𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 {𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐣𝐮𝐧}

29

i walk away from jukyung's house. i roam around the streets at such late hour, nothing to do so i head to the convenience store, buying packs of food. i head over to the cashier and pay my pay and head out sitting on the chair. i sigh putting my hand on my chin. i feel myself feel empty, i listen to droplets of rain pour down. weather here is strange, always unpredictable. weather is weird, but i wonder why, why we live in such weather.

i'm talking nonsense.

"hey."

i jump but it's just suho, i see him looking down at me and look away,

"what?" i ask looking up.

"thank- know what nevermind."

i watch him quickly leave, probably heading to jukyung's house. i pull out a popsicle from the small plastic bag and soon start nibbling on the edge, i then see a familiar person walk towards me. i ignore the person and continue biting on the popsicle.

"you haven't been answering my calls and texts where were you?"

"oh with jukyung." i bluntly reply not daring to even be aware of the person in front of me.

i hear seojun sigh and turn to me. he looks at me and picks up my plastic bag and pulls me up by my arm. though i don't react, i just go with whatever movement i feel, i just flop by his side,

"can you piggyback ride me pleasee?"

i hear him sigh and pick me up.

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"you can put me down."

"fine."

i walk by his side now, finally back in my senses, i link our hands and i casually swing them back and forth.

"you know you were really cool back there."

"i was? all i did was yell." i mumble.

"never saw that side of you."

i smile and grin to cheek to cheek.