Soon, We'll Meet Again - Yoon Jeonghan

Chapter 6 - Lacking A Half Feels Like Death

All that I know

Lies within emotion

Words remain unspoken

Lead me through the dark

All that I see

Came to me in colours

Lasted for a moment

Leads me through the dark

All Is Soft Inside - AURORA

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The walls turned and twisted. The room faded for a second and Jeonghan turned away from the mirror. He needed a break from practice. With the best of his ability, trying his best not to look unwell to his members, he joked with them as he walked to the bathroom. Once alone in the corridor he could only stagger to his destination.

His stomach burned, his throat felt dry, his head was pulsing against his skull. He leaned against the door, slowly sitting to the ground, sliding down his back until his back laid flat with the door and his legs flat in front of him. They shook, his hands shook, everything shook, his breathing too.

He needed the moment, the silence, the cold of the tiles. He had pushed himself too far.

Too far for that one day.

He stayed in the bathroom, cooling down for over half an hour, not answering to anybody calling for him in the corridor, he couldn't get up either way. Once he could, legs still frail, he thought that he needed to go home, go home and cry in bed.

"I don't feel well." He told his members as he packed his back and left for the dorms. Jeonghan felt empty as he did so. Walking on autopilot, walking down the stairs without feeling the pain, walking down the street without hearing anything, waiting in the elevator seeing nothing but a white blur. He got the apartment only with his memory, instinctively taking twelve steps forwards, turning to the door, hitting the code without looking at the numbers, and then to his bedroom. He didn't see the bed, only felt it against his cheek as he laid on it.

He felt so weak, so tired, so hungry, so frail, so empty.

Jeonghan didn't realise he had fallen asleep, hadn't until his friend came to sit beside him on his bed, a cold wet cloth to his forehead. It was dark outside, or maybe the curtains had been closed, only the desk lamp was turned on.

"Who's it?" He asked, not seeing well, tired and without his glasses.

He was handed his frames by the figure. "Mingyu." He said, swiping the cloth away to rinse it with cold water. Jeonghan sighed pleasantly when the cold came back to his forehead.

His hands still shook as he slipped the metal arms around his face, blinking as all came into focus. He took a moment to take everything in. How the curtains were not closed but it was dark outside whereas he had come to the apartment around noon. How Mingyu was still in the clothes he wore while training, how there wasn't much sound in the home either. He still felt so tired, so weak. He didn't know what had happened.

Jeonghan sat up, wobbling a bit as he uncurled his legs from under him, failing to hold himself up with his fatigued arms. Mingyu held him as he regained control of his limbs. "What happened?" His eyes landed on the bowl of water by his friend's feet.