Fresh start | Suhyeok x Cheongsan

Fresh start||4

CHEONGNAN—————————
(HELP IDK HOW TO DEVELOP A RELATIONSHIP)
Last night was an, odd experience. This place is pretty-ish.

Thats a lie its ugly as fuck. That's probably because we came here in the spring. But springs supposed to be nice, refreshing, colourful, and sunny. It's rainy grey cold and soggy.

Me and on-jo are the only ones awake. I got up at 9am, i thought everyone else was up too. Turns out they're all exhausted. It's 11am now.

"Do you remember where namras room is"

"Oh yeah her rooms beside Suhyeoks, up and right in the middle to the left"

"Sweet, thanks cheongsan! Im gonna go see her, she's probably up already but if shes not ill wake her up."

"Okok do your own thing onjo"

I went back to looking at the window, hearing her footsteps go up the stairs. Im alone.
Its funny, im not used to being alone anymore. Ive become so accustomed to gyeonsu or Suhyeok sleeping beside me, constantly having someones shoulder by mine, The guys walking side by side, hearing everyones breaths, and just the presence of everyone.

But its silent, this place is massive. I cant hear anyone. Just the faintest sounds of life outside. Birds, cars, wind.

I should probably make some food. Im pretty sure they put food in here already. It's supposed to perfectly fit any allergies we have. Lets hope its not all organic sugar free shit.

45 minutes

Ive quickly learned, im just too good at cooking. Genetics are forever in my favour. My mom running a restaurant has made me learn how to make many recipes. It actually helped in math when i was younger. I could just imagine some fractions as measuring cups, people thought i was smart. I was really just doing what my mom showed me. When things were normal, our house had a constant smell of delicious food. In the morning you'd wake up to the smell of cinnamon rolls, pancakes, waffle, sugar, or bacon. When coming back from school id be welcomed by whatever my mom was cooking.

I miss it, but theres nothing i can do to bring it back. Its gone, and it can never come back. Not in the same way at-least. But what i can do, is make that for someone else. Im Making cinnamon toast. The other will wake up and come downstairs smelling something warm and comforting.  They wont need to wake up to a dry mouth on a hard school floor, with the smell of rotten flesh flooding their noses the moment they're aware of their breathing.

Im crying.
im actually crying. I only realized because my tears hit my hand. I cant tell if its out of sadness or of pure joy of being out of the hellish situation. But its nice to let myself cry for once. I don't need to think about someone thinking im weak or incapable. I don't feel pressured to just power through it for the benefit of everyone else, like the camp was pushing us to do.

————-SUHYEOK

I woke up feeling pretty good for the first time in a while, i didn't wake up with an uncomfortable pain in my neck or feeling cold and stiff. I got a pretty nice bed, the sheets are perfect for the temperature inside. And the pillows are brand new so they dont feel hard.

But somethings missing, i've become so accustomed to sleeping with someone. Because at the school we always slept together, and in the camp we slept in the same tent. Im so used to the presence of someone else. But im alone, its weird.

After 20 something minutes i finally got up, walking downstairs theres the scent of bacon.
Cheongsan? I didn't think he'd be up. Normally he sleeps in pretty late. I guess today's different. whatever he's making smells amazing.