He scoffs, pressing a small kiss to the top of Byungjoo’s head, laughing softly. “Yes, I’m so very magnificent.” he says with a nod, ruffling the reddish locks again before running his fingers down his spine. “I’m glad you like it.” he says, holding him in his lap, humming and rocking him gently. “So, what should we do? What should we do to have a little fun?” he wants Byungjoo to be laughing again, to be smiling. He’s missed his best friend.
He sighs happily, and moves to rest his head against Jungkook's shoulder, teeth sinking into his kimbap to take another bite off the little rice triangle. Letting out a soft hum, he blinks a few times and shrugs slightly, lips pursing a little. "I can't do a lot of strenuous stuff. I'm still technically supposed to be bedridden, but Hansollie and I both don't like that idea. Well... I mean, Hansol wishes I did, but he doesn't like arguing with me, so I mean..." He sighs, and looks up at the male with a little smile curved across his lips. "But we can do things that don't require a lot of moving around!"
"Maybe." Grayson laughs and takes one of the red vines, staring at it before he was taking small niggles of it. "Like where?"
"I am mildly insulted." He sniffles a little and licks over his lips before shrugging. "I dunno. Where d'you wanna go? I've got enough cash on my card still that I don't mind going somewhere a little pricier."
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"I really don’t see why I have to answer this question. It’s really none of your god damn business." But alas, he was being forced to answer anyways.
"Byungjoo is the only friend I have, and probably the only one I will ever have. He’s cocky, a show off, stubborn and at most times extremely annoying. But he can also be really caring, sweet almost. The fact that he can be so different is one of the reasons I consider him my friend. Through the years that we’ve known eachother I’ve watched him express all kinds of emotions and tried to learn how to do that myself. Sadly, I’ve only seem to come onto the negative ones, but it fits me no?"
"Anyways, you ask for my feelings of Byungjoo— when I’m not entirely sure what I feel for him. Expressing emotions isn’t my strong suit, and when I do feel them I’m unsure what they are. I wasn’t taught the same as normal children growing up, I was told to be one thing and one thing only - perfect. According to my parents you have to be stone cold and near emotionless to do this so that’s what I’ve strove for my entire life."
"But Byungjoo….Well, he makes me question my entire existence."
"He makes me want to feel something, and that’s a huge deal. I watch him and I’m envious. At first I thought I wanted to be him, I thought that if I had what he had then maybe I would actually be happy. But over time…well I realized I was wrong. I wanted to be with him, side by side. I wanted to share those experiences with him. I was to stubborn though, I would keep pushing him away. Because I was scared."
"But now…now I’m not to sure what to think. Byungjoo…Byungjoo loves me for crying out loud, he said so himself. I’m not to sure what to do with these words, it’s the first time they’ve ever been said to me and I actually felt something. I felt loved, I felt happy. Things I’ve never really felt before.”
"I care for Byungjoo deeply, I know that much…..I want to make him happy. I want to be with him nearly every moment, especially with what he’s going through right now. I…..I think I love him….but I’ve never felt love before, so I don’t know—-"
He runs his fingers up and down Byungjoo’s back, pulling him closer and holding him tightly. He’s missed Byungjoo immensely. He’s missed him so much and it’s ridiculous how comforting it is to hold the smaller male in his arms again. “I’d hope so, I’m the only one you got, right?” he’s joking, and he knows the male will take it that way, as he ruffles the other male’s hair, playing with the soft strands. “Are you feeling a little better now that you have food?”
"Yep! Of course you are! How could anyone compare to your magnificence?" He snorts a little, wrinkling his nose as he sticks out his tongue, the ruffle to reddish-brown locks making him squeak a little. Humming, he unwraps the little rice triangle, and takes a bite out of it, groaning in contentment and sinking into the male's lap with a sigh. "Mmmmm, this is perfect. Thank you, Kookie!"
"Byungjoo I need you to breathe for me, can you do that?" He helps the younger into more of a seated position, keeping him close. This wasn’t good. He knew Byungjoo was about to pass out again, the stress had been to much to fast, and Hansol wants to kill his parents like he almost did in that hospital room now because of it. How dare they put their son in this situation!
Then again, thinking it over for a moment, he’s sure his parents would’ve done the same. Granted, they would’ve stopped him from running off stage and he’d be stuck there jumping through hoops for the media.
He growls when he hears the bangs on the door, glaring up at it before he looks down at Byungjoo for a moment. “If you can’t walk I’ll carry you—” Or call a bodyguard to help them out. Those thugs would do anything for a pay raise- or at least his would. After the noise had gotten a little much, Hansol reaches up and puts his hand on the doorknob. He doesn’t turn it, or even grasp it enough to do so. He just sends a little electricity through it and he hears a yelp on the other side before the banging stopped. He pulls his hand back with a sigh. That would give him enough silence to think for the moment at least.
"Next time I tell you to stay home, listen to me hm?" He said, reaching over to fix the other’s hair in attempt to calm him down. "Now let’s get out of here," Before Hansol’s mask drops again—- "let’s try standing up."
"I don't know-- I feel faint.... dizzy, I can't--..." He shakes his head, lashes fluttering rapidly. His head is spinning like crazy, and all he wants is to go home, and curl up with Hansol, kiss him all the way up until he passes out from absolute mental and physical exhaustion. Tonight was too much, and he knows it, and he's honestly grateful that Hansol's said I told you so, otherwise he'd be worried that Hansol was just as screwed in the head as him.
Swallowing thickly, Byungjoo looks up at the male, eyes flickering with color wildly, like his power is acting up -- and there are little sparks of flame that flicker upon his fingertips as they tremble, but they die out when Hansol touches him again, and the blue of his irises fades away again, flickering to leave a dull gaze in it's place, one that pricks with more tears. He hates himself for being so reckless.
"Carry me." He mutters, shakily reaching up to curl his hands around the other's neck. "Please.... I can't feel anything. I-I think if I try to walk, I'll really f-faint... I'm sorry, j-just... for now. Please."
He smiles solemnly, looping his arm around the other male and tugging him closer, brushing his nose against the other's temple. "Good, good. That's what I thought." He laughs, biting his bottom lip and holding up the food. "Here's your food, needy." He puts the bag into Byungjoo's lap, grinning widely.
Bjoo smiles softly, lashes fluttering for a moment as he relaxes in the male's grip. He's missed this, honestly -- missed when Jungkook would just come over and hold him and talk with him about anything under the sun. He was the best, and only good friend Byungjoo had, ever. Shifting, he smiles brightly at the food, and reaches into the bag, pulling out one of the triangle kimbaps. "Mmmmm, you're the bested friend in the whooooole world, Jungkookie!"
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