This time it is different

The Storm

"Will you break today, Ponyo?"

No, he wouldn't break. Storms didn't matter to him anymore, did they? But this wasn't the time to think about it. It was time for classes today. And this time he didn't want to have his mind being a mess while thinking about the past.

Mr. Hwang was already in the classroom when the two friends entered it. Bowing in front of their teacher they made their way to their seats until Mr. Hwang called Sewoon to come to his desk. Feeling uneasy the boy went to his teacher.

"Let's talk somewhere more privately. Gwanghyun-ah, you don't need to worry. Your friend isn't in trouble."

Walking with his teacher to a more private room, the brown haired boy felt really uneasy. What would he be scolded for he wondered.

"Sewoon-ah. Miss Yoon called. You have been skipping your meetings with her. Actually she couldn't even tell me which hair color you are currently having. And you know what this means."

Sewoon kept quiet. The young teacher sighed deeply. "Sewoon-goon. I know, it's difficult for you, but you need to open up. I promised that if anything would happen to them, I'd take care of you, but honestly you are making it pretty hard for me to keep that promise."

"I don't believe in promises. Sorry for making you worry. But I am fine." "Sewoon-goon. I try to read you so, but it's nearly impossible. Also... There will be a huge storm today. You sure you want to attend classes? I can call Euiwoong to lead you home. We both know about your situation." This was the second person who reminded him about the storm. Didn't they consider the possibility of Sewoon checking the forecast as well? He knew it already before Youngmin told him about him. The boy was close to agreeing until ...

"Will you break today, Ponyo?"

No, he had already answered that question. He needed to show them his change and if he managed to get through the day without any struggles, maybe they'd stop chasing after him and return back to Busan. "Thanks, Saem, but I will decline. Miss Yoon showed me this technique with that I should be able to control myself. Oh, and Saem, class is to start soon. Shouldn't we head back?"

A lie. It was still over 30 minutes 'til the beginning of his class and his teacher knew that. But that's how Sewoon usually ended these conservations. He was known not to be a friend of many words.

His teacher simply nodded. "Well, maybe I should check some stuff before the lecture. See you in class, Sewoon-ah."

After his teacher had left the young boy leaned against the wall and fought his tears. Tears. Only they knew his story. His tears and his guitar. Releasing a deep breath Sewoon decided it was time to return to the classroom. Sadly, he met a certain one when he passed the said person's locker. Their eyes met and time seemed to stop.

"Hello, Jung Sewoon. If you find a little Ponyo, please be so kind and tell him to come back to me. I miss him badly. Tell him, my lips still remember his cutes ones. And tell him, my waist misses the touch of his hands on it. Also my chest feels to different ever since the last time his head was placed on it." The boy took a few steps until there was only a little space between them. "So, if you see my little Ponyo, tell him to come back home." After creasing Sewoon's check gently Jaehwan chuckled at the younger boy. "Well, see you in class!" And he went to their classroom.

Finally, Sewoon trusted himself to breathe again. He did not dare to breath when the older talked to him like that. Because Sewoon might have answered "Here he is! I am here! Take him back home, Jaehwan-hyung!" And this could not happen.

The rest of the first hours were plain and boring. There is no need to mention that Gwanghyun was overprotective when Youngmin, Donghyun or Jaehwan talked to Sewoon. Gwanghyun had changed seats with Hyunbin 'to make sure Sewoon was doing fine' as he called it. And Sewoon was glad his friend behaved like this. During classes he kept checking the sky in order to know when the storm would happen.