity. Alas it's pull is too strong, the force that is love kept dragging him back to the path of which he knew he couldn't walk

Putting on headphones, the boy hummed along, trying to focus on the words. He pleaded with his brain, but shit, those voices were so loud, suffocating him, bombarding his every breath with riddles of which he didn't understand

Junhui was so confused, he had tried everything. He had even avoided the one of which he wanted nothing more than to be around

Xu Minghao

The named bounced around his skull, and fuck, it sounded prettier every time it was muttered. The boy whom was so stunning, raven hair contrasting to his milky white skin. His slender frame, strong, yet delicate

Brown orbs that held more beauty than all the galaxies combined. Fine features framing his face, appearing more exact than a sculpture carved out of the finest minerals

His lips where thin, blooming outwards like rose petals, a red tint beautifully lining the skin of the flesh beneath. Soft, looking like a puzzle piece of which the elder had been searching for all his life