even if we're lost

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hongjoong woke up with something warm behind him.

hongjoong peeked at his back and his eyes met with yeosang's closed lids.

hongjoong moved his body as he sighed heavily. he felt overwhelmed and somewhat lost.

he still want to keep those things. the pictures and the ring, he wanted to keep them.

but he need to move on.

hongjoong felt something tight around his arms, so he looked at his arms, only to see how it was wrapped with bandages. his feet were still stinging but it was getting better.

"hyung? do-do you need something?" yeosang said with his deep sleepy voice.

"no," hongjoong managed to say.

"you want to eat?" yeosang asked and hongjoong nodded as a reply.

the bed creaked as yeosang get off from it and walk to the edge of the room with hongjoong's eyes followed him.

a wheelchair? since when did hongjoong-

"i asked my intern to bring it here," it felt like yeosang read hongjoong's mind.

is that even necessary?

"the glasses went too deep, it'll will hurt like hell if you try to walk now," yeosang did another mind reading.

yeosang pushed the wheelchair to hongjoong's side. he opened his arms for hongjoong and the older let his body being lifted by yeosang.

"easy," yeosang cautiously sit hongjoong onto the wheelchair.

he pushed hongjoong to the dining room. yeosang let him watched the younger fried some eggs, toasting some bread, serving it in front of hongjoong, and now sitting in front of him.

during the quick breakfast, hongjoong decided to talk to the younger.

"thanks," he managed to say, finally.

"sure thing," yeosang answered lightly, chewing his bread.

"yeosang, can i ask you something?" hongjoong asked slowly.

"you are asking me something, hyung. what is it?" yeosang asked back.

"my phone is inside the backpack, i am sure i put it on the couch. can you bring it to me?" he pleaded the younger.

yeosang didn't answer, but he walked to the living room and then back to hongjoong with his phone in his hand.

he gave it to hongjoong and sit back on his chair. hongjoong turned on his phone, typing his password-

0403

seonghwa's birthdate.

he wanted to cursed himself and promised to change it soon.

he spent a good minute on his phone uninstalling his kakao talk, his twitter, his instagram-basically every social media he had.

"im going to call san, is it okay for you?" hongjoong asked yeosang again.

yeosang's brows furrowed weirdly. "it's your house, hyung. it's up to you,"

"a little reunion might be great," yeosang added, taking the last piece into his mouth.

so hongjoong did call san, putting in on speaker.

"hey san-"

"HYUNG!"

yeosang growled as he closed his ears.

"ARE YOU OKAY? WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN? HAVE YOU EATEN SOMETHING YET?"

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