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"Nngh.." Minhyuk's lips were warm and soft. His and Sehun's bodies pressed together heatedly against the backrest, breathing heavily as their lips pressed together. Fear blossomed in Sehun's chest, sparks igniting as Minhyuk leaned close. And with that proximity, a strange warmth consumed Minhyuk, Sehun's lips felt impossibly soft against his own. 

Sehun's body began shuddering again, he closed his eyes, he held Minhyuk tightly. In the heat of Minhyuk's hug, there were welding sparks. Sehun was swayed by a white heat. 

"Ah- I- I think I need to do the laundry too," shifting his glance around the room, Joon quickly tried to change the mood.

"May I help you, too? I mean I was to do the cooking anyway," Daeseong got off the ground, "Take me- take me with you," he gauchely went on kneading his neck. 

"Su- sure…just come along."

"Jihoon hyung, let's go for a smoke," Chris seized his hand and walked into their detention room, in view of the fact that they can't go upstairs without Wooshik's assent. Jihoon concurred with the immigrant. 

The hall was empty. Only Sehun, Minhyuk and Wooshik persevering. 

A string of saliva connecting them, Sehun drew back, "What are you trying to prove?" He did away with Minhyuk's ribald clutches.

Minhyuk pulled him closer, "That…not everyone can have you."

Wooshik couldn't live through it any more than that. Without another redundant word, he got up hurrying to the door which led to exit. 

"Wooshik hyung!?" Sehun emancipated himself, "Wooshik hyung??" He was piquing and he took some time to let that heat die down. 

"You won't go to him," edgy, Minhyuk lifted Sehun's hand to his mouth and kissed the back of his hand. 

"Are you trying to get us all into trouble? I should apologise to him," he freed his hand from Minhyuk's and went after Wooshik, trundling improperly. 

He insanely laughed at himself when he saw Sehun leaving the exit, bearing his teeth like a wild wolf. Feeling his throat closing up, a tear coursed down his cheek,

"Lee Wooshik, you are jealous!! How come you didn't look at us even once?" 

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An ill-starred night followed. Sehun had reached the June-Way, for as great a distance as, he chose the time which could do just the job- 1:45 a.m. 

Tenebrosity, darkness, isolation or inquidity; nothing could scare the Yang Sehun. If he would be afraid of anything, it was getting caught by a certain someone. His hand half-curled into a fist and then straightened, feet poised to turn away but he knew this was the least he could do to save the June-Way. 

With the abetment of replica keys, Sehun broke in. The bar was leaden, dim. His emotions were a push and pull- he realised he would hurt her, too. Those were his fears to conquer, yet he needed to be emotionally stable, for the sole sake of June-Way and Hyojoo. He tried searching the place offhand, to no adequate results.

The clock struck the hour- 2:00 a.m. Kiara, the renowned reverse Cinderella, put in an appearance, "Am I late?" She stepped in, bolting the composite shutter behind her. 

"No, miss, you're rather too early," Sehun made a monkey of Kiara, "Cinderella!" 

The lass had a face like thunder, "I went to the foundling home," pouty, she said. 

"It's okay. Now let's launch into our inspection of the bar," he took out both his palms those were put in on either side of his red-white flight bomber jacket. 

The clock said it was 2:06 a.m. The pair buckled down to an assiduous, painstaking hunt of the gay bar. 

"We think we are owing too much of our spare time," Kiara met eyes with Sehun, unable to follow what Sehun wanted to impart. 

She clearly didn't want to do that work, which was why she would occasionally look up at Sehun, stare for some seconds and then she would get back to doing nothing. "What do you mean?"

"You're clearly not doing anything, why am I doing all the work?" Sehun slunk around the corner dusting his clothes. 

"Oh, don't sulk now. I'm working here everyday, how do you not tell I already know if there's anything of your help? If it is not working, Yejun and I regularly visit the place. Occasionally ma'am too," She rested her head on the wine countertop, "I feel drowsy." 

Sehun lit a cigarette, "Let us have a quick recap of all the events, shall we? It would make things easier."

"Why are you smoking here? What if ma'am notices the remnants?" 

Sehun snickered, "What’s Yejun hyung for? What are you for?"

"You're so overpowered," with a roll of her eyes Kiara put his head up, "Recap!"

"Hmm…so, where did it begin?" He wasn't necessarily smoking, but put the tip near his nose to relish its smell, "The informant was sent by Wooshik hyung to cause a blast. Proceeding, someone found out his real intent as I surmise. Then, out of nowhere he was seen passing the lane with Seokmin hyung? And from then on there has been no trace of him."

"That's right," she hummed. 

"How come there wasn't any other sighting of him? If the CCTVs were so reliable?" 

Kiara began cracking her knuckles, "Where…where are you getting these from?" 

"Getting what?" Sehun smiled, eye-to-eye with the lassie, "Kiara…"

"What?" 

"Tell me the truth."

She wetted her dried lips before her eyes fell on something so nerve wrecking, "Seh- Sehun, I think…" she alluded towards the main access.

A pair of pastel slippers cropped up to them, in that radiance of arc lights combined from flashes of the full moon. 

"Don't- don't open the shutter." 

Sehun didn't listen. He undid the shutter and opened it.

That woman saw him. Arrayed with a red-white flight bomber jacket, slim fit black jeans, Nike blazer shoes and a thing he never fancied, the black NY baseball cap, he had always felt it to be too overrated. 

"Ma'am??" 

"Sehun," Hyojoo took out her airpod, "I recognized you right away from those shoes. You were conversing something, so I put on music. I didn't eavesdrop, I swear," she chuckled. 

"Aren't you suspicious of me??"

She placed a nurturing kiss on his temple, "I can never be suspicious of my Sehun."

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Once the cigarette was down to just before the filter, Wooshik extinguished it. He pushed and grinded the cigarette into the tray until there was no sign of heat. 

That was funny to him. It appeared that the cigarette was nothing but a mirror, Lee Wooshik's reflection. Everytime he had twisted his foot on on top of his cigarettes, he never supposed someday he might also feel like the cigarette getting smashed under his feet. 

Wooshik wanted to sleep in Sehun's arms, sleep in Sehun's protective and loving arms. He has never wanted to sleep so much before. He tossed and turned, once on the couch, once in their detention room and the other time on the floor- of anywhere. 

He was staring at that backrest, what would Sehun have done if Wooshik wasn't there in that morning? Wooshik stroked the backrest, his head placed on it recklessly, "Sehun…I'm trying to sleep for four hours now…" he clemently laughed to himself.

"Captain!?" 
 
Wooshik bowled over to learn that, he hastily looked behind. His inscrutable feelings found a way into their, broadening them.

Sehun was sitting beside him, his dreamy smile strewing a whimsical sensation.

"Sehun…" words didn't come out of the blonde's mouth. 

Sehun rested Wooshik's head on his own lap while they were on the couch, fondling with his fingers through Wooshik's blondes. It left Wooshik vulnerable. But then again, he wanted to be vulnerable. 

The drudgery of four hours was resolved in just four minutes. 

There was a bizarre serenity in Sehun's lap, that could cradle anyone to sleep. And Wooshik wanted to be the only owner of. 

Wooshik melted subtly into the slumber inchmeal as time went on. He hasn't had such a good sleep in so long.

He slept when the page of one more night turned to anew break of another dawn. Wooshik heard faint cackles of the door opening. With his somnolent eyes he perceived, and was deluged by the heavy plethora of confusions. 

"Sehun??" He tilted his head quizzically, he remembers as a daylight, Sehun was wearing a white flimsy shirt, not any jacket.

"That means…" He figured soon that no Sehun had come to him the previous night. He, with a failed composure, looked at the couch to find out it was only him on it.

Sehun on the flip side was on his last legs, drunken and incapable of walking. He was supported by the walls, or he could barely move. 

Wooshik went to him, his heart feeling too weighty, "Why did you drink so much??" 

"I'm a bad boy," Sehun sobbed, "A very…very bad boy." 

"Sehun," Wooshik pulled by his chin, "What’s wrong?? Tell me." 

"I'm a betrayer," he hiccupped. 

It was yet then dark outside, Wooshik put a cover in that incoming darkness and took Sehun to the detention room. 

"Don't cry, tell me what happened," he wiped those tears falling.

"I went to the June-Way today to abide by Wooshik hyung's demands," he was speaking under the influence of alcohol, "But then, ma'am found me. She didn't find out about the truth, she said she trusts me, and I…I…" 

"And you drank because of that?" Wooshik cleaned Sehun's drools every now and then.

Sehun was drivelling on about, half of the things that Wooshik couldn't interpret. He was suddenly brought to senses when Sehun, 

"Can you please let me be in your arms for a while?" He sniffed as his vicious eyes filled with water were fixated upon the taller, "I don't feel good."

"Come to me, Sehun," Wooshik opened his arms.

Sehun snuggled to his chest, diving into Wooshik's arms, his drools, his tears all staining Wooshik's grey hoodie. A passion built in Wooshik. Keeping his eyes locked on Sehun, Wooshik wished Sehun would look deep into his eyes, too. Wooshik cupped the sides of his face and pulled him even closer to himself. 

Almost! Wooshik almost broke that tension.

"NO!!! Wooshik, you can't do this!"

He curbed his urge to get intimate, "I will wait for you, Sehun. I will wait until all these warnings disappear. I will wait until you want to come to me, and I know someday, somewhere, you will…" he panned out kissing chastely the younger on his forehead. 

Sehun calmed down, his breathing pattern returned to a state of regularity, "Minnie…"

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