— heart (not) on your sleeve;
“jongdae—“, baekhyun says, both of his arms wrapping themselves around jongdae’s shoulders in an embrace, almost as if he’s planning to jump onto his back or something, “my favorite person.” and jongdae is, he’s one of his favorite people around here or else he wouldn’t try to still befriend him – but he still makes sure to coat the words in layers of sweet sugar, just because he loves the way jongdae rolls his eyes at him every single time he does that. “i searched for you everywhere!”
Exhausted, irritated. His mood wasn’t good at all and he really didn’t want to deal with anyone right now. Any normal person would have gone to someone to talk it out or just for some company, but not Jongdae. Despite his baby steps to changing certain aspects of his life, this was one of the things that hadn’t quite changed. He hardly felt comfortable talking about this too. Yet, there was no denying that he was angry and upset over the way things were turning out.
All he wanted was a bit of help. Anything. He wasn’t asking for a job or a place to live, just someone he could at least acknowledge as family so he could feel like he wasn’t alone in this world anymore. As usual, he was pushed out, abandoned. What was new. Looked like that really was just going to be his life.
At this point he just wanted to go back to his place and honestly brood for a while. He would go out again later for his usual round of games, but right now all he wanted was a stiff drink and well .. something to take his mind off.
His eyes narrow when he hears the familiar voice and the oh so very familiar gesture. Him again. It takes every ounce of his willpower to not react. He’s gonna pretend he didn’t hear anything, or that anyone was even touching him. No, there was no one, it was just him. Just him on his way back to his place, that’s all. Whatever was being said to him literally went in one ear and out the other as he walked up the stairs but he paused as he saw that the door was still slightly ajar.
Of course, in his rush to get to class earlier he had probably forgotten to lock it, but the door was open. It was open. Why was it open?
He knew the answer already. It shouldn’t be any surprise to him. This was Baekhyun after all. It was a name he didn’t want to remember but was practically forced to because he was a persistent presence in his life. He could still remember the utter disappointment he felt when he moved to the carriage house, relieved that the other would finally be out of his hair, only to find out that he was right next door.
He grabs the other by the arm, yanking him so he could look him in the eye/ “What. were. you. doing?”












