Until The End of Time | Wonho [√]

22: ZENOSYNE

ZENOSYNE: THE SENSE THAT TIME KEEPS GOING FASTER

The sweltering heat of the noon of july was baking us like peas in a microwave. Shownu amongst the whole of us was sweating profoundly, yet he seemed for the first time, quite happy and eager to join in the talk on his own according. This was his favourite place after all.

The eight of us (including me, hanbyul and the group of the boys) had met up in the arts faculty canteen to chat over a lunch. Minhyuk immediately let out his disdain over the dull and depressing cafeteria food with its limited menu. Seeing him constantly chastising the food and the horrendous cucumber salad, Shownu suggested his go to place for beef soup and rice, and everyone agreed to walk over to there outside the campus.

For the whole fifteen minutes walk Wonho was by my side. It felt oddly normal for me to always have him by my side among the other six. Changkyun and Hanbyul were tired of sneaking up on me, espesially after they'd recognized I would utter no secret word, not one cohesive answer about my relationship with Wonh. They had dulled down and paid us no unnecessary attention.

The other boys seemed to have a truce with Wonho to not ask him about me, or probably anything for the matter. I wondered how much they knew about him in general. They seemed like they knew him to the core of their hearts, yet nothing at all.

If they did understand him why did he die in the other worlds then?

"What kind of song are they playing?" Jooheon's high pitched voice (due to the summer fever and cold he had acquired) snapped me back to reality.

My eyes fell on Wonho who sat on the opposite side of me, curiously glancing at the others. I needed to be here too. From time to time I could find myself lost in thoughts. It had always been like that. My attention spun was of a goldfish. Only now though, I could get why they said 'each moment is precious.'

Wonho turned his face and smiled softly at me, he picked up his phone from the table, typed something, and the next second, my phone vibrated from an oncoming text from him. 'Are you sad?'

Each moment is precious because someday I might look back and regret why I hadn’t lived that exact moment right here before it quickly passed away, like the thin slice of the moon hanging on a early morning sky.

"That's careless whisper. Have you never heard that song?" Kihyun commented. The music was of pop genre, that I could tell. And an old song that made you want to sway and dance with it.

"George Michael," Wonho said in a small whisper. Kihyun who sat by his side gave him a curt nod.

"Man wrote it when he was seventeen."  The curly haired, and short boy said with a know-it-all aura. His round specs flickered sun light from the reflecting glass walls of the restaurant.