SOFT BUN || markhyuck

37.

Look at this fool not respecting what we give to him; nature whispers through the branches of trees dancing in the breeze. Standing proudly. She speaks through the drops of rain. The crystals of snow. The sound of thunder and lightening. Storms. Seasons. Birds. Insects. Even the humans this man had no mercy for. So nature goes quiet. She watches. She waits. She sends her warnings. No birds chirping. No rain. No snow. What is she waiting for?

An eerie silence.

I stepped out the vehicle, a sudden gush of wind sent chills down my spine. Yet nothing moved. Ready to witness the fall of a monster. 'I'll step inside, you two stick to the plan,' I whispered under breath. Jeno nodded. 

Every step brought back memories. I was afraid to share them aloud with anyone until now. I was afraid. Not anymore.

My steps echoed in the empty hall. Wood creaking beneath. A sudden urge to say my boys name aloud shrugged through me. I walked. Turned every known corner and at last stopped in front of the familiar door. Dragging it open. I knew there won't be a chance of him being here but deep in my heart I still had hope.

Just to get a glimpse of him. Even for the very last time, however much it would kill me.

The room was empty. Furniture covered. Dust. How long had he not been here for? If I was to be honest, it worried me.

Please be alive. I begged.

I stood frozen in the room, I had to continue on... I promised to not let my feelings too lose. Not sure why I expected such a thing. Of course it was meant to get me. One way or another. Anything and everything was meant to be.

Perhaps just not us.

'You cannot be in here,' a familiar voice stated.

I smiled under breath. Lowering my head and facing the door. With the eye contact, each muscle on the face twitched with confusion and the realisation hit; wide eyes and a gasp.

'Minhyung...'

A pause.

'It's hyung to you, young man,'

The kid ran, arms wrapping around me without permission. As if we had known each other long. As if I had never left this place.

Correction-
as if I was never forced out of this place. He buried his face in between and cried his heart out. Fingers clenched. Exhausted was the correct term to define his condition.

I wrapped my arm around him, the other in his hair. He grew up quite a bit. Runny nose and tear stained face. I got on my knees to get a better look at his face.

'Jisung,'

'Why...' the boy sucked in deep breath each time choking on sobs 'You shouldn't be here. Hyung!' the kid whined when I didn't reply. I was only happy to see him.

Glad he was alright. Glad he was alive.

I held his hand in mine. Circling my thumb over his rough hands. Waiting for him to calm down. Honestly, I kept the hope of seeing anyone alive to the very minimum.

'I had to come back,' I muttered. Almost under breath. I wanted to ask. I wanted to know. But I couldn't form words about him. I was ashamed. I was...

'He's not here,'

'Then?' the kiddo shook his head in return. I wasn't surprised, perhaps he just was not informed. Yes, that has to be it.

'Okay,' I stood up 'I'll have a little talk. Can you go outside? Jeno's in the car, go to him,'

'No!'

'Jisung, he won't hurt you. I promise. No one will hurt you now alright? If he does I'll rip him apart.' A shudder passed through his body. I could feel it. Those goosebumps on his bare arms. So much fear in such a small body.

I got angry.

'Leave. I won't repeat myself,'

The sun hid behind the clouds. Every step closer to the room where it all began. I was getting excited. I ran my fingers through my hair; pushing it back, a little pull on the collars to fix it.

Laughter. I could hear it the second I turned the last corner.
Let's see how long this fun lasts.

Let's see who's laughing now.