Subin

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Soobin watched Yeonjun try to talk to the group of upperclassmen again. His fists clenched in the pockets of his ripped jeans, his nails digging into his palms. Again, a burning thought pierced his temples, again he's messing with others.

Yeonjun smiled that open, goofy smile of his, unaware that his interlocutor's back had stiffened and his gaze had slid off to the side. He didn't make a sound, merely slowly raised his hand and drew the edge of his palm across his throat. The gesture was practiced, unambiguous. The upperclassman paled, muttered something to Yeonjun, and quickly left.

"Where are they going?" Subin heard his friend's puzzled voice as he approached. "They were just starting to tell me about the new motorcycle..."

“They’re annoying everyone with their motorcycle,” Subin’s voice sounded flat and impersonal.

"Shall we go to the dining room?" Yeonjun nudged him in the side with his elbow, and the touch, simple and familiar, stung Soobin.

"Yeah," Soobin nodded, starting to walk beside him, his shoulder almost touching Yeonjun's. "Mine, " something primal roared within him as their elbows touched. "Only mine ." "Just watch out, don't get in there."

Yeonjun merely laughed, taking it for a joke. He didn't notice how Soobin's wet, heavy gaze stole a glance at the line of his neck.

“You’re my only normal friend,” Yeonjun squeezed out.

• The only one.