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☾ :On a sleepless night, what would they be found doing? 

On sleepless nights, Ahn Jaehyun’s stubbornness would keep him in his bed, fighting against the thoughts that keep him awake. After tossing and turning, and cursing the people that sold him his bed set that ‘guaranteed a good night’s sleep’ he’d wander around his enormous apartment, unable to ignore how empty it feels even with all the stuff he filled it with. In his frustration, he’d regret pushing away the people that he believed to simply be after his money, wondering if fake company was better than no company. Quicker than he could regret it, he’d call his older sister in the dead of the night, apologize for waking her up and get on update about her life and his nephew’s. 

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Something like shattered glass;

There's nothing quite like the feeling of being absolutely and undeniably numb. To watch the purple scattered along beautiful porcelain, by the hand of a man he had trusted the most. To have have his name slip past such beautiful lips, claiming the abuse afflicted upon her was by his doing. Nothing quite like it. The gears were working in his mind but the wiring in his brain had been shredded, never once had he laid a harmful hand on someone else.

Brows coming to a furrow as he stares at the door that was slammed in his face, the door to his home. But now it was no longer his, the air had shoved from his lungs and he desperately gasped air. Trembling fingers dipped into his back pocket and he dialed the only number that he knew would have safe haven on the other end. Kim Byungjoo. 

[ ✉ : B ] I really need you right now.  [ ✉ : B ] Please, i beg of you. [ ✉ : B ] Please. 

How he managed to coherently make his desperate plea was beyond him. Everything hurt, and it was coming at a slow pace. The reality of the situation was wrapping its fingers around his neck and slowly starting to apply pressure, and he was left defenseless. Unable to properly capture a breath to give his lungs a sufficient amount of air, and it's until a sob rips through his chest that he even comes to realize he's crying. 

All he can do is wait, but with every second that passed he felt himself easing out of the initial feeling of being numb. He needed the comfort that the other could provide in a way that no other could even begin to compare too. Maybe it was selfish to create such a burden for someone so dear to him, but it was beyond his worries at this moment.