Reborn |seongjoong|

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Even tho the others got warmer to me, and a lot friendlier, Dal was still cold. Every time I tried to get closer, he acted so cold, and mean. It hurt me. But I had all the patience in this world. It was alright to wait for him as long as needed. It was like the last time. Maybe it was better. The first and last time we got to know each other, he stabbed me with his sword. At least this time, he didn't know how to use weapons. But my immortal heart got hurt seeing him as cold. And it was only towards me. Dal acted normal and lovely with the rest.

Around lunch, I tried to call him for lunch, but he told me to stay away for him. A piece of ice stabbed my heart. On the same spot he cut me with his sword. I felt a little down. So I went to the living room and sat quietly on the couch. The atmosphere around me probably was heavy because Yunho came to me. He had a concerned look on his face. Was my mood so bad?

"Are you okay?" he asked me. "I heard about Joong. He needs some time to get used. Give him some time."

"I thought so," I spoke, looking at his golden puppy aura.

"He will warm up after some time," Yunho said, patting my shoulder. He then offered to play games together.

Afterwards, we played Mario for some time. I had never played before, but it wasn't so hard. I defeated him a couple of times. At some point, he gave up on playing because he lost so many times. I told him we could do something else. Yunho then asked me if I could teach him how to cook. I agreed, but the kitchen was already occupied. Wooyoung was there, preparing himself an afternoon snack. We waited for him to finish, and I told Yunho what we were making. We agreed upon a soup. Something easy to make. I showed him how to cut the ingredients, and we took our time. By the time we were almost done, I left the rest to Yunho, because he had nothing to ruin. So I went out to clean up the veranda. And since I didn't feel cold, I went out in my light clothes.

At some point, I heard the door opening. It was my dear Dal/Hongjoong. He was caring an extra jacket with him. I looked at him with some nostalgia. He came towards me and without saying anything he put it on me. His cheeks were rosy red. I didn't know if it was because of the cold. Or was it me?

"Why don't you come inside? It's cold outside," he told me, looking away from me.

"I have some more to finish," I told him, tilting my head.

"I'll help you."

We cleaned up together, and it was faster than doing it alone. But I noticed, he got cold to the point, his hands were turning purple. Even in this life, he has weak to the weather. I had to take care of him. So I directed my body heat to my hands and took him in mine. Dal shivered, just like he did before and smiled gently. He was warming up. It was nice to hold his hands once again. And he didn't pull away from me.

"You are so warm," he said, avoiding my eyes.

I wanted to stay like that for a little longer, but we had to go inside. It was better for him that way. Hongjoong was a human and needed to keep his body warm. Inside the house would be better for him, compared to a bit of warmth coming from me. It made me a little sad for letting go of him. Because once inside, he acted cold towards me once again.

He didn't even look at me until he left for his room. I and Yunho, stayed after dinner to clean up. He was talking about many different topics to distract me. I had to admit, he reminded me of an old friend I had lost long ago. We ended up staying and talking in the living room until midnight.

Hongjoong:

I couldn't sleep at all. And I couldn't calm down ever since I went out earlier. The warm sensation from his touch kept lingering. It made me restless. Thoughts about it filled up my head. Why were his hands so warm? Why it felt so familiar? Why did my heartbeat speed up every time I looked at him afterwards? And most importantly, what were those mixed feelings I had? My chest hurt at the thought of it. I felt comfortable around him, but a little wary. Something was missing from the picture.

Around 1 am, I decided to take a walk and distract myself. There was no one around the house. Yet, the lights, over the veranda, were turned on. Could it be him? I thought, grabbing my jacket. I took one more just in case he was without one once again. And he was. Seonghwa stood on the railing, looking up at the sky. I walked closer to him, covering his shoulders with the fluffy jacket I took for him. He looked at me with a look of happiness. Maybe he was cold and didn't realize it. I tried to act normal and leaned on the railing next to him. The sky was beautiful in this area of the city. There were so many stars. And the moon, it appeared so big.

"Dal is beautiful," Hwa spoke, glancing between me and the moon.

"Yeah, the moon is truely pretty," I responded. (Dal/달 = Moon, in Korean.)

We stayed for a while outside. Seonghwa showed me the stars. And we had a normal conversation. Everything was alright until he took my hand in his once again. His hands were so warm, it felt comforting, yet something within me told me it was wrong. Every time he looked at me and every time he touched me, my heart ached. Something was wrong with me. 

A/n:
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