when it blooms | yunsan

Chapter 15

It's dark. It's dark to see his own feet or even worse, his hands.

He carefully waves around him, but his arms only cut through air. It's dark in front of him, around him, above and below him, and while he thinks he can feel the ground beneath him, he also feels like he's been swallowed in the groundless deep sea, where the light is impervious.

He thinks he has his eyes open. And that he sees the never ending darkness encompassing him. But how sure can he be, when he sees nothing but black? He never knew how hard it was to tell if he was seeing things until there was a colour to paint. His eyes could be shut, his eyelids could be glued, and his body could be refusing to listen to him.

Until.

There's a sudden glow of round light in the distance. The small circle grows as he steps forward, and he notices it glows in gold, pearl, cherry and rose. He can clearly see the person.

It's San. Or he looks like San, except he has translucent wings growing from his shoulder blades that glitter in different colours. He's the source of light and while he can see his every feature clearly, he still is unable to see himself.

He turns back, once, and he's wearing a sad face, the one he hates to see on him. He tries to reach out to him, at least he physically does although he sees no arm stretching out, and before he could touch him, the wings flatter, taking him higher, further, far out of his reach. Until he's only a glow of light, disappearing in the dark.

He is swallowed in a complete darkness once again.

It's the void that surrounds him.

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"What's up with you and San?" Wooyoung asks without a blanket on his words. It's Wooyoung, who can't or doesn't beat around the bush, a trait Yunho admires, but this time, it makes him flinch.

"What do you mean?" Yunho instead tries to detour, accepting two iced americano and an iced caramel macchiato from him.

"I hardly see you two together these days," he says, typing away the receipt. "And last time he came here, he asked me how you were doing. As if he can't do that himself."

That perks Yunho's ears. "He did?"

"Yeah. I asked him the same question and he just laughed awkwardly," he arches one of his eyebrows up. "Did you guys fight?"

Well, no.

Yunho thinks it could've been better if they had a fight. At least he would know the reason why, but San isn't giving him a chance to even do so.

Wooyoung sighs, understanding that Yunho's silence means he isn't going to get any answer, so he decides to advise, "Look, fighting with a friend is normal. Although truthfully, I didn't think you two were capable of doing that, but I fight with Yeosang almost everyday. Call it quarrel or bickering or whatever, but the important thing is that you talk it out. You apologise when you think you've done wrong, and make an effort to mend things. That's how any relationship works, yeah?"

"Wooyoung is almost always at fault, but yeah," Yeosang chimes in. He ignores Wooyoung's protests and continues, "we just don't want to see you looking upset, Yunho-yah, hope all goes well for you."

Yunho thanks the both of them, and without much more words, he leaves the cafe. The sun is high in the sky, blazing on its full energy, and Yunho feels himself sweat as soon as he steps out of the well air-conditioned cafe. He takes a sip of his caramel macchiato. The rainy season is gone, and the full-blown summer compliments the chilly drink gliding down his throat refreshingly.

What he hears instead of roaring thunder is a chorus of cicadas, and he should be happy. He never liked rain or thunder, which confined him in the building. He liked sunny days, where he could bathe in sunlight and see the dogs wag their tails throughout the walk.

But now, he misses the rain.

He wants it to rain, torrentially even, that would bring all the thunder they could gather in heaven. He wishes it does.

A/N:

My apologies for this being relatively short :( also, we have probably three more chapters til the end!