Taemin reached for the handle but it slipped out of his sweaty palm. With the ground sliding out from beneath his feet, he was thrown into a dark room, the heavy door blocking out any natural light.

                He scrambled up to his feet, hoping that maybe the extra bit of height would help him navigate.

                “Taemin, Taemin, Taemin.” He heard from somewhere to his right.

                Too terrified to reach out in the voice’s direction, he tried stepping in the opposite side. He gasped when his back bumped into something, a few fingers wrapping around his neck from behind.

                “Is this what you usually do? Rub up against other guys in the dark? God, faggots are disgusting.” The elder chuckled, securing Taemin in his clasp.

                Taemin shut his eyes tightly. His breaths were suddenly cut in half, his hands reaching up to Seunghyun’s.

                He was being guided now, slammed into a wall. The air was being knocked out of his lungs over and over again.

                Hearing something flick inches away, the light in the room came on. It was very dim, but it was enough for him to see his surroundings.

                “Am I pressing hard enough?” Seunghyun asked. Taemin felt like his neck was going to be snapped. He wasn’t exactly given an option to say stop.

                “Look at me when I talk to you!” The elder demanded seconds before delivering a strong punch to the left side of the blonde’s face. He chuckled soon after cracking his knuckles obnoxiously. “Wow that felt really good. I haven’t gotten my hands on you in a while. You know, I’ve been beating up a lot of people, but none of them were ever as satisfying as you.”

                Taemin wriggled from side to side. His eyes were far past welling up, tears streaming down his cheeks. “See, the most satisfying part is that you struggle, but little enough for it not to make a difference. Who cares if you hit me? You’re too weak for it to hurt, but you still try. Let me show you how it’s done.”

                Swinging again, he took out some of his anger on the blonde’s ribs with the intent of breaking a few. Taemin silently took the beatings, hoping that without a reaction, Seunghyun would get bored and leave. But getting his hands on Taemin after such a long time was something he wouldn’t give up for the world.

                “Does it hurt a lot? I hope you don’t mind but patience isn’t my forte and waiting for a while got the best of me.” He said in a cynical tone.

                “What… did I ever do?” Taemin managed. He coughed, his mouth being filled with the taste of iron and blood.

                “What was that, Taemin-ah?”

                Taemin wouldn’t be able to ask again, not like this. But luckily, he felt the elder’s grip loosen just enough to provide a decent intake of air.

                “What did I ever do… to piss you off so much that you’d- that you’d hound me for years, Seunghyun?!” There was definitely a pause from the attacker. Maybe he hadn’t thought of the answer in a while, maybe he didn’t have one.

                “What did I do?!” Taemin repeated, his limp body tossed across the room when it lifelessly fell to the ground. “I ing heard you the first time!” Seunghyun screeched.

                Taemin went to wipe what he thought was drool leaking from the corner of his mouth but met what was a red stain on his white school shirt. “Then answer me…” He shot back in a barely audible voice.

                The anger had seemed to flow from Seunghyun’s fists all the way to his feet as he delivered powerful kicks to the younger boy’s back.

                The blonde was terrified but at the same time, a sudden calmness set about him. It was as if he was clinging onto life but at the same time, accepted that it was probably going to be taken away from him.

                He closed his eyes, deciding not to wear his body out any more than he needed to. It was already so painful for him, why make it worse?

                Disappointed with the lack of reaction, Seunghyun dropped onto Taemin, pinning his arms down with his knees. He grabbed a tight fistful of the blonde locks and lifted the boy’s head only to slam it back down onto the cold cement.

                He was surprised that he wasn’t knocked out yet; agreeing that it would be better to see what was being done to him rather than being told about it by someone else later.

                Hearing a jingling, Taemin’s eyes shot open, watching the elder rummage through his pockets.

                “Don’t mind me,” he was reassured, as if it mattered, “my keys are poking into my side. Now that they’re in my hand though, I might as well put them to good use.”

                Realizing the meaning behind the statement, Taemin began to fight back all over again. He grabbed at Seunghyun’s wrist, trying to push it away as a key neared his throat.

                “Oh don’t be like this Taemin. You’re already annoying enough.”

                Flipping Taemin onto his stomach, he kept the boy down. It took less than a few seconds for Taemin to feel something cut a line through his skin on his upper back. The blonde hissed but it didn’t nothing more than amuse the elder.

                Some were more bearable than other’s but the ones that cut deep enough ripped sobs out of Taemin’s throat.

                “Stop! Wh-what’s wrong with you?!” He’d yell, receiving an elbow to his head. “It’s disrespectful to talk to your elders like that, Taemin-ah. I’m only doing what’s best for you. The world is a cold, cruel place and the sooner you come into terms with that, the sooner you can properly mature. You wouldn’t want to disappoint those around you by staying childish forever. How would your boyfriend feel?”

                At the mention of Minho, Taemin’s heart sank. He had kept himself being bullied a secret from Minho for ever, it even stopped when Jiyong, for whatever reason, had a change in heart. Now, if he ever survived, how would he face him?

                “Look how bloodied your back is Taemin. Let’s even it out.”

                Once again, he was on his back, wrists pinned down above his head with one hand while Seunghyun’s other hand effortlessly undressed his upper half, revealing his chest.

                “There are so many bruises and it’s swelling already.” He commented, dragging the key down Taemin’s purple torso. “You poor thing.” He taunted, leaning down a biting his damaged skin before planting a small kiss.

                “Don’t touch me!” Taemin screamed, gaining an unexpected amount of strength, enough to tear his arms from Seunghyun’s hold and throws his hands at him, leaving a scratch below the elder’s eye. It was clear that the older boy was infuriated, swiping his weapon across Taemin’s face, a bloody gash created across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. “So that’s what gets you riled up, huh?” He growled, tugging on Taemin’s blood stained hair as he on untouched parts of his body.

                “How is your boyfriend going to feel like finding these? You know, you’re no use in this state. He’ll probably leave you.”

                Taemin wouldn’t be surprised if his bones were broken or his ligaments torn. His commands wouldn’t even translate to his body anymore.

Sit up, he told himself, get up and run. Scream for help, you can do it. Scream, he demanded, but nothing was coming. He felt himself taken under unconsciousness’ wing.

Jongin was surprised when he waited outside of Taemin’s class and everyone except his friend came out. It was lunch, Taemin never skipped lunch, and if he did, he told Jongin where he’d be.

“Maybe he left class early and went to the library?” Jongin thought out loud, checking one last time to see that the class was empty before turning on his heels. He fished out his phone, looking up Taemin’s number, which really, aside from his parent’s and home number, was the only one there.

‘Where are you?’ he sent. When a few minutes he passed, he was surprised to not have gotten a message back. Taemin usually texted back right away. ‘Are you at the library?’ he sent, thinking the elder might have just not felt the first vibration or possibly heard the first ring. Once again, he got no answer. He decided to head up to the library himself in search of the blonde.

Taemin’s consciousness returned as he felt his pockets being dug through, hearing what sounded like his ringtone far off in the distance. It got a bit louder and soon grew distant once more as his cellphone was thrown across the room. He heard a crashing noise and figured that if he survived the ordeal, which was highly unlikely, he’d need to get a new phone.

“Who could possibly care about you enough to need you at this time, hmm?” Seunghyun questioned. “Don’t let anyone fool you, Taemin. Nobody cares about you. Exactly, really, perfectly nobody gives a .”

If Seunghyun’s hands weren’t cutting him up, his lips were enjoying the limited, unharmed flesh dotting his body.

When the elder seemed temporarily satisfied, he stood up; walking across the room to fetch what seemed like either a plank of wood or a baseball bat. It only took a few hits for Taemin to confirm that it was the latter.

He used his remaining power to attempt propping himself up on his elbow, but was soon denied of that too, taking a bat to the head.

Jongin walked through the library doors, looking around. At first glance, the missing boy wasn’t there, so he decided to take a stroll down the main aisle.

Further down, at the corner of the sports section, he saw a familiar face among a group of other unfamiliar ones. “Jiyong hyung!” He called out. Catching the boy’s attention, he got an unexpected glare. “Do I know you?” Jiyong asked, standing to his feet, maintaining a sluggish posture.

“I-I mean yeah-” before Jongin could finished, Jiyong cut him off with an annoyed scoff. “Forget I asked. I’m in the mood for a fight anyways.”

A boy beside him raised his head. “Jiyong, you know this stain?”

Jiyong smirked, shaking his head. “No, but I’ll let my knuckles get acquainted with his face for sure. Be right back.”

Jongin actually felt a slight discomfort as the elder neared him, pulling him out of sight, into one of the less visited aisles. Did he get the wrong guy?

“Sorry.” Was the next thing he heard, “I have to put on a show for them, I hope you don’t mind. Jongin, right? What’s up?”

“O-Oh, nothing, um… I was just wondering if you’ve seen Taemin around. I haven’t heard from him since I left him before class. I mean, it’s not a big issue or anything. He could have just gone somewhere and forgot to tell me as well as coincidently forgetting his phone in his locker. It’s just a bit unusual.”

Jiyong looked as if he was recalled his day, shaking his head along to the silent thoughts. “No, I haven’t seen him at all today except for when I passed by him in the morning. Speaking of which, Seunghyun has also been gone for a while. It’s highly unlikely that they’re together though…”

“Seunghyun?” Jongin asked.

“No, it’s nothing. Anyways, I can call him or text him if you want, but that’s about it.”

“I’m not too worried, but if you could, that would be really helpful. Can I get your number, hyung?”

“Yeah, sure, pass your phone.”

At this point, Taemin wasn’t sure how much time he spent awake and how much he didn’t. His vision was blurry but he could make out streaks of blood on the floor. He kept hearing his phone ringing in the background.

“Isn’t that nice? Look how close but far away you are from any sort of help. I wonder who it could be. The ringtone is nice so I won’t completely destroy your phone just yet.”

Taemin couldn’t focus on words anymore. His ears were flooded by some strange sound his lungs were making as he took in what he counted as his final breaths.

“Where should I hit you next, Taemin-ah?” Seunghyun asked, hovering above him.

“Just kill me already…” Taemin whispered, closing his eyes.

“Now see, that wouldn’t be much fun, would it? It’s the hurting process that’s the best. Killing you would ruin all that,” Seunghyun cleared up, “Hey, I just got an idea. Let’s go back to how we used to be Taemin, you and I. We were so close and now we’ve just fallen apart. It hurts to see you being so distant. What if we start seeing each other like this again? We could have little dates to catch up once a week. That should be enough for your wounds to start mending right? Then I could just reset the process all over again. Breaking a healing wrist, reopening closing wounds, it sounds fun, doesn’t it? It can be just like old time!” Seunghyun mused. “You can look at me with fear in your eyes all over again.”

Taemin shook his head, regardless of the pain. “Aw, don’t be like this Taemin-ah. I’m just trying to fix us.”

The blonde met his predator’s eyes confidently, holding his gaze for a few seconds before spitting on Seunghyun. It was more blood than saliva really.

“I guess if that’s your final answer, then there’s not much we can do, huh? Let’s see what else I can break your bones with.” The elder hummed, getting up and heading over to a rack across the room.

He heard another ring. Sniffling, he was wondering if Minho would be sad that he didn’t get a chance to say good bye before he died.

He was a bit nervous now, thinking of the worst possible scenario.

What if Taemin was kidnapped by a mob for his good looks and was being smuggled across the border into China? What if he decided to run away without telling anyone and ran for it? Taemin wouldn’t do that, would he?

Holding his phone up to his ear ninety nine percent of the time, except when he pulled it away to press redial, he was sure this would result in some radiation seeping in through his skull.

 Making his way through the floors, he had yet to catch a glimpse of the older boy. Sighing, he thought to himself that maybe Taemin didn’t want to be found. Maybe he was having a bad day and wanted to spend time alone. He didn’t turn off his phone though, which bothered Jongin. It meant that somewhere out there, Taemin’s phone was ringing; he just chose not to pick it up or acknowledge it.

Wandering through the halls at school, Jongin was on his way back from the bathroom. The sun was shining, the rays bouncing off the floors and walls tinting the atmosphere in a caramel orange.

                Passing by a large window, he leaned against the sill, relaxing as he watched cars drive by. Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he checked the time.

                2:04 P.M.

                Putting it away, he gave one final stretch and yawn, shoving his hands into his pockets as he turned to make his way back to class.

                The halls were generally quiet, especially on this floor since it had the least classes, consisting mainly of the gymnasium and cafeteria along with offices and storage rooms.

                He heard a muffled noise ahead of him which stood out in contrast with the quiet.

                Turning to the left, he went towards one of the stairwells.

                The noises seemed to be getting louder and clearer but they were still insignificant enough for him to ignore them.

                It wasn’t until he was nearing the next set of doors that an anonymous person spoke up.

Not to him, though. Not near him either. He heard it through a set of closed doors.

“Does this hurt more than the other one?”

He ignored it, not wanting to assume a context. As he reached the stairs, he paused, deciding to call Taemin one last time. It shocked him that after a few rings, he heard the familiar ringtone. Turning around though, he didn’t see the blonde.

Listening quietly, he heard it coming from a nearby room, the same one the other noises seemed to be coming from. When his call ended, so did the melody. Calling once more, he confirmed that it really was Taemin’s phone, it had to be. Once could have been a coincidence, but twice had to mean something.

Calling a third time, he heard an annoyed voice. “Holy ing , that person is desperate as hell! I’ve had enough of it. I liked it at first, but now it’s just getting me irritated. I’m turning your ing phone off.”

When Jongin called for the fourth and last time, he got an automated message, something along the lines of ‘The person you are calling is unavailable’ before it even connected.

He was certain now, stepping up to the door and putting his ear up to it. There was a repeating noise, it was generally steady and sounded like two things colliding. In between, there were grunts.

Carefully, he took the handle, trying to turn it. In the quietest way possible, he discovered that it was locked.

Staring at it, he tried to think of reasons as to why Taemin would be in a locked storage room with someone sounding anything but calm. He also wondered why he didn’t hear Taemin speaking. He heard his phone though, and that was enough to convince him that he was inside.

Pulling out his student card, he slid it into the crack between the doors, making his way down to the lock.

Lock picking was no mystery to him. Living on a farm most of his life left him with enough time to learn all sorts of weird, handy tricks. This just happened to be one of them. He figured that even if he had the wrong people and Taemin wasn’t in there, he could just play it off as an accident, saying that he needed to see if something was inside and that they must have forgotten to lock the door.

Fidgeting with the card, he heard a ‘click’, signalizing that the door had opening. Turning the knob ever so slightly, he peeked inside, confronted by a dark room and a dim light. As his eyes adjusted, he easily made out one person somewhere around the middle, a baseball bat in the hand. There seemed to be some sort of a large sack at their feet. He squinted, trying to make out any more details.  

Soon, the sack had defined legs arms, and a head. A head of blonde hair.

It took a minute for the rest to fade in at its own pace.

“Taemin-ah,” He heard the mysterious, standing person say, “Don’t pass out again.”

So it is Taemin… but them what’s going on-

                Before he could finish his though, he watched the person raise the bat over their head and swing it down, hitting Taemin’s side before a sharp sob was heard.

                Jongin couldn’t believe his eyes. He instantly felt nauseas, like he was going to vomit.

                On a fight or flight instinct, he ran inside, his unforeseen entrance making it easy to steal the bat straight from Seunghyun’s hands without a fight. Not giving it a second thought, he swung it and hit the boy’s head.

                “What the ?” Seunghyun groaned, clenching onto where he was hit, his head now pulsing.

                “Don’t ing touch him!” Jongin yelled, hitting him again several times until he was nearly at Taemin’s level. “You listen to me,” The youngest demanded, his face still unseen, “You’re tired and dizzy. I have the upper hand and can easily outrun you! You can try to fight me, but it won’t work in your favour, let me assure you of that. If you don’t get out of here right now, I’ll have you identified. I’ll easily run to the office and alert authorities. I don’t think that’s what you’d want.”

                When Seunghyun tried standing up, already preparing for a fight, Jongin hit him again, knocking him back down. “I’m not playing around! Get the hell out of here!”

                Seunghyun was unbelievably infuriated. His face was a bright red and his eyebrows were as furrowed as they’ve ever been in his life. He knew this was a losing battle though and he knew that he didn’t have much choice; especially since whoever was hitting him seemed to be just about as strong as he was, stronger now that Seunghyun used up a lot of his energy on the blond.

                He raised his hands in defeat, something he’d never done before, staring at the ground as he walked backwards towards the doors.

                “Taemin, you just try to ing identify me to anyone and next time I really will kill you,” was Seunghyun’s last threat before he vanished.

                Making sure he was gone, Jongin dropped to his knees beside Taemin, panicked, afraid to meet his eyes.

                “Taemin? Taemin answer me!” He begged, pulling the limp body into his lap. He noticed a smudged pool of blood where he had just picked Taemin up.

                “Taemin?” He asked.

                The older boy finally opened his eyes, realizing who it was. He burst into tears, ignoring the pain as he tried to grasp onto him, shaking. “Jongin…” He cried.

                Jongin began crying too, seeing the broken state of the boy. His clothes were covered in blood and his face was barely recognizable.

                “Taemin, oh God… I’m so sorry… I’m so sorry I didn’t find you sooner… I’m so sorry…” He cried, afraid of how much he was hurting the blonde just by holding him in his arms.

                He held on tightly, so relieved to see someone. Sure it hurt, stung, burned, itched, tingled, throbbed, ached, prickled, and everything in between, but he finally felt safe.

                The younger boy was surprised that the first sentence to come out of the injured boy’s mouth was, “Don’t tell Minho…”

                “What?” Jongin asked, unsure of whether he heard it correctly or not.

                “Please… don’t let Minho find out… he can’t know…”

                He wanted to argue, say that Minho could help him, that Minho might know where to take him, ask why telling Minho would be a problem, but he couldn’t find it within himself to debate with a bawling boy.

                “Okay,” He whispered, afraid of kissing Taemin’s head, “We need to take you to the hospital.”

                Lying in the hospital bed, Taemin was all cleaned up and bandaged. Although the dried up blood was gone, the bruises still left his skin in a mess. He looked up at the doctor who kept asking what really happened but Taemin just repeated the same lie over and over, “I fell down a hill”.

                He was told that several of his ribs were broken and that they would mend in no time, but that his ankle was twisted and his arm had been fractured and required a cast for a few weeks. His hips were also damaged and it was suggested that he doesn’t walk for a while, that he could get a note to excuse him from school until his body was well enough to carry itself. Luckily though, the doctor said, none of his cuts got infected. If he kept the swollen parts iced, that would also cease to hurt sooner than later. The doctor wanted to keep him in the hospital overnight just in case as well, monitoring his brain as he saw his head had taken quite the beating and a concussion was a worry of his.

                There was some more talking but he stopped listening, simply nodding until the doctor caught on and decided to give him a break. A few minutes later, Jongin was allowed to enter under the condition that he wouldn’t disturb the boy too much, Taemin needed rest.

                He pulled a chair up beside the bed, taking a seat.

                “Hey,” He whispered.

                “Hey.”

                “How are you feeling?”

                “Alive.”

                Afraid of hurting the boy anymore, he passed on resting his forehead on the blonde’s stomach and took his hand instead. It was bandaged all the way from his wrist to the tips of his fingers.

                Despite his condition, Taemin smiled, and Jongin found himself crying again.

                “Jongin…” He began, “You should go back to school. You’re missing classes.”

                “Do you think I care about that right now?” Jongin asked through blurry eyes, “There was a pool of blood underneath you Taemin… I thought I was going to throw up…”

                Taemin giggled quietly. “Sorry for being so gross.”

                Jongin raised his voice, causing Taemin to flinch. “Do you think this is a joke, Taemin?! You could have died!”

                The blonde seemed to shrink back, all the white bandages causing him to blend in with the sheets. “I wouldn’t have… I really believed I was going to die but looking back on it, he wouldn’t have killed me. Almost, but he would have left me alive. What good is a dead body to him? It’s not fun torturing a corpse…”

                Jongin dropped his head against the mattress, his voice shaking, “Stop talking about it so calmly… stop being so composed about something so morbid… Taemin, I love you… do you know how much it hurts me having to see you like this? Do you know how sick I would have felt if I heard that you died less than a hundred meters away from me and I couldn’t have done anything to stop it?”

                His shoulders were shaking as he wiped his eyes on the soft, bedding.

                “I’m sorry,” Taemin whispered apologetically, reaching over to ruffle Jongin’s hair. After a moment of silence, he spoke up again. “Can I tell you a secret?”

                The younger boy looked up, fixing his posture as he nodded.

                “This isn’t the first time he’s hurt me.”

                “What?” Jongin asked, his jaw slowly dropping.

                “It’s been a while, but not really. Before I met Minho, I used to get beat up all the time. Minho even saved me once in the park, but I don’t really think he knew what he was saving me from… Anyways, since I got beat up so often, it was never this severe. Jiyong… he used to beat me up too. We’d get into fights in the middle of the hallways.”

                “Really?” Jongin interrupted, “But aren’t you and Jiyong hyung friends?”

                “Yeah. He told me a while after I started hanging out with Minho that I seemed to have grown a backbone so maybe that was something he found interesting. I guess from then he decided it was more interesting having me around as a friend rather than a punching bag? I don’t know, you’d have to ask him. I still don’t know why he changed his ways. But aside from that, for whatever reason, he seemed to keep me out of, um; the guy who beat me up’s way. Long story short, Jiyong was the reason that my encounters with that guy became more and more scarce until they completely ceased. I guess that’s why this time around, he went to such extremes. You know, since he had so much pent up anger.”

                Jongin, although still a bit confused, nodded along understandingly. “Okay, but what’s the secret?” He asked.

                “That’s it.” Taemin stated. “None of my friends, beside Jiyong, know I’ve been bullied, and he only knows because he was the bully himself at one point.”

                “Wait, no one at all?”

                “Nope. Not Ruki, not Heechul, not that new kid, what’s his name, Minjung or something, and especially not Minho.” He put extra emphasis on the last part.

                “How come?”

                Taemin shrugged, “Looking back on it, I guess I just thought that I didn’t want them to worry about me.”

                “Well now everyone’s going to worry about you when they find out.”

                “That’s exactly why it’s a secret, Jongin. I told you, but now you can’t tell anyone else.”

                “But when Minho comes by after school-”

                “Look, just tell him that I went home early because I wasn’t feeling well.”

                “And if he comes over?”

                “Jongin, you’re smart. You can make something up.”

                “Why don’t you want him to know, though?”

                “Because he’d worry and I don’t want him to worry. Please… understand Jongin…”

                Giving in to the boy’s pleas, the younger boy nodded. “Okay, fine. When are we leaving?”

                “You’re going to leave soon; I have to stay for the night.”

                Jongin sighed, but he didn’t argue or question anything.

                “Can I tell you a secret too?” Jongin asked.

                Taemin smiled gently, caressing Jongin’s cheek. “Sure.”

                “When I first saw you,” Jongin started, pausing, “I thought you were dead. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I thought that the next step would be to kill the guy who hurt you and then kill myself.” He admitted, looking at the stitches sadly decorating Taemin’s body.

                “You’re not allowed to kill yourself. Ever.” Taemin stated sternly, looking up at the ceiling. “If you do then I’ll never be able to rest in peace and I’ll end up back on earth, haunting the elderly or something.”

                Jongin found himself chuckling at the sad thought. “I’ll go home and make you something to eat, okay? I’ll come back in a few hours. When are visiting hours over?”

                Taemin shrugged. “Nine or ten?”

                “I see. Okay, well that more than enough time. I’ll be back around five probably. Do you want me to bring you anything? A book, a game, anything?”

                The blonde shook his head. “I’m fine, Jongin. It’s only one night. Bringing food is already more than enough. I mean, I can just grab dinner here.”

                “No, they probably don’t have what you like and their food tastes bad anyways. I’ll feed you ice cream later too. Vanilla or chocolate?” He asked.

                “And if I say both?” Taemin teased.

                “Then that’s fine too. I’ll bring anything you want. Oh, and one more thing. The screen is pretty cracked but it still works from what I can tell.” Jongin said, handing Taemin his cellphone. The elder examined it under the bright lights, nodding.

                “Thank you. Not just for this, for everything. And please, don’t tell-”

                “Minho.” Jongin finished, “I got it, I won’t tell him. I’m going to go now. Rest, okay?”

                Taemin nodded, “Okay.”

                Jongin leaned over the bed, placing his hands on the sides of Taemin’s head as he leaned down and gave the boy a soft kiss.

                “I won’t take long. Sleep for now.”

                Taemin agreed, closing his eyes.

                When Jongin had left, leaving him along, he pulled out his phone, writing a message to Minho.

                “Hyung, please don’t come pick me up after school.
                  I was feeling lightheaded so I went home early.
                  Also, you don’t need to stop by.
                  I’m fine.
                  Don’t check up on me, okay?
                  See you some other time.
                  I love you~
                  Bye, bye~
                  \(^0  ^\  )”
 

                Deciding it was innocent enough, he pressed ‘send’, turning his phone off and going to sleep.

 A/N: I've been sick with a 38+°c/101+°f fever since Thrusday TT TT it . Luckily I had enough time to finish the chapter on Friday so I spent the rest of the weekend relaxin/working on another fic in bed (TaeKai, may I add~)