it was a normal day in the dorm of nct. although the heavens that hung above them seemed to mimic the color of pencil lead smudged across a piece of paper, the people in it moved around their areas, talking among themselves with voices that overlapped the volume of the crackling thunder.
compared to the other days, though, the noises bouncing against the walls were not caused by different topics and different emotions towards them, but the same, for the noises were all about their announced vacation.
meaning, they were free to do anything according to their heart's desires for a few months.
although, as much as it was a good thing, it was also a bad thing, because the members, especially the foreign ones, were going to head home, which were most likely miles away from each other.
most of them didn't mind this a lot, though, for they had been wanting to see their families and friends for so long, so perhaps a short while of separation wouldn't be so bad.
yuta thought otherwise.
he heaved a heavy but silent sigh as he sank in the seat he was sitting on. despite the distracting noise surrounding him, he felt like he was the only one in the room.
it wasn't that he didn't want to come back to his home in japan to see his family and friends after such a long time. in fact, he always wanted to do so.
it wasn't that he was the only one to do so, either. it was difficult to be the only member of a certain nationality, but he had started to see that it wasn't all that bad when you're surrounded by accepting people who aren't afraid to lend a hand when you need one, such as his co-members.
what was the real reason, then?
as he looked up and ahead, yuta saw the chinese line chatting around. he frowned, not because he couldn't understand what they were saying, but because seeing and hearing them speak in their native tongue reminded him of it: he was going to go through months alone and without a certain chinese member: dong si cheng.
he was so deep in thought that it took him quite a long time to realize that the boy he was staring at was already staring back at him. once realization hit him, he immediately turned away, desperately hoping that things won't go the way he thought but didn't want them to go.
"hyung?"
well, too late for that.
yuta turned to si cheng, who was now sitting down and starting at him with a faint hint of a frown on his lips.
"what is it, winwinnie?" he asked with a fake sweet tone.
"i wanted to ask you the same question, yuta hyung," si cheng answered as his frown became more visible and less bearable for yuta.
what should yuta say? should he say that he didn't want the vacation to happen, only because he was scared of separation due to the fact that anything can happen and anything can change within the span of a month, much less more than a month?
the truth threatened to tip off his tongue, but then, he swallowed it in time. he didn't dare say it. he didn't want him to think that he was selfish.
instead, yuta shook his head and shone a smile while intertwining his fingers with si cheng's and wrapping his hand with warmth that nothing, not even the sun, can replace while he was not by his side.
"it's nothing," yuta simply said in japanese.
it's nothing, he repeated in his head, as if he was trying to convince himself instead.
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publishing another new book at 12 am on a school night where you're actually prohibited to use your gadgets? relate
anyway surprise motherfuckers
