Lighter to my heart || hyunlix

Chapter 1

Hyunjin's Pov

Anymore, no one 's mind is their own. You can 't concentrate. You can 't think. There 's always some noise worming in. Singers shouting.Dead people laughing.

Everything was so loud that I could feel my head exploding. I honestly wished I wasn't here.

-"Hey Hyunjin !Pour me another glass,pretty pleaseee~! "Seungmin prayed.

-"Me too , Hyunjiniee!" Changbin mentioned.
I took the bottle which was situated on the table and poured them a little more.

I put it back while watching them drinking up everything in seconds.
The place was full of people , every table was occupied with people chatting,some of them had to shout to be heard.

My friends where too caught up in drinking so I got up and went out for a smoke. I leaned against the side wall of this place and searched for my cigarettes. I brought one to my mouth but realized I don't have a lighter.

-"Fuck". I groaned.

This day couldn't get worse.

-"You know we actually have a smoking room ,do you?"

I glance up to see one of the workers of this place. Not so long blong hair falling perfectly and freckles all over his face. "It suits him" I thought to myself.
I study him as he lends me a red lighter.

-"You nag me for wanting me to smoke here but give me a lighter?" I added as I put my the cigarette in my mouth and light it. Finally something actually relieving.

He leans against the wall besides me, watching people pass by , chatting, laughing and having fun.
I analyze his side profile now that I'm closer to him. The nose bridge is perfect , the medium sharp jawline but fragile features makes him more feminine.

-"Aren't you going to ask me anything?" I say out of curiosity.

-"It seemed like you would enjoy more silent company from what I've seen."

I paused for a second. That was true but why did I feel the urge to talk to him? Was it even worth it? After all he's a stranger.

-"That's correct."

I finish my cigarette than I get another one from my pocket and light it up. I didn't wanna go back there so I assumed it would be a good excuse if I smoke more.

-"Are cigarette so reliable?" he asked me without even turning his face to see me, still watching over the crowd.

-"A lot better when I have to deal with situations I feel uncomfortable."

Slowly he turns his head and faces me. His eyes are like a art. I wish I could paint them .

-"Are you in a stressful situation right now?"

-"Maybe , I don't know either. All I know is whenever I fell stressed out or uncomfortable, I search for a quiet place to smoke.That's why I came here."

I don't know why I felt like I had to explain all to him.

-"You know, It's better to reach for someone when u are in this type of situations. It brings more safety and closure."

-" I don't like people.Most of them."
-"But you still talked to me."

Did I?

-" Does it make you feel better while talking to me?"

-"Yes."

I finish my cigarette and trow it in the trash.
-"Don't you have work to do, blondie?"

-"I'm in my break, why? Already bored of me?" he chuckled.

-"Not really. In fact I'm more interested in who you are."

-"Good luck in finding out."

-"Tell me a fun fact about you."

-"A fun fact? Well, I'm good at reading people so I can tell by now that you feel a lot more better
because of me."

-"Bingo! Well done"  I replied.

-"Your turn."

-"I'm a painter and I only paint pretty things that make me feel something."

I watched as his eyes lit up when he heard the word "painter".

Oh, the moon and the stars tried their best ,but I couldn't look away from you.

-"That actually sounds fascinating.I have never met someone good at painting."

-"Who says I'm so good at it? Want me to show you one of my paintings one day?"

-"If we'll meet again."

I look at him and his warm smile , making me feel something weird inside my chest.

-"My break is over , I should get back to work." he spoke while brushing off the dust on his clothes.
-"Wait I didn't get your name, blondie!"

But he didn't replied.He just straight up left.
I made my way back in and a warm air hit my face. My friends were all numb and I knew that again I had to take care of them.

Before leaving the place I looked back to get a look at the blonde boy . He was taking some orders from a big table. In the middle of the chaos , there was you.

I step out in the cold night air again.

I place Seungmin on the couch carefully without letting him hurt his head . I get s blanket and put it over him making sure he won't be cold at night .

I prepare a place on the carpet with a pillow and another blanket and let Changbin rest there well.
I knew eventually that they would end up in my apart. It's past midnight already. I walk to the bathroom to wash my face , liking the feeling of chilly water touching my skin.

I look at myself in the mirror .Water dripping down my face , dark circles and emptiness.That's all I have left...or I was left with.