Horizon (traitor) //ateez ff

dead

There was a chilly sensation between the thieves and the cold breeze hitting them.

There was a faint sound of the fires flaring at each side of the wall. It wasn't that strong to cover a wide range, but it surely helped them warm themselves.

"Can I hug you?"

"No."

"You are shivering!"

"No."

"Yeosang, let me hug you."

"Wooyoung, no."

"Why wouldn't you let me?"

"We are taking an important errand than you suddenly asked for a cuddle?"

"It is just the two of us right now, there is no need for you to be shy."

"I am not shy."

"You are."

"Not me."

"Whatever makes your wine fine, Yeosang."

The two never missed an opportunity to bicker with each other, even with this kind of situation, they will always do it.

A sudden silence hit both of them.

They were trying to figure out the way Seonghwa tried paving for them to walk through.

It was not an uncomfortable atmosphere, it was rather peaceful and casual like a family together on a road trip with both of their children asleep.

"What is peace for you, Yeo?"

Wooyoung asked. His eyes weren't looking at his partner however, his ears were focused thoroughly on the upcoming words of Yeosang.

Yes. What is peace?

Is it a time where there is no war?

No misunderstanding?

A void to be exact?

Comfortable and not eery to stand?

Yeosang pondered that thought for a while.

"Yeosang?"

"Peace is when you finally close your mouth."

Wooyoung laughed at it. Yeosang really did his partner dirty by insulting him with a serious and simple question.

But is it really simple? Can you really declare something to be peaceful just by the sense of it?

The peaceful waters can automatically turn into wrathing tsunamis of emotions.

vice versa.

The wrathing tsunamis can automatically turn into peaceful waters.

Peace is temporary.

Everything is.

Money, your loved ones, life.

Life... Such a short word, long-term thing, but can also be something that is short in existence.

They say that people should always live their lives and bring the world into greatness with their purpose in life.

But what if that's the problem?

I don't have any purpose in life.

"Everyone has that, Yeosang. Maybe you just haven't encountered the hint of it that's why you can't decipher your purpose yet."

I don't know.

Yeosang breathes out. He ponders once again while bringing his elbows to point at the ceiling of the cave, his hands wrapped on his nape.