Jongin opened the door to his apartment to see Sehun lying on the sofa with his shirt lying beside him on the ground. Jongin shook his head, this boy really couldn’t sleep on a sofa with his shirt on could he; he walked over and sat on the ground next to Sehun as he placed his hand over Sehun’s hand, noticing the creases on his forehead. He had been frowning in his sleep as his head moved slightly once in awhile.

Sehun was running towards the departure gates in the crowded airport while bumping into the crowds of people surrounding him. He clutched his ring tightly as he ran as fast as he could, sweat trickling down his temples – he had to get to the departure gates before he left. Biting his lips, he hurled himself forward as he saw the departure gates come into sight. As he spotted the familiar tall build standing before him, he slowed down slightly and allowed himself to run towards him freely.

“Rei!” Sehun shouted as he sighed and continued rushing over. Yet there was no response. “Rei?” Sehun’s voice had become a slight whimper. He watched as the figure turned around and smiled at him gently before walking allowing the guard to check his passport and left without turning back. Sehun collapsed onto the ground and watched his frame grow smaller as he became more distant.

“You’re really gone huh.” Sehun pulled the ring off his finger and toyed with it in his fingers as he slouched against the wall in the middle of the airport, gaining inquisitive stares from the people around him. He glared back at them in despair as they would turn back and walk away quickly. He felt as though he was frustrated enough, his anger sufficed to give him the driving force to take someone’s life – or perhaps take his own life. He sighed and slammed the floor beside him as he shouted. Bringing his legs closer to his chest, he sat there and allowed his tears to flow freely.

“Sehun. Sehun are you okay?” Jongin shook Sehun slightly as he started to move about in his sleep, the frown getting deeper. At Jongin’s calls, he jolted awake and hurled himself back up while panting heavily. Jongin hurriedly got up and sat beside Sehun while patting his back, “Bad dreams?”

“Yeah.” Sehun sighed as he leant forward and supported his head with his fist. His migraine was acting up again as he reached into his pocket for his painkillers, only to find an empty bottle. Roaring, he threw the bottle across the room as it hit the ground and formed a crack in its brownish body, breaking itself into two – just like how his head was about to split; the time his feelings were trodden with no hoot given. He felt tears being squeezed out of his eyes as he shut his eyes tightly. This had been the sid