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YeoSang sat in a chair in the living room, staring at his phone screen. His reflection looked back at him through the black screen while he just thought. He wasn't really sure about what though. He just thought. Seonghwa is asleep in his room while he seems to suffer from sleep deprivation. His mind can't stop recalling the scene of Seonghwa coming home all drunk and smelling shit. What bothers him more is that familiar ring he saw in his hands. He surely met the one who owned it but why does he have it back with himself?

Suddenly a buzz came from his phone and his screen lit up,his reflection dying out from the darkness' sudden absence. YeoSang looked at the screen to find a message.

Yunho
Don't forget to hear my lovely voice tonight, it'll give you beautiful dreams<3

YeoSang chuckled for once, shaking his head after reading the text. "This dude won't stop, would he?" YeoSang muttered to himself in the dimly lit living room before switching the screen off as he saw it turn back to black and reflect his face yet again. Only if Yunho knew that nothing could get him to sleep right now. His voice is a far topic to begin with. Yet after all the chaos, YeoSang is now sitting in his room, earplugs on and his phone searching for a particular radio station. "At least it will make time go by faster I guess."

YeoSang closed his eyes for once, his head resting at the back of the chair as he heard the familiar voice float in. 'Welcome to Harry's radio night! How I missed you all and how I am back again with a pack full of music and fun tonight! Are you all ready?" YeoSang curled his lips at that voice slightly. He sometimes envied Yunho alot. How Yunho seemed happy and cheerful without any worries everytime he saw or heard him. Yeah, he sometimes maybe weird with him but in the end he is at least himself.

And him? He doesn't even know what it is like to not be controlled. People say his features are like an anime character and now that he thinks, he truly is an anime character after all. Just like how the characters are controlled by the writer, he is controlled by his parents. Just like how today everything went upside down, just... because of him. If only he would have said something else and ran after Seonghwa. If only he would have asked them to leave and not let Seonghwa do it. If only...

'Okay our first request for tonight is by XXXX. And they have requested for Life goes on by BTS. A really beautiful song there!'  There was YeoSang perking his ears up on the name of the song, eyes closed still. The way the music started, and the beautiful voices blended together to give YeoSang's ears the calm he once was looking for but not fully yet. It was as if the worries and pressure were still playing around happily at the back of his head. He doesn't know what exactly will happen in the future but right now, he can tell that one or the other moments in the future will bring worse than this if things were to continue like this.

As the song beared it's end, YeoSang felt his eye lids grow heavier by a slight bit until it stopped and another voice floated it's way through the earplugs waking him up from the almost-future-guest of his eyes. 'Thanks for the lovely request. Now moving onto our next request by XXXX. 'Hey Harry! It's been a month since I started my new job and my boss is a really annoying person. I often need to stay up till late because of the work and your show helps alot while doing so. I want to request 'Wave' by ATEEZ. This song really helps me feel less stressed.'.'

YeoSang just breathed calmly waiting for the song to curl in his ears when the soothing music made him relax at its starting. The lyrics were beautiful, that slightly different voice was all YeoSang could need to fall asleep but when the song hit the chorus, YeoSang found out that particular voice shouting Hakuna Matataya would not give him such an apportunity as he broke out into a small smile at the thought. All in all he found that Yunho's show was something helpful afterall.

Half an hour later, who knew YeoSang would be sound asleep because of the show itself.

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The bright morning the next day brought several feelings to several people. One side there was Yunho who still slept peacefully after finding out how YeoSang had actually read the message and wished the other actually listened to it; The other side sat a YeoSang in bed after a sudden call from his parents. Unhappy about it, YeoSang had still answered it like the obedient child he was only for him to end up with his eyes buldged out of their sockets.

'No. This can't happen.'

This line rang multiple times in YeoSang's head as he tried to form out a protest. "D-Dad, but i-" Interrupted by the gruff voice of his dad, YeoSang heard the last words echo through his head before the call hung up. Left with silence, YeoSang sat still on his bed in confusion, utter shock, and any other possible feeling but for half an hour he couldn't even make out if he could even move or not.

He never imagined this to come like this and so early. That's when a thought hit his mind. Seonghwa.

He had to check on the older. Immediately shuffling out of his covers, YeoSang stuffed his feet into his fluffy slippers carelessly before getting out of his room towards the other end where Seonghwa's room door stood, silence radiating it. YeoSang stopped as soon as he reached the door when he remembered last night. Sighing, YeoSang raised his hand to turn the cold metal knob when he suddenly retreated his hand. Turning around, YeoSang walked away from Seonghwa's room towards the kitchen instead.

Soon enough the kitchen was filled with sounds of sizzles of something frying, clattering of the spatula against the metal pan and most of all smell of delicious food. YeoSang may not seem like it but he can cook basic food, he just doesn't prefer wasting time into it. However, he really would agree it's been long since he cooked and somehow he is enjoying it. Placing the food like a restaurant chef was never his job nor did he ever wonder why Seonghwa did that when he cooked, maybe that was his OCD acting up on thr plate but YeoSang cared less about that.

The air in the apartment smelled like breakfast, a breakfast like never before if YeoSang were to exaggerate his efforts as he carried the tray towards the older's bedroom. Hands occupied by the tray, did YeoSang forget his manners and tried to turn the door knob by his foot and almost topple the food all over himself? Yes, he did. At last when realisation hit upon himself, he sighed and kept the tray on the floor and opened the door slowly.

The room beyond the confines of that door sat silently, lights switched off as if never switched on to begin with. However, he switched them on for better sight. Slight smell of alcohol floating through the air to have YeoSang scrunch up his tiny nose in a grimace. The figure on the bed slept peacefully, steady breathing unlike last night's life rush and alcohol stimulation. Sweat beads had already greeted their goodbye and Seonghwa lay there distrotedly, something YeoSang never saw from his neatness freak self.

YeoSang stared at his friend, not having the heart to wake him up just yet but maybe Seonghwa could unconsciously read minds as a slight hitch to his breath followed right that moment, but honestly he was just a light sleeper. YeoSang's eyebrows raised as he rushed towards Seonghwa after placing the tray of breakfast aside. "Hwa.." The soft baritone trail had Seonghwa's buzzing head feel slightly at ease.

Last night's alcohol was still rushing through his system but in a torture rather than a haze anymore, the busking and thumping within the walls of his brain had him want to puke and at the thought of it, his eyes creased into a wince. Hand reaching up to clutch onto his sweaty locks, Seonghwa whined in pain. Yeosang knew better than to overreact and scream, rather he rushed to get Seonghwa the glass of juice he had prepared earlier.

Helping the older up to sit, Yeosang held the juice close to Seonghwa's lips. Eyes with worry scanning Seonghwa's pale countenance. "Where were you last night?" Yeosang's lips tumbled those words out into an inquiry, Seonghwa slightly stiffened at the thought. Where was he last night to be honest? Wincing, the pain throbbing through his head at that thought, Seonghwa closes his eyes shut gathering Yeosang's attention. "I don't really...remember but maybe...Itaewon?" Seonghwa mumbled softly before quietening down. Yeosang's eyes widened slightly at that.

"What about this ring on your finger by the way?" Now, he questioned his actual worry. Seonghwa blinked at that, slightly confused out of his blurry last night memories before raising his right hand. There wasn't any ring on it. "Left." Yeosang directed his attention to his left hand. Seonghwa's eyes fell upon his ring finger adorned by a very familiar ring.

"Mingi..."

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HYUNG!! I WILL BE LEAVING!"

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