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Chapter thirty-one; Butterfly

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ᴵᶠ ᴵ ˡᵉᵗ ᵍᵒ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵃⁿᵈ, ʸᵒᵘ'ˡˡ ᶠˡʸ ᵃʷᵃʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵏ
ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᶜᵃʳᵉᵈ ˢᶜᵃʳᵉᵈ ˢᶜᵃʳᵉᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵃᵗ
ᵂⁱˡˡ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵗᵒᵖ ᵗⁱᵐᵉ
ᴵᶠ ᵗʰⁱˢ ᵐᵒᵐᵉⁿᵗ ᵖᵃˢˢᵉˢ
ᴬˢ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰ ⁱᵗ ʰᵃᵈⁿ'ᵗ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿᵉᵈ
ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᶜᵃʳᵉᵈ ˢᶜᵃʳᵉᵈ ˢᶜᵃʳᵉᵈ ᴵ'ˡˡ ˡᵒˢᵉ ʸᵒᵘ

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Everything happened too quickly.

One minute, Hoseok was like a painting drawn on a window while it rained: a beautiful art piece slowly washing away as the storm poured on. He was nothing more than air. But, as the faint lines of scarlet streaked over the sky, framing the sun and the clouds, I remembered Namjoon's words.

When the sun aligns with the scarlet morning...

When I blinked, he no longer was translucent.

No, far from it.

His appearance returned to its former grandeur when I first met him. Soft locks of black hair resting just below his brows, curtaining his almond-shaped eyes and complimenting his caramel-colored irises. His nose, a perfect slope, leading one's eyes to rest onto his lips that naturally formed a pout.

I drank in his features, fully understanding that it would be my last chance to see a side of him not captured in photographs or articles, a side I took for granted. A side that would be just Jung Hoseok without the cameras or the blinding lights.

He looked at his hands, his arms then felt his legs.

They never went through.

Hoseok pushed his hand against his arm, refusing to get his hopes up that he would be able to interact with things and not fall through.

After several failed attempts to phase through himself, he slowly lifted his head, and his eyes met mine.

And very delicately, he lifted his hand and held the side of my face with the candor and care like that of a child's reaching for a flower.

His hands were warm.

Much warmer than mine was when he reached and held it with his other hand.

I'm sure he felt the way my cheeks heated up, and I'm sure he felt how I smiled inside his hand, and I was certain he felt my pulse quicken and skip from my wrists.

How must've it felt to be in that situation? Not being able to physically feel anything? And then, suddenly experiencing everything all at once? If you think about it, something is always constantly touching us, and we are in contact with it even if we think we don't feel it. The air, for example. If you moved your hand just the slightest, the motion of your hand against the moving air molecules would create a subtle, cold feeling. And even the ground beneath you would affect you in some way.

To experience all of that again after being starved of any touch at all for so long, how did Hoseok feel during that moment? Was he overjoyed to have a sense of touch during his final moments? Or was he terrified?