Fly To You ○ Kim Junmyeon

10 | Cold Air, Warm Thoughts

"Why can't the pirates do ABCs? Ha, because they're always lost at C."

"Ha, you know that one music video of ours called Lotto? Check it out, it's got a lotto views."

(Sehun had once mentioned in his answer—in an interview with the magazine doing his solo photoshoot—about Junmyeon's defence mechanism habits whenever he gets anxious when the interviewer had asked him if there were any specific habits of the people around him that he's always found endearing. "Well, there are a few people worth mentioning, I think—Actually, they're all my fellow members, and since we're always together, it was easy to observe their habits. Minseok hyung stress-cleans his room, Chanyeol hyung plays on his custom-made mini Meow keyboard—the keys literally meow—whenever he's in some sort of negative mood. Jongdae hyung plays his games on hard mode when no one's paying attention to him and he needs attention. Junmyeon hyung—he's really funny—he blurts out these lame dad jokes whenever he gets nervous sometimes.")

"Have you ever seen a banana and think—Wow, it's so apeeling."

"What do you call a cow with a twitch? A beef jerky."

"What's the difference between a snowman and a snowwo—"

"Okay, this should be an alright spot!" Ghost girl cheerily interrupts, and Junmyeon almost finds himself blown away by a sudden gust of cold wind that came sweeping suddenly over him and his surroundings. He looks around and realizes that he's on a balcony area, and it's all open-spaced, dim and blur lights decorating the view from a distance over a nightly background, and it's so serenely quiet that Junmyeon finds himself back to a time when there hadn't been so much noise in his life before.

There really aren't many people around; all Junmyeon sees are some individuals in business suits sitting over the mostly empty benches and a smartly-dressed woman leaning over the railway, a puff of smoke escaping her lips. Junmyeon hadn't been paying attention to their journey so he isn't quite sure how many stories up he's walked—but if the chilly breezes and far-away distant lights are any indication, he's probably a fair number of stories up.

The joke dies at the tip of his tongue; In the darkness of 2.10am, Junmyeon finds serenity.

"Most people prefer lounging at spots closer to the terminals so... this place is pretty much empty, at this time especially," ghost girl smiles, and just a little—just a little, Junmyeon lets himself admit that he is a little captivated.

"You probably know every nook and cranny of this airport now, don't you?" He says, as he leans against the railway and holds tightly onto the handles.

"Perks of being stuck to this kind of place is that it never gets boring, so exploring around here is always interesting," she laughs before she flies past Junmyeon and onto the empty airspace right in front of him—beyond the railways. She's floating, Junmyeon observes, and she looks so peaceful—and so, in ease. Ah, shit. Junmyeon wants to float now too.

It's quiet, relaxing—serene, even between him and the ghost girl who's had their fair share of awkward silences, and Junmyeon only barely remembers what he'd been here for. Though in all honesty, even before he's had to explain, Junmyeon's barely got anything for himself, or any specific—reasonable-sounding reason that would reasonably explain his purpose and unannounced visit to the airport. All Junmyeon had successfully distinguish from his own self-inflicted confusion were several facts—few facts; One, he's been making his members and manager worried. Two, he's been distracted according to them. Three, reason behind his apparent distraction is ghost girl—and Junmyeon may or may not be a tad bit concerned about the third fact.

"So, Junmyeon," ghost girl speaks up from her place, "Now that you seem a bit calmer, think you can come to a sound reason to why on earth you're here in the first place?" The 'Not that I mind though; goes unsaid.

"I—I told you earlier though," Junmyeon huffs.

She smiles as she shakes her head, "I didn't quite understand you earlier."

Junmyeon lets out an exasperated sigh and ghost girl flinches slightly—hoping she hadn't actually annoyed the human; "Ghost girl, saliva is precious. I'd rather not waste it only to find that I don't have the rights words yet."

"Take it slow, Junmyeon," she says softly, "I want to know why you think of me as a distraction—I mean. Is it because of something as simple as the fact that I'm a ghost or am I doing anything that's bothering you?"

Now that—that's a lovely place where Junmyeon can start his thoughts from and he does; starts it from that very point and question that ghost girl had raised. He realizes that he really hasn't thought of it properly; wonders if what's distracting him is really simply the fact that she's a ghost because Junmyeon can't think of anything else besides that very reason—aside from the other facts that Junmyeon just simply quite likes her company, loves her antiques, adores her selflessness, and is constantly urged to help her no matter what she asks for—and ah yes, what other reasons could there be besides that?

He opens his mouth to share this when she cuts him off before he could let a single word out—and she starts her words softly, shyly; and this, is fairly uncharacteristic of her because while she's often reasonably calmer and collected, shyness has never been a part of her. Ah, all the adjectives are gathering in Junmyeon's head; bold, open, initiative-taker, chill.

"You see, Junmyeon. I've been feeling somewhat different lately," she says, "And I'm not sure when it started, I can't tell if it had been a gradual progress or like a sudden crash—because before I realized it, I was already feeling this way."

The words Junmyeon meant for himself to say never comes out in the end. "Feeling what kind of way?" He asks instead, slightly concerned.

"Warm, and content? I've been feeling extra excited nowadays too—Like, adrenaline rushes? It's all that pops into my head whenever it happens."

"That sounds..." Junmyeon trails off, his hesitance showing, "Pleasant. Somewhat? Feeling warm, and content. Songwriters like that stuff."

The ghost girl shifts on her spot and sits over air, legs crossed; "It feels alright—but it's strange, because, it's alien. It feels alien; I've been used to feeling nothing for a while now and all of a sudden, my stomach's doing flips, my cheeks feel warm, I actually feel my heart beating—and I don't know if it's a good sign, because I know I used to know what these signals but right now; to have all these sensations right now, it..." just kind of scares me a little.

"Right now, it...?" Junmyeon raises an eyebrow, "does it feel scary and confusing?" Ghost girl doesn't know how he manages to strike the spot, but he somehow does—either he knows her well enough, or that is all just simply things living humans feel all the time; aka the things that spirits like her have long forgotten about.

"Hyung," a pitchy voice calls out from the distance, and while all ghost girl has to do is look ahead, Junmyeon is forced to turn around to see a frozen figure standing five feet away from them—a slim boy dressed in a very casual white tee and black pants, his warm coat hugged close to his frame; and both of them catches the sharp gaze hidden beneath the thick, dark-rimmed glasses. "What on earth are you doing at the airport this late at night and why the fuck do you keep on talking to yourself lately?"

There's so much exasperation in his voice. The concern and fear doesn't go unnoticed either and Junmyeon only blinks; "Jongdae?"

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It's close to the end of the month and we still have a few more chapters so go (we tried to work on time but it's all good) Things happened but we're enjoying our discussions and having fun writing the characters.

Do comment what you think of the story so far! c: