My R {Soobin-centric}

My R

It is kinda early, the skies are still dark, not to mention it is also really cold and I can't help but hug myself with a shiver as puffs of white escapes my lips.

Climbing up the stairs to the top of the roof, I can't tell if the trembling from my footsteps are from the cold or the way my heart is hammering against my ribcage. 

A throbbing pain only I can feel. What led me here, to what I'm planning to do, doesn't matter.

Nothing does, which is why I'm here....

The door opens to the deserted view of an empty school roof, the wind blows quite hard and my hair got slightly disheveled by it.

(This is it...I-)

And just as I was about to take my shoes off, something catches my eye. In one spot a little further away from where I stand, a boy with blue dyed hair is leaning on the ledge, back against me with his shoes abandoned somewhere.

I see, someone got here first....

(Oh god, why....why are you here)

And maybe it was that humane side of me that I didn't know existed that makes an automatic reflex to scream, how hypocrite of me but I did it anyway. The strange tug of worry shouldn't be there but it was and my feet decided to move on its own.

Breathlessly my own voice rips through the silence for his attention just as he was about to jump.

"Hey! Don't do it, please!"

Whoa, wait a minute what did I just say? I couldn't care less either way since it passed my lips, out in the open now, no point taking it back. 

To be honest I was somewhat pissed; why did he have to come? I want to throttle him myself with my balled fists but refrain from doing so.

How frustrating, this was an opportunity missed!

(Thank god I wasn't too late)

Frowning at him though I'm not sure he gets that I'm mad, the boy looks sad. That blue colored hair really stood out, the guy looks like he's struggling with himself and if I hadn't known any better, those red eyes...he had been crying hadn't he?

Huh...dejavu

"Why?" I demand rather than asking, now that I'm right in front of him, seeing that he's not going to respond I grab him to face me, geez he looks awful with those swollen red eyes and the dried lips obviously from dehydration.

I try not to think of how he flinched when I did so. Blueberry head here refuses to meet my eyes, only looking down with that face of sadness that I'm too familiar with, more than I'd liked to, honestly I feel sorry for him.

Okay, since he's not going to be telling me his name, I'd just call him....Yeonjun? 

Alright, he'll be Yeonjun.

"Why? If you're going to throw yourself off at least tell me why?" I guess in my own anger and dare I say it, concern, it did perk my curiosity. 

Why is a guy like him up here? What reason that could have possibly led him here? Yeonjun sighs, clearly contemplating on what he should do or say to me.

To my surprise, well kind of? Maybe I didn't expect him to open up so easily, he seemed...secretive.

The boy with blue hair tells me of his woes, his sad sob story and how he got here now, on a rooftop two steps away from ending his life. 

"You've probably heard it all before; I really thought that he may be the one....but I was just delusional"

'And if I punch the fuck out of him....'