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Saeran: age 21: bambi eyes: aka Sae: Independent Blog

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"HER NAMES MARTINA." Jumping at Seth’s display he was still a major weenie and dove behind Seth, "I’m sorry… I just he was asking me about him." Knowing how Seth hated to be woken up he still stood firmly behind him.

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Opal ran her hands over her face in frustration. Of...

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Saeran covered his face desperately, "Cas." Shifting he put space between him and Seth, "I'm sorry we woke you. I just... Yeah." Looking uncomfortable he spun around and tripped as he ran upstairs and you could hear a door slam shut as he locked himself away.

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Saeran looked increasingly more uncomfortable as she spoke, “uh no, that was my sister… He’s Castor is…. Sick right now…. I don’t like to talk about it.” Getting up and moving away from her he started for the kitchen, “Seth?”

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Opal rolled her eyes when Saeran walked away...

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"HER NAMES MARTINA." Jumping at Seth's display he was still a major weenie and dove behind Seth, "I'm sorry... I just he was asking me about him." Knowing how Seth hated to be woken up he still stood firmly behind him.

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let's bang - i mean hang - no i dont

But ur in a coma

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At the mention of his boyfriend something in his face changed. A brief momet of anger, sadness, regret and other things, “yeah. I miss him a lot actually…. But I plan to see him when I get home.” Blinded by his feelings of sad he let the name slip, “Cas is very handsome…...

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Saeran looked increasingly more uncomfortable as she spoke, "uh no, that was my sister... He's Castor is.... Sick right now.... I don't like to talk about it." Getting up and moving away from her he started for the kitchen, "Seth?"

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Saeran wanted to say how we wasn’t sure she was a lady, but he knew she worked out and that he had noodle arms. Clearing his throat and standing up straight he looked peeved, “Saeran… say-ren…. so uhm what are you doing?” People being close to him was still one of his least...

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At the mention of his boyfriend somethig in his face changed. A brief momet of anger, sadness, regret and other things, "yeah. I miss him a lot actually.... But I plan to see him when I get home." Blinded by his feelings of sad he let the name slip, "Cas is very handsome... Even more so in person then pictures...." Coughing he looked uncomfortable and like he might cry, "can we change the subject?"

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She watched him type out his text and send it. Opal let out a surprised yelp when the boy reacted to seeing her. She hadn’t intended on taking him off guard. Her mother used to tell her that she had a habit of not making her presence known. “The fuck to you, is that anyway to talk to a lady?”  She smirked a little down at him. “I’m sorry,” she moved around the couch to sit in a chair, “I didn’t mean to surprise you.”  Opal rubbed at her jaw, she wasn’t quite sure how to approach the topic of the other’s…partner.  “So…uh, Sam?”

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Saeran wanted to say how we wasn't sure she was a lady, but he knew she worked out and that he had noodle arms. Clearing his throat and standing up straight he looked peeved, "Saeran... say-ren.... so uhm what are you doing?" People being close to him was still one of his least favorite things so conversation was ussually pretty awkward. "Have you seen Seth?"

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Opal let out a sigh as she slid her phone in her pocket. She and Maggy had decided to figure out more about her bothers roommates boyfriend. It felt so wrong to her, when she remembered seeing the two kissing, knowing that one of them was dating another. She walked out of her room, following the sound of the television, assuming that she would find one or both of the boys on the couch. Placing her hands on the back of the couch she leaned over a little to see who was sprawled out on it. 

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Saeran was booty first texting and half watching the cartoon that was paying on the television. Sighing at his phone he hadn't yet noticed the girl looming behind the couch. Texting someone he typed, 'Ya ya love you too I'll be back in a few days.' To anyone who didn't know it seemed as though he was texting his boyfriend, when in fact it was his sister he was messaging. Putting the phone down he sat up stretching and turned noticing the girl and fell of the couch ashe jumped away, "THE FUCK"

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"It’s, uh, pumpkin soup." It was one of his favourites and he hadn’t even thought to ask Saeran if he liked that kind. Castor reached for a spoon and started to slowly stir the soup around. It felt so much better to have another human being around him. To feel the security. A smile kept to his face as he felt Saeran press against him. 

The warmth of happiness spread through his body. He wanted to hum and to hear all about Saeran’s trip even if the boy had kept him up to date the entire time. Not really wanting to move away from the touch, but also not wanting to be stuck standing in front of the stove Castor regrettably moved away. “So tell me more about your trip, huh?”

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Saeran smiled letting go and sniffed at the pumpkin soup, "This is awesome! Wow di you make this yourself?" He had reveled in the touch before Cas pulled away, "Well, it was just good you know. I hung out with people made friends, learned things and explored new york... I spat off of the statue of liberty. I don't know why but I just had too." He laughed a little leaning against the counter, "Ah, they made me get a makeover so when they took pictures for the competition I wouldn't look like a bum who crawled out of the sewers."

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and maybe i’ll do that, you know. i’m not attached to things, i don’t have that ambitious thing that most actors my age have.

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"You look great!" Castor’s cheeks hurt at how hard he was smiling. Even a couple of days apart felt like a lifetime. He held tightly onto Saeran, stumbling back a little at the force of the others hug. After a few moments of soaking in the feeling of another human being Castor pulled back.

"I’m making some soup. Oh!" He took a couple steps back, about to point out his present but decided against it. He would let Saeran be the one to point it out. "I -uh- need to check the soup." He turned around, looking over the small wrapped box before sliding back to the kitchen.

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So excited to see what he was cooking he came inside to holding tightly onto his bag. Saeran closed the door behind him before speaking, "What kind of soup are you making?" Slipping his coat off and resting it on a chair he noticed the silver package but didn't say anything. Instead he slipped a small package wrapped in newspaper out and set it beside it. Looking over to Castor again he made sure he didn't notice. Coming up behind him though Saeran Prssed his face to Cas's shoulder.

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Castor was humming around his apartment, working on a pot of soup. The weather was finally starting to get cold and he was in the mood for a big pot of something homemade. A small smile pulled at his cheeks as he kept himself busy in his little apartment. He was wearing a pair of jeans and a wool sweater, the sleeves rolled up because of the warmth of indoors. He had kept his hair short since his trip to the hospital. 

He wrapped his hands around a small parcel on the coffee table. It was for when Saeran got back. He was expecting him at any time now. Maybe the excitement to see his boyfriend again was giving him the happy hum he had been feeling all day. Castor ran a finger over the smooth silver wrapping paper. It wasn’t an exceptionally exciting gift. Well, it would have been to him but he wasn’t sure if Saeran would care as much. It was a watch. A very nice, expensive watch that he thought would look really great on Saeran. He just hoped that the other would appreciate the gesture. He jumped a little in surprise when he heard a knock on his door. Could it be Saeran? He stared down at the gift in his hands, setting it back down on the table. Castor was so happy for Saeran. So what if it was second place, it was better than third and all the rest. Heart pounding in his chest he unlocked and opened his door, a nervous grin spreading across his face.

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Saeran had actually gotten a haircut while away, not by choice though. it had been in 'the best interest' of the school. For the competition. he also was wearing a new coat something bought for him when they gave him a small makeover. All in all he was pretty dolled up looking. Seeing Cas though, it was an undescribeable feeling. A huge grin spread across his face before jumping into a hug. Holding tightly onto his boyfriend he felt like he forgot what he smelt like what it felt like to hold him.

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Saeran was actually really happy to be coming home from his trip. It had been mandatory for school to participate in some sort of mathematics competition/convention and the school had came in 2nd place. Still Searan wasn't happy or sad or anything with the award he was just ready to see Cas. They had texted and talked and emailed but it was torture not being able to see him. For old times sake he knocked on the door of Castor's apartment happily.

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Castor groaned in irritation when Saeran nudged him. He had finally gotten a nights rest but his dreams had started to go sideways. He went to roll over, away, to get more sleep but whimpered in pain. His chest felt like it was burning. He eased himself into a sitting position, patting along the sheets to find his phone.

Once he found it he clicked it on and stared at the time. It was the sun. He blinked several times and tried to see it again. Still blurry. Rubbed his eyes and squinted at it. “It’s quarter after eleven.” He sighed and laid himself back down. The pain seared through him, picking tears in his eyes. 

He gently rubbed his hands over the thin fabric of his shirt and felt the warmth that was pouring off of it. Squeezing his eyes shut he couldn’t believe it was happening. He couldn’t have an infections. The wounds just had to be sore. Had to be healing. He needed to check, which would require getting to the bathroom so Saeran wouldn’t see. 

Did he even want to stand? No. He rubbed his face and looked back at Saeran, face void of any emotions except the crinkle around his eyes. Why did it burn so much. He closed his eyes again, the burn of the white bandages on Saeran’s skin staying. To think he had been the reason for that. He rolled onto his side, all he could feel was that aching pain. Stabbing needles in the wounds that riddled his body. Scratches along his back screaming in protest at the stretch.

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Had they really slept so late? In the fog that was his mind he stumbled into a sitting position. A heavy pulsing feeling washed over him and he just felt so heavy and gross. His sides stung and he moved a hand to the bandages scratching them slightly before looking at Cas in a daze, "Are... are you okay?" The words tasted sour in his mouth. OKay he wasn't feeling so good. "I... I think I'm going to be sick." Saeran stumbled off of the bed completely off balance. He just sorta laid on the cool floor with a small groan.

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Saeran woke up to an aching in his sides. He felt warm and just all together pretty awful. Groaning he was all sweaty and shrugged out of the sweater. Sae wasn't to concerned with were he was, he barely remembered Cas coming to get him. The previous nights events all fuzzy and clouded through the fever he had. Finally willing himself to roll over he wiped his face and looked at Cas. The other man wasn't looking to good himself. Reaching over he nudged Castor's arm in attempt  to wake him, "Hey... hey what time is it?"

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Everything around him slowed down as his mind sped up. He took a few moments to wait. It took Saeran so long to answer him. Many more to say he broke his promise. The world was still until the fan for the air conditioning kicked on again. It’s loud hum blocking out the sounds of the street. He let out a long breath, the heat of it damp on his face. The sweater warming up. His promise. Castor had broken all of his too. It wasn’t bad. People made mistakes but he continued to lay there holding Saeran.

He rolled them over so he was on top. He rubbed his face against Saeran before looking back up at him.  The contours of his face soft in the faint light. “Me too dear, me too.” He closed his eyes again, putting his face back against the boys chest. He wished he could melt into the sweater. Fade away. Turn to dust. At the same time it was Saeran who made him want to stay on the planet and fight every ounce of doubt he had towards himself.

He wanted to so badly tell Saeran. Let Saeran know every aspect of him. Tell him every little thing about Helen. Every thing about Pollux. Tell him about the girls he’s been with and why. Tell him the things he knew about Ophelia. Why he made the gang. Why he was where they were. Talk about his childhood and his parents. Let him be privy to every crevice of his mind. What it was like to hear voices and see things and the medication and his memories. Broken promises littered his life and Saeran needed to know it was just human nature. It made the story interesting. Without faults life could be so boring.

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Saeran actually felt better hearing him say it. Reminded him of the humanity that takes hold of each person. The mistakes they do and don't make, the fact that things happen that you might not actually be able to control. It all took the guilt he felt away. The warmth of Castor though helped, his hot breath seeping through the sweater. Warmth spreading through him Saeran let out a small sigh. Almost as though he were holding his breath. "Cas I love you so much, just please don't think college will come between us okay? I didn't want to go away that far anyways.... The councilors made me apply." Using one hand to rub the back of cas's head his eyes were closed, "I'm going to go to the university of California... the math and art programs." His mind was suddenly everywhere but nowhere at the same time. Sleep biting at the corners of his mind but the alertness that came with being around Cas mixed together. He didn't want to miss a moment but... well maybe he could sleep for a few hours. Closing his eyes he let out a small yawn, arms wrapped firmly around the older mans shoulders he drifted to sleep. They could spend the entire next day... actually the entire rest of their lives talking. Before he was completely zonked out a mumbled goodnight barely made its way out, "Goo-od night... you're my reason for living."

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Cas’s joke brought a small smile to him. He wish he was more awake or he’d come up with some clever comeback. It wasn’t all the important though. Not right now, not after what they went through. Cuddling against Cas he listened to his question. The words slowly bringing him...

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Saeran held tightly onto Cas. The guilt still running strong through him. Biting his lip Saeran sucked in a deep breath. He could say it over and over again but right now he was silenced by the fact that he wa trying to not alert Cas to his tears. Taking a deep breath he sighed and eventually was able to whisper the words, "I love you so much." His words shook off his tongue in a hushed tone. Feeling his leg around him he pressed as close to Cas out of fear of then being separated again. Closing his eyes he tried to make the tears stop. But he broke a promise and it hurt so much. He felt like Cas deserved better but Sae couldn't stand being without him. "I broke my promise."