eleven

dejun felt a whole lot lonelier than he used to. it's only been a few days since they finished the play but dejun already wanted to go back.

he had his audience around but they still couldn't fill the sudden hole in the boy's heart.

liu yangyang just glanced at the older one from afar; something in him wanting to openly approach the boy. "hell no..." he mumbles, turning on his heel and leaving the halls.

dejun saw this and the small spark he had grew a teensy bit but it died as soon as he saw the other boy's back.

"okay then..."