{𝙼𝚢 𝚂𝚞𝚗 - 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝚂𝚄𝙽𝙶}

92: End Of The Evening

[Changbin]

There it was, our place, in front of me for the first time in a while.

Right now, only Yongtae lived there, and it felt bittersweet to be back.

We'd made many good memories there together, but it had also been there for a lot of sadness and pain in our lives, making coming back a weird experience.

It no longer really felt like my home even though a lot of my things were still there, and especially entering it was strange.

The place felt so empty, despite looking almost exactly the same as it did the last time I was here.

All the emotion, the love that had once filled this apartment, it was no longer present after I'd moved out.

But today, maybe there was a chance I'd be moving back in?

I didn't know, I didn't want to keep my hopes up that Yongtae would be comfortable with trying to make things work.

But even though I tried not to let myself get caught up in feelings before I could get to talk about the facts, seeing Yongtae again made that hard.

My love for him was definitely still there, strong as ever.

And as he looked into my eyes, I saw the love shine through them as well.

"Can I.. hug you?" I asked once we'd made it to the living room, I'd missed holding around him so much.

It felt like an eternity since the last time he'd been in my arms.

Yongtae seemed to be struggling to say anything right now, so he nodded instead, opening his arms toward me.

I didn't waste a second, trying not to let the joy of seeing him again take over as I closed the distance between us and hugged him.

Out of habit, I almost gave him a squeeze, but I didn't know how his condition was now so I stopped myself.

"Let's, uh.. sit?" Yongtae's voice was quiet as he spoke, fidgeting with his hoodie strings after the hug, not able to meet my eyes anymore.

So we sat, and even though I didn't want to, I kept a little bit of distance between us for the time being.

But even though we had both been ready to talk, it wasn't easy to know where to start.

So we sat there, in uncomfortable, awaiting silence.

The only thing that made noise was the dishwasher in the kitchen, and the sound of the couch creaking as we shifted awkwardly.

"So, um.."

"Yeah, we.."

Neither of us continued, and I let out a heavy sigh.

"I swear, talking to you was never this hard.." I chuckled sadly, watching as Yongtae bit down on his lip.

He seemed really uncomfortable with the thick tension and heavy mood, and his eyes were glossy, which I knew meant he was on the verge of tears.

"I-I'm sorry.." Yongtae whimpered, and I had to physically stop myself to not reach over and take him into my arms. "I k-knew this wouldn't be easy, but.."