"WHERE IN THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN?" Miyeon started screaming, her voice echoing throughout the filled junkyard.

Yeah, the relief he was alive was gone.

Miyeon started hitting the red-head with force, "I was worried sick about you, you selfish motherfucker! You couldn't even shoot me a text like 'yooo i'm okay btw'?!"

Wooyoung burst into a fit of giggles behind her, letting his legs stretch away from the crate and onto the ground.

"H-hey you're hurting me!" Yeonjun exclaimed, but Miyeon wasn't having any of it.

"Bitch you hurt my heart what the fuck-"

The orange-haired finally stopped swinging on her not-so-sure-pretend-boyfriend and looked at him, his eyes softly filled with regret.

"I'm sorry for leaving..I just.." He trailed, looking down.

Miyeon looked at him again, this time noticing his hands beginning to shake again. She turned to Wooyoung, who quickly looked in the other direction.

Nosy bitch. She chuckled internally.

Grabbing Yeonjun's shaky hands, she pulled him forward.

"We're gonna talk about this, but I'll give you time to figure out what you're going to say." She sighed, not wanting him to have another anxiety attack.

Truth be told, Yeonjun didn't even know how to start. He'd never spoken about this to anyone — not even his bandmates.

So how could he tell someone like Miyeon?

He was afraid of what she would say.

Red hair blew with the night breeze as the three of them walked down the sidewalk, a comfortable silence intruding as they all thought about what had occurred.

For Wooyoung, he was happy to finally express his worries. He didn't feel scared to see Felix again — and not scared to see him with Changbin. He genuinely felt like this was the first step of finally letting go.

Yeonjun, he was worried about showing Miyeon his deepest vulnerability — but he was also happy to know she cared this much when he was away. It didn't completely erase his fears, but she definitely was making him feel more safe.

And Miyeon, she was happy to know that the confident-not-so-confident rockstar she'd grown to care about was safe and sound. She didn't understand what was going on with him — and honestly she was still pretty pissed — but she was smiling like an idiot as she looked down at the sight of their hands wrapped together.

—

"Woo! You're home!" Felix cheered, "I was getting nervous."

The brown-haired smiled softly, closing the front door behind him.

There he goes again, being too cute.

As if on que, Changbin emerged from the bathroom. His black hair soaked from his shower, the male not even wearing a shirt but some grey sweatpants.

Wooyoung watched as Felix's face went from happy to flustered, the blonde turning around immediately to run towards the kitchen.

"That pretty girl didn't stay but if she comes over again and I'm not home please tell her she can help herself to the brownies!" He smiled.

Smiling, Wooyoung nodded and grabbed a brownie.

I deserve something sweet after this depressing ass day.

"Yo Wooyoung," Changbin spoke, "Can we talk?"

What the fuck does he want?

Oh right.

I'm totally in love with his boyfriend.

Fuck.

Wooyoung nodded and stepped outside of the apartment with Changbin, who still isn't wearing a shirt.

He looked at the black-haired in anticipation, expecting him to throw him off of the balcony.

Changbin looked at Wooyoung's eyes, "Thank you."

Oh shit-

Wait what?

"Why are you thanking me?" He laughed nervously, his brown and blonde hair blowing into his eyes annoyingly.

The muscular male looked up at the sky, leaning on the rail. "You clearly have feelings for Lix, but you never tried anything."

Changbin looked at a nervous Wooyoung, "You're an amazing friend, Woo."

Okay what the fuck was happening?

"I know I've hurt him, and honestly I don't deserve him — hell, I'm surprised he's still with me right now. Yet, you've never told him to forget about me." He continued.

Wooyoung didn't like this at all.

"I didn't do any of this for you, I did it for Felix." He spat, causing Changbin's eyes to widen.

But he wasn't finished, "You and I were good friends, and I still have respect for you, but that doesn't mean I'm not pissed off at how you've treated him."

"He loves you, Changbin. Not me, not anyone else. He talks to me about you all of the fucking time — and every-time you hurt him? He comes to me. Don't you think that it fucking hurts me?"

Changbin remained silent, listening to his friend's words.

"I don't make any move because he's constantly on about you. I would hurt him by telling him my feelings, because then he'd feel like he didn't have anyone else to talk to and hang out with when you fuck things up." Wooyoung laughed, though his eyes were filled with flames.

He looked at the other, seemingly unable to think of what to say.

"Seo Changbin, you had better treat him right." He hummed, "Because Felix is beautiful."

"And the next person he goes to won't be as nice as me."

And with that, Wooyoung left.

—

The boys sprawled themselves all over the floor, each taking turns with the Nintendo Switch that was paired with the television in the living room.

"Why does the ghost woman look like that?" Beomgyu began, laughing at the weird character in Luigi's Mansion.

Kai and Taehyun laughed at the older's comment, Soobin smiling in response.

After a while, they grew tired of playing — Taehyun instead shifting the conversation to something more important.

"Kai, what do you want to do tomorrow?" He asked.

Beomgyu and Soobin suddenly became excited, pinching HueningKai's cheeks and tickling him.

"I-I don't know." He giggled.

"You turn eighteen! Don't you want to do something special?" Beomgyu asked him.

Kai thought about it for a while.

"I want to dye my hair!" He announced.

To anyone else, the request may have been seen as odd, but Kai hadn't changed his appearance once since they started their band.

"Ooo and straighten it!" He continued.

The three in front of him started cheering.

"Adult Kai is about to fuck shit up!"

"I vote for blonde hair."

"We should have him wear an eyepatch too! Man's finna pull a Taemin."

And with that, they had planned for tomorrow.

But all Kai really wanted for his birthday was for Yeonjun to come home.

—

Wooyoung sat on a slide in some abandoned playground, the orange streetlight decorating his skin.

He sighed.

Thinking to himself, Wooyoung questioned if he should be the one to move to Cuba and escape all of his problems.

He considered it until he realized Miyeon wouldn't come with him.

Ugh. Being the only single one is so annoying.

Wooyoung looked down at the sand below him.

"Oh wow, someone's here." A voice hummed, surprising the male.

Surprised him so much that he accidentally slid down the slide, landing face-first into the sand.

"Ah! Sorry." The voice spoke again, and Wooyoung heard loud footsteps running toward him.

He looked up and wiped sand off of his face in irritation, shaking it out of his hair before he looked at the person that interrupted his pity party.

A hand was held out to him.

"I'm sorry! It's just that I've been coming here every night for the last month and no one else had ever been here." Wooyoung listened to the voice before looking up and seeing a male about his age.

His hair was long and brown, a mullet with white underneath. He smiled softly, Wooyoung noticing dimples forming when he did so. His eyes were like shining crystals, radiating light and sparkles.

He was so beautiful.

"My names San, what's yours?" He grinned.

Wooyoung began losing his shit, "I-I'm u-um..you see.."

San looked at Wooyoung in confusion, tilting his head slightly.

"Okay fuck look I'm Wooyoung and I think you're really cute." He gave up, not caring to attempt to sound cool or whatever.

After this long ass day he didn't give a shit anymore.

San laughed, making Wooyoung blush.

"You're cute too." He replied.

—

MIYEON LEE

I looked around the streets as Yeonjun guided me forward, his grey flannel jacket hitting my thigh softly as it danced within the night breeze.

He hadn't said anything ever since we found him at the junkyard, and he hasn't even looked at me since we walked Wooyoung home.

I wish I knew what was wrong, seeing him upset really made me feel useless in some weird way.

After walking a little while longer, he stopped in the middle of a bridge.

You know, one of those bridges you could still drive on, but the underneath was filled with water.

He still didn't look at me, instead wrapping his hands around the rails and staring up at the moon.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

He seemed nervous, eyes immediately looking down when he heard my voice.

I didn't push him to say more, I simply stood beside him and looked at the moon like he was.

"That night.." He began.

— "Do you regret it?"

I turned to look at him once more.

"No, do you?"

He smiled slightly, "No."

Yeonjun went quiet again for a few moments.

I didn't really mind.

"There's something I need to tell you." He spoke again.
"And I'm scared that you're going to look at me differently when I tell you this."

I didn't look at him, I just smiled.
"Try me."

Yeonjun inhaled a deep breath.

"I left because I was scared of you."
He laughed, mocking himself.

"You make me feel things I'd never felt with anyone before."

I felt my cheeks burn.

"And it scares me."

"Why does it scare you?" I asked.

"Because I don't know what being loved feels like. I don't know if this feeling is what I'm supposed to be feeling or if there's something wrong with me."

"What about your fans?
Don't you feel some type of love there?"

He looked at me, a smug look on his face.

"Miyeon, they don't know me."

"To them, I'm some type of troublemaker that happens to be able to sing and looks hot while doing it."

I laughed, "So modest."

"The point is, they don't know I have anxiety attacks at random times because I don't know how to not panic when someone's upset with me."

He finally turned toward me, placing his arms gently on my shoulders.

The wind blew his hair at an even more rapid pace than before, his hair flowing toward the ocean below us as his eyes met mine.

He was so beautiful.

"I ran away from home when I was seventeen. I don't know what love feels like because any friend that I ever made in school wouldn't talk to me again after meeting my family, and my family didn't love me. I never had friends and I never felt loved at home."

I felt like crying.

"I said you scare me because I have no idea what I'm supposed to do or how I'm supposed to act around you anymore. You make me feel happy and nervous at the same time, and I want to make you feel the same way."

I stared into his eyes again, seeing nothing but love and fear in his eyes. His breathing was starting to get too quick.

"Yeonjun." I said.

He started panicking.

"I'm sorry if you hate me I know I'm some fucking guy with childhood issues I understand if you don't feel the same I-"

I cut him off, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him gently.

"I already feel the same way, silly."

Up this close, I saw how his eyes crinkled when he smiled.

I saw how when he smiled, the middle of his bottom lip folded perfectly over his teeth.

I felt that while he looked at me, his heart pounded just as much as mine did.

I saw forever when I looked into his eyes.

I saw a future when I looked at him.

And it was beautiful.