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runaway - txt yeonjun

[just something short cause i've been busy]

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"do you want to run away with me?" he asks with the saddest eyes you've ever known, teary-eyed and all. his hands are cold but they grip tightly to the strap of the backpack hanging off one of his shoulder. yeonjun forces a smile and all you could do was watch him break within the seconds.

"yeonjun, it's midnight," you say and you could see his smile falter when you ignore his question. "you can stay the night and we can talk all night if you'd like—"

"no, you don't understand," yeonjun says, dropping the bag to the concrete floor in front of your doorstep, "i need to leave this piece of shit town that won't love me no matter what i do."

"you're not thinking clearly—" he interrupts you.

yeonjun bites his lip, "not thinking clearly or making the greatest decision of my life? even if he begged for me to return i'm never going back to that bastard and i'm never going to live under the same roof as him for as long as i live. i've made my decision."

"are you okay?" you whisper against his chest when you wrap your arms around the crying boy. he's shaking under your hold and it's the only thing that you can feel. there's no feelings, no heart, no emotions holding him together anymore.

yeonjun sobs into your shoulder, "will i ever really be okay at all?"

you don't say anything else but hold him and give him all that he needed right now. there wasn't much you could give to someone like yeonjun who was so broken and torn apart, so when your friend deliberately asks for you to flee with him, what do you say?

"i'm so sorry," you whisper again and rub the boy's back, his tears staining your tee with every drop.

yeonjun pulls away and wipes his remaining tears, "if you're not going then i'm not."

the boy finally calms down a bit after you let him in. he holds onto his mug filled with warm tea, exhausted eyes never able to just simply rest. so you offer him your bed and tell him you're fine with the couch but he doesn't take you up on that.

he assures you the couch is perfect to him and easily falls asleep with a blanket covering him snugly. he's quite still in his sleep, never really tossing or turning, much less twitch.

what you remember distinctively is that before you're falling asleep yourself, his fingers are intertwined with yours, and that's when your hands melt the ice cold of his palms, but you never unfreeze his heart.

so the next morning when you awoke from hour lying position, yeonjun was gone.

then when your mother opens the front door, heels clanking against the tiles of the empty house, swaying from side to side like a drunken madwoman, you sigh to yourself, thinking,

maybe i should have gone with him.