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NOT EVERYTHING FEELS LIKE SOMETHING ✷ CHAPTER SEVEN:
AHN SUHO HAD always been good at disappearing. Great, even. It came like second nature to him. Sometimes, he'd be gone for days—Yiseul wouldn't hear a word from him during that time, no one would.
His grandma would cry. Yiseul never did. Her face would twist and her eyes would burn and she would feel the pit of her stomach open up and her heart plunge down, but no tears would seep from her eyes.
She knew he would be back. He always was. (Until he wasn't.)
"Yiseul-ah," Suho's voice was so sweet, like dripping honey, and his gaze on Yiseul's eyes was even more gentle.
She felt her heart ram inside of her chest, slam against her ribs. "You're back," she breathed.
There was dried-blood collected on his lips and scrapes danced along his knuckles.
He nodded gently, the band-aid around his finger felt all too tight now with this new-found attention. "Yeah," he scratched the back of his head. "Don't worry, Yiseul. It's nothing."
"You should see the other guy," he added as an afterthought. He acted as though the declaration would do anything at all to steady Yiseul's beating heart.
Her lips parted, no words would come. Her chest heaved from within, and her teeth chattered violently. Something hot and sticky slid down her cheeks.
"Yiseul-ah." He stared at the girl, alarmed; his gaze narrowing in on her watering eyes.
He moved towards her, his arms open. She recoiled at his touch, flinching violently.
"Don't," she seethed. "How could you?"
Her eyes were hot with rage, so was her breath and her hair and her head and her soul. But it wasn't rage she was feeling, rather the fear of the unknown.
Suho's heart hurdled to his throat—he hadn't meant to make her cry, didn't even know what had provoked such a strong reaction.
But Yiseul didn't mind him being away. (Really, she didn't.) But what she did mind was the not telling.
She knew he wasn't in the right state of mind, hadn't been since the incident where the one thing that had been his own had been taken. One wrong move that he had failed to calculate had cost him his life. (At least the one thing that had given it meaning.)
She knew it made him sad. Filled him with despair.
"There are other ways," she had told him once. "You can try again, Suho."
His laugh had been bitter, so cruel; so unlike the Suho that she had grown accustomed to call her own. The years he had spent hardening his mind, his body, and his soul could not be re-built just like that. It was irreplicable. It would take months, years. Maybe even his whole lifetime.
Suho would never be as good as he had been, and if there wasn't that, then he didn't want to be good. He wanted to be done.
He would tuck away that side of him deep inside of a past that not even Min Yiseul was allowed to uncover.
But Yiseul could not be angry, even though she clenched her fists by her side and her eyes spewed with hate. It wasn't her anger to have.
One blink and she was back to the present. His footsteps were too loud on the asphalt, his hands too cold as they began to swipe at the tears running down her cheeks.
"Yah, don't cry, Yiseul. It makes me want to cry." His face twisted, cheeks suddenly puffy and red.
Yiseul swatted his hands away, scowling. "Suho," she warned.
"Yiseul," he teased.
She felt herself crumple completely underneath the intensity of his stare. "I don't like you," she huffed.
"I love you." He grinned back, enveloping her in a huge bear-hug.
She attempted to push away the wall of muscle sprawled across her. "Yah, Suho. Where have you really been?"
"Saving the world," he breathed into her hair.
She wondered who the world was this time.
(🫡🫡🫡) author's note: lol, clearly digestible super short chapter bc i'm incapable of making longer ones, like ik we've been thru this but TRUST i acc tried to extend it but it just didn't work UGH ... the word count is literally like 600 words, PLEASE
ik this chapter doesn't rly make sense (in my defense it's litro midnight and i'm SOOO tired and my phone isn't charging), but opinions as always !!!!!!!
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