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Ｔhe painkillers have yet to settle in. He’s in pain, he’s in the worst mood, and he’s about to punch something. Mainly himself, for getting injured once again for the nth time. He should’ve known better, taken care of himself better; a pity these thoughts always only ring in his head after he’s injured.
Jungmin is finally home from the doctor’s, with instructions to restrain from any physical activity for 4 days and is only allowed to exercise a month later when his back finally heals from the sprain. It’s a little more serious than his usual injuries, but that doesn’t stop him from being the stubborn workaholic he is and ignoring the instructions.
Despite that, he knows he still needs a bit of time to heal, and remembering that having a session with Harley later… isn’t going to help. It takes him a full minute to struggle getting his phone out of his jeans before he sends the boy a text.
[ ✉ ] Hey, I know we’ve got a session today but I’m gonna have to cancel. I’ll see you next week maybe?
To say that Harley was busy would probably be the understatement of the century. He typically spent his time running from one place to another, whether it be photoshoots for his (or rather Arcadium’s) debut, meetings with company executives, talking with his manager, Korean lessons, and god knows what else he barely spent time at home or by himself. There was always somewhere he could be. Even when he had free time it was spent cooped up in his bedroom at his desk, furiously scrawling out lyrics in Korean to practice both the language and the style the country tended to accept.
During those rare moments that Harley had an evening to himself it was either spent with his band mates goofing around in the dorm, playing music just to pass the time, or hanging out with Jungmin. It was only recently that they had become much closer though, so the excitement of being able to see him outside of work was always fresh in his chest. So when he got a text about how he suddenly had to cancel their plans for the evening he couldn’t help the frown that pulled across his features. It left him with a disappointed ache in his chest and a longing in his fingertips, wishing that they could do… something. Anything.
( sms ) how come? ( sms ) did something happen? are you okay?
All sorts of thoughts crossed Harley’s head as he began to wonder exactly why Jungmin would do such a thing. During the time that they had gotten closer, when their relationship had changed under special circumstances, he had never once canceled a session. This was completely uncommon and he felt as if he had a right to be concerned. He was already thinking the worse. Besides, he was already dressed-- and he felt as if he looked damn good. He didn’t exactly want to put a good outfit to waste.