GET FREE [jaeyong]

[6]

[SIX]

"But I can't help him, can't make him better,
and I can't do nothing about his strange weather. 'Cause you are unfixable. I can't break through your world. 'Cause you live in shades of cool. Your heart is unbreakable."

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"IS HE asleep?"

"I'm not sure. He hasn't really been sleeping at all since he arrived."

"So I shouldn't go in there?"

"Mm, I wouldn't recommend it. He's been distant lately."

"Okay, well can you please tell me if he wants my company?"

"I'll try. Give me a sec."

Taeyong wanted to scream and put the palms of his hands over his ears to muffle the loud voices on the other side of the door. He watched, bemused, as Johnny entered room 127, a smile that could've been easily mistaken as a cringe drawn on his face.

The tall man's eyes flocked over to the door, a look of trepidation grazing his strong features. "There's someone here, Tae. I think it's another family member," he spoke uncomfortably. This was the fifth one, and each and every time, Taeyong had denied the request to see him.

Taeyong was honestly humiliated — he felt so insecure and embarrassed the whole day. He didn't think it was his parent's place to go and tell everyone his personal details like it was just an incident of a broken bone or something silly like that. No, the stigma surrounding what he did was enough to make it embarrassing to a stranger, let alone someone you have to see at least a few times a year for the holidays.

The stagnant look sitting guilefully on Taeyong's face was enough of an answer for the older. Johnny sighed heavily, walking to the door, but asking one last time, "Are you sure? These people worry about you Tae, maybe you should reconsider pushing them away."

"No."

"Alright."

Taeyong retreated his attention back to the pink and yellow strings he was weaving together with his petite fingers — his sister brought him a bracelet-making kit, and although it was probably a hobby fit more for a ten year old girl, he literally had nothing else to do. It was even hard to get the instructors of this place to let him have the little packets of colored strings — what if he tried to kill himself with it? Taeyong thought that idea was absolutely ludicrous and damn near impossible, but who is he to judge?

Johnny, for the umpteenth time, walked back inside the room, causally sitting back in his chair with crossed arms. He eyed Taeyong's fingers that worked delicately with the bracelet he was currently making, asking with a slight edge of humor to his tone, "Did you make one for me yet?"

Taeyong almost looked guilty, but said, "No. Baekhyun wouldn't stop bothering me about it, so I had to make his first." The small boy grinned slightly, asking in a light, airy voice, "What colors would you like?"

Johnny sat still and silent for a little while, as if he was actually contemplating the question. "Why don't you choose for me?" he inquired, and Taeyong sulked in response; he hated making decisions for others.

"What's your favorite color?"

Johnny smiled, saying in a sure, proud lilt, "Oh, that's easy. Blue all the way."

"Okay, how about dark blue and purple?" Taeyong asked, gazing carefully at all the colors in the plastic bag on his lap. Johnny gave an awkward thumbs up, leaving a quiet giggle to invade the tranquil room from Taeyong. "You're so weird."