Himchan has lost weight. I notice this as I carry him up the several flights of stairs to get to his apartment - and I praise myself lucky that he lives on the third floor and not on the tenth. His body feels lighter than I am used to and his limbs are notably skinnier, wrapped around my neck and hips. He's less flesh and more bone and it's worrisome.

I've done this enough times to know where the spare key is so I can easily let myself into his apartment. The place is tidy. I know he doesn't spend much time there, so that might be the reason for that. I steer directly towards the bedroom and drop Himchan off on the bed and proceed to pull off his clothes until he is down to his underwear. The color of his skin rivals the white sheets in paleness. I pull the blanket over his skinny - too skinny - form and make my way towards the door.

A hand shoots out to grip at the hem of my shirt. "Youngjae-yah," he whines out all slurred and almost incomprehensible. "Why doesn't he like me?" My heart stings as I watch a couple of tears make their way down his cheeks. "That f-ing Bang Yongguk. I do e-everything to make him l-like me. Wh-why...? Why doesn't h-he...?" The rest of his question is eaten up by sobs.

I plop down on the edge of the bed, running my fingers soothingly through his short, damp hair. "I don't know, Hime," I mutter. His skin tastes salty as I press my lips to his forehead. "He's an idiot. Get some sleep."

I motion to get up again, but he catches me off guard and pulls me into bed with him. His breath is heavy and smells like alcohol as it shoots against my face. "Don't leave me, Youngjae-yah," he whimpers. He sounds so pathetic that it makes my stomach turn. "Please don't leave me, please. Please." I sigh heavily in defeat and allow him to kiss me while he shoves his hand down my pants.

I ignore the way he calls out the wrong name as usual.

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A/N: this, I guess.
there's not a lot of himjae interaction, so here's this: