"Hey, you okay?" Jiwon looked worried.

"Not really," Hanbin focused back on the road in front of him.

"You wanna talk about it?"

"Nope."

"Okay." That was the nice thing about Jiwon. The two had gone to middle school together, and it was fair to say that the bunny-toothed boy knew him almost better than he knew himself.

"So the thing with Chanwoo went well," Jiwon switched topics.

"Yeah, I'm really glad." That was true. When Chanwoo had found them again at the end of lunch, long after Junhoe had snuck away again, Donghyuk had frantically asked how the younger felt about two of his things being in a relationship.

The freshman had given them a strange look, nearly giving all the older boys a heart attack.

"You and Yunhyeong-hyung?"

Donghyuk had nodded and looked close to tears.

"That's cute." Chanwoo graced them all with his dimples again.

Hanbin had chuckled and ruffled the tall boy's hair. "We're glad you're okay with it."

"Why wouldn't I be?" Chanwoo had looked confused. "It doesn't matter what gender someone is when it comes to love, right?"

Jiwon laughed from where he was now in the passenger seat. "He's innocent isn't he. Like a kid or something."

Hanbin hummed in agreement. "He doesn't seem very settled."

"What do you mean?"

"It's like he hasn't been able to grow into himself yet. Maybe he's moved around a lot and hasn't had the time to really settle down and figure himself out."

"Could be," Jiwon nodded as Hanbin rolled to a stop outside his house. "Hey, text me if you need me, okay?"

"I will," Hanbin promised.

~

When he got home, Hanbin checked his phone and sighed. He'd made it a habit to keep the small device away from him while he was driving. A habit which proved once again to be handy when he saw the little notifications telling him that he'd missed about 50 texts and 20 calls from the same number.

Hanbin sighed and blocked it, deleting the texts without even looking at them and wiping his call log.

The house was quiet. Nobody would be home for hours. So as he pulled out his homework, Hanbin made sure to put in some music.

When he was done with that he sighed and looked around. The house was too big, too quiet. So he pulled out a small linoleum plate from his bag, as well as a set of carving tools and went to fetch his hair dryer.

He'd always liked making things. The printmaking class he was taking now helped him to distract and indulge himself, as he carefully carved an image out of the plate, stopping occasionally to blow warm air on the image to make the process easier.

When his mother came home, it was with a great clattering of keys and bumping of bags. She glared at him for a moment. "Homework done?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Clean the table and turn off the noise."

Hanbin did so, watching as she dragged herself into her room and slammed the door.

The sound echoed in the big emptiness around him.

Hey there!

So from now on all the chapters should be longer. Think of these first six as like a type of intro. 

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