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Dylan had come back to the member's house earlier than usual. With Thame on a date with P'Po, Tui at P'Gam's, Nano visiting his family back home and Jun out at his usual bar with god-knows-who, Dylan had the house all to himself.
Or so he thought.
He was thinking he could finally watch that movie on TV, since Nano wasn't there to take control of the remote watching survival shows like every other night.
His keys jingled as he got them out of his back pocket and into the door lock. Dylan walked in and swinged the bedroom's door open, startling Jun.
"Oh. I didn't know you were there." Dylan murmured, dropping his backpack on the floor.
Jun sat on his bed with his airpods in. He quickly wiped his eyes with the sleeve of his sweatshirt and sniffed.
"Why are you home so early?" Jun muttered, taking his airpods out. Dylan noticed how Jun kept his gaze low, so unusual of him. Jun usually took up space, his body language always open and outward, but now he kept his knees to his chest and his head hanged low.
"Weren't you supposed to go out with that girl? What's her name again?" Dylan asked, opening his wardrobe to hang his leather jacket. With the corner of his eye, he looked at Jun blow his nose.
"I didn't go. Go ahead and call me lame if you dare." Jun said, and Dylan was almost about to, but Jun stood up and tried to walk past him. Now that he was closer, Dylan could take a better look at Jun's puffy red eyes and his dripping nose. Dylan's heart skipped a beat.
"Were you crying?" Dylan asked, voice barely above a whisper.
"No, now piss off." Jun kept his head low as shoved Dylan away.
"Ai Jun! Don't run away!" Dylan grabbed Jun's forearm.
"Let me go." Jun said, struggling against Dylan's firm grip.
"I'm just worried, ok?"
"I said let me go!" Jun harshly freed himself from Dylan's hold, and his nails accidentally scratched his friend's forearm. Jun grabbed Dylan by the collar of his hoodie and pinned him against the wall. Dylan's back hit the wall with a bang.
"What the hell, dude?" Dylan yelled. "What is wrong with you?"
Jun froze. His gaze looked so broken and miserable when realization hit, before he let go of Dylan. "I… I'm sorry."
The look in Jun's eyes made Dylan suddenly forget his anger. Jun shed a single tear that crossed his cheek. As he looked down, Jun immediately looked so small.
"What's wrong…?" Dylan asked, voice quiet and gentle as he caught his breath. "Did someone mess with you?". Dylan knew that wasn't it, even if he was ready to fight. Jun was perfectly able to let go of insults and put people in their places. Jun only had one weakness, one he'd never openly admit.
"Nothing's wrong. I think I'll just go to bed."
"I'll stay with you."
"Do whatever you want." Jun said, and the fact that he didn't kick him out was more than enough to Dylan.
Jun laid down on his bed, on his side and away from Dylan. Dylan settled next to him before he turned off the lights.
Dylan's arm hesitated, before it wrapped around Jun's waist. Jun held his breath for a moment, surprised at the sudden contact. Jun and Dylan didn't have that kind of relationship: the teased each other, fought over the smallest things and got on each other's nerves constantly, but when it mattered, they knew how to be there for the other. So Jun didn't move an inch when Dylan held him close and buried his head in Jun's back.
The silence was broken by their soft sighs and exhales, as Jun relaxed more and more in his arms. Dylan had closed his eyes when Jun whispered his name.
"Dylan?"
"Mh?"
"…Do you think he'll ever love me?"
Dylan couldn't answer that. Any possible answer would have been a cruel one. Instead he hugged Jun tighter. Soon enough, Jun's body shook from sobs. He sniffed and hid his face in the pillow. He cried it all out. Dylan knew that pain way to well. That's why he didn't let Jun go.
Dylan wished he could tell him that it was ok and that pain will eventually go away. But Dylan knew he couldn't promise him any of that. He had experienced that pain himself. No one could be saved from unrequited love. It's a pain that hunts you forever.
Dylan kept quiet, burying all words willing to escape deep in his heart. Jun had eventually cried himself to sleep.
Of course it was P'Po Jun was crying about. It was always P'Po, like it had always been. Dylan had seen Jun fight for P'Po in a way he had never seen him fight for anyone. None of Jun's exes and dates could compare: Jun had never looked at anyone the same way he looked at P'Po. Jun had never looked at Dylan like that and he never would.
How unlucky were Jun and Dylan for them both to suffer from unrequited love?
Dylan sniffed, rubbing his face on the back of Jun's shirt to brush away his tears.