I'll take your bad days with your good, walk through the storm, I would, I do it all because I love you
Today was Yunho's off day, and he wanted to do something special. But first, he had to wake up. It was already 11am, and the bed clothes had not budged in the slightest. Only when his mobile phone chimed a notif did he get up, hair sticking this way and that due to him washing his hair the night before. Rubbing his eyes with one hand, he swiped down to see the info, and his heart twinged with sadness. Today was his and Sangie's first year anniversary, but Sangie wasn't even here to celebrate it. Flinging his phone atop the covers, he lay back down, heart racing with the number of things he could have done with Yeosang today. They could have had a meal together, they could have watched a movie together, they could have gone for a walk together... He had wanted to do all those things today, packing the itinerary full of the joyous moments they had shared. So many could haves, instantly spoiled by the absence of one person.
They could do it all tomorrow, but what's the significance of one year if you're going to celebrate one year plus one day? It loses its purpose. Today would have been a great day, but instead, he's just going to slouch on the bed, mope around the house, maybe binge eat some ice cream because why not. He was feeling lonely after all. His phone started buzzing once again, its vibration condensed and muffled due to the covers being slightly bunched around it. Without looking over, Yunho stretched out his fingers and picked it up, dropping it once on the way. It was a text from Jisung. "Hey Yun. Minho and I are gonna go out tonight. Just a friendly drink and all. Care to join us?" If Yeosang were here, he would have responded with an immediate yes. However, this time he was alone. Not wanting to seem like a third wheel, he decided to decline the invitation.
"Sorry, I have plans tonight. Hope y'all have a good time though." In reality, he was probably going to spend the rest of the day in bed, but who had to know that? And they'd have a better without him, sincerely.
The phone buzzed again, this time on his chest where he had casually left it. "No problem, I'll see you Monday. 😊" How could Jisung stay so happy everyday, he wondered. If it were him, could he stand putting on that masquerade every single day? Clearly it didn't even twitch his conscience if he could do that for the last six years. Maybe today will be that day, the day that he ends it all...
As if it could read his thoughts, his phone buzzed again, interrupting his self-dismissal.
"Hi Yunho, this is Dino. I got your number from the registration book. Yeah, I know, I shouldn't be snooping like that sorry. Anyway, just wanted to ask if you were free cause I'm heading out for lunch soon and I don't wanna look like a total loner otherwise Mingyu hyung won't come to chat. Please?"
That's a good distraction from his own mind if he'd heard of one, Yunho thought. "But then won't Mingyu hyung think we're on a date? 😉" "I hope not, he knows Vernon owns my heart. Though he still hasn't answered me yet. Maybe I just suck at this." Ouch, the hidden roast plus self-burn in that statement.
"Sure, I'll be there. Also, I'm sure Vernon will respond soon. Be patient, my young padawan."
"Good good and oi, I'm no padawan. See you later, Yun."
Yunho dumped his phone to the mattress once again, this time actually getting up and moving. Changing himself didn't necessarily end with him, but it definitely started with him. Maybe today would be a great day to start that small change. And for a start, he could begin by interacting with more people.
A few moments later, he found himself completely dressed, although still head to toe in black as though he wanted to blend in with shadows, but hey, you can't change a full wardrobe in a day. He left the apartment, and in less than half an hour found himself walking up to the café. As he was about to enter, a voice called his name. "Hi Yun!" It was Dino.

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unconditionally • yunhwa [COMPLETED]
Short Storyon one condition . . . what condition . . . unconditional