Breathing
Description
Himchan sees the world in shades of dingy grays and Jongup can never quite understand. Sadness seems to seep from the very bones of the older man, slowly corroding at a stuggling psyche while he fights to keep his head above water. The world is ugly; but Jongup is there, in full color, and simplistically beautiful.
Foreword
spur of the moment writing hehe ;;
(I wasn't planning on making this a chaptered fic but if I can think of more stuff I'll do it, I guess???)
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