The four elements | Seongjoong

What do I name this?

Seonghwa spent the night in the hospital wing. He couldn't find the right words to say to his friends. They all looked disheveled, especially Yunho. Seonghwa got him, even he himself had not yet moved on from what Hongjoong did. But it was something else that seemed to be bothering him. San stayed close to him, talking softly to him.
Once, that morning, Seonghwa heard Yunho whisper, "Can't believe three of them were just gone," his voice cracked, "At least we know where these two are...him-" Yunho broke down again.
That's when it hit Seonghwa.
"WHERE IS MINGI?!" Seonghwa exclaimed, causing pain in his chest.
Yunho looked at him with tears in his eyes, "We don't know."
Seonghwa looked at San, "What?"
"Mingi's been missing as well." San explained, looking down.
Seonghwa's heart drummed in his chest, no way.
"When did that happen?" Seonghwa coughed.
"The next day you were gone. At least we got to know about you through that guard boy, Mingi's just... he's just disappeared. We thought he was with you... but you were alone there.. he-" Yunho spoke.
"And y'all are telling me this now?" Seonghwa said fiercely.
"You were not in a healthy condition yesterday, we thought you'd notice him missing, but you didn't. We planned to tell you today nonetheless, but you know now." San explained calmly.

Seonghwa felt his own eyes tearing, he blinked the tears away. What all had happened in such a short span? It was just too much. He couldn't stop thinking Hongjoong, let alone worry about Mingi now.

"They're looking for him." Yunho said, probably more to himself than Seonghwa.
Seonghwa nodded.

A day passed by, Seonghwa could get off bed now, Jongho had treated him well, but he still had to limp a bit. These days, no one seemed to have the energy to talk, not even Wooyoung blabbered any gibberish.

Seonghwa sat down on the library floor, leaning on a bookshelf, to the dim parts of the library. At this hour, probably no one else was there. He had not come to read, he had came looking for peace. Seonghwa drew in a deep breath, and buried his head in his arms, knees close to chest. He though about Hongjoong.

He felt two things, again: regret and grief.

In thoughts, Seonghwa reached ones where he remembered Hongjoong's paintings. There was a sort of innocence that seeped through his art. How could the artist himself be like this? Seonghwa thought.

An hour probably passed, gust of winds flew, Seonghwa hadn't moved. He felt numb.
It was almost midnight, a shadow shifted somewhere to the end of the aisle. Seonghwa looked up, it was Yeosang.
"Hm~ thinking about Hongjoong?" Yeosang asked.
Seonghwa shrugged, "I-"
Yeosang cut him,
"No art is good or bad,
How do you expect it take sides?
A wise man tells no tales,
Listen to him as he warns.
If there is someone he cannot read,
It's the boy with flames on his palms."

Yeosang finished, he raised a hand to his chest, gave Seonghwa a smile, and before he could say anything, Yeosang walked away.
Seonghwa didn't have the energy to chase after him, but each word Yeosang spoke seemed to have engraved themselves in his mind. Seonghwa understood it very well, what he had meant.
'The wise man' was Yeosang himself, he had warned him, warned him not to get close with Hongjoong.
And Seonghwa had been thinking about his art, Yeosang had been so precise.
'The boy with flames on his palms' was definitely Hongjoong, only he could control fire.
Seonghwa was baffled, could Yeosang read minds, could he not read Hongjoong?

Seonghwa thought about it a lot, cried about it a bit, and then fell asleep there and then.

A/n: hey, I apologise because the chapters are getting shorter lol. I will try to make more efforts.
Also ay ay ay, we have surpassed 1k reads?!!
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