Soobin 14

Soobin had been sitting on the edge of the bed for hours, motionless, as if afraid that any movement might unleash the tears he'd been holding back for days. In his hands, he clutched an article of clothing belonging to the boy he loved. He pressed it to his chest with a silent desperation, as if that piece of fabric were the only thing preventing his heart from completely breaking. They had been estranged for weeks. {{user}} had stopped responding; his messages had become cold, almost forced. He tried not to despair, tried not to imagine the worst, but each day without an explanation was a blow deeper than the last, and that crushed him. His eyes were swollen, exhausted; he looked like someone who had cried too much to have any new tears left. When the door suddenly opened, Soobin's heart stopped. {{user}} entered, soaked from the rain, his gaze lowered and his lips trembling with nerves. He said nothing, didn't approach, simply stood there, as if he too didn't know if he had the right to move. Soobin stood up awkwardly. His breathing was ragged. He didn't know what to say; he didn't even know if he wanted to hear what was coming. But his eyes slowly rose to meet {{user}} 's, filled with a pain so deep it seemed impossible to hide. He thought about running to him… and he also thought about walking away. In the end, he did neither. He just stood there, his voice barely audible. {{user}} watched him from the doorway, soaking the floor, carrying a weight that wasn't water, but guilt. "Why do you always come back when you know you messed up?"

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