~annyeong...umm im like super sorry~

haven't updated in like forever... -.-'

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this chapter is to Sakura Aimi

thank for reminding me...so distracted lately

but thank you! i love you :3

well enough excuses...here ya go

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It was about two in the morning. Seunghyun maknae had crashed, Daesung had passed out on the floor and Youngbae had recruited Seunghyun into assisting him with cleaning the studio. The last thing they needed was for the higher ups to come and check on the studio and find it a complete mess. They has insisted that Jiyong sit and rest. They had come to the agreement of Jiyong going home with Seunghyun, mainly because he used to live there and there was a room for him, unlike at the other guys' place. The place wasn't that far, so Jiyong insisted that they not bother taking a cab. Therefore, since he was a little wobbly, his friends made him sit while they took care of the cleanup. He was not happy about that. He didn't like being pushed of to the side while others did all the work for him. Tae and Hyung just brushed it off as though it was no problem, and it really wasn't. Jiyong couldn't, for the life of him, figure out why this was bothering him so much.

When the two had finished their cleaning, Seunghyun helped Tae lug the dead weight of their friends down to their van. They dumped them in the back and slammed the door shut. "This was really great...Jiyong-ah, we don't have any rehearsals or any other important stuff to do tomorrow...so, just take a load off and rest, okay?" Youngbae said as he wrapped the blonde in his arms. "Youngbae-ah, stop worrying about me...but I think I might crash as soon as I hit carpet." he smiled at Seunghyun. By now, Seunghyun was very twitchy. Jiyong was coming home. Home. A place that had been deprived of his presence for five years...the time with the rest of the guys was fun and great and all, like Tae said but...what would happen when they were alone? Would Jiyong turn into the one in his dreams? Be the cruel and merciless person Seunghyun knew he was capable of being? He was uneasy about the whole thing, and he didn't like it, not one bit.

As the two waved at the back of their friends' van, an awkward silence crept between the two. Without a word, they both headed towards the apartment. The air around them thickened as each became more apprehensive towards the other. Neither sure what to do or what would happen. The walk took about ten minutes total, but dragged on for what felt like an eternity to them. They avoided the others looks as Seunghyun held the building door for Jiyong. They avoided each others looks when they both went to press the button in the elevator. They paused in front of the door to the apartment, finally meeting eyes. Seunghyun pulled out his key chain from his pocket and rifled through until he came to the correct one. He then proceeded to unlock and open the door, waving Jiyong in. Jiyong nodded to the taller and stepped inside the place he used to live.

~Jiyong's pov~

"Welcome back Jiyong-ah..." Hyung said so low that I had to strain my ears to catch it. I smiled back at him and told him thank you in an equally low tone. I looked around, not much had changed since I had left. The only things I noticed that were different was the items I had broke during my rampage back then. Everything else was the same. I figured if I were to look in my old room, nothing would have been touched, well except for the carpet and shelves. Seunghyun would've dusted and vacuumed, I guess. He used to be the biggest clean freak. Most of the time I was grateful for his O.C.D. Because I had the problem of forgetting to pick things up or clean regularly with my schedule. Seunghyun was definitely a help in that area. As I spaced, I noticed that Seunghyun had closed the door and was now leaning against it, as though he were scared to actually be in the same room with me alone. I shrugged off my backpack and set on the floor by my feet. Next I put my arms above my head and stretched as though I could reach the sky. It had been a long day, I hadn't noticed it until the possibility of sleep emerged. I looked back at Seunghyun again. He looked really uncomfortable and really anxious. I put on my biggest smile and walked over to him. "Hyung? You haven't changed this place at all, have you?" I said in my child-like voice. He raised his glace from the floor to meet mine. He honestly looked surprised. He smiled at me. A real Choi Seunghyun smile, the kind I had missed all these years. He straightened his posture as though some gigantic weight had been lifted from him. He seemed to breathe easier and his walk was more stable as he closed the distance between us. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders, for our height difference was too great to hug my waist (he had explained this to me several years earlier), He didn't crush me to him, it was just a simple 'welcome home' hug. But there was no way he could possibly know what it meant to me. It showed me my worries may have been a little extreme, of course I still believed vehemently in their truth, but maybe not as severe.

"Umm..." I looked up, trying to avoid hyung's eyes. "I-I know I said we could discuss...ahnooo..that.." Hyung cut me off. "Let's not worry about that right now." I backed away from him to get a clear look at his face. From his actions throughout the night, I could tell he was just as worried as I was. I wasn't sure if it was the same, but still. He was never one to put things off. "Look, we're both exhausted and half dead. Lets wait until we're conscious, eh?" I could just kiss him, that carpet comment I had made to Tae was no joke. [end pov]

~Seunghyun's pov~

As soon as I said for us to put off talking, I could see the relief wash over him. I picked up his bag from the floor and placed my hand on his shoulder. I wanted some sort of confirmation, I think. To make sure he was really here. Though the thought of the chances of my fears being real terrified me...I was still exuberant that he was home. I guided him to his room. I knew perfectly well, he knew where it was, but I needed an excuse to be by him.

When we reached the door, I paused, which made Jiyong turn to look at me. I handed him his bag and waited for him to open his door. His lips curled in a shy smile as he took the bag from my hand. He bowed slightly and turned to go into his room. As he disappeared, I whispered a soft 'goodnight' and continued down the hallway to my room.

Inside my room, the blankets were still in their piled state on the floor from this mornings nightmare. After replacing them, I turned toward the small bath. I needed a shower. Scolding hot water pouring down and turning my skin to a dull red sounded strangely soothing right about then.

That night, as I laid in my bed, I couldn't help but think about the person down the hall. I wasn't alone anymore...but what if I screamed again? Now that he was here, in the same building, the same apartment as me, the nightmares were sure to be horrific. How would I explain to him? Somehow I managed to put that out of my mind, and fall into a dead sleep. It wasn't pleasant...but there were no nightmares, so it was amazing.

But there was a dream. The strangest dream...I had the smallest feeling that someone had come into my room, sat on my bed, and just watched me, not saying a word. I shook it off, and tried so desperately to return to that dead silence, but I found no such luck. I woke up calmly for once, for which I thanked the gods for not making me have to explain things to him.

I showered and walked out into the kitchen in my sweat pants, toweling my hair. There he stood, his back to me, in front of the stove, with his head down as though he were staring at something. I sniffed at the air, and realized why I couldn't go back to sleep. He was burning something, for if my memory was correct, he was not the most talented in the kitchen. Stifling a laugh, a walked up behind him, took the spatula from his hand, and turned off the burner. A few seconds later, he jumped away from me, as though startled. Then I chuckled. "Delayed reaction?" I questioned him with a smirk as I went to run some hot water. For some reason, I was acting a lot braver then I felt...Seunghyun...wheres this confidence coming from...?

~Jiyong's pov~

Last night, after he'd said goodnight to me, I heard the shower turn on in his room. I listened to sound of the water, which eventually ended up putting me to sleep. I had woken somewhere around four, only about two hours since we'd parted ways with the guys. 'He's down the hall,' the thought kept invading my mind, 'just ten feet away...in the next room over.' things like these pestered me until I decided it was time for a drink. I knew hyung had always kept orange juice in the fridge, even though it was a drink only me and him liked, I knew he'd have it.

I grabbed a small glass and was on my way back to my bed,when I heard it, faint whimpering noises. The kind only made when one is in too deep a sleep to notice. I approached the door slowly. This was something entirely new. In all the years since I had known him, he was never one to talk in his sleep, let alone whimper.

It wasn't locked, which surprised me, he was a paranoid one. The room was mostly dark, but he shades over the window were pushed back, illuminating the area with a soft glow from Seoul's night life. Just like the rest of the apartment, this room hadn't changed either. The large queen sized bed situated in the center of the north wall, along side the room-length window. The window sill still buried in various gifts from fans. His body was curled into a tight ball in the mountain of blankets, I trend carefully as to not wake him. The red and black plaid sheets covered most of his body, though his face was left visible. Lines of wet residue streaked their way down his cheekbones. The sight was almost painful. Very cautiously, I straightened out his body, limb by limb, until he was sleeping in the position I remember him in. A few time times, he sighed or made the whimpering noise but always curled back into the grips of sleep. I could have sworn I felt him leaning into my touch...I sat down at the end of the bed, just watching his chest rise and fall in the rhythmic pattern of sleep as he calmed, and the tension left his body. I watched him sleep for what seemed like hours, that peaceful rhythm...so many times did I almost fall asleep, but as usual I fought the urges and returned to my own room, confident that the rest of his night would pass in comfort.

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