Boyfriend For Sale // CASTLE J X WIN

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ONE WEEK LATER

SEONGJUN'S POV
It's been a week since the incident with Seoyun, despite that, things have been quite well, but when it comes to me bringing up the fragile subject it'd be a common occurrence to start talking about something else. It feels as if there's a wall separating us once again. Just like the time we first met, the hint of distress that inhabited his eyes had come back. I wish there was a way I could help him.

I wish there was a way I could get him to trust me like I trust him.

It's excruciating to think about the fact that he feels as if he needs to distance himself when it comes to trivial matters like this one. I don't want our relationship to be this shallow where it's just physical affection that bonds us as one, this is a problem that we both share, as a couple.

My hands join together around Junhyuk's waist, my head finds its usual place in the crook of his neck, intention clear in my action. I'm trying to comfort him, the message that I desire to get across is that perhaps he doesn't need to be strong, sometimes I would be there, I could be the one to have his back when he can no longer hold up on his own. That maybe the sky has the ability to let down heavy showers of rain, because when bad weather arises, it makes the sunny days that much better.

He finishes brushing his teeth and spits the residue of the toothpaste in the sink, all while my arms encircle him. He lets out a light hum and pets the hair residing at the front side of my skull, near my forehead, brushing some of the pieces that happen to be obscuring the features of my face. While he turns his head to face me, I place a soft kiss on his neck, something sweet and understanding, I can hear his suffering and I will wait right here until this affliction ceases to be in charge.

A wistful smile graces his lips, eyes full of a deep yearning, my features twist into a look of concern and dismality, but I feel that it's important to let Junhyuk know that even if he's going through something, it isn't obligatory to tell me about it.

"Hey, if anything is happening, you don't have to force yourself to tell me. I'll cheer you on from the sidelines," I say, in a tone that clearly manifests itself in a certain manner, that of which was bearing a tinge of melancholy.

"You know," Junhyuk utters. I perk up my head expectedly, awaiting the answer I'd hear.

"I'm getting kinda hungry," he continues. I lower my head in a state of disappointment.

"Yeah, me too," was my reply, revealing the obvious despondency hiding in the depths of my heart.

I bring him to the stairs, him following closely behind me, holding my hand to not lose his way. We get to our final destination in the kitchen.

"I'll make bibimbap," I say delicately, hand returning to his hips. He smiles and rests his head on my chest, grasping onto the fabric that my back was wearing. I carry him off of the ground, making him hover a few centimetres off the floor, he looks a bit shocked, but then returns to the midsts of my chest. I cuddle him as best as I could, a wave of protectiveness takes over my movements, hugging him as if it was do or die.

While placing him back carefully on the wooden floor I feel a vibration come from my phone, the ringtone moving my cellular device in quick girations from the back pocket of my pants. I remove one of my hands off of Junhyuk and I check what my phone has to say. Only one notification, a few words, but these words have the capability of breaking anyone down to their knees.

We're coming to visit you. Be ready in 30 minutes.

My eyes reread the message that my device alerted me about, countless times, I read the words, hoping that it was a glitch or some sort of cruel prank. My head makes its way into my palms.