𝑭𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝑭𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅𝒔 - 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓾𝓷𝓰

𝓒𝓱; 78 𝓓𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓿𝓲𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼

Chan returned to the room, where Hyunjin said he'd wait for him with Minho. His head hung low, and a crease engraved itself across Chan's forehead. And although he was physically present, his mind wandered to places that haunted him, causing his frown to only deepen, and almost hit the side of the doorway. Luckily, he got shaken from thought before that could happen as he heard a voice from inside the room. 

"Chan, we're returning to Minho's room, you in?" Hyunjin asked, lifting his head up at the older from his sitting position, Minho beside him, giving him the same look. "Oh, yeah. Sure." Chan agreed absently with a nod of his head and already turned to leave, not realizing the two behind him shared a glance before following him with a frown, Hyunjin helping Minho back in his wheelchair first. 

Back in the room, Chan's expression and interest in his surroundings remained the same. Bothered and extremely sunken in thought. Hyunjin cast him occasional glances, the impulse and desire to take his hand within his to ask him what bothered him so much, increasing. It was quite obvious Minho and Hyunjin tried to play the suffocating vibe off by having a normal conversation while attempting to joke around. 

"Chan, I think it's time to go. Are you coming with?" Hyunjin turned to Chan after having shared another concerned look with Minho, leaning so that he would be in the other's sight for him to notice. As if those were the words of a magic spell, Chan seemed to snap out of his clouded haziness, shaking his head momentarily before meeting Hyunjin's eyes. 

"Yeah.. Let's go," he drifted off at the end of the sentence, standing up, though his gaze cast somewhere down on the floor. "Have a safe trip home. See you guys next time." Minho bid with a nod of his head. "Be careful while recovering," Hyunjin added, meant as a farewell too, and pushed Chan forward lightly, leading him out of the door because the other looked like he couldn't even find his way back properly otherwise. 

When they got back home and the door fell in its lock behind them, Hyunjin was the person who hurled the first questions. "Chan, what's wrong?" He took the other's hands in his. "You've been like this since you came back to the therapy room." Hyunjin searched in Chan's eyes for any sign, any explanation, only sighing silently once he found a dark whirl of despondency in them. "Go on, take a shower first. You're thinking too much," he decided, taking his hands from Chan's, stepping aside and turning away, leaving him with the freedom to do whatever he wanted. 

The shower ran, and streams of water slid down Chan's body as he exhaled, fog covering the glass panels of the shower. His fear was not that he was thinking too much. It's the fear that maybe his thoughts could be true. 

"Han Jisung, where are you going at this time of night?" Felix's voice sounded through the darkened room, though drowsy, very much aware of the silhouette sneaking around. He sighed upon watching Jisung halt in his tracks as he had been caught red-handed. "At least put on a coat if you're going outside." Felix's voice dropped into a defeated grumble, and if the lights had been on, he would've sworn Jisung were smiling right now as he traipsed to the coat rack. He was lucky that Seungmin wasn't awake right now or he would never leave this place without being supervised ever again. 

The ground under Jisung began to feel less solid and rockier as he continued on his way. It was indeed very cold as small clouds left Jisung's mouth. Brushing past a few branches, he arrived on the open field again. The night sky peeked over the flowers and trees, lighting up with its manifold numbers of stars. Jisung peered around the sky, landing his eyes on the familiar area of vast nature. Suddenly he remembered just how significant this place had been to him. He also realized another thing.