it’s not fine ;
kibum hurries through the halls of the samsung building, his phone clutched in his hand still displaying the text that has him so worried and frantic in the first place. it’s from dongmin, and is uncharacteristically simple -- just a request for kibum to come to a practice room in the building. there isn’t any punctuation and dongmin didn’t use any sort of face or emoji -- this is the first time kibum’s ever gotten a text from him without those things, and somehow he just knows that it means something is wrong.
he enters the requested room and finds the lights on and dongmin curled up in a corner, hiding his face in his hands. as soon as kibum sees him his heart lurhces, because he knows that position. he’s been in it himself too many times before not to recognize it.
he crosses the room in a few strides, letting the door swing gently closed behind him as he does. he squats in front of dongmin when he reaches him and lays a gentle hand on his arm. “hey, kid,” he says, using the pet name he’s had for dongmin practically since the day they met. “i’m here now. what’s wrong?”
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