❄Cold Love ∥ Yeonbin [✓] [Under editing]

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'God damn it!" Soobin yelled as he threw a book across the room. Just when he thought things were getting better, another thing had to come in. And to think he's been all nice and cute with Huening Kai when that fucker had been snitching behind their backs was enough to make Soobin want to shoot himself in the head.

How much suffering had they caused Yeonjun? Soobin gripped his hair and squatted on the floor. He fucked up big time.

Breath, breath, Soobin told himself and untangled his fingers from his hair. At least the gang issues and Taejoon were taken care of, that's the major things taken off his shoulders. He had everything under control...but he needed to do one thing.

Soobin got up and looked at the clock.

11 pm.

He should still be awake, Soobin muttered. No, the thing he wanted to do wasn't to do find Huening Kai and beat the crap out of him, he's already done that 15 times in his head on the way back.

No, he was running to Yeonjun's house now.

The worry, the need, and the desperation were all swallowing him up, ready to explode. And he hoped that when it does, someone would be there to hold him up.

He banged his fists on the door. Please.

He hasn't felt Yeonjun or kissed him or made him loved for only a few days, but when the boy was the one who stuck with you for more than half your life and saved you countless of times when the boy was the love of your god damn life...it hurts to even be away for a while.

The lights were off. Soobin stepped to the side and looked through the living room window.

He saw the sofa. Where countless hugs, chips, and giggles were left.

He saw that floor. Where the scent of the two boys laid in bliss.

But Soobin...he frowned.

He saw the telephone, where vicious words and painful voices passed through.

He saw the corner, where pain, tears, and sadness wedged itself there, trembling, shaking.

The horn of a car beeped and Soobin turned around. Yeonjun and his mother stepped out.

Of course. Soobin had forgotten that her flight was back today. And Yeonjun looked so tired, no need to question why.

"Oh Hi, Soobin." Yeonjun's mom's snapped his attention back to the mother and son. He saw Yeonjun's head look around until his eyes locked with Soobin's.

His heart. Oh, his heart. That ache. With every step, it thumped as he walked towards his other half, making their eye contact.

"It's alright Soobin, the driver has agreed to help me." Yeonjun's mom smiled, thinking Soobin was going to help her.

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"Yeonjun."

All that Yeonjun thought about wanting to storm to Soobin's house, confronting him and getting the truth out of the boy earlier in the day flew out the window. He didn't want to see Soobin. He wanted to getaway.

No, it's not that. He didn't want Soobin to see and step on the shattered pieces of his heart around him.

With a blink and the fall of his eyes, Yeonjun broke their gaze and turned to follow his mother. But Soobin reached forward and gripped his wrist.

To his own surprise, Yeonjun didn't move away, didn't yell, or flick that away. He let Soobin pull him away to the back of the house where Soobin placed him in front of himself, small and vulnerable.

"I'm sorry."

Yeonjun glanced to the side. Why is Soobin telling him this? What was going on? The headache started.

"Yeonjun I'm really sorry." Soobin tried again, willing Yeonjun to speak, but the boy didn't even look at him.

'I know I was an ass. I know I fucked up. But please..."

Yeonjun's chest tightened with the effort of keeping silent. One by one, his fingers closed around his own wrist. He squeezed his eyes shut. Go away, he prayed, go away and stop pushing or I'll snap and hurt you.

And it's not thatSoobin was insensitive, he knew he should be more gentle, more understanding towards his lover but he just couldn't control himself. He stepped on those broken pieces on the floor but his own voice, drowned out the resounding cracks and shatters.

"Come on, if you'd just talk to me--"

"What?" The word exploded out of Yeonjun. His eyes snapped up to meet Soobin's, shocking the younger with its intensity.

"What do you want me to tell you? You want to hear about how long I fell to the floor and didn't get up after the phone call? Or, Hey! How bout when I nearly let the water in the tub take away,y pain once and for all? You want to know how much I longed for you and how worthless I felt? How I woke up broken and went to bed shattered?"

Yeonjun took a step forward. "And fuck. I told myself so many times to stop making homes out of people because I'd only end up cold and alone when they leave, but I was so fucking sure you would stay."

Yeonjun's tears finally fell. "But you didn't."