Platonic Love ~ JunHao

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A/n: the chapter is sad, sorry
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After some days, MingHao started to become distant and JunHui started to feel bad about it. He even refused to eat sometimes.

"Eat at least the soup." MingHao ordered coldly, but JunHui denied, lowering his head.

"You became so cold... is everything ok?" JunHui asked all of a sudden, his eyes were a little puffy and wet.

MingHao dropped his chopsticks, looking at the boy in front of him. A sudden feeling of worry rose from his chest and attacked both his heart and mind.

"We have to talk." He said more softly, getting up from his seat and walking to the other end of the table to crouch next to the older, who was very, very sad.

"Please, don't cry." MingHao set his gaze into his hyung's one and gently caressed his head. "Do you want to eat at least your soup?"

But JunHui shook his head, looking away.

"Let's go." The younger got up and took his hyung by the hand, interwining their fingers. JunHui suddenly felt better only at the touch of their hands. He smiled through the pain, but MingHao was too focused in hiding into their room. He walked down the corridor without even looking at his sides, he felt a strange weight on his chest and he knew it would've gone away only if they talked.

In reality, MingHao was suffering too. He wanted to get over JunHui because he knew he wouldn't be enough for him. He wouldn't be the affectionate and loving boyfriend the older deserved, so he decided to slowly slide away from him. But when he started parting ways, he couldn't help but think about JunHui. He even painted a pair of pictures, one was a broken flower and the other one was an abstract way of showing the confusion that was over his mind: the painting was full of black, red, purple, blue drops of colour. But there was no yellow, no white, no green, there were just sad, confusing colours in that painting. It represented exactly how MingHao felt. Suffering, he wanted JunHui to hug him again, to be there for him, to confort him like he did on that horrible night. He was a fragile soul that night, something he didn't want to show. But he still couldn't imagine them as lovers. It felt strange, very strange for MingHao. And he started hating himself.

MingHao opened the door and threw himself and his hyung in. Then he closed the door behind them.

"Let's sit." He gestured, trying to leave JunHui's hand, but the older didn't want him to. He tightened his hold on the younger's hand, looking deeply into his eyes. MingHao felt his heart flutter for a little moment, but then he looked away, sitting on his bed and making the older sit in front of him.

"Do we really have to talk?" JunHui asked with a broken voice.

On the other hand, JunHui was becoming kind of depressed. He missed the MingHao he loved just a week ago. His little giggles, his shy smile, the little things he fell for, and he started to think it was his fault if MingHao was becoming colder. Suddenly, he felt a weight on his chest, becoming bigger and bigger as the days passed by, so much that he couldn't even eat properly. Every night he felt a knot in his troath and a destructive feeling of sadness. And if this was not enough, his anxiety was constantly making him ask himself "Am I not enough?". He just wanted to disappear.

"Yes, we do." MingHao was cold, as cold as an iceberg. He set his gaze into the older's one, and said directly these precise words. "I want to give us a try."

A/n: Cliffhanger O.o