Your Love is Unkind

broken

I awoke with a knock on the door. Low key, I expected it to be Subin. Maybe he thought of me all night like I had dreamt about him.

I rushed to my feet and made a dash to the door. I purposely opened it without a shirt because I was particularly proud of my abs.

Before me stood a cheerful Byungchan, with a suitcase in each hand. Byungchan never traveled lightly, it was like if he carried his whole life in two neatly packed bundles. Anything important you could think of, he probably had in his luggage.

Instead of a regular hello, he wrapped is long arm around my body. If there was anyone I could freely hug it was him. After a long embrace he takes a good look at me from head to toe. "You've grown a little, maybe someday you'll get to be my height," He teases.

We were about a year and a half apart in age difference and only about 2 inches apart in height. But Byungchan loved to take any opportunity to remind me that he was taller.

The lengthy boy sets his suitcases to the side and spreads his whole body over my bed. I hadn't yet had a chance yet to fix my bedroom so he take the opportunity to get under my covers. For someone who rarely slept, Byungchan really loved to lay in my bed. And loved to see Byungchan happy.

After a while of watching Byungchan attempt to wrestle with sleep, he turned and looked at me with the saddest eyes. "I missed you," He lets out a cry.

I found a spot and laid myself next to him. He then found comfort on my chest and doses off like I knew he would. Even though he tried so hard to be strong, I knew he was hurting inside. Byungchan was just as broken as I was.