breaking down. jookyun ✔

9

It was the third day that Jooheon had been gone with no signs of him. and in the time period, there were five stages of Changkyun. 

Number one, staying in bed and crying his eyes out. number two, regretting his decisions and begging for him back. number three, the "I don't need him anyways" stage. number four, sitting on his bed and crying his eyes out once more because he really does need him. and number five, sitting on his bedroom floor in the same hoodie since three nights ago, hoping for him to come back.

Throughout those three days, Changkyun had; almost broke his ankle, was late three times to class, his swearing habit increased, he turned into an unorganized clutz,  he sat on his window sill and almost fell off, almost set the apartment building on fire and he survived angry kids running at him at the park with a stick when he tried to steal one of the angel toys the boy had.

So, pretty much, he was a mess that was begging to be fixed. he was rattled and silent for the most part, but whatever was on his mind quickly went back to Jooheon. it was always Jooheon, Jooheon, Jooheon, Jooheon. 

His whole life has been Jooheon, he's always been there, he grew up with him because angels were born into their pair, so he was always there even if it didn't feel that way, he was there. 

Changkyun had been in the same clothes for three days now, he hasn't showered, eaten or gone out unless it was for school. his room turned into his own home, it wasn't messy, it was the same as he left it before. 

Though, the day before, his mother finally got better from her depressive state of mind. which he was thankful for, it had been nearing to the third week, and quite honestly he was getting sick of doing everything for everyone.

he hated to admit that Jooheon was right, that he did in fact need to live his life, but he would revert back to the same excuse.

"I can't even live my life now because a stupid demon isn't here. it's ruining my own life." 

Which brings us here, to Changkyun pacing the room and thinking of all the possible ways to open a demon portal to the underworld. which was quite simple obviously, since we have google now. 

He considered doing it but felt too upset to do so because he started to bawl his eyes out again, on the floor, once again. 

Elliot came running into his room, laying on top of him and smiling, "Hyung! look! mommy did my hair!" he pointed to his hair which his long hair got cut off and was now left with a bowl style hair cut. 

Changkyun whined while the weight was on his shoulders, "Elliot, go away, I am dying here, and I choose this to be where I die" he moaned out dramatically,  gently pushing at the boy who straddled his waist and was now bouncing up and down.

 "But hyung please!" he whined, not wanting to get off of him quite yet. he started to move his truck against Changkyun's chest, he made his little vroom vroom noises, trying not to be too loud for Changkyun to get mad.

Changkyun shook his head and pushed him off, "I'm in the middle of something right now, can't you see my cult starting up?" he muttered as if he was a teenager. he sat up and wiped his tears away before he stood Elliot up and pushed him out of the room. 

Elliot stood outside the door while his toy was tightly clutched against his chest. he watched the door close in front of him while his eyes looked like the play time was up for a long time. 

The look his brother had gave him would probably never leave Changkyun's mind ever. but once Changkyun got a brilliant idea, he crawled over to his bed and grabbed his book from under the bed.

it was his notebook since he was nine, even if his handwriting was crappy, he knew that nine year old him would have wrote every fact down into his notebook that he could've.