It was just one of those days when B.I or Hanbin screamed at Bobby's face and Bobby couldn't just laugh it off casually like he always did. When he felt like he was but a burden to the one he loved the most.

It was just one of those days when Bobby felt weak on his knees. Like every motivation and strength and confidence had ceased all at once. Like running away, hiding himself in the middle of nowhere until it no longer hurt. Like buying a flight ticket and jumping into his mum's arms again after years, because he just truly missed being home so much that it was literally bleeding inside. Like being an inexperience but enthusiastic Jiwon all over again. Like desperately wanting to see Hanbin, yes Hanbin, not that always frowning B.I, but the very Hanbin who wouldn't ever think of him as a burden, the Hanbin who would understand, the Hanbin whom he could confide in, the Hanbin whom he fought with over who must wash the dishes or who got to choose the channel, the Hanbin who would sleep soundingly in his embrace, the Hanbin who would always came to him first when he was too exhausted. He knew, it was just a wishful thinking, and he also sounded a little bit selfish, but he still badly wanted it. He was fully aware, what the team needed was B.I, and Bobby needed B.I, too. Apparently, B.I had always been the hyung even though he was just nineteen. He composed most of the songs, he made up most of the choreography, he was the best leader iKON could ask for. B.I was amazingly talented, astonishingly competent, and above all that, persistently passionate. Everyone was used to thinking so highly of him, that was the reason why he always tried so hard living up to all the expectations, since people like him don't get to fall. Because if they fall, the criticism would be ten times worse. After all, B.I was just Hanbin, and Hanbin was a genuine teenager, Hanbin got to break down, too, when there was too much pressure laid on him. That's why all along, Bobby understood and supported why B.I could get unnecessarily intimidating. Because Hanbin couldn't live the life as Hanbin and Hanbin was forced to always be a perfect B.I, he reached his limitations and exploded. It was crystal clear that Bobby had always got the message, he just chose not to act on it.

But sometimes, just sometimes, when it was too much to handle, when Jiwon wanted to stop being Bobby for just a few hours, Hanbin was all that he wished for. Hanbin was all that the shattered Jiwon yearned for.

But Hanbin couldn't make it to see Jiwon.

Because he was not allowed to.

Because he was the chosen one.

Because he was the leader.

Because he was responsible for the future of six other members.

Because he was put under pressure of having to be the best.

Because he was not yet able to be that good.

Because he was never used to letting people down.

Because he was so afraid of being forgotten, of sinking into oblivion.

There would be another dozen of because's as to why Hanbin never came along again, and Jiwon had known it all the way.

But on top of it, Jiwon just knew, it was because Hanbin's whole youth had been spent in the basement of YG building, composing songs about the untold sorrow of an incomplete pubescence and the fear of never achieving his ambition, singing his heart out like it was his last, dancing until his t-shirt was soaked with sweat and his whole body was dog-tired,

It was because Hanbin had given up his everything to pursue the dream of inspiring people with the stories he told through songs and touching the deepest place of one's soul with the harmony he hummed.

Because Hanbin had given up his everything to become B.I,

there was no turning back.

Neither did he want to.

Becoming an artist was all he wanted to do with his life.

More than anything, Jiwon knew he was not the only one who was damaged. Hanbin, having always been fresh as a gem, was starting to be ruined, badly, too. Hanbin's positive vibe was imperceptibly withering, no matter how determined Jiwon was, trying to win it back for Hanbin. Hanbin's idiotic wholehearted smile was gradually fading and Jiwon was utterly helpless. Hanbin was struggling to heal himself from a deep cut wound, rejecting any help being offered there was because to Hanbin's mind, he was already a big boy and big boy has to confront everything on his own; and the only thing Jiwon could do was staring at his beloved one suffering from the agony of being isolated in the most crowded place. Hanbin did a great job in deceiving everyone into believing how he never got hurt, everyone but Jiwon. The more confident B.I was in himself, the more insecure Hanbin was in general. Hanbin never mentioned it, but then again, Jiwon just knew, the same way he did to figure out himself all the other trivial things about Hanbin, that when everyone had their own struggles, Hanbin was the most broken of them all. Hanbin rarely relied on Jiwon anymore, he could hardly trust anyone other than himself, he tried to do everything on his own that consequently he lost it at one point. Hanbin was like a time bomb, completely silent and seemingly harmless, but ready to go off and explode at any moment, without a simple sign or warning. Hanbin was like a little bedgehog, always prepared to show off his spikes whenever anyone tried to come near; because everyone was but a threat to him, and he was too beaten to learn to believe. Now that Jiwon couldn't be the shoulder Hanbin laid on, he didn't have it in him to ask for any favour from Hanbin, none at all. At that time, Jiwon only had Bobby and Hanbin only had B.I.

Hanbin didn't show up these days and Jiwon was already fed up of waiting. Hanbin never came around anymore and Jiwon was completely clueless of what he should do to help. The thing was, Jiwon wanted to be there for Hanbin, even more badly than he did to save himself.

Jiwon was just so startled to even think of one day when he woke up, trying to find Hanbin, leaving no stone unturned, but any of his effort would turn out to be nothing but a miserable failure. He was just so scared that he would never, ever, get to see Hanbin's smile again. Hanbin's smile was so fragile, so scarce, so stiff, so ungenuine those days that it made Jiwon felt like if he looked away from Hanbin for only one second, he would lose his most precious treasure for the rest of his life.

Losing Hanbin would be Jiwon's deepest remorse, the kind of remorse that would never live down. The kind of remorse that made forgiving himself seem like a mission impossible.

That undaunted audacious B.I might be his second strongest competition, after Bobby himself, obviously.

But Hanbin, the little vulnerable Hanbin, his Hanbin, would never stop being his biggest muse. The reason for him to be mentally stronger, was that his strength was responsible for not only one but two souls, Jiwon himself, and his Hanbin, of course.

Jiwon, yes Jiwon, wanted to give Bobby a rest, a runaway, even just for a while. It would be unthoughtful and self-centered to just escape, leaving Hanbin behind just like that in the poor boy's metal breakdown. But Jiwon didn't know what else to do anymore since he had already tried everything one could come up with and none of them worked out. How could he cure someone who was too used to pain and started to enjoy being wounded? How? He couldn't bare to look at a struggling Hanbin like that without actually doing something about it. The only thing he had never tried was leaving B.I to himself. He would always be there, even when B.I seemed completely annoyed with his presence and told him off numerous times. He would simply sit there beside B.I in silence, just in case there should be any moment when Hanbin became fed up with everything, he made sure Hanbin wouldn't be alone. He decided that he could be that stubborn because Hanbin needed him, which was all that mattered.

...

/flashback/

"I trust you the most as my companion, from time to time, why do you keep on failing me? Why can't you be a little serious? Have you ever tried as hard as I have or is it all a piece of cake for you? Or do you think the whole thing is just a joke or something? Do you know how much it means to me? Are you ever serious about anything at all? We both want it, why do you keep on messing up?"-B.I yelled in his face.

He felt guilty.

He felt so little.

He kept quiet, waiting for the right time to say sorry.

He could take any curse words and unpleasant retorts from B.I, until that moment, Hanbin, yes, it felt like it was Hanbin, but a discouraged and daunted Hanbin to be exact, screamed in his face those next words he couldn't ever erase from his mind,

"You know what? I know, I know. You won Show me the money when I didn't. You are a better rapper than I am, you also think of it that way too, you are also one of them, aren't you? Why, why do I always have to be compared with you? Do you know how much your plain appearance can hurt my eyes so much? It's all your fault, your fault! Sometimes I wish we have never met. Can you please, can you please just stop being around for a day?"

For a moment, he thought he saw Hanbin. The vulnerable Hanbin. A sight that hurt but still, it was Hanbin. But then, Hanbin's gaze on him turned cold and he knew for sure it was once again B.I staring at him.

That was what hurt him the most. He could deal with a B.I who disliked him from time to time, but the truth is, the flash sight of a completely defeated Hanbin, helplessly telling him he was in fact one of those threats he tried to protect Hanbin from, tremblingly begging him to just go away, broke his heart to the extent where he could barely feel it beating properly anymore.

"Hanbin, no, please, I swear, I never think of it that way. I'm sorry. Please...", he was desperate, reaching out for Hanbin, but Hanbin backed away jerkily.

B.I gave him a cold blank stare.

That was the first time Jiwon honestly didn't know what to do.

/end flashback/

...

And to be completely honest, Jiwon was kind of disheartened by the whole situation, he really did need some self reflection and a lot of pulling himself together again before it crossed the line he drew and he completely lost it. He thought to himself, maybe he should give Hanbin space, go away for a while and when he got back, he would try harder to be a better Bobby for B.I cooperate with and a stronger Jiwon for Hanbin to depend on. And just because B.I was the most broken doesn't mean it was easy for Bobby. It was difficult too. Jiwon, at the age of fourteen, left his family in the US, travelled a long way to Korea, because the little boy had always known, he wanted to be an artist. Little Jiwon might have just smiled happily when someone asked about his family and proudly claimed that he was working to bring his family back to Korea, but if you had looked a little closely, you would have noticed that there were several times when his smiles were just heavy-hearted. Little Jiwon might have always laughed it off when asked if he was ever sad, but deep down, he felt lost without his mum. Little Jiwon might have come out as the carefree lighthearted one, or the brightest color in the box, but when there was only himself, he sobbed and chuckled in bittersweetness while holding desperately onto his old Pooh bear he had been given in his childhood. Little Jiwon tried so hard to be good enough, he was somewhat unhealthily obsessed with the whole concept of pleasing people and looking for everyone's approval. Little Jiwon tried so hard to fit in and adjust to the new life on his own. Little Jiwon tried so hard to make like he was happy with everything because he didn't want to bother anyone with his own problems. He had always preferred listening to others and cheering them up to having anyone feeling a sense of sympathy for him. He considered it his job to make people happy, but chose to abandon his own delight. Now, Jiwon was no longer little, he grew up without the direct care from his family, he was brought up by his own dream. Even when he had been approved, some said that he was not good enough, that all was just fortune and B.I deserved it better than him. He knew he shouldn't have believed it but still, it stuck in his head and kept on replaying again and again like a continual melodramatic moaning. He had always been that silly to tell the lamest jokes ever, but there was more to him too. He had always been the one with the brightest and most constagious beams, but he did know what it felt like to be sad, too. After all, he was just human, too. A human with every imperfections there are in this world: greed, pride, wrath, fear, and all of those. Bobby was glad that he made it this far although there was a long way to go, but his inner Jiwon wanted to feel alive for just once. He wanted to stop putting on fake bright smiles, bragging about how perfect life was when it actually wasn't and live the life of an ordinary teenager for just a few days. He wanted to be well-prepared before he had to act up as a nonchalant Bobby for a lengthy time, because breaking down in the middle was the least thing he expected to happen. There was always Hanbin for him to take care of so stumbling down was never an option, in spite of the fact that it felt like his effort had been turned down outright these days.

I was collapsing bit by bit but then again, it would be too much to ask for if I insisted on you caring, as you were even more crushed and crumbled than I already was.

...

-Sajangnim, can i speak to you for a second? - Bobby showed up in Yang Hyun Suk's office later that day.

The latter nodded simply, gesturing for Bobby to continue.

-We are done with Mix and Match, I have won Show me the money, and I have recorded the whole debut album already...- Bobby trailed off.

Yang sajangnim, who was twiddling his thumbs absently in a very relaxing manner, raised an eyebrow interestedly,

-What are you trying to imply? What kind of favour are you asking for?

-It has been almost five years...

-Go on?

He replied with a shaky voice,

-Can I go back to the US for a few days?

Beads of sweat ran down Bobby face. He was definitely nervous.

Yang sajangnim held back his laugh at the sight and then kindly muttered,

-Yes, you can. You are too tired now, right kiddo?

He jumped in relief and somewhat stupefaction,

-Really sajangnim? You let me go?

-Yes, and don't be too surprised, I can be nice too if I want to, you know. You need to be in good condition before the debut, I don't want anything to distract you from your work, so I let you have a few days off. But make sure you come back in time to finish the dance practices. To be honest, I'm a bit curious, why is our hyped Bobby exhausted? Care to explain a little?

He sighed heavily,

-I just miss being home and being my mom's kid so badly. That's all. I promise when I come back I will be better than ever.

-You had better be. You can go now. Have a safe flight.

-Kamsahamnida sajangnim.

-Oh and one more thing.

-Nae?

-It's about B.I too, isn't it?

-Yeah, that too, sajangnim. After I have put myself together, my next plan definitely is to bring Hanbin back to life.

...

The tension between them since the incident where B.I threw a tantrum at Bobby was still hanging in the air but Bobby knew better to gain some guts and go tell B.I about his departing. He couldn't just disappear like that if he didn't want to infuriate B.I any further.

Jiwon softly murmured,

-Hanbin ah!

B.I frowned,

-Bobby, do you see that I'm working here when you go, disappear and do whatever the fuck you like? So if there's nothing important, don't talk to me, just leave.

B.I reacted like that because the boy was still embarassed about what he had said earlier, he knew he sounded exactly like a jealous little brat.

It was just his defense mechanism.

But Jiwon was a little too messed up to think wisely at that time.

That was why Jiwon was in a way caught off guard by that kind of attitude, he didn't expect B.I to go that far and put out his spikes against him. But once again he chose not to act on it and shrugged off the uneasy feeling in his stomach,

-No, it's actually important. Just hear me out this time.

Out of sudden, B.I glared at him intensely, bickering,

-You know what, now that I think about it, I don't want to hear anything from you. So just shut up and get yourself out of here.

He looked seriously baffled for a few seconds and ended up smiling mirthlessly,

-I said I was sorry already and still you are this mad at me? Wow, I must say. Wow.

B.I's retort was coated with a thick layer of venom,

-Yes, yes I am that unreasonable so just leave me alone. Whatever you have to say can't be as important as our upcoming song that I was trying to work on before you walked in and interrupted my train of thoughts.

He repeated himself just to make sure,

-Do you really not want to hear me out? I'm being honest here, it's really important.

-For Pete's sake I'm not deaf, I heard you first time already and yes, my answer is still a no. Can you just fuck off already? As I already told you, I wish you weren't even here at first!

Jiwon barked out a sour laugh and mockingly put his both hands up in surrender,

-Easy there B.I. Calm down. I'm not gonna bite, you know, so even if you hate me that much, you don't need to react so fiercely. Whatever, your choice leader, I'm fucking out of here, are you pleased now, leader ssi?

Jiwon then absently moved his hands in the jeans pockets and obediently made his way out exactly as he was told to.

-Oh and by the way, Hanbin, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to talk back to you like that. B.I is just too hard to deal with these days.

It was not that B.I was always that grumpy.

Again, it was just one of those days.

When contentment became something too fancy and unaffordable.

When they were too human. Too human to be okay.

"Wait for me, Hanbin. I'm bringing you back to life. That's a promise."

...

"Be careful what you wish for."

...

In the morning of two days later, the team schedule was an another dance practice.

B.I had stayed up for those two nights moping around in the exact same spot where Jiwon had earlier left him, sleepless of course, slightly bothered by Jiwon's words that kept on piercing back in his ears constantly, causing him a physical headache; and also a bit too confused as to why Bobby hadn't shown up to annoy him yet. He strode to the next room, only to find that there was just five members waiting for him to show up. Obviously the missing one was no other than Bobby.

B.I wearily eyed everyone and then slowly muttered,

-Where is he?

They seemed surprised, not at Bobby's absence, but B.I's question.

June cocked an eyebrow,

-Where is who? You are asking about Bobby?

B.I only gave June a duh-who-else look unmindfully.

-He didn't tell you? That's really weird though... We are not that close and he even hugged me goodbye and reminded me to follow your order... I thought you guys are close? Why wouldn't he tell you?

-Tell me what?

Jinhwan cut in,

-Bobby is coming home for a week.

B.I stuttered,

-He what? Like, you mean America?

June returned the earlier favour with a you-heard-it-right look.

B.I bursted out in frustration,

-Why didn't he tell me? I'm the leader, why didn't he ask for my permission? How dare he? Who does he think he is, go out there and do whatever the fuck he likes without even informing me?

Junhoe scrunched his nose in annoyance,

-You are kind of a bitch now, you know?

B.I threw at Junhoe his infamous glare which he knew well enough how it could shut anyone up,

-Don't you dare talk back to your leader like that.

Yunhyeong, who had been silent the whole time, as a close friend of Jiwon, finally spoke up to prevent an another unnecessary fight,

-The other night he told me he asked Yang sajangnim already. He also mentioned that he came to meet you but you seemed not in the right mood so he didn't want to upset you.

-Oh so that punk just ran off like that, bidding goodbyes to everyone except me?

Junhoe, being his sassy little self, wittily remarked,

-Exactly, because you have, apparently, been acting strange to him, almost like a jerk, for more than two weeks. Don't pretend like you don't know it. Oh and just a friendly reminder, this is said by the one who is often mistaken to be much more of a jerk than you are.

B.I, no, Hanbin, inhaled deeply, his piercing voice immediately toned down,

-You guys, start the warm up routine without me, alright? Wait, I will come back real quick.

Donghyuk wondered,

-Hyung, where are you going?

Hanbin grunted defensively,

-Doesn't matter. Just start without me okay? Donghyuk, teach Chanwoo the move he messed up yesterday. Chanwoo, follow Donghyuk, okay?

The two mentioned boys agreed simultaneously,

-Nae, hyung.

...

Hanbin rushed to the restroom of the YG Building. He tried to even his breath and remember what was wrong.

Right, he was mad and he put it all out on Jiwon. He didn't care enough to hear him out. I have a reason too, he thought to himself, I was too depressed to care. Hanbin finally apprehended how he was too absorbed in his own despair, to take notice of how desperate and distressed Jiwon was, trying to reach out for him, willing to be drown together in their mixed sorrow, volunteering to be soaked with him in their rough tears for as long as he wanted until he finally felt like getting back on his feet.

Oh, and... I told Kimbab to just vanish.

What if Kimbab took it seriously?

No he wouldn't. Hanbin prayed. He knows me well enough, he does, I know for fact he does, of course he does.

But what if he has had enough of me and my pathetic excuse for being a prick and my stupid self pity bullshit?

Hanbin mentally slapped himself at how he dared to expect Jiwon to still love him after all the time Hanbin had been mistreating him.

What if he never comes back?

You foulmouthed little shit, of course he would. He wouldn't dare to leave me just like that, would he?

Why should he, at all, when you treated him like trash?

I don't know, but please, tell me he would come back.

I can't.

Hanbin felt, at last, terribly sorry.

A sense of fear, fear of loss, fear of remorse, at last, sank in.

And somehow it sank too, right in his heart.

His eyes stung. But he didn't want to admit that he was tearing up.

Maybe the air was too hot that his eyes were sweatening then.

Of course, minus seven point nine degree celsius of a typical early winter morning in Seoul was too hot for Hanbin.

Nice reasoning.

Hanbin missed calling Jiwon Kimbab, his Kimbab. Hanbin missed his Kimbab's stupid attempts at cheering him up with the dumbest and most ridiculous jokes there ever were in this world. Hanbin missed his Kimbab's constant nagging about how lovable he was in his Kimbab's eyes even when he kept on insisting that he want to come out as masculine and charismatic rather than the childlike lovable type. Hanbin missed his Kimbab's sulky pouty face when he said he thought Jinan hyung was cute because it was when he knew his Kimbab got jealous, and it's obvious that you only get jealous when you love the person too much. Hanbin missed his Kimbab pulling him into a secure hold every night when he got the chance to take a rest, singing clumsily to a sweet lullaby, assuring him "I won't go anywhere until my Hanbin wakes up, that's a promise." Hanbin missed his Kimbab's worried and confused face when he came crawling into his Kimbab's embrace, sobbing hysterically without a word being said, because he knew that he would be fine in the end, that his Kimbab wouldn't be nosey, his Kimbab wouldn't demand for any reason at all, his Kimbab would just cuddle him, rub random small circles on his back to calm him down and sooth him patiently until he became tired of crying and drifted off to a rare yet peaceful sleep.

Hanbin missed being Hanbin. More than that, he missed the Hanbin he got to be when there was his Kimbab.

What could Hanbin do before it would be too late to make it up to Jiwon?

...

Jiwon set a ringtone for only Hanbin. But that day when he heard the familiar sound, maybe it was because he was still mad, or that he wasn't yet prepared to receive yet another tantrum from B.I, he pretended like he didn't know who was calling,

-Yeoboseyo?

-Kimbab!

-B.I.-He coldy greeted back. It was in fact the self-gifting privilege of the broken people to act selfish and unlike themselves for once in a while.

-It's Hanbin for today. Call me Hanbin.

-Hanbin.-Jiwon immediately let down all his walls, cooing sweetly to the phone because he couldn't give Hanbin the cold shoulder. After all, it was not B.I, it was his Hanbin calling him.

Jiwon discreetly sighed in relief, finally, he thought, his Hanbin came to him.

-Are you mad at me?

Hanbin was anxious, even that he didn't get to see Hanbin, Jiwon could tell from Hanbin's tone. He could easily read Hanbin like an open book whenever Hanbin was just being Hanbin.

He decided to calm his Hanbin with a simple,

-I'm never mad at my Hanbin. I promised that, didn't I?

-Hyung, I'm sorry.

-Don't be, Hanbinnie. It's not your false.

-No, I mean I really am. I put out all my anger on you. I was being irrational. I didn't mean anything I said hyung. I never want you to leave my side.

-I know Hanbin, I know. But I'm giving B.I some space, you know, he is a part of you, and unlike you, he doesn't like me. I'm giving myself some space too, we both know that the air between us is just too thick to breathe these days.

-Are you trying to say that my portrait as B.I is a complete jerk?

-No, I mean... It's just that I feel like me, as Jiwon or Bobby, I love both Hanbin and B.I. Hanbin for being my baby and B.I for being my driving force. But the feelings are not mutual. Hanbin, you may love me too, but B.I doesn't. Bobby is never enough for B.I. Bobby is always infuriating B.I with his imperfections. So I'm sorry Hanbin for not having the chance to tell you, but I really do need some unwinding before I can come back and try ten times harder to make myself good enough for both you my baby and leader ssi, especially B.I. I know I'm selfish but I'm sorry, Hanbin, love, I'm sorry. So so sorry.

There was silence.

Hanbin didn't utter a word and Jiwon didn't want to urge him.

-Kimbab... Are you still there?

-I am.

-When will you come back?

-Soon. That's another promise.

-Kimbab?

Hanbin's voice was a little shaky and Jiwon was worried.

-You okay, Hanbin?

And that was when Hanbin went off rambling nonsense, anything and everything that bubbled up in his mind,

-I don't know Kimbab. It's just hard these days, isn't it? It's too much... I miss you already. I'm sorry. I love you. I love you. I really really love you. How many time should I repeat myself to make it up to you? Like honestly, I love you. Even your silly ways, I miss them. Tell me anything. Anything that you like. Anything that you wished I would be there to hear you out. Anything that distanced the gaps between us. Anything. Tell me how much it did hurt. Tell me if it hurt you worse than it did me. Tell me whatever is bothering you. Tell me your problem. Tell me what I have missed about Kim Jiwon. Tell me what I should have noticed myself but I didn't. Or if all of those things would sound too serious, tell me all the trivial things about you. Tell me your most stupid joke if you want to. What time is it where you are now? Do you have enough sleep? Is jetlag torturing you? Have you eaten anything yet? How is your family? Really, anything. I'm all ears for you. Let me know what is on your mind. Let me hear your voice. I just want to hear you.

Hanbin was in short of breath after his endless rant. Waiting for Jiwon's response did he take a deep breath.

Jiwon couldn't help himself but chuckle delightfully at Hanbin's little speech as he lowered his voice and whispered,

-I'm fine, really Hanbin, even though jetlag is still a pain in the ass. It's 2 pm here. My family is good, thanks for asking. Hey, can I ask you a question instead of rambling nonsense about myself?

-Anything, I told you. Anything.

-Do you really mean it?

-Do I really mean what?- Hanbin tensed up again at the ambiguity of the question.

-Do you really mean it when you said you love me?-Jiwon tenderly murmured.

Hanbin sighed in relief,

-Of course I do, always. I may not be very good at controlling my temper and keeping them at bay, and I don't always mean what I say, but when I say I love you, I always, always mean it. That is my promise.

Jiwon didn't realize he was holding his breath until he unconsciously mimicked Hanbin's sigh after hearing the answer.

-Hanbin, we have always had this unspoken competition going on between us, but that doesn't mean that our relationship should be affected by it. I always respect you as an artist and I would never think any less of you. I'm sorry for nagging and stressing you out, but don't, please don't ever think of me in that way. I'm as normal as you are. Or at least, I have utilized all the normality I can afford in my position already. Don't think of me as a threat, don't be afraid to come to me and tell me your problems. I want to hear from you too, alright? You get me?

Hanbin had a small smile playing on his lips,

-I do. Tell me something else then. One more thing so that I can get enough of your voice and I will get back to practice. Next time I call, I will be the one talking.

Jiwon thought carefully about it for a second, and then without hesitation, he used his few minutes with Hanbin to remind the boy,

-Okay then, when I'm away, remember to eat properly. I know you hate meals, but you can't just skip them for Chococone and Sour cream and Onion flavoured Pringles. I know they taste good but they can't please your huge appetite. At least try to have a bowl of cereal or something in the morning, take the boys to the convenience shop nearby for lunch and save some for the dinner or ask Yunhyeong to cook some of his traditional dishes, the kimchi risotto or cheese toppoki or anything that can make you stuffed. Or, if you all are too tired then just ask Yunhyuk hyung to take you guys to a diner. Don't starve your stomach. Treat yourself well. You need to function for at least sixty more years because we have promised the fans to dance Sinosijak in our eighties already. Don't fly into a rage on daily basis, on occasion is okay if you can't help it, but it's best if you don't. Although it doesn't matter to Jinan or Yunhyeong or June but it may freak Dongdong and Chanumon out, they are still children at heart. I'm not there to calm you down you know. Don't stay up all night, try to get some sleep, at least four hours a day or something, the fans would be worried if they see you overworking and exhausting yourself. Whenever you need to talk, phone me, I won't feel disturbed at all, I promise. Don't miss me too much, break down whenever you want to, but I hope you can wait until I come back to hold you and to put you back together. Talk it out to whoever you want for that matter.

Lightly chuckling, Hanbin remarked teasingly,

-You know you can be so cheesy at times, don't you?

-You think I'm cheesy?

-Very much.

Hanbin was, indeed, moved by Jiwon's words. Because he knew his Kimbab wasn't the type to tell cheesy things on daily basis. His Kimbab was as rough as the surface of wood, but as radiant as a bonfire in a breezy night.

Of course, at the end of the day, Jiwon would always want to take good care of Hanbin, even in his little getaway, he would.

Because Hanbin had never stopped being his biggest muse.

In fact, Hanbin would never stop.

A.N: Vote if you enjoy reading it. :>