Shooting Stars ★Yeonbin★

★night two★

The city silently shivers through yet another hauntingly cold night. It isn't even Winter yet, but the chill alone is enough to bite through bone. Perhaps Soobin's blood would freeze if it spilled out onto the dirty grey pavement below, mingling and flirting and saturating the open pores of the Earth with his metallic sticky velvet.

He holds the precious lollipop above his head as he lays flat on the cold ledge. The city lights catch beautifully in the cracks and shards of the broken points, sparkling at him as he moves it across the cloudless night sky.

"Fly, fly, fly you're a precious shooting star. Wind tickles your toes as you drift far, far, far." His breath comes out like a smoky mist as he quietly sings. The warmth of his life leaving his body, soon enough the gears will fade.

Though it isn't quite the night for it, he'd already decided that. A reason, the excuse he was looking for. Soobin is far too complacent, and right now, all he really cares about is making his yellow candy star "fly, fly, fly."

"The fuck are you doing now?! Damn kids these days are so fucking melodramatic!"

That steely voice punctures through Soobin's fluffy hood, but his mind and body are too numb to even acknowledge the presence of the raven haired man now peering down at him.

"You gonna roll off tonight? I mean, that could be a thing you know. Jumping off tall buildings is so redundant. Maybe you can start a trend or something! Hashtag building rollers has a nice ring to it!" Yeonjun beams as he leans closer, whispering cheekily against Soobin's hood, "or maybe fucking idiot rollers cos, you know, it's you. Hah!"

Soobin snorts and lowers his hand, finally creaking his eyes to the man on his left. Yeonjun is wearing those same clothes as before, yet his white tank top is pristine. Not as much as a speck of dust tarnishes the thin cloth that barely covers his prickled pale skin. His eyes appear jet black, almost darker than night itself.

"I'm not going to jump or roll, Yeonjun." He murmurs, a faint grin tweaking at his lips. "I'm going to fly."

"Pssht listen to this idiot! Fly? What like a fucking angel? You got wings underneath that fat fucking jacket of yours?" Yeonjun straightens up, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a cigarette. He quickly lights it before grinning at Soobin like a Cheshire cat. "You do realise what happens when you fall from a 50 meter high building yeah? Your blood vessels will all poop out of your ears and you'll suffocate-"

"No, that's what happens to normal people." Soobin winks before sitting up and hopping down onto the rough gravel floor. He stands tall, they're face to face and he's completely nonchalant about the cigarette smoke coating his bared nimble existence as he confidently states, "I'm special Yeonjun... You'll see."

A dry cackle wafts through the void as Soobin carefully places the lollipop down onto the ledge. "You really are so fucking demented, you know that kid? But damn I love it." Yeonjun grins mischievously at him before nodding at the lollipop. "You don't like lemon either?"

"Oh yeah, about that!" Soobin bounces with energy, unzipping his long puffy jacket and peeling it from his body. Yeonjun raises an eyebrow, slightly confused and a little disturbed as he watches the boy fold that prized item of clothing over his arm.

"The lollipop really means a lot to me so..." Soobin beams at him, a smile so dazzling that it dominates the city lights around them. His deep dimples greet Yeonjun like pretty charcoal fingerprints as he firmly holds out the jacket. "Please take it Yeonjun, it's a very fair trade."

The offer is tempting. Yeonjun eyes him suspiciously, seeing how long he can keep up that sickly sweet smile of his while his body starts to violently shiver in the freezing open air.