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it's raining again. but that's okay. because the droplets never managed to hurt wooyoung in any ways. it's the memories that they brings along; slipping into his mind, when he blanks out and freezes in fear. when he has nothing to do, and nothing else to occupy his head. simply letting the waves of words flooding his brain. forcing him to drown, and not to think.
βhyeong,β
it's scary, wooyoung thinks. when he stares at the window and feels the cold creeps in, even when he's clad in nothing but the warmest clothes jongho could find. even when he barely feels jongho's lips kissing his nape. even when the younger's arms are circling around his tiny waist in gentle manner. because he's physically there, and yet his mind's is already far away.
βhyeong, what are you thinking?β
he does not know, and he does not have the plan to answer. but he knows jongho will understand, because the boy tightens his hug around his small figure. and he lets his warm breath tickles his neck.
βhyeong?β
βit's raining.β
βi'm aware.β
βit's raining.β
jongho says nothing. and he does not blame him. but, he makes small movement to place his palm atop of jongho's ones. together, they basks in silence that's too heavy to bear, and yet too worried to let go.
wooyoung blinks, and the rain falls harder. the sound is bothering his ears, but he pays it no mind. he thinks he was wrecked all along, and the darkness nods in agreement. because his mind, is a place where he can't escape from his own ghost. and not even the sunshine, is capable of pulling him out.
βit's raining, jongho.β
jongho whispers an βokayβ, and kisses his cheek.
it's raining.
π π‘ππͺπ¨π, 1.52 pm.