— &. JUST BREATHE. / @mmhanbin
seo yujun doing charity work—a laughable sight. it’s not so absurd though, really. not if you think about it hard enough. squint just a little. his heart isn’t made of pure gold. ( brassy sheen. cool to the touch. that kind of gold. ) it’s none of the above. that was stripped of him a long time ago in these very halls. but if you look closely here and there, you’ll find traces of it. tarnished maybe, but there all the same. broken pieces and fragments of what used to be.
the trek to the apartment is familiar. too familiar. the laziness in his bones wears him down, and yet it propels him. walking him further and further along the worn sidewalk like it was second nature. ( it should be at this point. ) he could do it in his sleep if he’s being honest. ( probably already has. )
upon arriving at the door, he can only marvel at the ability of his muscle memory. ( his drunk, crossfaded, all kinds of fucked up, but still, muscle memory all the same. ) if he were more polite, less impatient, less impulsive, he might have knocked first to at least warn hanbin of his presence. perhaps give the elder some buffer time to prepare for whatever storm he’s been brewing. unfortunately, he’s none of those things tonight. tonight he whispers a quick alohomora, wand in hand, and just like that the door opens for him with a click—it’s that simple.
“hanbin hyung,” he calls like he owns the place. it’s in his posture. the way he walks around the living room. the thud that sounds when he falls onto the couch, making himself comfortable on its frayed surface. “stop studying or whatever and let’s go do something.”
in all truth he’s got a plan. these days hanbin’s stress levels have been through the roof. so much so that it’s making yujun stressed out as well. and so the baek ho really has no choice but to intervene. for hanbin’s sake, yes. but also for his own, if anything. so is it charity work if it’s partially for his own benefit? ( let’s just say yes for now. )
“i’m bored,” he whines as if this was plenty of reason. as if this was the end all be all. he pulls out his juul, inhaling deeply before letting the thick cloud of smoke rise up and out. fogging up his vision in all the right places. blueberry. one of his favorite flavors. “hang out with me tonight.”
