𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 [jonggi]

six

Slowly, I exhale, my muscles tighten slightly under the coolness of the night. The atmosphere is cloudy, I think that the next day will be wet.

- Here.

The salesman pulls me out of my weather thoughts.

- Thank you.

Holding my banana/strawberry milkshake, I let my legs wander on a small stony path. Nobody around, the place is pleasantly calm, only the autumnal breeze makes background noise.

A vibration comes from my pocket, probably Wooyoung who wonders what I'm doing outside at such an hour.
I just needed to get some fresh air a little longer than usual. On other nights I just go home after eating at the snack bar, but on this grey, heavy evening, I favored the metropolitan tunes.

And as if the gods weren't working hard enough on me, of course I had to stumble, spilling my drink.

- Fuck, my milkshake...

I look sadly at the latter scattered on the ground. It's been a long time since I had offered myself this kind of small pleasure and now, when I make an exception, luck is not with me.

- Hey, would you like to share with me?

I raise my bright eyes in the direction of the hoarse voice.

Sitting on a bench, this same boy, from the same curriculum as me. The same one I got myself into twice. The same one who rekindles a feeling that has been extinguished in me for ages and who discreetly colors my peach complexion.
His smile and his hands tightened on the back of the bench betray his nervousness.

My brain takes time to assimilate the information. I approach, a light rictus, touched by his attention before moving silently towards him then taking place at his side.

He hands me his transparent cup, letting me see the milky drink. I guess easily that it is a milkshake when the liquid goes up in a slow way the straw.

Then the sweet taste of my favorite fruit stretches my lips.

- I-I don't know if you like banana but-

- It's my favorite flavor.

My gaze comes off the horizon to anchor itself in his hazel pupils.
As an answer, he offers me a magnificent smile camouflaging his eyes.

- What's your name ? He asks hesitantly.

- Choi Jongho and you?

- Song Mingi!

He points his head to the sky, keeping this grin stuck to his face, and I observe him discreetly, dreamy.

His small reddish-orange hair strands that fall on his forehead. His two crescent eyes do not take down of the skies with his fleshy lips by which escapes an umpteenth sigh.

- The weather will not be good tomorrow.

I nod.

- I usually come here to look at the stars but tonight there is nothing.

His sad childish pout made me smile.

- Do you like all this? I asked. 

- I love it, you mean! And of course everything about astronomy, since childhood. But around me I was always the only one who loved it.

I listen to his requiem, Song Mingi's requiem. Going to random speeds and drifting on other notes, going from exotic to urban and from urban to rural. Without tail or head, without feet or arms, just a monologue about himself where his opinions differ. I just drink his words, obsessed by his flow of scientific words following by one of my questions. His hands were schematizing things in the air that a normal passerby would obviously not have understood.
But I understood, he was talking with passion. Before, I would never have believed that someone could express himself with such an appetite. An appetite that he shared with me, I was hungry for curiosity, even if he was the only one to drive the boat, I was content to just guide him with my indiscretions, my heart beating.

To summarize this long hour spent talking about astronomy and pear, the redhead is head in the air. Because, in addition to losing himself in nameless constellations, he loses himself in the logic of life. But that's what I like about him, the joy and the disorder that reign and which produce in a short time a great cleaning within myself, even if the dirt quickly took its place after my departure.

Feeling light was a feeling I had forgotten.