I FEEL YOU LINGER IN THE AIR (SPECIAL EPISODE)

I FEEL YOU LINGER IN THE AIR (SPECIAL EPISODE)

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🍰🍰🍰 LAST TWILIGHT (2023)

Bonus: Tharn: wtf did I dream of... why is it sorta hot... oh i am hard... how a i gonna look that evil jellyfish in the eye... *immediately goes to check on said evil jellyfish to find out if something really did happen that night and he fell asleep afterwards*

What was I dreaming? a

The Sign ep 4

Shoutout to Idol Factory's top tier translation and closed caption team, and the Ep. 1 MVP, (Exciting sound), which marked the beginning of this thrilling journey

i love day's friends being like yes day, you're losing your vision and we're sorry about it but what are we gonna do about the fact that your caretaker is an absolute snack????

that is real friends right there

Chapter 4: Talking

It has been a week since he met Tinn at the hospital and then at the bar the next day. They haven't had any other encounter since then.

However, since the first encounter at the apartment, Gun has felt different. Usually, by this time of the year, he would feel terrible, unmotivated and without energy, he was still feeling like that the day before that first encounter, but after that something has changed. And everyone around him noticed it too. His manager had previously agreed to give him a few days off but when he noticed the sudden change in his behavior he asked him if he wanted to return to his normal activities, but Gun refused and took his time off. It was going to be just one month anyway. And after that time, he hoped this new source of energy is not completely gone.

When his friends asked him what was the reason for his sudden change he remained silent, not knowing how to respond. Previously he was even thinking of quitting the dream of his entire life. But after he met him again… He felt different. 

He’s not foolish enough to start developing hope just after some occasional encounters, he wouldn’t do that to himself, he also knows he doesn’t have the right to do that. But he can’t deny the fact that just knowing he was back in the country, back at being around makes him ridiculously happy. He knows is stupid, deep down he knows he shouldn’t be feeling this way, it wasn’t healthy to depend so much emotionally on a person, especially when this person was no longer part of his life. But, he can’t help or hide the thrilling feeling that blooms in his chest just by the mere idea of meeting him again.

He won’t accept it, not even say it out loud, but all those occasional encounters they had, have made him so damn happy, the happiest he has been for the past two years. 

And he won’t force himself to change that, just like he’ll never force his heart to let him go. Tinn and all the precious moments they spent together are carefully stored in the depths of his heart. And he will keep them that way as long as he can, just allowing one or two memories to slip through the cracks of his broken heart from time to time. As a constant reminder of how happy they were together. 

So, yeah. If asked he would say he doesn’t know the reason for his sudden change of behavior. But within him, he will smile at the reason, and secretly he would hope Tinn feels the same source of happiness at their shared memories, that's the only hope he’d allow himself to have. 

“Ohoo, friend. Who got you smiling like that?” One of his bandmates asks teasingly. 

They’re back at the bar having some drinks before their performance of that night. On the other side of the table, his eyes meet with Tiw who smirks back at him with a knowing look.

Because, of course, he knows the reason why Gun is smiling, probably like an idiot, is not other than his best friend, as it always had been. And apparently, it will continue to always be. 

“Is it N’Fah?” another of his bandmates asks, making Gun laugh at such a question. 

Fah was a famous actress and model with whom he was rumored to be dating. Rumors have never been so far from reality like with this one. Fah and he were just good friends and occasional business partners who their managers put together to have more success in the publicity campaigns they made together, fueling rumors and speculation. They were friends but that was all, never had any intention of crossing the professional line of business partners. However, his bandmates always insisted on the excellent chemistry between the two of them. Always asking if they were finally together. To what Gun just laughs.

“It’s nothing, stop being so nosy,” Gun says instead of answering the question. 

“Ow, you didn’t deny it was about N’Fah,” says Aat the first one to ask. “Are you two finally dating?” he adds, too excited to Gun’s liking. 

“You two have such good chemistry, that you should try making a move.” This time is Dew their drummer the one who talks. Gun just shakes his head, finishing his drinking to avoid having to say something. “The fans always go crazy when you two are together. Have you seen the last pictures they took of you two at the hospital?”

“They’re so nosy,” says the third member of his band, Mee, with a fond smile on his face. The three of his friends distract themselves by looking a the different pictures that fans have taken of him at the hospital. That is one of the things Gun will never get used to it about his job, the lack of privacy at all times even in the more vulnerable moments, sometimes seems like a price too high to pay for his dream and everything that comes with it.

He joins his friends to look at the pictures too. 

He's looking at them not really interested until he sees one picture in specific where he looks distracted. He follows his own gaze through the picture and is surprised to see the object of his intense look being captured by the picture too. Gun finds himself staring again at the handsome features of the doctor, his doctor. 

His. Doctor. Damn. That sounded too good, he thinks. 

“What were you looking at? The fans?” Mee asks curious. “You seem focused, like really focused” he adds, not noticing the real focus of Gun’s intense staring. The picture is taken from another fan's point of view, so it doesn’t really show the two doctors standing on the other side of the hall. You need to pay extra attention to really notice, and even if you do it no one would actually get to the conclusion he was looking at Tinn, but instead will draw the conclusion that he was looking at the fans, just like his friend did.

And Gun agrees. His friend was right, he was at a complete loss staring at such a beautiful face. It’s almost embarrassing now that he can see it in the picture. When his friend looks at him waiting for an answer, Gun just lets out an affirmation noise. And gets back to his chair to order another drink feeling increasingly embarrassed. 

Tiw, who’s still on the other side of the table looks at his friends with intention and before Gun can stop him he’s moving to look at the pictures too. Gun grimaces, and moves his hands in a failed attempt to stop his best friend's boyfriend but it's useless. The boy is smiling wildly going through all the pictures. 

“That’s what we call top-tier chemistry isn’t it, my friend?” Tiw says with a teasing smile on his face. 

“What do you mean?” Dew asks confused. Gun looks at Tiw with a warning in his eyes. 

Tiw walks closer to Gun and placing one hand on top of Gun’s shoulder he says, “Nothing, I’m just talking about Gun’s interaction with the fans” and in a lower tone he adds. “Such an intense look. Is that the reason why you were smiling before?” Tiw asks playfully. 

“Shut up” Gun mutters covering half of his mouth with one hand. Tiw just laughs it off and palming Gun on the shoulder he continues. 

“It’s alright, it’s alright,” he says but Gun can see in his eyes that he’s not done yet. “You haven’t seen each other since then, right?”

Gun shakes his head and narrows his eyes with suspicion. 

“I was just thinking…” Tiw starts and Gun knows that whatever comes after that won’t be good for his sanity. “Should I invite my old friend to our little high school reunion?” 

Gun’s eyes widen at the mere suggestion. He starts shaking his head aggressively but Tiw just smiles at him. 

“Oh, come on! Don’t be a coward” Tiw says a bit louder than necessary, making the others interested. 

“What are you two whispering?” is Aat who asks this time. 

“Nothing, nothing. I was just wondering if I should invite an old friend to our reunion…” Tiw says coaxing a brow in Gun's direction as if he was daring him to say further. 

Gun just rolls his eyes, annoyed, and he doesn’t even try to stop that damn nosy boy. 

“Should I?” Tiw asks again jokingly. “He still could say no, you know. But I guess it’s worth the try”. 

“Ai'Tiwson…” Gun mutters with warning, but knows perfectly he’s helpless against the other's resolution.

***

Tinn has been working the entire week nonstop. This is not something new, it’s always like that at the hospital. 

When the weekend arrives he’s overworked, completely drained out. He needs a distraction but this week P’Mai and him have different schedules and while Tinn was free his friend was still trapped in a double shift. 

He was still thinking of a possible way of distraction that wouldn’t leave him with a terrible headache the next morning when he receives a call from his best friend. 

“Tinn, my friend!” Tiw greets him through the phone excitedly. “How are you? Are you trapped on one of those endless shifts of yours or are you free?”

After greeting back his friend, Tinn replies “I’m actually free, why? Are you inviting me somewhere?”

“You tell me! Are you up for some high school reunion?” Tiw asks.

Tinn pauses for a moment to think of the proposal. What exactly does a high school reunion? Was he going to be there? Tinn wanted to ask but his friend wouldn’t allow him to. 

“Just come to the address I’ll send you. Everyone will be happy to see you!” And without another word, Tiw ends the call leaving a more than confused Tinn hanging on the other side of the phone.

Tinn looks at his phone confused but there’s not much he can do against his best friend's antics. 

An hour and a half later Tinn is arriving at the address that Tiw has sent him. One step in front of the bar is what it takes for him to recognize the place. He’s been here not so long ago, and it makes sense. He should’ve known better. His goddamn friend was playing with him again and Tinn was about to lose it, again. 

“You gotta stop doing this to me” Tinn mutters in a low voice, with a clenched jaw. It’s everything he says as a greeting and Tiw just flashes him with a ridiculous bright smile. 

“What do you mean?” Tiw asks, getting on his feet to greet his friend properly. Tinn just gives him an irritated look, pointing with his eyes to the place on the small stage where Gun and his band start preparing for their presentation. 

It’s not like Tinn didn’t know about the possibility of meeting with him again the moment Tiw mentioned it was a high school reunion, but still, he still could be dramatic about it with his annoying best friend. 

“Oh, that. I did forget to mention that small little detail” Tiw says apologetically, but then he adds “Even though I think you already knew and decided to come anyways…” With a suspicious look he continues, “Anything you would like to share, friend?” 

“Shut up, just shut up…” Tinn says with fake annoyance. 

In the end, he was looking for some source of distraction, and if this wasn't one, he doesn't know what is.

“Come, I’m gonna introduce you to everyone,” Tiw says, grabbing TInn by the shoulders and walking them toward the table near the stage. 

On his way to the table, his eyes wander over the place, and way too soon he finds the person he should be avoiding, but he’s clearly not… Tinn almost jumps in his place when he finds the other’s eyes already looking at him. 

He’s starting to regret his decision to come here and is about to turn around and leave when he sees Gun jump down the stage and walk toward them. By that time Tiw’s already introducing him to new people, and Tinn distracts himself from the alarming presence of his… ex, greeting every person on the table.

“Everyone, this is Tinn, my dearest best friend from high school who is just back in town from his studies abroad, yeah he’s so cool. If you ever find yourself in a life or death situation, this is the man you need to look for” Tiw says in the most flamboyant way possible. 

Tinn smiles a bit embarrassed but greets everyone anyway. His smile grows a little more genuine when he spots Por among the strangers sitting there, Por smiles brightly back at him, and he’s glad to see at least one familiar face in the place. At that moment he just recognized three people. 

So much for a high school reunion, he thinks. 

“Where are the others?” he whispers to Tiw. 

“They’re not coming. Pat and Jorn are traveling together on some sort of honeymoon trip. And Yo is busy with his career and family.” Tiw explains. 

“So, you blatantly lied to me, again” Tinn complains. 

“I didn’t! There’s an actual high school reunion that is not here but at the school next weekend. Everyone is coming, you should come too.”

By that time Gun and his band members are already by the table, Tinn can feel the burning sensation of the lead singer’s eyes on him, he’s not being very subtle about it, and Tinn feels like running out of there. Tiw introduces him to Gun’s band members but Tinn doesn’t register any of the names. 

“You’re all sober now, huh?” Win says as a greeting.

“Next time I’ll charge you extra for the security service,” Sound says this time, confusing Tinn, until he remembers that Sound was here the other night when he got completely drunk.

“Sound and Win own the place” Tiw explains. And Sound's presence the other night he was here makes lots of sense now. 

Tinn just nods and smiles awkwardly at Sound before saying, “Sorry. Won’t happen again.” 

Sound returns the nod and then is distracted by something Win is telling him. So now Tinn’s focus has no other option but to fall on the person next to Sound. Gun. 

The silence between them is awkward and everyone seems to notice because they give them some space to maybe adapt themselves, Tinn is not sure but he doubts it would be of any help. 

Tinn’s hands are sweating his heart’s beating fast and his head is a mess, just like it was so many years ago. He would find it funny if it wasn’t so freaking frustrating. Tinn is angry with himself, he’s supposed to be over this stupid reaction, but after all these years he keeps getting nervous around him, and it’s so frustrating he feels the need to break the uncomfortable silence, so he does it…

“Are you feeling better?” Tinn asks, daring to even look at Gun. His sudden question seems to take the latter off-guard. It takes a few seconds to get an answer from him. 

“Ummm, yeah. I’m feeling much better now, thanks… again. A-And t-thanks for asking…” Gun answers sounding incredibly uncomfortable. 

“Not problem,” Tinn says with a tense smile. And then he remembers he has reasons to be thankful too, so he adds, “Thanks to you as well”, and when Gun looks at him confused Tinn explains, “For taking me home the other night, a-and for the food. It was really nice, you didn’t have to… I don't know if you bought it or cooked it yourself, from the familiar taste I would say you cooked it but I couldn't be sure, iether way, I really appreciate it…” 

Tinn realizes too late that he is rambling once again. He curses at himself, because it’s something he has never been able to control, and it is worse when he is nervous. Mortified he looks back at Gun, not knowing when he has averted his eyes, but when he meets the other's look he finds a gaze full of fondness. 

Tinn is taken aback by the sudden wave of emotions he can clearly see in the other’s eyes. His eyes always have been so expressive and at that exact moment Tinn realizes how much he has missed witnessing that kind of look, but above all, he has missed being the cause of such a look, and the realization quickly turns his ears incredibly red. He listens Gun clears his throat, probably uncomfortable but Tinn does not dare to raise his eyes up to him again. 

He looks at his best friend instead and that’s an equally terrible idea. Because the only thing he finds in Tiw’s look is smugness. 

The damn traitor is enjoying too much setting Tinn up in the worse situations. 

“Well, aren't you guys going to start playing? Your audience is growing impatience!” Win yells, unknowingly going to Tinn's rescue. 

The band moves back to the stage. And Tinn desperately ignores the burning sensation he feels in the back of his neck and continues to settle down on the table, next to Por. 

The band is now taking a break after almost twenty minutes of performance. Gun has been nervous the entire night. Self-conscious the entire time. He wants to give an excellent performance and he’s not stupid enough to deny that the main reason for that is a certain person in the audience. And for the same stupid reason, he can’t stop stealing glances at the same said person. 

He hasn't felt this way in so long, he doesn’t even know how to deal with it. 

“Would you stop staring at him? You’re being too obvious!” Sound shouts in a whisper, half annoyed and half concerned. 

Gun is about to complain and say a shameful lie like ‘I’m not staring!’ but the problem is, he is indeed staring. He tried not to, but it was impossible, his eyes would wander on their own in his direction.

“I can’t help it…” he admits his defeat. Sound just shakes his head in disapproval. 

“Do you still…?” Sound doesn’t need to finish his question because all it takes is one look at his friend for him to get his answer. “After all this time?” he asks as confirmation. 

And Gun doesn’t answer, his eyes focus again on that one person at his friends’ table. 

The truth is he doesn’t even know himself. Does he still have feelings? Did he ever stop having them? How to be sure… 

Before, he thought the feeling of happiness he felt every time he saw him, was because of all the fond memories they had together. It has been the perfect excuse, the right reason to be feeling that way. But he’s not so sure that it's just that anymore. 

Was he trying to gaslight himself into the idea of not having any feeling left for his… ex? Maybe...

Because earlier when he witnessed Tinn’s cute little ramblings again, it didn’t feel like just a happy memory he was fond of. It felt more like something he had missed too much and wished to get back. 

“I don’t really know…” he whispers to his friend but mostly to himself. 

Tinn feels less uncomfortable. The conversation is actually not that bad at the table. He’s content with being able to talk to some of his past classmates and know about their lives and how everything has been going on. It’s the kind of distraction he needed. Tiw wasn’t lying after all, with time, more of their classmates started arriving at the bar and the group gradually increased in number. Tiw also didn’t lie about this being just a small reunion, sort of like a preparation for the real one that is going to take place next weekend at school. So, everyone was planning and suggesting activities they would like to have on the event day. 

The band is another great distraction he’s starting to enjoy. They’re really good, which is not a surprise given the lead singer they have, he shakes his head as the thought settles in his mind. Another thing that doesn't come as a surprise is how loved the band is. Just this performance at this small bar manages to gather a great number of people who seem to love the band dearly. The crowd is not that big though, and almost by the end of the performance, the band encourages them to ask for their favorite themes to be played by them. 

Tinn is paying attention to something Por is saying when someone at their table rises up to ask for a specific song to be played by the band. A spare mic is passed by the people at the other tables until it reaches the boy making the suggestion. When the name of the song leaves the boy’s mouth, Tinn almost chokes on the drink he was drinking at the moment. 

“Would you sing ‘Let Me Tell You’? I love that song!” the boy says, excitedly. 

Tinn coughs desperately for fresh air. Once he's able to breathe again his eyes lock with a stunished Gun still on the stage. 

When their eyes meet everything else disappears. Once again they’re back to being their seventeen-year-old self that stared back at each other, lost in each other's eyes. Gun is back to being that dreamy boy who wrote a song to the boy he just discovered he likes, and Tinn is back to being the happiest boy in the world to whom his crush from two years had written him a song. They’re back to being crazy in love with each other… 

The feeling is too much…

“Do you wanna sing it?” Sound asks Gun, but he doesn’t get a response. 

Gun is still looking at Tinn. They’re openly staring at each other. And Tinn can see the resolution on Gun’s face. He’s gonna sing it. He’s gonna do it, and Tinn is not ready to hear him sing, at least not that song, especially that song. 

It’s too much, because perhaps… they’ve never stopped being crazy in love with each other. 

That thought hits Tinn like a freaking fist in the stomach. And he can not handle it anymore, he needs to leave, need to breathe. He rises up from his chair and rushes to the nearest exit.

“I’m sorry. We don’t sing old songs anymore.” It's the last thing Tinn hears Gun say, before leaving the bar in need of fresh air almost in the breach of having a panic attack.

Gun looks at the panic in Tinn’s eyes before he feels it himself. At first, he feels frozen in his place, unable to move, but when he sees Tinn rise from his seat and rush out of the bar, he starts moving again. 

“Would you continue?” he turns towards Sound and asks as calmly as possible. His friend nods at him and waves him away. Gun apologizes to the audience for not being able to sing his old song and storms out of the stage, following Tinn’s steps. 

It doesn’t take much to find the other. Tinn is resting his back against one of the walls of the alley at the back of the bar. Gun gets worried when he notices Tinn looks like he’s having trouble breathing. 

“A-Are you alright?” he asks hesitantly. He doesn’t want to bother him, but he’s really worried. Tinn stiffs up when he hears his voice and Gun grimaces feeling uncomfortable. “I’m sorry. I don’t want to make you feel uneasy, I’m gonna go get Tiw…” Gun says and is about to leave when he feels a grip on his forearm. 

“It’s alright. I just needed a minute.” Tinn says with a strained voice. 

Gun gradually turns to face him, surprised that Tinn is still holding his arm. His surprise might have shown on his face because Tinn follows his look and almost immediately let go of his arm. Once he’s free of the other’s touch, Gun joins Tinn resting his back against the wall. They spend long minutes in complete silence, just standing next to each other, unable to even look at the other. 

It feels like an eternity has happened, but it has probably just been a few minutes. When Tinn is back to talking. 

“I didn’t mean to storm out in that way. I was really enjoying the song, the new songs are great, and the band is amazing. It’s just… when they asked for that song, you seemed so resolved to sing it, which is completely fine, it’s your song after all. It’s just that… I-I got s-so scared…” he confesses, capturing Gun's full attention.

Gun wants to intervene but Tinn does not allow him to do so and continues talking.

“It’s ridiculous. Isn’t it?” He asks with a soft chuckle. The little smile that remains after the giggles is sad, extremely sad. With a blank stare he continues, “I guess I’m not ready to listen to it again, not yet…” he adds with a small voice. 

Gun feels a knot form in his throat and his eyes water suddenly. The hand resting on his thigh clenches into a fist, from the strength he puts into suppressing the urge to reach for the other. Tinn also seems on the verge of tears, and all Gun wants to do is wrap him in a tight embrace, to perhaps in that way ease the pain away.

But he doesn’t do it. Doesn’t feel with the right to do any of those things he’s itching to do. 

"It's not ridiculous, at all," Gun whispers wanting to reassure him somehow. "I- I don't feel ready either... We don't sing old songs because of that. I-I can't. It feels too... soon," Gun confesses, unable to look over at Tinn. He can feel Tinn's staring at him but he doesn't say anything. 

Silence falls upon them again, but this time is a bit less dense. 

“I’m planning to sell the apartment…” Tinn suddenly says, after other long minutes of silence. Making Gun tense up again. At this point, his feelings were a freaking roller coaster. If he didn't know Tinn was experiencing the same thing he would think Tinn was playing with his feelings. But it’s clear the doctor’s mind was all over the place just like his. “I thought, I should tell you since you were feeling attached to it, somehow I... It probably wasn’t a good idea, wasn’t it?” he asks insecure. 

“It’s alright,” Gun says with difficulty, the knot still tight in his throat. Tinn just nods and they fall into silence again. 

It’s not like he could say something, Gun thinks. It’s Tinn's apartment at the end. And it’s not Tinn’s problem that Gunn has gotten attached to it. 

“Gun…”

“Tinn…”

They say at the same time. The silliness of the small coincidence makes them laugh softly, taking away just a small part of the sadness that involves them. 

“Go ahead,” Tinn says, finally being able to look Gun in the face. 

“Not, you go first,” Gun says instead, holding Tinn’s gaze with the small smile still on his face. 

Letting out a small sigh, Tinn takes the opportunity given, “I just wanted to say that I think is good we’re talking now, and not just staring at each other awkwardly.” he says the last thing jokingly, making both of them chuckles. Then he adds, “We will probably keep meeting each other frequently, so I guess is good that we’re able to, just talk…” Tinn finishes still holding his gaze on Gun’s face. 

The singer nods in silent agreement. And when he feels the awkwardness rise again he intervenes. 

“I still need to get this checked, next week,” Gun says pointing at his head. This makes Tinn let out a soft laugh. 

And Gun is delighted at the familiar sound. He finds himself laughing too, it’s contagious apparently, and the feeling is warm in his chest. But when Tinn gets a bit closer to him, Gun stops laughing, and then Tinn places one of his hands on the left side of the top of his head, tilting it slightly to the side just enough for him to see better at the place where is Gun’s wound. At the sudden closeness, Gun even stops breathing, remaining still, breathless and nervous, so freaking nervous.  

“Looks pretty good to me,” Tinn says with his soothing voice way too close to Gun’s face.

Gun can’t help but close his eyes at the slightest touch that Tinn’s warm breath does when it brushes against the skin of the side of his face. Gun tries, he really tries to stop the impulse, suppress it with all his strength, but can’t help but tilt his head slightly to the side against Tinn’s hand, nuzzling with the side of his face and his nose the soft skin of Tinn’s inner wrist.

The smell of his skin is so familiar, that Gun starts feeling light-headed. He has missed him so much that it pains him. 

When he feels Tinn’s other hand cupping the other side of his face. Gun is helpless. They’re no longer resting their back on the wall but fully facing each other, involved in each other’s warmth. Gun opens his eyes and lets his hands go up to Tinn’s face and with trembling fingers, he dares to trace the underside of Tinn’s chin. 

They’re staring at each other’s eyes, and Gun can’t help but lower his gaze a little and for a second too long stare directly at Tinn’s slightly open lips. 

“Can I…” Tinn murmurs, Gun’s heart stops beating for a solid second, and the shock might reflect on his face, because Tinn hurries to clarify, with a nervous voice. “I mean… Ummm…. What I—”.

“A hug? Would you like a hug?” Gun asks softly, with endeared amusement. And Tinn just nods leaning against him and Gun catches him letting out a pleasant sigh. 

He has missed this too. Fuck. He was so fucked up. 

They probably shouldn’t be doing this but hugging never felt so good, never felt so needed. They’re holding to each other tightly with no intention to let the other go any time soon. Tears roll silently down both of their faces. They feel so at peace and yet so troubled. So comfortable in each other's arms.

Until…

“There you are! I’ve been looking for you since I got here. What are—?” Gun’s manager's annoying voice interrupted the peaceful silence they were in. 

“P’Ae, I told you, you should wait until…” Tiw is saying, but it’s interrupted. 

“Wait? I don’t have time to wait. Gun?” the older man asks impatiently. 

Tinn and Gun have already taken their arms off each other and are now awkwardly trying to wipe their tear-stained faces. 

“I’m coming, Phi. Please wait for me with the others,” Gun asks, facing his manager but looking sideways at Tinn. The latter is still busy cleaning his face and fixing his hair which is a bit tousled. 

Gun’s a bit embarrassed to realize he was probably the one who messed his hair when they were hugging. 

“I’m sorry, friend. I tried to stop him but you know how stubborn he is.” Tiw apologizes looking truly mortified. 

“It’s alright. Please, keep Tinn company, he was not feeling well…” Gun is saying but Tinn interrupts. 

“Actually. I think it's better if I go.” Tinn says. 

Gun, who was almost leaving at the moment, stops immediately and looks back at Tinn with alarm. They share a look and some sort of silent understanding. 

“Are you sure?” Gun asks, still worried. And Tinn just nods. They share another long look and when Tinn is about to leave Gun calls him, “Tinn?”

Tinn stops to look at him. Tiw has given them a little space, while he keeps watch of Gun’s manager. 

“Would you tell me if you ever want to listen to the song again?" Gun asks with an intense look, filled with plea and silent feelings. Tinn looks at him for what feels like an eternity, Gun even starts to panic believing that he has messed it up once again. But when Tinn finally answers he's smiling softly. 

"I will." It's the only thing Tinn says. 

"See you at the hospital, next week,” Gun says with an intense look, and Tinn just nods again, before leaving followed by Tiw. 

~

"Who is him?" Dew asks, with curiosity. 

"Looks like he's really close to Gun," Mee adds, and everyone nods. They're staring at the place where their manager has interrupted the hug the two boys were having. 

"Were they close friends?" is Aat who asks this time.

Sound and Wiin look at each other, but is Sound who ends up answering.

"As far as I know, they have never been able to be friends and I doubt they will ever be..." Sound says with a knowing smile but doesn't add more, leaving the three boys even more confused than before. "They're too stupidly in love with each other for that..." he whispers at last. Win is the only one to get to hear it.

To that, his boyfriend holds his hands and nods at him, understanding better than everyone what Sound is saying. 

The band's manager returns to where the members are waiting, and minutes after Gun is back too, but there's no signal of Tinn or even Tiw anymore.

Just by looking a Gun's facial expression, Sound knows his friend is not okay, and deep down he hopes that he will soon be able to either act on his feelings or end it all once and for all. Or they will end up hurting each other much more.

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