Summary:
So some day, at the end of this road
In my last
I hope you will be there
I hope you'll hold my hand at the end of this night
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At The End - Lee Changsub (BToB)
I'm walking through the dawn
As if I could blow away the rest of today
The sky is endless and dark with the night air
When I look up, I feel like I could touch it
"Hyung? Where are you going?" A voice called to Soonyoung when the Performance Team's leader walked up the stairs.
The leader stopped his feet and turned back to answer the maknae's question. "The rooftop. I need to get some air." He said shortly with a tired smile and Chan seemed to understand him as he nodded and replied.
"Okay. See you later." The maknae turned again, waving his phone to indicate that he would call if someone looking for the other before walking back toward their studio and gave his team's leader the time and privacy for himself.
Still standing on the stairs, Soonyoung waited until he couldn't see Chan's figure before continuing his way up. The higher he went, the less people he saw and on the last set of stairs, he didn't meet anyone at all.
Knowing that the door wasn't locked, Soonyoung pushed the white door open and closed his eyes when strong winds greeted him way too eagerly.
Opening his eyes once the slap of the winds became bearable, Soonyoung slowly walked out to the terrace while glancing at the lit up scenery of the still bustling city.
Standing on the middle of it, the dancer closed his eyes again as his arms reached out away from his body's sides. Slow breathing accompanied by the dull sound of the still busy street below had the team leader to calm down and the gentle caresses of the night wind helped him feel less restricted.
Blowing out a long exhale of sigh, Soonyoung let his limb to move freely following the beats playing inside his head.
The unlit sky stole my tears
As if it's comforting me
As if I could touch it
I endured this day with sighs
As I give my foolish body to the flowing stars
Sighing as he laid down carelessly on the cold cemented rooftop and ignoring the beads of sweat rolling down his skin, Soonyoung stared up high at the dark sky. There was no sight of even the tiniest star, he frowned at the thought, remembering in his childhood night back in his hometown where he would glanced up at the night sky and scatters of stars would lit his town.
Things had changed. Pollution had blurred people sight from the vast amazing space far above their sky. And just like that for Soonyoung personally, his work had shadowed over his dreams. There were so much responsibilities he had to take, ton of things to be considered more than three times, choreography which had to be recreated again and again until their entertainment agreed and satisfied with it, and then teaching his group member to dance it perfectly. Things had been so frustrating for him with the high expectations set by not only their entertainment agency but also their fans too, and not to mention the haters.
