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They've been through a lot together. They stayed close to each other in any situation, even the most insignificant one, because it gave them a guarantee of safety. Individually, each of them felt anxiety, some kind of tremor in their whole body, because there was no defender nearby. There was really nothing to protect them from, no one was threatening them and there were no fights, but next to each other they felt like they were in some kind of circle that protects them from everything bad. It was like a bubble that couldn't be burst.
It started a long time ago, and they always felt safe with each other, even when they weren't close. It became difficult to keep their distance from the first days of dating, because they had never felt such protection before. Now it was a habit, they were around all the time, because it was impossible to get out of this protection. It felt like they were the same person. It's like twins who can never be separated. But they were never alike. They had common interests and the same sense of humor, but their personalities, looks, and other factors were very different. Therefore, it was considered a miracle that somehow they stuck together so tightly that nothing in this world could separate them. It seemed that if one of them killed a man, the other would help hide the body. That's how much they cherished each other, which was strange and even... wrong, somehow. But right for them.
By his nature, War was quite active with people close to him. He loved to joke, talk, be the life of the company, and have fun with everyone. He loved the world and people. But without his protector by his side, he got lost, shut himself up, stopped noticing the world around him, and walked around with serious face. It was as if his whole character was changing beyond recognition.
Yin had the same problem. Cheerful when War is around. Serious and quiet when he's not around. And their entourage understood this, so they were never invited to events separately, there was no point in that. They complemented each other so much that the two of them were like one person. It even scared many people.
But they got used to it. They are each other's strongest support, the strongest resource of strength and perseverance, love and happiness. This was especially evident when they had very important events in their lives. For example, a concert.
They rarely have such events, so every concert is something very serious, dear to the heart. During the day, they prepared for it separately, and in the evening they gathered and ran through the lines together. During the day, none of them wanted to go anywhere because they were rehearsing separately. But in the evening, getting ready for the concert was already like a ritual, quite pleasant and warm to the heart. They had fun, came up with something new, changed their songs for the better. They will never forget these evenings.
The day before the concert, they also rehearsed together at War's house in the spacious living room, on the couch. They usually sang together and gave each other some vocal tips, and sometimes they got up and danced together to make everything look perfect on stage. This time they focused on singing and on their lines in between stages. Everything was fun, as usual, but at the end of the rehearsal, War suddenly became quiet, staring at the papers with his lines. With his thumb, he seemed to be pressing down on these pieces of paper so that small dents appeared. Yin noticed right away, of course. When a War is worried, it doesn't go unnoticed by the other.
"Hey," Yin said softly, moving a little closer to him. "Anxious?"
War just pursed his lips, gripping the sheets of paper more tightly.
"Of course," he replied, without looking up at the younger one.
"We've been preparing so much. It's going to be all right," Yin tried to reassure him, but words rarely helped War. So Anan slowly pulled his hand to his wrist, going down a little lower and intertwining his fingers with him. "I'm with you. We are together"
Wa smiled as he could. Touching really helped him feel much better, but the weight of an important event overwhelmed him concern, causing his anxiety levels to rise. War was breathing heavily, biting his lower lip. His heart began to pound violently, and he felt every pulse beat throughout his body: his ears, limbs, and chest. He felt slightly dizzy and leaned back on the sofa, one hand still holding those sheets of paper while the other hand was gently held by Yin.
Yin stared at him. He watched him carefully, noticing any changes in his behavior in order to calm him down better. He raised his hand to his face, still not letting go, and gently pressed his lips to the back of his hand, closing his eyes. War shuddered slightly and looked at him, watching as he inhaled the scent of his hands without leaving his palm with his lips. After a minute, Yin opened his eyes, meeting War's. His smile was a lot better now.
"I love us," he said slowly, in a slightly hoarse voice, watching Yin smile at this phrase, squeezing his hand tighter in his own.
"I love us too"
They rarely said "I love you" because they loved what they had. From an indestructible bond that has been building for years. Their little comfort bubble, where they spent 80% of their time. They loved the love between them.
War calmed down, his breathing returned to normal, but still felt the pulse in his whole body, anxiety won't living him go. But they decided to return to the rehearsal. And as soon as he touched the pieces of paper with the hand Yin had been holding recently, he made some sudden movement and accidentally cut his index finger on the sheets of paper. It was so unexpected that he abruptly pulled his finger back and hissed, starting to shake it in the air so that the cold air would reduce the pain a little.
Yin just took that hand again. He lifted it up to his face again. And without the slightest hesitation, he took War's index finger and slowly put it in his mouth, feeling the metallic taste of blood on his tongue.
War jerked in surprise.
"Don't..." War muttered softly, taking Yin's face in his opposite hand, pushing it slightly away from his hand, running his thumb over his wet lips.
Yin just smiled, not taking his gaze off his brown eyes.
"Did you know that there are a lot more bacteria in your mouth than in that paper I cut myself with?" War scolded him, but not seriously, rather from the surprise of his gesture.
"Boring. I thought you'd like it," he laughed, letting go of his hand, leaning on the sofa, without removing the smile from his face.
"You're impulsive. Stop doing whatever comes into your head," War continued to scold, turning his gaze away from him.
"So you didn't like it?"
"What kind of question is this? Fuck off," War said a little louder, sorting through the papers that were already all crumpled.
"Your reaction was cute. I want to do it again"
"Try it, I'll throw these papers at you," He lifted them into the air, swinging, and Yin just continued to smile, carefully watching his actions.
War did not notice how he calmed down. And Yin was smiling because he knew it would help.