pavement ↠ kim sunwoo

thirty three

Sunwoo sighed as he glanced at the girl beside him, her back hunched as she cried silently.

"Hana," he sighed, his hand rubbing her back gently. "Please, take a sip of water."

The girl felt relief as he didn't beg her to stop crying, much like Changmin always did. He hated seeing her cry because it made him feel annoyed at her reaction to how wrong he treated her.

The corner of her lip attempted to tug upwards, her face red and blotchy. "Aren't you supposed to be the cry baby?"

Sunwoo chuckled, his thumb wiping her tears as he passed her the water. "A few months ago watching you cry would've been more satisfying."

Hana huffed, pushing his shoulder as he fell onto the bed, opening his arms wide.

"Come here," he cooed, the girl weakly throwing herself beside him. "Turns out, I hate to see you cry."

"Why do you have to go?"

Her words broke his heart, he knew that they would have to have this conversation sooner than later - but that didn't mean it didn't hurt.

"I'm not that far away, Hana," Sunwoo insisted, visualising the map. "Just thirty minutes north. That's easy, isn't it?"

Instead, the girl just cried, gulping whenever the tears got too much. He watched her, her eyebrows furrowing as her cheeks were drenched, but she was still beautiful.

Lifting her chin with his thumb, the boy waited for her to open those clenched eyes. "Hana, isn't it?"

Finally she did, catching her breath as she smiled weakly at him. "You're all I have."

A tear escaped the boys eye as the two began to laugh together, and Sunwoo was glad that his cries could let him hear that beautiful, yet once aggravating, sound once again. "That's not true, you have Hyori."

"Shut up," Hana rolled her eyes, lying with her hand upon his beating chest. "You know what I meant."

The two sat like this all night.

Maybe it was better not to ask questions, to talk about the future so pessimistically when they weren't sure what it held.

"Are you tired?" Sunwoo asked, looking at the girl who lay still upon him.

"A little," Hana shrugged, looking up at the boy. "Not much."

"Liar," he scrunched up his nose. "Your eyes are so red and tired."

The girl sighed. "That's from all the crying."

The boy chuckled, his hand gently combing her hair as she still lay there, evidently pondering her next words.

"Sunwoo?" She asked, beat rising to her cheeks as she braced the response.

"Hmm?" He bummed, smiling down as she looked at him from the dip in his chest.

"Could I stay tonight?"