コールド-ブラッド; ᴄᴏʟᴅ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ

the new & the old

it was the day after the funeral. 

hyunjin came home to an empty house. 

he hated that house. 

every hallway had a picture of jeongin. they all stared at him with happy eyes. they didn't feel happy anymore. 

his phone rang at 6 pm, exactly. 

"hello?" it was hard for hyunjin to sound like he hadn't been crying. 

"its changbin. i.. heard the news" 

"you don't have to be sorry. it wasn't anyones fault.. except for the sick bastard who-" hyunjin couldn't finish his sentence. an uncontrollable sob came rolling out of his mouth along with more tears. 

"would you mind if i came over?"

"god no i look a mess." hyunjin managed to laugh as he wiped snot from his face. 

"oh, too bad." he heard knocking on the door. 

along with the tone of the other caller hanging up. 

"bastard" he muttered.  though, he smiled.  he'd not seen his old friend in such a long time. 

the cedar door creaked open,  and hyunjin wanted to smile. 

"may i come in?"

"no" 

changbin laughed and lunged into his torso, tackling him and running over to sit in the couch.

hyunjin was stunned against the wall where he was just thrown. 

"you're insane!" he proclaimed, laughing and standing up.