BLUE ROSES.| CYJ

stains

daylight - Taylor swift

The world was not against Yeonjun , nor was he against it. He lay on the bed silently relying on his heartbeat for a soothing lullaby , he covers himself with a thin layer of the blanket . It was awfully cold at the ward , he bundles up in the middle of the bed with his knees close for warmth as he rests his head on the pillow. He clearly remembers that time she had gotten sick for the first time at the camp. His lips lift up for a smile as he looks at her asleep. he was so young to be in love.

" I am really good at spinning , wanna see?.." , Yeonjun appeals as he walks over to the center of the stage amongst his dance mates. He scoops his hands up to his waist as he raised up on his tiptoes and spun around earning a few awes around him , he tumbles down on the dance floor with a smile on his face. He had learnt a new skill from his friend the day earlier . Sohee went to ballet classes for a brief period of time , and ever since she was drawn to the mist of hip hop that year , she wouldn't stop asking Yeonjun how to basic shuffle and dougie all day . Yeonjun was delighted that she was a fast learner . However , he wanted to learn something from her that he could show her to make it even.

" I was really good , wasn't I ?" , he raised up from the ground , smiling wide as he patted his pants clean. He was so eager to show his homework to Sohee that it made him think about his friendship with her. he followed his teammates to the centre of the dance room where they stood in a circle before settling down in the same place , and as usual , there was a place vacant next to Yeonjun that always belonged to her. seeing it unoccupied for sometime , he raises his eyes towards the clock where the time ticked relentlessly. where was Sohee?

She was absent from the dance camp that day.

Yeonjun was disappointed , hell he didnt even want to see her face the next morning.

" Hey , have you guys seen Sohee?..".

Yeonjun raised his head in concern upon hearing her name . He was tying his shoes upset at the fact that she didn't turn up to the camp . He told himself that he would give her a cold shoulder the next day. But how could he ?

" I heard she was sick . I asked uncle earlier.."

He rose up from the ground faster than the flash of lightning in sky , dashing out of the room to meet her . He had sensed that his day was going unpleasant, but he hadn't expected her absence ; earlier when he was playing tag with the boys , he felt his heartbeat skip when he heard a faint sound of a blast outside the camp. He had shrugged the uncomfortable feeling in the name of a nearby bridge construction since the camp was in close vicinity to the river side. He ran and and ran aimlessly, confused and anxious about meeting her that evening. The clouds were turning dark and down came the rain, pouring cold above his head when he was blocked by a couple of boys from the camp.

" Let me go.." , he pleaded , unprovoked with no intention to fight.

"Yeonjun-ah , Is it fun being the best in the whole class? " , the boy walked over to him , knocking him down on the road with a harsh slap on his cheek, " Tell me , is it fun when you make others look stupid when they dance next to you?" .

He lifted cycle above his head with a loud grunt and walked over to Yeonjun wincing in pain covering his head as he whimpered under the merciless shower of the rain. Joonwoo swung the cycle slamming the wheel directly on his face knocking him further ahead on the ground , Yeonjun tumbles on the road feeling the spindles of the wheel piercing into his cheek , almost poking his eyes. Yeonjun dared not to look back again , fear runs his body cold as he gasped crawling on the road to escape as soon as possible. Joonwoo jogged ahead of him blocking him from escaping , Yeonjun’s weak hand shivered as he curled it around his ankle falling on his feet desperately whispering , “ please...stop , i beg you..”

Joonwoo gave no attention to his plead and lifted the cycle up in the air for his last and final blow.

" Stop it!. Joonwoo , what if he reported it to the police?!"  , his friend grabs his arm preventing him from acting further.

Joonwoo stepped back as the word juvenile flashed through his mind. He dropped the cycle down in horror and his hands trembled at the sight of Yeonjun trying to raise back up on his feet.

" FUCK YOU! YOU BASTARD , I WILL GET YOU I-I WILL KILL YOU!" , Joonwoo yelled pointing his finger at him , "I-I..." , he spoke no more and fled from the place as fast as he could without turning back.

How could Yeonjun die without meeting his best friend for the last time? Yeonjun reached the doorstep of her house drenched in rain from head to toe, his dress soaked in water and his face , blurred of any beauty as he tried his best to conceal his wounds with his cardigan.

Yeonjun walked towards Sohee's bed anxiously when he heard the elder explain to him that she indeed had fever from the morning. His anger washes down his feet when he watched her sleep soundly in the low lit room, she lay weak and tired , her face lacked the bright glow on her cheeks. It was unusual to not see her chirp about the fascinating tales of the stars she stayed up late nights to admire , or talk about baby pandas she saw at the zoo the previous year.

Silence plagued her soul. He sat on the chair by the bed , glad that she had not seen his injured face. He was running out excuses to explain his wounds.

"Hey.." , she began softly.

" Did you ask me if I were sick ? " , she nagged at him in a low voice and her eyelids hung close.

" No. You didn't. Dumbass" , a smile appeared on her face as he placed his hand on her knuckles on the bed. He giggled at the sound of her groggy voice , she sounded like a little hamster. A scary, grumpy hamster. ( A cute one)

" Your hands are ice cold. Hey, didn't you wear a cardigan on the way home?? " , she moves his hand off her hand as she twists to the other side of the bed to face the wall. The old bed cackled when she turned around , he watches her carefully avoiding to make her suspicious about his condition. He was still in awful pain unable to move his body in exhaustion.

" You have to do two things when I'm sick.." , Sohee began again but this time with a firm voice after gaining energy from her friend's presence.

" And what are those ? ".

" One is ask me if I'm sick and two.." , she paused.

" and two , protect me from the cold. I can't stand being cold when I'm sick".

Yeonjun steps down the bed gently as he picks up his jacket that was left on the utility table on his right. He had heard from the doctor that his jacket was the only piece clothe he could preserve before he changed into a patient coat for treatment . He had spent so much time alone anxious about meeting her , he even blames himself for the blast that occurred. It was all his fault , perhaps if he never walked into the cafe that day , if he had confessed to her about his love he would have never had to see her fall sick in front of his own eyes again . Perhaps , he deserves it for breaking his promise . He should have spent more time counting stars in the sky , waiting for her to meet him instead. Despite his dilemma , the curtain fluttered inviting him towards her bed.

He dared not to utter a single word in front of her.

The wind blows cold on his exposed spine from the window , and instead of chills he was filled with fascination. Sohee lived a wonderful life without him , he was the one who ruined it for her. He still admired her for her reasons to wait for tomorrow. She never hoped that her yesterdays made more significance in her calendar , sneaked out on the days she believed the bewitching sky desired for love ; she loved truly and never expected anything in return. She wrote long letters to those she loved on their birthdays , she spent time admiring the small but enchanting passions around her. He drapes his jacket on her as he observed his best friend with a soft smile.

If Yeonjun had to die that night , he would gladly oblige to.

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a/n: "you are what you love"- Taylor swift .

Happy belated birthday to our home, Soobinnie!