always a losing game

The staircase leading up to the roof has missing steps from where Donghyuck accidentally broke the stone away trying to redecorate. Renjun hops over the empty spaces with ease, taking care not to slip on the water-soaked stone. The curtains over Mark’s window are drawn tightly shut as he walks by but candlelight bleeds through beneath the cotton. Renjun sighs deeply.On the roof, facing the horizon with his face turned towards the sky, is Jaemin.“You’re getting wet,” Renjun says. Jaemin opens his eyes, rainwater sticking his eyelashes together in ink-black clumps. His hair is plastered to his forehead– sun-bleach blond and pale against the tan of his forehead, and he’s still wearing his sparring gear.“So are you,” Jaemin says, stepping back to allow Renjun a spot at the ledge.***or; a war that no one wants to fight, a battle few want to win, and renjun is still in love with jaemin