Byungjoo found the strength in himself to scoop the crying boy up into his arms. Sure it wasn't the easiest task, but Hansol didn't wiggle around as usual. Turning to go into his room, the male stared hard at the group of s looking at him. Groaning quietly, he swallowed the sudden lump in his throat and frowned deeply. "Don't you guys have anything better to do than watch my life go up in flames?" He mumbled,coldly as he carried the sobbing Hansol into his room. It was a relief for the smaller boy, as he hated looking weak in front of people. He wanted them to act as if nothing was wrong, but everyone who knew Hansol could tell if something was wrong simply by his attention span. If he was happy, he was alert and always the first one to laugh along with a joke. If he was sad, he's stare at nothing. Hansol let himself be sat down on his boyfriends bed, sniffling as he reached up to wipe at his eyes. Byungjoo had stood in front of him, arms crossed over his chest as he watched the other. Nearly falling backward onto the bed, Hansol sat up farther, now leaning over his knees. Silence, Hansol hated it. He looked up at him, his mouth going dry and his voice going with it. Byungjoo looked mad, he didn't like it when he made him angry. Bjoo never yelled at him, only grumbled at him and turned away from him when frustrated. The guilt began to eat both of them inside out, since neither of them knew what had made their solid wall of protection break like glass thrown on the floor. "Hansol-ah." He could almost hear the sound of Hansol jolt, just as the silence snapped in half. "What's... What's going on? I need your side, I need to know how  I can fix it, how I can get you back." "I never left..." He sadly smiled, approaching him and kneeling down on the bed beside him. Resting his palm on Hansols knee, Byungjoo sighed. "I wish that was true." His eyes averted themselves from  his, and they both sat quietly. It was quiet until Byungjoo reached over