secret doors. yjw

. . . ⇢ 12 ˎˊ˗

"sunghoon hyung, let's go to the hospital?"

sunghoon furrowed his brow at jungwon's statement. "go? you don't have a check-up today, right?"

jungwon hesitated for a moment. "uh.. i need to buy medicine."

"already ran out?"

"come on, hyung! just accompany me, please?" jungwon pleaded, giving sunghoon puppy eyes leaving him no choice but to agree.

they arrived at the hospital and before sunghoon could even park the car, jungwon quickly got out and entered the hospital. sunghoon watched the younger one curiously.

"eeh?"

meanwhile, jungwon reached the floor where his room used to be. he looked around and upon spotting a girl in a black hoodie, he approached her and tugged at her sleeve.

but she wasn't the one he was looking for.

"s-sorry," he apologized, mistaking her for someone else.

jungwon scanned the area once more, searching for arah until he reached the rooftop and finally halted when he saw who he was looking for. arah was looking at him and for the first time.. a smile graced her lips.

but it carried a hint of sadness.

"arah..."

but arah didn't respond and just continued to gaze at jungwon. slowly, he took steps closer to her until they were only a meter apart.

no words were spoken, only the gentle breeze filled the space between them as their eyes remained locked.

"w-who are you really?" jungwon spoke again. "i'm not assuming, but why do i always feel like you're following me?"

"d-do i... do i know you?"

jungwon was slightly taken aback when he saw tears slowly streaming down arah's cheek. he was about to take another step towards her when she took a step back- distancing herself.

"you.. you're crying. is something wrong?" jungwon asked but arah still didn't respond, causing him to sigh. "i won't ever know what's on your mind if you'll always be hidin' behind, you know?"

"tell me, what's wrong? did i say something wrong-"

"w-wonnie.."

jungwon was startled when he heard those words from arah once again. they locked eyes once more and jungwon's heart stirred, a delicate dance of fluttering butterflies and a familiar warmth that spread through his veins. it was as if a dormant flame had been reignited, casting a soft glow upon his soul..

... something only mika was able to do.