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The air was colder than it usually was at midnight. Flame had a hoodie on despite his preference for the cooler weather. His footsteps crunched on the slightly moist grass. No one was outside. No one was supposed to be outside.
Though in the park next to his house was a figure. The heavy rain clouds covered the moon, blocking its light. Flame still knew exactly who the person was. The main reason he had for stepping into such unstable weather wasn't known to him either.
Wemmbu was sitting at the base of a tree, not even on the benches in the park. The idiot wasn't wearing anything but a tank top and shorts. It was a death wish for any sane person to walk around like that during june thunder storms.
A harsh, unforgiving wave of the aggressive downpour ended a couple of minutes ago. The air smelled fresh, unaware of the questions stirring in Flame's head as he approached Wemmbu.
"Hello? Bro?" He asked from a few steps away. The sky grumbled directly above them. Wemmbu was shivering, he noticed. Instinctively, he pulled his hoodie over his head.
"Hey." His voice wasn't steady enough to induce the confidence he aimed for, but that was alright. He always failed. Flame crouched in front of him, placing a hand in his shoulder.
"What are you doing? Are you insane?" He didn't wait for his answer as he dragged the hoodie over his head, hoisting the other up by his arms. Wemmbu's explanation could wait. "Bro, you can not make me believe you willingly walked out in this weather wearing nothing but shorts."
Wemmbu hummed. His feet stumbled as Flame dragged him away from the safe place. He almost tripped trying to keep up the pace. Flame slowed down, barely a noch, barely noticeable by anyone but Wemmbu. Because when in need, Wemmbu could always call him.
They'll be each other's ride or die.
Flame's hoodie was warm, especially with the bit of Flame's body heat trapped inside it. It fell to just above his knees, like most of Flame's oversized hoodies did. Wemmbu had a few of them in his closet. Flame didn't ask for them back, not even when he saw Wemmbu taking them.
Flame's house was much warmer. Wemmbu knew that, because their fingers somehow interlocked and the warmth of his hands was only found in one specific place. To Wemmbu's knowledge. Knowing himself, he was most likely wrong again. Which was fine.
He took of his shoes as he entered Flame's house, allowing himself to be guided to his bedroom. They were two teenagers having a sleepover. Wemmbu didn't need an entire spare room, not in Flame's house. In Flame's home.
He face planted on his bed, enjoying the way his blankets morphed around him, almost swallowing him whole. The pillow cases were silk, ever since Wemmbu mentioned it was better for him to sleep on silk pillows. It was sweet of Flame.
"Talking tomorrow." Flame whispered, turning off the lamp. Wemmbu was allowed to pop up on his doorstep as he was allowed to open the fridge to get food. Wemmbu was always welcomed in Flame's house.
"Mhm." He shuffled over, patting the space next to him with minimal effort, motioning Flame to shut up and sit.
Flame did just that. He took his usual place next to Wemmbu, arm wrapping around his waist. The other pulled the blankets all the way up to Wemmbu's neck, tucking him in slightly. Then, it found its way to twist and play with Wemmbu's hair.
He buried his head in the crevice of his neck, breathing Wemmbu's perfume. He was perfect in every way, even if he only asked for help silently and a step away from Lady Death's doorstep. Flame tightened his arm around him.