Use Me Like A Drug

From 'What's Your Favourite Colour' To Vaguely Implying Childhood Trauma

There were a lot of exchanges of common facts. This was your 'What's Your Favourite Colour' phase. The time in the friendship where you didn't know too many deep things about each other, but you knew their favourite colour, favourite TV show, favourite song, so on. You knew the basis of what each of them found to be interesting.

You didn't particularly like this phase, but you didn't hate it either. You liked to watch them as they spoke. Their eyes shone as they explained their favourite TV show to you, and their smiles grew as they brought up current hyper-fixations. It seemed like talking about these things lifted a weight off of their shoulders and allowed them to forget about their burdens.

  "So is this park the most interesting part of this town, or is there more?" You asked, gently swinging back and forth, the rusted chain squeaking as you did so.

  "There's more, but nothing can top The Park," Yeonjun shrugged, swinging back and forth lightly.

  "Well isn't this place exciting," you sighed sarcastically.

  You were caught by surprise by the loud screech of the rusted chain, and you were pulled to the side, your gentle swinging ceasing. Yeonjun had a grip on the chain of your swing and had pulled you closer to him.

  "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were dissing this town in front of four locals," he challenged, raising an eyebrow in amusement.

  "And if I am?" You retorted, attempting to keep as tough a front as he did.

  "I'll have you know that this town is chock-full of places to hide a body," Yeonjun informed you, releasing the rusted chain, letting you swing to the side with a loud screech.

  "That would be delightful," you replied, stopping yourself from swinging any further to the side. The screeching of the rusted chain had been rattling your brain.

  You hopped off of the squeaky swing as Yeonjun attempted to get the rust off of his hands without dirtying his uniform. Rather than going to the other part of the playground where the others sat, joking around about breaking the platform, you went to the overgrown grass and just laid down, looking up to the grey, cloud covered sky.

"Does the sun ever shine here?" You asked, catching their attention.

"Sometimes it feels like the sun shines for others, but stays hidden for us," Soobin sighed, leaning against a wooden post.

"Sometimes it's hard to remember what the sun looks like," HueningKai agreed, leaning on the other side of the post so that it wouldn't break.

"When it does shine, we're always inside where it can't reach us," Beomgyu nodded, kicking his feet on the edge of the playground platform.

"I haven't seen the sun in years," Taehyun said, casting his gaze toward his feet that also dangled from the platform.

"Gosh, you guys sound like old men who have lived under rocks your entire lives," Yeonjun countered, attempting to lighten the mood.

"Are we wrong?" Soobin asked, quirking a brow.

This silenced Yeonjun as he pressed his lips into a line.

"So the town is always grey?" You asked, looking to the grey sky. Clouds shifted, but there was no blue sky.

"I remember back in elementary school when everyone else would draw the sun in the corner of the page, but my sky was always grey," Soobin replied, moving his hands to illustrate. "I used to have that happy little sun in the corner for a long time, but then it just kinda disappeared and turned to grey."