one time Euiwoong was there for Hyungseob

› dated : around december 2018〃

Euiwoong eyes the drawing on his hand. Today, it did not resemble a bear. There was no bright colours on his hand. Just plain black, with just crosses, and crosses and crosses.

“Had a bad day?”

No response. He purses his lips, brain quickly thinking of ways to cheer the latter up. He pulls a pack of coloured markers out of nowhere and sets it on the table. Pulling the first colour out, he colours the inside of the crosses, changing colours every once in awhile. Hyungseob does not reply but Euiwoong knows he’s there. Euiwoong senses droplets of water on his hands after a while, it is not working.

Euiwoong cringes at his poor attempt to make the other feel better. He tried. As he was about to rub the poem off his hand, the itching sensation came, finally.

“I’m not going to lie that was incredibly cringe worthy but made me laugh a little. I hope you don’t aspire to be a poet.”
“Shut up, it’s the effort that counts.” 
“It’s nothing much, don’t worry. I’ve just dropped a little in my dance class ranks.” 
“The other person probably just got lucky, no fret you’ll be back up in no time.” 
“><”
“Shoo, go sleep, don’t think too much.”

Euiwoong sets a reminder at 7am, to check on the latter the next morning when he wakes.