ʀᴏᴏғᴛᴏᴘ ғɪɢʜᴛ - ɴᴄᴛ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ

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chenle had fallen asleep on his bed, paying no mind to the pair on the bed beside him watching a movie. the boy was in such a deep sleep, not even both of their sniffles woke him up

"god, we must look so cute right now," seorin said, wiping away her tears at the impact of the movie and opening her phone camera to check out her face after crying

jisung leaned in to look at himself and pouted, "you look cute but i look puffy. im gonna get the most swollen face in the morning now"
"you look fine, though? like damn that skin" she said and took a deep breath after all that crying

"man that movie broke my heart the first time i watched it and will continue to break my heart every time," she said, and jisung hummed,
"jeno hyung actually gave me the book but i never got to read it.. i guess i have to now, the movie was amazing"
"wait, jeno has read and watched dead poets society?? what a man of taste"

the man said nothing. except he closed his eyes shut and leant against his bed frame, thinking back to the movie and how he related to it a little

"what's wrong, ji?" the girl frowned at his crestfallen expression
"it's just- the movie. it hits different, like really different.. it's," he opened his eyes and looked at seorin who was already looking at him with concern, "it's a beautiful movie, rin."

"i know," she reached to caress his hand which rested on his leg to comfort him, "it hits different because this actually goes on in real life. parents controlling their kids' lives as if its theirs and strict disciplines of schools that limit a child's knowledge instead of broadening it." she shook her head is disappointment

he nodded in understanding whatever she was saying. his mind was in a dilemma on whether to say the words he wanted to or not ruin the moment they were having.

"you know-" he managed to let out. now all of seorin's attention was on him as he regretted opening his mouth. he felt sick at the thought of it all. his body was burning, an ache creeping up to the back of his head. it took everything in him not to throw up thinking of how relatable the movie was for him.

and seorin noticed that.

she saw how the boy was unknowingly clenching his fist- so hard crescents from his nails formed on his palm and knuckles turned white, how his breaths became unsteady and rapid and how he avoided eye contact.

"jisung," she called out to him, taking his face in her hands and moving closer so she was embracing him now. he didn't oppose to her actions, instead, a sense of relief washed over him as he tightly held her waist and buried his head in her nape, his nose poked her skin but she didn't mind it, rather, bringing one hand to rub his back and the other in his hair where she started to massage his head

"jisung," she started again, "it's okay, ji. I'm here. you don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to"

she felt him shake his head and tighten his grip, "but- i want to" his voice cracked a little and so did her heart at his tone

"oh baby, if you're not ready yet then it's okay. I'm here for you, right? I'm always here, I promise. I would wait forever for you if that means you'd be comfortable with sharing things with me"

her voice was oddly comforting as she spoke to him in a whisper. the hands in his hair and on his back calmed his nerves more than he had actually expected them to in this situation.

jisung had never been embraced like this, ever. especially during his moments of vulnerability. mostly because he would deal with himself alone, not wanting others to see him at his weakest times as he chose disclosed places to break down and cry, only wishing he had the courage to let someone hold him when he was down.