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A loud clap of thunder startled Yunwoo out of his thoughts, making him flinch and almost audibly wince. Then, he heard rain start falling. Confused, the brunette looked out of his cell- to see it... actually raining in the prison. A few more thunder claps and a lightning strike made him jump again, falling off his bed with a thud.
He cursed and grumbled under his breath as he rubbed his head, using his other arm to prop himself up- until he paused completely as he noticed a different sound among the cacophony of raindrops and thunder. It was the sound of whimpering; the noises a human would make when they're sobbing- a pathetic hiccuping and crying could just barely be heard coming from the cell across from Yunwoo's-... Nahun's cell.
Yunwoo's dark brown eyes widen, as he lifts himself off the vibrantly colored ground, his footsteps almost drowned out by the relentless noises of the storm. The one in yellow peered out from between the bars of his cell, squinting a bit before his gaze landed upon a trembling purple heap on the floor of the opposite cell. That's surely Nahun, though his face is hidden his bright, fluffy purple hair is a dead giveaway.
Yunwoo's eyebrows furrow and his lips curl into a frown at the sight, a pang of sympathy shooting through his heart like a bullet. It was actually quite surreal seeing someone like Nahun crumbled in on himself, shaking and sniffling like an injured animal. He was just always so jubilant and full of energy, bursting with positivity no matter the horrors that lurked around him. It nearly terrified Yunwoo to see the relentlessly energetic man in such a sorry state. Just what had made him break down like this?
Yunwoo looks around the halls, making sure nothing or no one was around. He then walked over to the door of his cell and took one of his hair clips out, proceeding to pick the lock with it. He fumbled for several seconds, but managed to get through when a small 'click' sounded and the door quietly swung open as he pushed it. Yunwoo sighed and cautiously made his way over to Na-hun's cell, anxiety rising as he made it over to the neighboring cell and started to pick the lock of it's door. He managed to open it quickly however, and hurried inside, stopping just a foot from Nahun's shivering from on the floor.
The purple-haired one was curled up in the fetal position, laying on his side with his face stuffed into his knees. He was actually taller and much stronger than Yunwoo, but at this moment he just seemed so small and so fragile. Yunwoo gripped onto the straps of his bookbag as he gazes down at Nahun, a sadness washing over him like a tidal wave, crashing onto his heart almost painfully. He felt guilty seeing this- and he wasn't even sure why.
The brunette sighed, sitting down next to the purple-haired one hesitantly. He sat in silence for a moment, staring at Nahun with an air of awkwardness. He observed how Nahun would flinch hard every time thunder rung out, muffled whines wracking through his body. Yunwoo reached a hand towards Nahun, retracting it as it almost made contact with him. If he knows one thing about having a mental breakdown, it's that he's always hated being touched during one. And well, Nahun might not be the same, but he doesn't want to take a chance still.
So he clears his throat to let Nahun know of his presence, opening his mouth to say something- but no sounds comes from his mouth. He has no idea what to say- he's no good at comforting other people in times of emotional distress. He's usually the one going through it; not vice versa.
But still, he tries anyway- for what reason he's putting in so much effort to try and comfort Nahun, he has no idea. But he tries. "uhm-... Hey, are you... okay??" He stutters lamely, cringing at the choice of words. Of course Nahun isn't okay, he's literally crying on the floor. Yunwoo wishes he could bash his head in right there at his idiocy.
Nahun perks up at the sound of Yunwoo's voice, and though still trembling, he sits up and faces the shorter man. His words were interrupted every now and then by sobs, but he still managed to speak just with a bit of a stutter. "Y-yunwoo hyun-hyung..." He croaked, his voice broken and raspy from crying. "Y-you came to me! I-in my t-... time of need...!" Nahun's eyes seem to shine, though tears are still streaming from them like waterfalls. He falls forward and envelops the brunette in a tight embrace, burying his reddened face in the soft fabric of Yunwoo's shirt. He wailed harder after he collapsed onto Yunwoo's chest, knuckles turning white as he gripped the back of the yellow flannel like his life depended on it.
Yunwoo almost fell over from the force of Nahun falling onto him, bracing himself by planting his hands on the floor behind himself. The shorter man sits there with a renewed sense of awkwardness, moving his right hand tentatively to rest on the taller's back. "Uhh. It- It's okay. Don't cry...- Nahun...-" He replied in an unsure tone.
No matter what Yunwoo seemed to do though, Nahun's cries just seemed to get worse. He could hear Nahun speak to him again, though muffled as his face was shoved against Yunwoo's chest. "Pl-please-- Please, Yunw-woo, stay with m-me...! I-... I ca-can't do this al-alone... Please!" The purple-haired man pleads, locking eyes with the brunette.
Yunwoo's breath hitches and he feels his body freeze as he stares down into Na-hun's beautiful, desperate, hurting ruby red eyes. He feels like shit as all the times he's pushed him away, hurt him, discarded him all flash through his mind. He's finally able to comprehend why he felt such guilty looking at Nahun, earlier and now. "I-I..." Yunwoo starts, words dying on his tongue as sweat pools at his brow.
Nahun frowns deeply, his grip only tightening on Yunwoo. Yunwoo feels like he's being suffocated, but not physically. "It- Nahun, it'll be okay, I'll stay with you-" He reassures him, praying that his words will seem truthful to atleast one of the two.
"You... You promise...? You wo-won't leave me... Really?" He probes, shifting closer to Yunwoo, his arms ever tightening in a vice grip.
"Y-yeah, yes, I won't leave you-" Yunwoo's body tensed as he feels the younger man cling onto him tighter and tighter, nodding frantically. "Please stop squeezing me so hard though-" He adds on, starting to sound almost as frantic as Nahun.
"You... You better not. I-I'll never... never let you a-anyway." He sulks, burying his face back into the now tear-soaked area of Yunwoo's shirt. He loosens his grip ever so slightly after a few seconds, but doesn't make even the slightest move to let go. By now, it seems Nahun's cries have died down somewhat, as he now is shaking much less and only elicits quiet sniffles every now and then.
Yunwoo sighs, his shoulders relaxing only the tiniest bit. At least he won't get crushed to death by his obsessive fellow prisoner now. He looks out too the hall again, seeing the storm has somewhat calmed aswell. There was no more lightning or thunder, and now there was just the soft and constant patter of raindrops permeating the air.
After a couple more seconds, the older man looks back at Nahun. He notices how much more relaxed Nahun's body is, and how his sniffling has completely stopped. His back signified the gentle rising and falling of breath, and after a few seconds more a soft snoring started to come from Nahun. He'd no doubt tired him self out from all the crying he did, and duly succumbed to his exhaustion; entering a peaceful slumber upon Yunwoo's chest.
And now the brunette was trapped here. Just great. Well, he didn't want to risk waking Nahun and having him break out in tears again upon seeing Yunwoo trying to escape from him, since he'd probably still be in a fragile mental state due to his mental breakdown a bit ago. So he supposes he'll just have to resign himself to his new fate of being the purple-haired one's personal pillow.
Honestly, though, as Yunwoo gazes back at Nahun, he can't find it in himself to be completely annoyed at this little predicament. There's something about the way he looked, comfortably laid against Yunwoo's chest, that ignited this warm feeling inside of him. It's strange, and quite frankly terrifying, because he's sure as hell never felt this way looking at Nahun before. But, even then, it's so very... nice, all at the same time. The weight of Na-hun's head resting against his heart feels like the hug of a weighted blanket, and Yunwoo for once doesn't feel like he wants to disappear, because life is finally being somewhat kind to him; albeit in a weird and confusing way.
He feels his cheeks heat up and curiosity bubbles up inside him as he slides the hand that had been resting on Nahun's back the whole time into his hair, running his tan fingers through it experimentally. Nahun coos nonsense in his sleep, nuzzling up against Yunwoo's chest affectionately at the gesture. Yunwoo feels his face burning. What is going on right now? Just a moment ago Yunwoo felt like he was being ripped apart with guilt, and now he feels butterflies flapping around in his stomach, but this time due to a warm and fuzzy feeling instead of anxiety.
The brunette sighed, slowly running his fingers through soft purple strands of hair as he turned his gaze back out to the hallway outside of the cell. No matter, he didn't have the energy to get into what exactly this all meant anyway, so he just rolls with the punches as usual. And the rain comes to a halt.