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07 ➵ SO LONG TIME | SEONGJOONG

GENRE: angst

MAIN: kim hongjoong/park seonghwa | kang yeosang/park seonghwa

WARNINGS: uhhh nothing much just. post-breakup angst 

WORD COUNT: 2.5k

NOTE: this was a songfic of sorts, inspired by hongjoong's cover of so long time (his by. hongjoong #4 !!) his voice and the cover itself hurt me too much so Lo And Behold here we have this fic HAHAHAH

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( i finally went out after a long time )

The evening was cold, droplets of rain hanging in the air as though stuck in a debate whether to fall upon the city or stay scattered within the atmosphere, a film of humidity that added to the drowsy, slow-moving rhythm of the streets. The sky looked barren, heavy — stirring with dark clouds that shielded the orange sunlight that often washed over the streets at this time.

It's been a while since Hongjoong last went out, and he wished he had planned to do so with regards to the shitty weather. He didn't really mind, though — the rain (or the rain that was tiptoeing the edge of falling) would help clear his mind a bit. The constant bustling atmosphere of his office and other unwanted thoughts that often invaded his head had made him feel tired, and the crisp chilliness of the current weather brought with it a way of completely rinsing Hongjoong's mind he couldn't have found anywhere else. The wind was strong, blowing back his black locks of hair and stinging his eyes, drawing tears that Hongjoong didn't really have a reason to not let loose.

Everything looked the same as it had three years back. The street, still not properly paved after upturning it to fix some issue with the sewer — the shops he'd visited over and over, restaurants he'd eaten from so often he's sure the owners have his order memorized. It hurt to look at, these all being things he'd shared with . . . him.

Seonghwa.

It made his eyes burn, the back of his head throb with something that didn't feel much like a migraine. It made him regret going out, coming onto this street — he wished he could go back home and burrow under his duvet and never get out ever again.

Everything hurt. So, so bad.

( the familiar street, the familiar restaurants 
i tried to avoid them to forget you )

In a split second, everything in the sky broke apart — a bolt of lightning broke through the clouds and the weight collapsed, rain falling so heavily that he was drenched in under seconds. He ran into the nearest bar he could find, shaking water droplets out of his hair as the door closed to the heavy rainfall outside.

A part of Hongjoong wanted to let go like that as well. Everything he'd pent up, all the thoughts, feelings, unsaid words — he wished it could pour upon him like the rain and wash away down the drain, never to be heard of again.

"Ah, Hongjoong!"

The familiar voice makes him turn around. It's Minho, the owner of the bar, and seeing him after so long stirred an emotion in Hongjoong that's rather akin to the weather then.

"Hey . . . Minho." Hongjoong smiled, sitting down on a stool. The bar was empty, given the time and weather, and the atmosphere was warm and cosy just like how he remembered it. The air smelt of lemon disinfectant and bittersweet memories that were buried deep inside Hongjoong's soul.