Cataclysm

3

After fumbling with a stuck zipper and some rummaging, Wooyoung helped himself to a small can of beans.

Beans. In a world where the human population is decreasing rapidly, you've decided to spend your days with beans and exploring.

He let a soft chuckle to himself. It was one of his well-known perks as the resident funny guy between the two of them. Anything and everything in this world is a joke and he's decided to make it his.

The old road in front of them started to show itself more, turning from a packed dirt crossway to crumbly asphalt. The sun was nearing its height as the day became brighter by the minute. So far so good, Wooyoung thought to himself. Next to him was Yeosang sitting silently, eyes closed. For a moment there he seemed calm, finally getting a breather from the chaos they've been running away from.

"What're you thinking of?", Wooyoung broke the silence. The air was crisp and clean with the distant sounds of tweeting. Yeosang flitted his eyes open towards the sky.

A moment of silence. He took in the sight of clouds and infinity before casting his gaze back on Wooyoung, a soft smile formed as his view warmed.

"The past", Yeosang replied,"just for old time's sake, y'know? Once we reach the city I'd like to forget the dumb stuff that happened to us out here".

"You mean forget everything we've been through? I even met you in a dumb way!".
"No, me tripping over a tree root and stumbling in front of you at night is not dumb; it was an accident".
"A dumb accident! You didn't even know why you ran in the first place!".

For once life was running on default, as how it should be.

Their burst of laughter was enough to shake the trees they rested their backs on. It felt good. "Oh man ...", Wooyoung heaved as he tried to compose himself. It felt good.

It felt natural.

That made him purse his lips for a moment, casting a thought towards the clear blue sky. This is natural, right? How it should be.

Snap-snap!

"Wooyoung, you know you're not a weather teller, right ...?", Yeosang questioned, unsure if the slight quiver in his voice was fear of Wooyoung suddenly clocking out from this conscience or if he was freaking out that Wooyoung's sleep deprivation was about to drive a nail into his head. For a brief moment it even seemed like Wooyoung was about to ascend or trip into his own mind, whichever that was.

Are weather tellers even a thing? Wooyoung set his eyes back on his wary friend, tousled his blonde hair and immediately got up and fled down the road that was starting to open up on them. Within whatever distance they had between them he could hear Yeosang yelling at him to wait, "hold up!", the sound of dirt cracking between the soles of his sneakers. He simply turned back and blew a raspberry, giggling like the kid who was halted to enjoy his time growing up for a moment in time.