letters to the stars

eight 🗝️

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As soon as my body regains consciousness I am hit with the heavy pain in my head, my head is pounding and it's creating a migraine. I don't even try to open my heavy eyes, it'll just bring me with more pain. The way I woke up was unexpected and startling so it practically stripped all drowsiness away from my body, it's unusual. Even though my eyes are shut I can feel the comforting presence of Changbin. I have a feeling he's sitting at my desk admiring my paintings and sketches that I haven't bothered to store away or display.

"are you awake?"

Changbin turns to me, I can't see him but it's obvious he's now staring at my corpse of a body.
I don't really have the energy to reply or make Changbin's question known but I have to, it's rude to completely ignore him if he has caught on that I'm awake.

"mhm.."

I roll back around making sure my eyes are completely shut, the sheets wrap around me providing me with the warmth I never seem to feel. It's nice, I like it and it's making me want to drift away in slumber for another year. Changbin doesn't reply to me since he's probably admiring my sketches and paintings scattered across my desk, there's a few rotting books laying there as-well, he's probably flipping through them while reminiscing on times that have long passed. My head is pounding and I don't know why.. It's been like this since I've woken up, I see some people speculating that after you wake up with a headache it means you had a good sleep but it's all just myths. Maybe the pain I'm forced to swallow is the result of the burden of my diagnosis.

"you must be hungry. you haven't been eating well recently.."

Changbin's tone seems sort of monotone, maybe he's also dealing with the grief of my lingering death. He's right about the eating situation, I am hungry but my stomach tells me otherwise. Whenever any type of food ends up meeting with me my stomach turns in ways that bother me, they make me perceive food that I normally enjoy look unappetising. I don't say anything to Changbin realising that me going mute when anyone talks is becoming a habit, especially when I'm feeling my worst.

I hear the microwave heating up whatever food he has decided for me to eat, I'm not picky so I don't mind him doing this. I figure that it's probably some take-out that Changbin ordered late last night while I was sound asleep, he does that a lot then after he has eaten well he kindly saves a portion of the meal for me. I refuse to eat his food, it doesn't matter if it's take-out or homemade food, it's more that my stomach refuses it. Anyway, the strong yet pleasant smell seeping out from the kitchen blocks my nostrils, it makes me more awake. It's a good smell and I think it's egg fried rice, honestly egg fried rice doesn't seem too rough right now as it's quite simple and light.

"please eat some."

Before Changbin can finish whatever speech he was about to spill I interrupt him with a sigh.

"i will."

Changbin doesn't reply. Instead he simply places a small bowl of the steaming rice on my bedside table, he knows I can't stomach much so he made sure to plate the rice up in a childish bowl. He sits at my desk and begins to dig into his meal, a bowl of rice topped with some vegetables. There's an eerie silence between us, whistles of the wind along with the faint sound of birds 'singing' are barely heard. I take my queue to take at least a spoonful of that rice, the bowl immediately brings a comforting and unfamiliar warmth to my frosted hands. I take a spoonful of the rice into my mouth, it's salty but it's still good. I haven't eaten properly for around two days so the simple meal tastes ten times better than it actually should, I quickly begin to greedily shove spoonfuls of the light treat into my mouth.

"you got a letter."

He fills his mouth with some seaweed and spinach, it looks good.

"is it from that kid?"

I don't know why I bother asking as it's so obvious that it's from that poor kid, no one sends letters to their 'friends' they message them. I had almost forgotten about the 'star project' and the boy named Yang Jeongin. Honestly the pounding that is making me want to die isn't helping my fading memory. His name could be something completely different, who knows.

"yep, i didn't open it since it's for you."

Changbin chucks the sealed envelope towards me, it lands just below my bowl. Good aim.

I let out an airless giggle as the thought of this boy actually caring about me when he's never even spoken or met me brings a warm feeling to my aching heart. It's adorable to me.

"he's eager to know about me then."

I place the technically finished bowl of sad rice onto my bedside table and begin to unseal the letter, there's a sticker of some sanrio character used to contain the contents of the letter. Cute, I say but only in my head. I carefully pull the letter out from its casing while unfolding it, once I unfold it a genuine smirk that hasn't touched my face in a while begins to form. There's stupid yet cute stickers planted all over the page, he really put a surprising amount of effort into me. It's not just the arranged stickers that I notice it's his neat yet elegant handwriting, it sort of resembles mine.

"damn he did a lot."

I let my eyes follow each word, making sure I don't miss a single detail that he has taken time to written.

'dear hyunjin,

hii! my name is yang jeongin and i am from busan~!

how are you?

this might seem quite abrupt but i find your name very pretty.. (lol sorry ㅜㅜ)

i am twenty years old (born 8 of february) i am a ISFJ type ! i really enjoy writing (creative or letters i don't mind) what are your hobbies?

how is it living in seoul? i really wanna live there but it's too expensive for me :( maybe one day lol

i dye my hair blue a lot but i naturally have black hair, yes my hair is really fried. do you dye your hair? i really have an interest for fashion, i love clothes a lot ~~ i love to be stylish !!!

i like to go out a lot but most days i end up spending my days alone, either alone or out.
my parents don't live in busan (they don't even live in korea) they moved to the us when i turned 19 but they helped me get a nice little apartment ! :) do your parents live in seoul / korea? do you have any siblings? i don't .

do you have any roommates ? yet again, i don't..
i live alone in my apartment, i find ways to stay entertained tho! so you know, it's good!

this is quite 'fast' but have you got a girlfriend / boyfriend or a crush? (i don't, again.)

sorry if i'm asking many questions i just want to learn more about you! i know you are eager to learn about me cus im sooooo interesting (im not) so i left quite a few pictures of me which i think will give you an idea of me ~~ !!

here's my phone number ;)

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i hope we become great friends hwang hyunjin ~ !! :) ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ☻︎'

"who's making you smile so hard?"

My head shoots towards Changbin realising that my cheeks are sore from how hard I'm smiling at the moment. I'm so embarrassing.. I click my tongue as a response.

oh.

why am i so connected to this boy?

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i hope u guys enjoyed this short yet cute chapter

sorry it's sort of bad :( !!

next chapter will be super cute !!!! alsooooo
sorry for not writing / posting recently!! this week i might not be as active as i am busy but i will make it up to u :)

if u want to cheat on my story (i allow u guys to!)  while u wait for me to post then i recommend reading my story "from me to you" or i've been reading "strangers by the shore" and "heartstrings and ink" by jipaws!