★ㅤstudio。

@ⓣ jiyeon p。 /I watch you as you dance, repeat some and do your own moves, which have me copy you and nodding in approval right after
That's good, we're keeping that /I show you thumbs up and try it all again woth your moves added continuing with the ret of the moves, testing if it fits
You know, I would like to tell you that so far, I enjoy working with you... and you can tell that this dance is YOURS
/I smile at you via the mirror, turning to skip towards the speakers, stopping the music and looking over at you
So are you ready try at full speed? I know we havent finished the dance yet,but I wanna see how fast do you actually learn
/I smile tesingly, actually it might seem like a smirk to someone from afar, having the thought of repaying your teasing

@ⓣ hyunwoo k。ᴴ /jisung parted his legs as he bent over farther, he didn't hear anything as his mind was focused on the sweet throb nestled between the clothed curvatures.the dark harlot slipped his fingers back and stripped the second layer to reveal the untouched complexion of the upturned globes. a sheen of of sweat made him look like a little statuette propped up against the mirrors. jisung shifted back into the glorious mass; his ual timidness diminished to the unchaste wishes of his lecherous mortality. long fingers parted the bare ivory to reveal to roseate bud—the small sweet, but tattered entrance deceiving as it twitched in its wanton manner and begged for lewd fulfillment. he only caught the tail end of the younger’s inquiries, lost in the wild miasma/ let them see that’s i’m finally yours/a title that he had long desired with its innocent joys and immoral domination that now lingered at at the prince’s stately fingers as his teased his crotch and fondled this plump , his own tendrils giving way in favor of the other’s attention/ me—i want you to touch me. i only want you to touch me/ he forced the sovereignty over his form into the callused hands of his godly lover/i want to be yours/he panted out over and over again in his desperation/

@ⓢ kikwang l。 yeah I know, thanks for noticing/I chuckle
/I smile at you warmly as I am the person who is confident by my good looks at least on the dance floor, it's like I just have the confident vibe that takes over and kicks my anxiety and fears away as long I don't trip and fail just as if I was professional/
/I hum teasingly/ should I really repeat my moves or is it that you want to see that again /I always have this habit to slightly tease people when I have the chance/
oh, c'mon /I shake my head as I watch your poses in front of the mirror/ you did it so much better earlier
oh /I chuckle and place my one hand on my side of the neck while the other is placed on my thigh instead of the hip, I sway my hips to sides but it ends up looking a bit too stify on me so I roll it instead when I try the second time as I gaze in a bit y way at the mirror as I watch my own body move, trying my best not to fail at the moves and memorise it/

@jiyeon p。 /I clean my throat once you finish, rather not trying that because I might look like a complete moron in front of you and just shows both of my thumbs up
Yeah, do that... /my voice trails off into a hoarse one, my thoughts a bit blurry by that image of you doing that
You...uhm... got good moves actually... /I quickly pinch myself in the forearm, but tries not to be too obvious and I step back again
So let's do it from the top and with... that... something...you just... yeah, did /I wiggle my finger around before I do the steps again in the same slow motion before getting to the squat and doing something similar but with more masculinity to it and I stand up into a boyish pose, purposely avoiding the too y for me movements
And then you'd go /I swish my arm above my head, swaying my body around, putting the arm back down and the hand touches my hip, while the other now rubs the back of my neck with my head slightly tilted to the side and back, swaying my hips from side to side a few times
Is that okay?

@ⓢ kikwang l。 /I only chuckle a little more when you scold me/ oh my
I actually have no idea/I laugh a little and get a bit nervous when you step back to watch me/
maybe/i mumble as I start from the very beginning with steps forward, the posese the hairflip and instead of the jump I squad down while flipping my hair all over my face, with one hand moving it back while with body rolling motion I stand up, feeling a bit shy but not letting emotions come out and get involved with my work/
how does it look?

@jiyeon p。 Stop laughing /I scold you a little, but I can't help but to smile myself as I know how ridiculous it must look doing such a things as a guy
/I stop once you speak up and look at you over the mirror
Uhm, sure yeah. What is your suggestion?
/I ask lightly fixing my hat while looking at you attentively, wanting to know your ideas or opinions
/I step back to standing in one line with you again and get ready to now copy your movements yet my mind is still pounding over some ideas, brainstorming quietly how could that move be replaced

@ⓢ kikwang l。 oh, boy, I don't only have the looks/I say confidently with a wide smile
oh c'mon/I laugh as I walk forward with my tiptoes in front at first, swaying my hips gently to sides as I am walking elgantly and stop once you do too, I can't help but snort at your pose but I copy instead of making my own just to tease you/
/I keep repeating the same walk and copying your poses as I keep grinning like an idiot, actually having fun as I try not to laugh out loud./
/I copy everything, the smooth hair flip, everything but not the jump/ do you really think the jump like that is great for me? how about redoing that part?

@jiyeon p。 Ahh I dont think there will be any trouble for you to debut as an idol. You've god everything you need for the first look, but lets see your moves /chuckles at the joke and stands beside you relaxing my limbs
Okay, that will work. So for the start, the song starts of as an introduction of you as a person. So there wont be much just you arriving on the stage and take a pose at every beat
/I lift my sweatshorts a little with my hand as I take a step forward in the most womanly way I can/ and pose! /with that the drum stikes in the song and I make a model like pose/ you can choose any pose here okay? its just the intro
/I look at you with the help of the mirror and I do the same step and pose two more times with you copying me
The actual choreo starts from here /I point my finger to pinpoint the whispering voice in the song/ and now one! /I step to the my right, cocking my hip out to the side with my upper body leaning to the left side with a flip of the head, which in your case should make your hair flip as well/ two! /I bring the right foot, slinding back to the left/ and out again /I slide it out the same way/ and repeat /I do the same leg movement/ and spin into a wide position /at the end of the spin I jump with my legs apart

@ⓢ kikwang l。 Okay then it is settled, Kik/I smile as I tease you a little
it's okay I am not popular as much trainee for only a year so/I chuckle adn rub my nape a little/ I hope not to struggle for six years like some of the trainees do, so I will work hard to achieve my goal /I bow a little to show some respect/ I will be in your care for a while
/I smile as you play the music, liking how simple you are and not bossy unlike other people that come to help with singing or dancing, they are so full of themselves and there is you, first time meeting such laid back choreographer/ I will choose each step slow if it wouldn't be too much work for you

@jiyeon p。 You can call me whatever you like actually, I really don't mind. And yeah, good point there /I laugh at the fact that my name is difficult to say when you want to call out
Oh that /looks around and spots myself in the mirror/ Yeah I was just trying to perfect the movements, because these are all my ideas you know and I didn't quite have you in mind when they told me there will be a trainee... so yeah, some moves might look awkward
/with the last words I chuckle, skip to the speakers, where I have my phone attached to them and starts the music
It's okay, and it seems like you don't need any warm up, which is great because we can get right down to practice
So do I show you first, then you copy or should I dance each step slow at first and you will dance along and we will fasten up eventually?

@ⓢ kikwang l。 /I place few fingers on your sweaty hand and give it a light shake
so should I just call you Kikwang or Kik is fine too? Because if we drop formalities I am tempted to shorten your name as it would be easier to call out for you /I speak out my mind as bluntly as ever though even if it doesn't seem I tried to be as polite as possible/
Well /I scan up you from head to toes, smiling to myself as I notice that you got quite warmed up/ well you seem to be into it so I guess you know just fine how to make those moves no matter how girly they might be
/I step forward to stand besides you as I look at the mirror in front/ well show me some moves or should I start music first? /I take a glance at you as I smile warmly/

@jiyeon p。 Park Jiyeon? The trainee? Oh I apologize for not recognizing you. I'm Lee Kikwang yes,nice to finally meet you
/I approach with hurried steps while wiping my hand on my sweatshorts and outstretches my hand going in for a handshake
Uhm... Yeah so, please Im no mister, not a teacher so let's drop the formalities if that is okaay with you /chuckles softly and scratches the back of my head right under the hem of cap Im wearing
Oh right and the dance is just an explicit version so please dont hesitate to tweak it your way, after all Im not a woman, and every idea is welcomed
/I watch closely as now all your hair is out of your face and can take in the whole beauty of you, stopping at your mesmerizing eyes and smiling as I can see that they must be your biggest stregths of all features

@ⓢ kikwang l。 /I get the message that a choreographer was signed to help ne with the dance moves as the company doesn't really trust a female trainee like me so I just sigh and change my clothes into sports wear which is black yoga pants and tight shirt to get along with it /
/I find my way to studio and open the door to the practice room where I already planned to spend few hours at least/
hello, are you mister Kikwang? I'm Park Jiyeon I was told you will show me few moves and help me out/I bow slightly and tie my hair once I am completely inside the room/

@jiyeon p。 /dances in front of the mirror in complete silence, trying to still perfect the moves and add or take some movements or poses
/my assignment was to create a fresh dance for a singer to a song she has recorded, knowing very little about the said singer, I adjusted as much as the moves fit a feminine body and look much more girly even on me
/i practice as long as I can before the door of the practice room opens revealing a girl in training clothing. I stop at the sound of footsteps and turn around to meet your face as you walk in
Hey /I breath out as Im still shocked a little for being interrupted
Are you here for the dance class or?

@ⓒ jisung k。❝kiji /lithe fingers quivered in uncontrollable excitement; short surges of electricity bursting within the capillaries of his digits as positioned himself behind jisung, his chest flush against the others back and chin perched atop his shoulder. an arm encircled around the shorter mans torso, digits traveling southwards to give his crotch a soft, yet firm grip through the fabric of his boxers before he began to palm it. what do you want me to do with you, hyung? /the query fell from his lips in a low whisper and against the shell of the others ear where he left the teaser of a peck. he inhaled the musky scent lingering in the air between them, merely causing a fluctuation in his own arousal he was sure the other could feel pulsating against his where they were glued to. no one's going to come in, even if they do, all they'll see if me ing you senseless, how bout' that? /the taller added, free hand taking a handful of his right globe as he gave it a firm .

@ⓣ hyunwoo k。 /he felt pathetic. his fingertips stained the glass that he placed himself up again; the wooden bar keeping his bare hips propped in the air. his eyes tried to catch a glimpse of hyunwoo in the glass but to his dismay he was left blind, the mirror fogged over and opaque due to his heavy, heated breath. jisung didn't allow himself to look back; allowing the anticipation to intensify the magnitude of his sudden lust as his legs kicked off his pants/

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@ⓢ miura h。 [ o h g od, fighting for dominance sounds great. Especially if--- in the end--- it's pretty Haru that gets filled to the brim. I'm sorry I'm like s A L I V AT IN G at the thought of Yuto topping him. If you really wanna switch one day though, just lemme know ;;u;;

AND SURE TBH!!! I made sure to speed-create Yuto's place so sorry if it looks a little messy ;; ]

@ⓔ yuto n。 [I really don't mind, both sounds good to me e u e Maybe they used to switch then since Haru wouldn't feel like a 'man' or idk. Also he'd try to top Yuto--- fight for dominance--- but he could lose each time once e u e
Also is it okay when I move forward in my reply? Haru picking up his son and going to Yuto's place?]

@ⓢ miura h。 The silence that greets him is a baleful familiarity. One that has Yuto craning just in time to catch the murmur that slips beyond the other male's silken lips, only for a palpable shudder to crease its way down his spine at the feel of warmth ghosting his collarbones. He offers himself a moment to recover but the memories plea their refute--- one by one spilling to the forefront of his mind. Heated butterfly kisses against the arch of his neck. Breathy pants just against his Adam's apple--- begging for 'more', 'harder'. Searing a litany of 'please' into his skin until it became embroidered as a spell of sorts. And to this day, it clings to Yuto's throat like a noose that binds him still to the merciless hold Haruma's whim.

"Don't play the victim here, Haru," he seethes. In any other manner, it would seem as if he's angered. The way his hold tightens, the warning emboldened in the dip of his octaves. Lips press themselves against the fleshy cartilage of his companion's ear, a fire against the tender shell and yet it seems intent render them both to burn. "It takes two, ya know. I'm not trying to win you back, just to talk--- Something we should've done ages ago if only you let me in."

He allows Haruma to shift away at his own comfort, but the man remains in his place--- upright but angled as if half expecting the other to try and waltz right out of his life. Again. He knows the idea is a ridiculous one and it takes him down a peg or two to hear Haruma's disbelief but he can't help himself. The thought of shoving the man off to some random nobody with a background of god-knows-what honestly horrifies him. The city's unkind to the unsuspecting, and though he's certain Haruma can take care of himself, he never quite lost the desire to want to do it for him.

The sight of that tear, though, only solidifies this need in him. He clenches his fists at his sides to keep them at bay, though every inclination in him wishes to clear away the sorrow still lingering in a fugue of the other's tongue. "It's gonna be okay," he promises--- empty, a danger that he can't control. And yet he needs to straighten them both out somehow. "We'll find a way in this, but in the meantime just--- we'll go with the flow. Don't even worry about payment right now. Just focus on picking up your... stuff." Confusion raps at the back of his mind, but he dismisses it quickly. He imagines that Haruma probably had storage someplace to hold what his apartment simply couldn't.

At the touch that graces the ball of his shoulder, Yuto can feel himself soften. He's a pincushion for Haruma, he knows that now. Has known it for years to come, but not a speck of himself finds the will to dislike it. He pretends to have it together as he fishes through his pocket for something--- anything to write on or with. He finds a ballpoint pen and makes a note to remove it later before doing the laundry, clasping the hand that clasps him and turning it palms-up. "It's nothing, Haru, honestly. Just--- something a little overdue is all," he muses as he scrawls his address just beneath the base of Haruma's fingers and his cellphone number along his wrist. He drifts back to their youth, to when he should've been sweeter, to when he should've held the man before him a little longer. A man that, at the time, was just a boy... a boy who needed saving, in his eyes.

The pen clicks and so does Yuto, tucking the utensil away and stepping back as if he'd only just concluded a business venture. "Meet me there whenever you're ready. Take your time. I have to tidy up a bit anyway." Lies. His place is practically untouched--- as sterile as his heart, but he doesn't want the other to know he'll spend every minute from now wringing his hair out over what they just agreed on. "We'll order in tonight, so don't worry about cooking." His steam from before begins to dwindle and he finds himself elapsing back towards the 'first crush' awkwardness that he loathes in himself so intimately. "I'll see you then, yeah? Just--- call me if you run into any trouble finding the place."

[ LOLOL GOOOOO DQ UESTION e u e Tbh I'm okay with switching. We could make it so that they USED to switch but now Yuto prefers to only top. O r... idk maybe they'd never switched before so Haru would be Yuto's first in that department. I mainly really see Yuto topping here though--- so rest assured that he wants every piece of Haru's sweet . <333 ]

@ⓔ yuto n。 He knew that Yuto didn't cause this at least not alone but he was the one seducing Haru with his actions, with his looks, everything about him had attracted him and it had been the first time that he had ever felt aroused to a man. Maybe no one was at fault--- it had been the passion that had devastated his mind. And still some part of his mind hated Yuto for everything that had happened after that day of his parents finding out. The hate wasn't particular meant for the younger male maybe Haruma just hated himself for losing control.

Thinking about all their past led to a slight headache the thoughts building a highway in his brain. “You were the one sparking more than friendship...” He murmured against the soft skin his lips almost touching the exposed neck. For a while he closed his eyes memories running through his head of the moments when he lay in Yuto's arm like this. As those arms held him it took a load from his mind his heart felt lighter all of a sudden and he could forget about everything else for a few seconds which felt like hours of freedom. He knew for sure that the younger male would forever be the only one being able to make him feel this way with a single embrace. All he wanted was to be held a little bit longer but he had to stop before his mind forget about the current situation completely.

Blinking once... twice--- Did Yuto really say these words or did his own mind make up some nonsense again? Somehow the other seems surprised himself that those words had blurted out of his mouth but his expression turns to a serious one confirmed by his words. He had no idea what to answer as the words occupied his thoughts. This way they would have a place to stay at and it really seemed like the only option. He could still get another job and once he earned enough money he could pay Yuto the rent he couldn't pay before and get another apartment again. But what would the younger think about his son? Would he still allow them to live at his place? It would definitely surprise him. “Yuto... we haven't met for so many years and after less than an hour you want me to move in with you?” A soft sigh fought against the silence. This was his only option or they had to sleep outside without anything.

“Yuto...” He kept repeating his name whispering it like a secret no one was allowed to know. The name of the most precious person he had ever met even though everything went wrong--- after all these years he was the only one he could trust with all his heart. “Thank you.. “ A tear rolled down his cheeks again--- only a single one that meant so much. “I will pay for everything once I got the money, I don't want to freeload at your place.” Today was the strangest day since a long while--- meeting his ex-lover, losing his home, moving in with him.

“There's something I need to pick up, it hadn't been in the apartment.” He didn't dare to tell Yuto about his son yet that's why he made it sound like an object not a kid. “I don't have any other appointment today since the boy just disappeared.” His gaze met the younger one's feeling weird again all of a sudden. He had no idea what he had to expect from all this. “So... should I meet you at your place? I'll need some time to--- pick it up.” Haruma placed his hand on the other male's shoulder his expression still filled with worries. “Thank you so much, really.. you're basically saving my life today.”

[BTW Is Yuto a top or switch? He probably isn't a bottom because of that one reply saying he ed Haru u/////u Haruma is a switch so if Yuto is one as well they could have switched in the past--- I just wanted to know it for our plot since we're creating their past as well e u e]

@ⓢ miura h。 He's unsure when he had even began holding his breath--- suspended at the crux of his throat, bated and wrought with concern--- but it isn't until Haruma faces him that he releases it. He takes the slight lapse of a moment to brace himself for the news, but he finds himself instead bracing for that affronting glare... and the muffled thud against his abdomen. He peers down, dazed as he beholds the other's knuckles burrowing into his shirt, a frown pinned to those plush lips in earnest.

"Haru, you know I didn't cause this." But does he want it? Is he truly so selfish enough to morph this situation into his favor? His lips would be coated in lies if he refuses to admit that he isn't the least bit intrigued in seeing the man Haruma has become. He plays it off this way--- merely catching up with a worn fragment of his past that he'd not yet forgotten. Nothing more, nothing less.

Then suddenly, an embrace enfolds him and he finds himself canting his neck a bit to accommodate--- a habit he'd picked up years ago even though Haruma's grown quite a bit. Yuto's rapt to find that there are a cluster of habits he'd yet to drop when around his old flame. "Last I recalled, it was the other way around," he offers weakly--- an attempt at humor though his voice is as wispy as summer gossamer. His own arms weave around the other's lithe waist and in that moment, he isn't outside the studio holding his ex-lover. He's strewn in cotton sheets, sweeping stray strands from fluttering lashes as the eyes behind them blinked awake. He's searing eager kisses into the crook of a slender neck--- a myriad of patchwork vermilion betraying the escapades they'd already encountered hours before. He's young and reckless and unafraid of the world again.

And then Haruma removes himself, leaving Yuto in the wake of empty arms and an emptier heart. But Yuto can't even find it in himself to protest this because suddenly the situation dampens.

"Oh," he mutters intelligently, observing as the elder slowly resides back to the refuge of his own tremors. Yuto bites his lip, wastes all but a second before outright blurting: "You can stay with me." He's certain those words are supposed to jar his common sense, make him realize the error in them so he can swallow them back up in regret. But as the seconds pass, the offer only solidifies. It sounds so right--- not as 'the right thing to do' but simply... so damn right. "I mean it, Haru. You need a place to stay, yeah? I've got the space." Mentally, he maps out his condo--- relieved to recall that he hadn't transformed his spare bedroom into some dank storage area. "Rent-free and everything. I don't expect anything out of it, okay? Look, I know it sounds like a stupid idea but--- I don't think you have very many options." He's known once what this was like--- stranded in Korea with no family or connections to claim. Yuto had to fight his way to a roof and a hot meal, and he'd be damned if he allowed Haruma to succumb to the same fate. He advances forward.

"I'm not taking 'no' for an answer. You're staying with me, at least until you find someon--- somePLACE better."

@ⓔ yuto n。 Drowned in his own misery Haruma didn't even notice the idol passing him in the hallway as he left. The phone call had caught his whole attention-- captured his thoughts about his future without enough money to survive this months. Will he be unsheltered with his son? Without anyone who would care for them without anyone who would help him. Maybe he could ask the parents of Hiroshi's best friend to take care of him for a while then he could get at least two more jobs to earn money for a small apartment and maybe the person who is responsible for the fire has to pay for it. Then everything might work out and they could just continue the way they had lived before.

And still after thinking about all that the tears kept falling, the sobbing increased and the only thing he knew for sure was that everything went wrong after his parents had sent him to South Korea. And the only person he could ever confide in was Hiroshi-- his son was the only one accompanying him in this darn world.

The sudden grip on his shoulder terrifies the man-- his body trembles as he realizes who that person is without facing him. Touched by the only one he never wanted to meet again, the one whose delicate touch he never wanted to feel on his body again not even the slightest tangency. But he didn't stop Yuto from turning his loosened body around-- he didn't have any choice, right now he wasn't even able to control his muscles himself. The usual sharp voice had a certain shocked tone, did the other suddenly care? Haruma had cried before in front of Yuto's eyes because back then he was the only person he felt safe with-- he had trusted the younger male wholeheartedly. He didn't even notice the lift of his hand not feeling any part of his body and the sight being blurred because of his tears.

This was a whole new situation for him even though he still remembered the feeling of Yuto's soft hands but this was the first time that after all these years someone seemed to care for him-- someone who candidly wanted to know the reason for Haru's despair. “This is all your fault...” At first that was the only thing he could say with a shaking voice. “Why did you appear in my life like a hurricane? Why did you ruin everything..?” With his hands formed into fists he hit Yuto's stomach-- softly and cautiously, he wasn't able to hurt the man who had been this important to him once. In an instant he looped his arms around Yuto with the hands who originally wanted to hurt him out of frustration. “ you, Yuto...” He didn't want to breath nor felt he able to but the sobs got quieter as he buried his head in the younger male's neck wetting his skin with the still falling tears.

After some time he calmed down and removed himself from the embrace leaning against the wall again. A loud sigh left his lips as his gaze turned to the ground. “I'm sorry, just ignore this, please. I didn't want you to see me like this. I'm different, I'm not a crybaby, it's just...” Haruma looked at the phone in his hand the screen mirroring his pitiful appearance. “My landlord just called me, the apartment I rented burned and now my furniture, my clothes, all my stuff is destroyed and I have no idea what to do right now. A twenty-seven-year-old without a home-- I thought that I finally managed to settle down, to live my life without disturbance. But now I don't even have a place to stay nor the basic stuff I need. This month I'm short on money already so I need to get two more jobs now to survive...” Once again he sighed facing Yuto-- his body finally calmed down and the tears and sobs disappeared but still his body trembled and his voice sounded shaky. “I'm sorry.. please forget what I told you. I will manage to get out of this as well somehow. I fought for myself all those years nothing is different right now-- this shouldn't even surprise me so much.”

@ⓢ miura h。 Yuto's fully aware of himself. The qualities that label him invaluable to his company, the setbacks that colour his relations with others--- he knows himself down to the reasoning behind his impulse decisions. So when he presents himself sadistic towards the other male, he can't help but understand just what this is. He clings to a desperation to catch even a mirror's slivered glimpse of Haruma. The man's uptight and presentable demeanor has no business with him, and Yuto wants nothing to do with it. He wants the boy he'd held all those years ago when eventide stretched tendrils of shade to clutch at his sheets. He wants the boy he'd ed to tears, breathless and wanton and seeking an escape from something neither of them wished to press labels into. The 'beast' always alluded a different form the moment you identified it. He wants Haruma to tremble, to quake beneath that husk and seep the ardor Yuto had found himself caught in all those years ago.

And he sees it, thinning the surface of his mask and presenting itself like effervescent foam that rolls in before the crashing waves.

He sees the sheen dotting the other's gaze and it takes more willpower than he'd like to admit NOT to withdraw. In all honesty, Haruma's tears had always wrenched him harder than his hands ever could. But before Yuto can press that 'one' spot again--- emit the last drop in the bucket--- Haruma's ringtone jars him from his reverie and he's left behind in stark wonder as the male sweeps past him to answer his cellphone. Yuto's left then to answer to the boy's gaze, no longer as bewildered and bordering accusative. He's fed up already and rightfully so. "We have history---"

"Gee, I could tell that much. Next time, though, can't you leave your 'history' back where you left it? In the past." Yuto stood dumbfounded as the boy retrieved his bag, murmuring something about calling it quits and rescheduling when Yuto wasn't present. He'd have a ty time attempting to explain this to their manager, but that was an issue he could afford to file away for later.

Being the last to abandon the sorely unused studio, Yuto managed himself just beyond the threshold before he spotted Haruma's form. Back hunched, his figure draped against the wall as if it were the last thing holding him up--- not at all a languid stance but one of seething in despair. As he wandered closer, only then did he notice the telltale sign of those quaking shoulders--- and only then did he seal the distance between them, a grip on the elder man's shoulder to wrench him around to face him. Surely enough, in Yuto's horror, he notes the silvery tears trailing down Haruma's pallid cheeks.

"What's wrong---" He's unsure of how he sounds at present--- angry? Worried? Terrified? His gaze falls upon the phone and he muffles an apology as he lifts Haruma's hand to eye it in offense. The call's over, but it was no doubt the source of the other's anguish... among other things. "Haru, ing talk to me. What happened? Who did this? Hey---- look at me." He can't help the way his hands cradle the male's jawline, thumbs sweeping back the tears as they fall. He can't force back the sorrow mirrored in his own gaze, plagued so heavily with an embittered regret. It's as if the years that wedged between them never happened, as if the urge to comfort now far outweighed any other desire Yuto's ever held beyond the urge to avenge his sister.

"Just breathe. Look at me and breathe, Haru."

@ⓔ yuto n。 He couldn't believe this, not at all could Haruma believe that the younger decided to play with him again. That gaze, those words he had to stop himself from attacking him. If he were a wild animal-- maybe a lion or a tiger-- he would rip Yuto's flesh with his sharp teeth only feeling satisfied with the metallic taste of blood and the anguished cries. But he wasn't the type of person to fight others nor did he like that disgusting taste of blood. The only thing he was capable of is fighting with words but he even failed at that only showing his anger through hissing.

“You have no right to know about my personal life.” His answers were short, filled with the sound of irritation and the motion of rolling his eyes. The spark seen in Yuto's eyes took him aback and for a short moment he examined it-- ire? There was no reason for the younger to feel that way-- he had been the one destroying Haruma's life without him this all would have never happened. His parents would still accept him and take care of him, he wouldn't live in that small apartment but in their mansion in Japan. But... maybe his son wouldn't exist and Miura couldn't imagine his life without him anymore. “The only bull are your words of nonsense. Go sneak a look for yourself, you won't find the answers you're searching.” His own head turned spotting the intimidated boy close to him. Seriously, that kid didn't seem to be the right type of person to be an idol. How will he survive interviews or whatever in the future.

“Oh please! Is 'friend' still the right word for this?” Miura couldn't bear that situation anymore. He tried to fight it but Yuto's words and his own squeezed the pain around his heart even tighter. Why did this affect him so much? Why did those memories hurt so much? All of a sudden he noticed the lump in his throat--- was he about to... cry? Frustrated by all of this he massaged his forehead for a while-- not talking, not thinking, not even breathing so the pain in his throat would disappear. Finally the boy started to dance and while watching he could concentrate on work again and ignore the figure in the background who watched them.

Haruma had calmed down once the boy finished his free-style he turned off the music disconnecting his phone and holding it in his hand. “Good job! I'm impressed. Where did you learn those moves? They are quite professional.” As he wanted to show the idol a move that he had to improve his phone rang all of a sudden. “Sorry, I need to take that phone call.” It was his landlord who called him something that almost never happened. “Hello?” He walked outside so the other two wouldn't disturb him again or ask questions about his personal life. 'Miura, the story where your apartment is located burned. We don't know what happened yet but the mess is huge. I'm so sorry, but all your furniture and your things are destroyed.' He couldn't believe the man's words. Was this a prank? Or did anyone decide to ruin his life even more? “But.. you can't be serious..” He was distraught, frustrated and this time the tears managed to fall. “I have no place to go to, I have no other stuff.” Once again he was alone without anyone who would help him in a situation like this. Haru didn't have any close friends where they could stay nor did he have the money to buy new clothes, food, he couldn't even afford to stay at a hotel tonight. 'I'm really sorry, please stay at a friend's place I'll message you once I got more information.' With that his landlord hang up the phone leaving the pitiful male alone.

He hit his head against the close-by wall, tears still running down his cheeks. He had thought that his life would be fine that he wouldn't have any struggles anymore and now everything turned into a huge mess again.

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@ⓔ yuto n。 [E U E <3 <3 <3 <3 Sleep well, honey, sweet dreams ♡]

@ⓢ miura h。 [ HUEHUEHUEEEEE CLEARLY ♡♡♡♡♡ take your time bby! I'm heading to bed anyway u v u ]

@ⓔ yuto n。 [I didn't even notice.......]

@ⓢ taehyung k。 [THE PHONE CALL WAS EXACTLY MY IDEA ARE WE TWINS Thank you <3 I'll reply as soon as possible e u e]