"If the world is ever going to turn against you," you had whispered. "You know who to run to."
He nodded, kissing your nose.
It was all that he ever known.
"You."
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The ultimate happiness was receiving a wedding card along the line congratulating you and Jeno for 'making it'. It was his parent's best way of saying that you were accepted. You both did not invite them to the wedding, however. Jeno said it was your special day and it was.
So as your wedding filled with a drunk Jay who fell head over heels with one of your cold co-worker bridesmaids, Johnny taking on the DJ responsibilities and Mark Lee busking in between dance party music sessions, it was a night to remember.
Yuta had stayed true to his career, showing up with the best wine for you and Jeno and as the night grew older, you found him telling you that he wanted to get away from the crowd. So you did.
You both ditched your own wedding, driving out into the night with music in the background.
Both of you were powerful together, so unstoppable.
"I wonder why Haechan couldn't make it," Jeno said suddenly in between pants as both of you had the car parked in some unknown area. You could almost hear Jay in your head telling you that both of you were nasty. "He said he would."
"I wonder why, too," you said back.
Lee Haechan didn't know you were thinking of him, the male on the rooftop of the hospital with a female who had beside him. Despite the yellow tag on her wrist, she was smoking, taking in drag by drag.
"Tell me about them," the female urged him and he smiled, the jiggling of his bracelets ringing through the rooftops. "What is their story like?"
"It's a love story." Haechan smiled at her, the male moving his black rocker pants, a hand going to fiddle with one of his piercings. "It started off as a story of dreams and then they fell in love."
"Hmmm," she hummed, the expression on her features so serene. "What a life."
"What a life," Haechan agreed, unable to keep his eyes off her face. Despite her sunken cheeks and the paling of her lips, she was beautiful. "What a life, indeed."
"And ours?" she asked suddenly, turning to him as her hospital gown billowed, her legs shifting under her.
"Ours?"
"Our story. You're here when you have to be there." She smiled. "What's our story about?"
"Sacrifice," Haechan found himself saying. "Loss and escape."
"Escape. A great one," she whispered, the smoke dancing right in front of her eyes. "You forgot one thing."
Haechan did not have to hear it to know, the female reaching out to break the cloud of snow that disappeared in front of them. She opened the palm of her hand, the emptiness between both of them heavily weighing them down.
"Pain," she told him. "You forgot pain."
Haechan could not agree more.
His story was all about pain.
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We won't leave til time is over Remembering all those nights And haunting voices I was calling for your heart
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