❝ So you become their source of oxygen, and they become your source of light and everything in between is water and fire ❞
In which two lost souls that once knew each other find themselves together in the wrong place, at the wrong time.
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❝ When our eyes meet, right here will be another dream. That illuminates you and me ❞ — The Boyz, Daydream
C H A P T E R S I X T E E N
CHANGMIN UNLOCKS THE DOOR TO HIS APARTMENT AND KEVIN SHUTS HIS EYES, FEELING THE RAINDROPS HIT HIS SKIN ONE LAST TIME. Rain has never been something he finds solace in but after the party, the dancer stayed beside him. Changmin offered to take him home, somewhere he feels comfortable and safe, knowing the intimacy of his situation.
And from there, having someone beside him when it rained, changed his mind.
Rain or shine, Kevin figured Changmin was right there beside him.
Kevin can't help the smile from making its way to his mouth, remembering the playful conversation between them with a hint of fondness the boy didn't consider before.
For some reason, it brings memories of messaging an online friend, thoughts revolving around the boy with terrible humor lining the tone of his texts. Though their neighbors, he hasn't seen him, not even once.
Entering inside, the door shuts from behind, producing a loud thud, and Kevin clutches Changmin by his arm, wrapping his arms around his shoulder tightly.
It's pitch black and quiet. He can't see anything but hear his heart pound in his ear. He probably looks like an idiot right now, he can't find himself to care, and the steady sound of their hearts beating, that they're breathing, remind him that he's not alone.
"You can open your eyes now," he hears him say, voice low, and wonders if he's smiling.
Slowly opening his eyes to adjust to the light, he realizes he's sitting on the kitchen island, and locking eyes with Changmin, he finds his answer. His heartbeat echoes in his ears—loud and strong.
Kevin is certain that Changmin can hear it and he gets a little self-conscious, lowering his gaze, and Changmin notices it, lips tugging into a boyish smile.
"You're afraid of the dark, but you aren't afraid of thunder, and lightning?" Changmin asks, hands bracing on either side of him.
The second he returns his gaze to him, worried mocha eyes sparkling, he feels his heart melt.
"Yes, so what?" Kevin says, voice firm.
He's honestly surprised how he's managed to keep his voice steady and prevent tears from flooding down his face. The darkness, thunder, and lightning have never been peaceful after his mother left the world. Changmin closes a hand at the back of his neck and softly pushes him against his chest, holding him tight. "I'm sorry," he says, tone gentle. "Have you always been afraid of the dark, or is it the bedtime stories you've heard?"
