𝐒𝐊𝐙 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒

BREATHE : HYUNIN

(( suicid3 attempt is mentioned ))

it is from the cracks in the cloud layer that the brightest patches come, shining as if the sun had multiplied into these brilliant sky-puddles, each awaiting the boots of the soul to jump right in. the break of dawn allowed for jeongin to heave a sigh of relief . he could tell that it was approaching dawn when he felt a usual windy afternoon breeze slowly come to a stop.

he waved a quick goodbye to who he assumed to be minho, before walking to the bus stop. he waited for the bus, humming a happy tune under his breath as he kicked his legs up and down.

after hearing the exhaust fan of the bus huff and puff at him, he realised that his designated bus had arrived. he had taken note of the way the bus driver would habitually slam on the brakes at the last minute, making the entire vehicle skid forward a little.

" ayen-ah, it's good to see you! "
the bus driver greeted jeongin cheerfully. naturally, the younger returned a polite and warm greeting to the friendly bus driver who has grown to love jeongin.

as he made his way further, he could heart the rapid and urgen footsteps shuffling away of the awakes and sharp inhales taken by the passengers after he had boarded the transport. he could have swore on every single bone in his body that at least 3 teenagers who were around his age, murmured something unpleasant under their breath. as much as there were kind and caring people who we're always sure to look out for him, there were always a few persons or a minimal number of people who have muttered an insult or shot him glances and dirty looks, which he felt, burning holes into his skull.

he quickly settled down onto a seat, making sure to place the object neatly by his side, clutching onto the slim and long handle.

after waving a goodbye to the bus driver, he slowly made his way back to his home. after taking a shower and settling down for a warm bowl of kimchi jigae, jeongin decided to go for a walk.

he was a girl on walk, starting to get a feel for who she really was at his core. these days of more calmness, now that he had mastered the art of having a clear brain, the serenity of feeling his own thoughts and heart pumping rather than tiring himself with unresolved thoughts that presented themselves in the form of fragments.

he could see far more clearly, yet rather through his instincts than his eyes, a sort of thinking without words. what came to his were new thoughts, a sort of poetry be never realised he was capable of. the garden was breathing, living, through the trees and the owls that filled the otherwise silent landscape. it was as if the colours and the sounds, the bustle and the quiet space, were a million weaved moments both transient and real.

" they're so pretty... "
jeongin exclaimed as he tilted his head up. it was extremely ironic in his case. in case you were wondering, jeongin was looking at the stars that were more than visible due to the unusually dark sky.

eyes that see are the greatest blessing, for they are as orbs that shine lights and make even the realisation of what healing must happen... possible. it was about time I broke it to you, the fact that jeongin was blind made any comments about the stars come across as ironic. however, that was just who jeongin was.

he saw the beauty in everything even if it he couldn't necessarily see in his case.

there he was, just a speckle of a messy blob of hair and a nearly invisible white cane that was by his side, much like a complaining that always stood by his side. that was all hyunjin could see from his perspective anyways.

the boy under the stars.

hyunjin was about to approach the boy when the younger decided to leave the grassy patch he once lied on.