𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶

第2章

if i can dream long enough,
you'd tell me i'll be just fine.

.

a month has passed and jungsu still hasn't stopped grieving. the empty room would be filled with nothing but his pained sobs. it will never be easy to get over someone as special gunil was to the fragile boy.

the figure in the doorway let out a soft sigh, watching the other slowly destroy himself. he felt the pit in his stomach, but there wasn't much he could do.

"hyung, please, can you please get up? you need air, and you need food."

the words would softly fall from the boy. he would chew on his lower lip as his gaze focused on the non moving figure in the bed. his chest felt heavy. he even felt at fault for his once lively and bright friend to be like this.

the more time the boy stood there the more pain it brought to him to him. he wanted to open his mouth to speak more, to tell him that everyone missed him, but he didn't want to cause the other more pain then he already is.

since the younger felt that his presence was a bother he left with a small sniffle. not noticing the figure on the bed hugging his pillow tighter, to the point his knuckles turned white.

"i'm- s-sorry hyeongjun."

jungsu would softly say under his breath. he couldn't help it. all the weight on his shoulders was overwhelming. his body feels trapped, he felt suffocated. his mind would continue to scream at him. his muscles wouldn't move the way he wanted them to.

he knew his actions were his own fault, but he told himself he deserved them. he deserves them for not being there for his lover when he needed him most. he would constantly blame himself. he would listen to every harsh thought his mind fed to him.

though the dream he received after falling asleep, sometime around midnight, it felt surreal. he felt it was true, at least he wanted for it to be real. he was honestly more than pissed when he woke up only to find the boring pattern of the ceiling.

he wanted to fall back asleep. he wanted to replay his dream over and over again. but jungsu couldn't get what he wanted. his mind insisted he stay awake to just stare at nothing as his now usual routine.

but as he laid there, he tried to recall the bits of his dream. as he did, his heart was shattering into a millions of pieces as he closed his eyes, holding his breath for whatever reason.

--
"Jungsu, you can't be a professional dancer if you continue to complain!" he pouted as the words came out of his mouth, looking at his boyfriend with a concerned look.

"why is it so complicated!?" the taller huffed and crossed his arms, facing the opposite way. "when i dance it looks so horribly stiff, but you do it so gracefully"

"you call this gracefully?" the older said while dancing to the chorus of "2 baddies". a soft giggle followed after, watching his boyfriends' disgusted face.

"I regret having those words leave my mouth-" he frowned, taking note of his boyfriends steps coming closer to him.

"susu~ so cute! always adding a little sass to his words~ that's what i love about him, well many more things obviously" he would chuckle shyly, scratching his neck as he placed himself in front of his breathtaking boyfriend.

the taller rolled his eyes at his words. he never wanted to admit that the words made him feel all butterflies in his stomach. though the heavy breathing now escaping his mouth showed otherwise. his heart was racing as the most gorgeous man he knew was closer now.