Sangyeon had kept a watchful eye on his waiter muse and wondered if he would ever show his face to him. "Hey, stop staring and eat." He took Sangyeon sketchbook and pencil then pushed the plate forward. "Fine." He quietly ate and was surprised by the rich taste. "I wouldn't mind coming here again..."

Changmin had taken off straight after work to his usual spot in the plaza. He saw his regulars already there and waiting. He also saw Sangyeon sitting among them as well. "The one person I didn't want to see..." He put on a fake smile as he went to go greet Sangyeon. "You're back." "Yeah." "Nice to have you here." He ended it with that, but felt something grab his wrist. "Who the fuck does he think he is, grabbing me!?" Changmin shook his wrist free then faced Sangyeon. "Don't ever do that again, you hear me? I really, and I mean really, don't like to be touched." "I...I just wanted to ask something." "What?" "Teach me how to dance." "No." It's not that he wasn't comfortable with teaching, he just didn't want to teach him. The last thing he needed was another leech in his life.

"Are you too busy?" "Yeah." "I see." Changmin watched as Sangyeon got up and left. He felt happy, but guilty at the same time. "Why are you leaving? Didn't you come to watch?" He expected him to turn around and come back, but he kept walking and was soon out of sight.

Sangyeon sighed heavily once more as he figured he'd sit by the river back near home. He wondered what it would be like to slowly decay under water where no one would look at first. "Nothing will ever go right for me, so why am I still living?" He made a fist with his hand and squeezed. He wanted all of it to end. To release his sister of his shackles, his consistent job losses, his failed artist dream, and freeing Chanhee of feeling responsible for him. He quietly stood near the edge and truly believed things would be better this way. He no longer felt he had importance. He felt like a complete waste of space, of intelligence. He could easily erase himself from the world with just one step. Sangyeon looked up at the sky and stepped forward, soon finding himself enveloped in the cool waters.

Changmin watched in horror as Sangyeon fell in. He didn't know what was going on in his life, but he couldn't just leave him there to drown. He rushed over and jumped in after him. "Why am I going through such lengths for him anyway?" He mentally cursed himself the spotted the one he was looking for. He quickly swam over then went back up for air. He went back under and saw Sangyeon had floated down deeper. After a few attempts, he managed to get Sangyeon back to shore then lied down. Sangyeon wasn't as light as he looked and carrying him had taken a massive toll on him. He weakly crawled over to him and did the best CPR he could muster. He momentarily paused as he neared his mouth. "He won't remember this right...?" He covered Sangyeon's mouth with his own and continued with the procedure.

Sangyeon felt that his lungs were on fire and repeatedly found himself coughing. He slowly opened his eyes and saw a familiar sitting cross legged not too far from him looking out towards the water. "Changmin...?" "Oh, you're alive. Thought I lost you." He couldn't tell if Changmin was joking or was completely serious. "How did you even know I was here?" "Followed you. Was going to ask you to come back and then this happened." "You didn't have to save me." "Any person in their right mind would." Sangyeon sat up then banged on his chest to get the rest of the water out. "Hey, I don't know what's going on, but, killing yourself is never the answer. Even if you don't think it'll affect those around you, it will. Yeah, everyone says this, but it's the truth. I say find a reason to live, to keep going, like I did."

"You're going to be my reason." Sangyeon didn't know what he meant then by that sentence. To Changmin, it sounded desperate. To Sangyeon, it was a statement telling Changmin he intended to learn from him and make dancing his reason to live. "I think you should find something like a hobby...not a person." "I want to learn dance from you, Changmin." Changmin couldn't understand why he was so insist on learning from him. Couldn't he just go take classes from professionals? "Fine, whatever. You know what time I'll be at the plaza, so, meet me there I guess. For today, we can practice here. Away from the edge." Changmin knew this was a bad idea, but hearing that someone would prefer to learn from him rather than a professional kind of touched him.

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A few months had passed since Sangyeon started learning from Changmin. As disinterested in the world as he was, he found himself greatly interested in what he was now doing. He got the urge to go out more and socialized with a few people. He was cutting less as he was too busy focusing on his movements to give it much thought. He could tell Changmin was warming up to him as their conversations had grown from throwing insults at each other constantly to normal acquaintance-like ones. Sangyeon twirled his lit cigarette in his hand as he flipped through his sketchbook. He frequented the restaurant from back then to sketch the waiter that had captured his eye. He had yet to see his face, but knew that one day that day will come. "What's this? You've started drawing again?" "You're the last to find out sis." "Whatever. It makes me happy to see that you haven't completely given up." She patted my back then stole an apple slice before leaving my room.

"Youngjae, if you don't clean up this kitchen in 5 minutes, I will snap your spine in half." "That's rather gruesome..." "Then get to work. I'm already cleaning the living room and the bathroom." "Aren't you going to work today?" "No, they gave us the day off for outstanding work last week." Changmin watched as he got to work on the dishes in the sink. He wondered how Sangyeon was doing with everything that he had taught him so far. He felt himself falling over and landing on the couch with the broom following suit. "And you complain about me." "Fuck off." Changmin sat up then suddenly became lethargic. He felt all his energy disappear and even lifting up the broom proved to be a workout in its self. "Hey, are you alright...?" Changmin weakly slapped Youngjae's hand away while glaring at him. "Go back to cleaning." "Sorry for caring..." He felt his body shaking as he watched Youngjae head back into the kitchen. "I just need rest. Rest..."

Changmin woke up and saw that it was now dark out. The lights were on and the living room looked squeaky clean compared to earlier. He slowly got up and made his way to Youngjae's room. "You're awake." "I'm sorry for sleeping so long and making you do all the work." "It's fine. It's the least I can do since you're constantly watching over me." Changmin walked over and gave him a hug. "Don't tell anyone I hugged you or else I'll have you six feet under." "Got it." He wasn't a terrible cousin in Changmin's eyes, just rough around the edges. "Are you really teaching dance to a weirdo?" "One, he's not a weirdo. Two, I am teaching him." "Why?" He bit his bottom lip as he wondered if it would be okay to tell someone he didn't about his personal problems. He shook his head then left the room, knowing he wouldn't like it if it was reversed.