lost in the fire./ yangdery

04 | satellite

"yangyang! they said they have a probe up in space to observe mars! how cool is that?" kunhang says as soon as he picks up the phone. yangyang smiles.

"told you it would happen soon, didn't i!" he replies excitedly, and kunhang laughs.

"it's so cool. i got the paper and it had it on the front page. i'll chuck that in the capsule before i bury it." kunhang says, and yangyang hears more paper rustling (a common occurrence on kunhang's end apparently). presumably, he is marvelling at the space probe news again.

"why don't you bury it today? i want to see you." yangyang pouts, and fuck, that sounded gay. thankfully, kunhang doesn't pick up on it.

"okay! i'll get my school photo now." he says, before pausing. "my friends got me flowers because of... the family situation. do you think things like that will appear with you too?" kunhang asks. yangyang hums (he does want some flowers).

"maybe put them in the vase?" he instructs, and as soon as he looks back at the vase in the window, there are withered, dried out roses, shrivelled up petals littering the windowsill and the floor beneath.

"well. it worked. but they aren't alive anymore." he says, but kunhang doesn't sound too disappointed when he answers.

"that's okay. i'll have to find a way that works then." he says happily, and the line cuts out. huh.

yangyang rushes downstairs and out into their garden, patiently waiting on the ground with crossed legs. it feels like hours pass, and he dozes off. he is shaken awake by renjun, who is holding an umbrella and staring down at him strangely.

"this isn't the weather to be napping outside in bro." he says, and yangyang then registers the pitter patter of rain, followed by a bright flash in the sky. he scrambles to his feet, almost knocking renjun over and bumping heads with him.

"sorry!" he exclaims, rushing past renjun to get indoors. his nice joggers are soaked, sticking to his skin. thunder crashes outside, and yangyang watches the black clouds rolling in around them.

"why the fuck were you even out there?" renjun whines, kicking off his soaking trainers.

"i was waiting for kunhang's capsule." he replies, as if it's the most obvious answer in the world. renjun groans.

"and you fucking fell asleep? how long does this guy take to dig?" he complains, and yangyang watches intently as renjun strips off his stained, soaked jumper and strides over to their dryer. so much for the umbrella.

"clearly, a while." yangyang says, and renjun hurls a bundled up pair of socks at him.

"you are stupid. and you are gay." he says, and yangyang wants to punch him.

"how many times to we have to go over this-"

"yangyang, most people do not wait hours for their imaginary boyfriend from the sixties to bury a present for them. they also don't eye fuck their roommates when they take their shirt off." renjun says, and yangyang goes red.

"...shut up." he stutters out, earning a shit eating grin out of renjun.

"you are so into him. and also me." he says, and yangyang curls into himself, withdrawing into the big hood of his jumper.

"am not." he replies. renjun just chucks another pair of socks at him.

"do you like him?" renjun asks, sitting himself down on the floor next to him. yangyang now regrets not asking him for some dry stuff while he was up, because renjun looks awfully warm and comfy in freshly tumble dried clothes.