This is not the kind of thing Hayun expected from Yohan when they first met, when it was decided they'd have some sort of friendly relationship. See, Hayun has what he thought was a very clear view of what being a friend means. He has some friends and he knows they care about him, but they wouldn't drop everything to check on him after some weird phone call. They'd show concern. They'd ask if he was okay. They wouldn't put their lives on hold for him. They wouldn't drop everything and come running. Hayun also doesn't really give them the opportunity. He calls them or texts them just to talk. He doesn't really tell them anything is wrong, though. It's just to fill the crushing silence for a short time. Hell, they don't have his address anyway. He doesn't give it out unless absolutely necessary. He doesn't want people showing up without warning.

Hayun didn't expect Yohan to be the kind of friend who comes running the moment he needs him. This is a man with a life outside of him and properly more responsibilities than Hayun could possibly fathom. And yet here he is.

"I don't want to be alone," he mumbles against Yohan's chest, shoulders shaking as he's overcome by quiet sobs.