> everything is here, in your head. Painted in gold, shines brightly. Oh, come on, you like truperys. 

 

Because craziness, from what he heard, doesn't hurt - Sehun trully wanted to split. It burns, it hurts and tears apart. 

For parts. Golden parts. 

 

It bites like a dog, no, like two furious dogs, really. It lints with teeth and painfully claws, till nothing is left.

No thing.

Nothing.

Absolutely and indisputably.

One, two, three.

With redness and gold swimming trought the wrists.

Is it real?

 

Scream - Stop.

One, two, three.

Count - Breath in.

One, two, three.

Breath out.

 

- Sehun, Sehunnie, calm down.

- Jongin?

Short

answer? Probably answer, because talk is long, anyway longer that three breaths full of golden dust. 

- Where are we?

- In our home.

- How much fingers do i have?

- Five in both hands and five in both feets.

- Does Kim Jisoo's face is still smashed by the baseball bat?

- Yes.

- Good.

 

One, two, three.

One, two, three.

One, two-

Jongin hugged him, and Sehun for equally three seconds held his breath to, a moment later, break like a sand castle into crying mess in his lovers arms.