ʜᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ || c.yj + h.k ✓(ᴘᴀʀᴛ ɪɪ ᴏғ "ʜɪs ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴇs")

Eight; Yeonjun (alternative ending)

It has been raining since morning.

Two months have passed.

I tried every single day to find him.

To know that, yes, he is alright.

And is somewhere.

But he just disappeared again.

Leaving no trace behind.

As if he never existed.

And was just a fabricated image.

But something inside me says no.

 He is real.

He is there.

The doorbell rings, pulling me out of my trance.

I look at the clock above the TV.

10:00 AM

"Coming!"

I twist the doorknob, pulling the door open.

Outside is a man I don't know of.

"Yes?"

He has light blue hair that looked as fluffy as cotton candy, just a bit wet.

"Oh hi. I am sorry to disturb. I came to this neighbourhood to meet a friend and got stuck in the rain."

"So how may I help you?"

He scratches at his neck, giving a shy smile.

"Can I stay here till my friend comes to pick me up?"

I examine him.

He doesn't look like a threat.

"Sure."

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