❝ 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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❝ You can't hide your feelings all the time ❞
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C H A P T E R S E V E N T E E N
CHANGMIN STEPS BACK AND CASTS his chocolate eyes down. It's a start to a relationship that may blossom into something more, but it's hard enough to hide his feelings for the boy.
Thinking about Kevin's words again, he turns in the other direction and walks away anyway, Though he wants to stay and be his friend, he isn't so sure if it's the right choice.
Kevin catches Changmin by his hand and he knows something isn't right when their gazes meet.
A flash of uncertainty glitters in Changmin's eyes, releasing his hand from Kevin's grasp, and he clears his throat. The clap of thunder startles them, causing the lights to vanish, draping the room in complete darkness. Kevin hugs Changmin tightly, hiding his face in his right shoulder, feeling his heart hammer against his chest.
And as he raises his head, locking eyes with him, a foreign emotion blooms inside him and quickly wilts, breaking him apart petal by petal.
Kevin immediately moves back, flickering his gaze down to the floor. "Sorry, if I startled you," he breathes out a laugh, and a smile forces itself onto his pale anguished remembering the thunder and lightning in the dimly lit hospital the moment the doctor announced his mother's death.
"Kevin, hey. It's okay."
"I just— I panicked for a second. I don't want you to think or worry about me or anything," Kevin says, voice wavering. Tears start to well in his mocha eyes like a flame burning unsteady, chest tightening, and it feels like he's lost in a void of darkness with no way out of the dark past.
Every time. Every single damn time. Every time it's his mother.
His choice to play the piano was because of his mother. His dad wouldn't understand even after the argument they had a year ago, and it flashes across his mind like a tape on rewind, playing the bad moments.
"You don't have to be there for me and forget that I asked you to be my friend." Kevin flinches just a little, feeling Changmin's hands squeeze his shoulder.
"I don't know why you're afraid of the dark and I'm not expecting you to tell me why right now," Changmin takes a step back to look at Kevin, "just know, you're strong, and I'm proud of you," his eyes soften, reaching a hand out to wipe away the tears streaming down his cheek. "I'm not a ghost, by the way, if you're worried about that," he laughs.
"I don't think you're a ghost but an angel always there at the right time," Kevin says, tone serious. The tears subside even though his eyes glisten and he takes a sharp breath, finding himself getting lost in the dancer's warm and sanguine chocolate eyes twinkling, completely, and utterly making him forget the boy who had his heart.
