Author's Note: Trigger warning
Long fingers traced his lips as he looked outside, it was almost Christmas season and he wondered what he'll do during the holiday break. The forlorn sky was the epitome of his heart which was empty for almost two years now. He could barely remember her face, seemed like his mind had trauma and forced itself to forget the memories concerning her. She was the first person to reach out for him, not that he didn't have any friends or what. Actually he had countless of peers, well just acquaintances downtown where he used to play skateboard every day. However, college life seemed to hinder his only hobby and could only visit them during weekends.
There again, he heaved long sigh when the song Don't Forget begun its instrumental. He pressed the next button as the second early bird in class came. It wasn't the blonde boy. "Why the hell am I waiting for him?" He murmured to himself, wondering why he kept on looking forward to this stupid early morning class.
Four minutes before seven and he still wasn't entering that goddamn door. Junhoe started worrying and knocking each of his fingers to release the tension, turning off his music and removing his headphones. His eyes were fixed on that vacant seat.
The seat where he usually reside, the seat that was glowing whenever he smiled as he could almost clearly remember his soft voice during recitation. Little did he know, he was badly missing that person. He invalidated those feelings and thought that it was nothing, he was just not used to see a hollow space. He even regretted not paying attention that first day of class that he missed hearing what his name was. Also, he tried to ask him his name that day but standing close made him speechless so he concluded that it was a bad idea at all. All he knew was his last name, Kim. It was how the lecturer addressed him.
Another class passed and he was still missing. The professor was anxious as well to his whereabouts. Even the long haired girl beside him didn't know the reason of his two consecutive absences. The uneasiness was growing inside him that he couldn't eat that much.
"Eomma, Junhoe is wasting his food again." His older sister yelled while finishing his chapchae, her eyes were glaring at him with disgust on her face. "One more tattoo and I will disown you as my brother."
He looked down and saw his meal already dry cold, his orbs then landed on his left arm that was tainted with a full sleeve tattoo. The art was delicately drawn to his skin, as if Picasso used him as a blank canvas. However, his right arm was empty with only a thin arrow tattooed on his wrist. His knuckles reached for her forehead and hit her lightly before standing up, leaving his food untouched.
"Aww! You fcking twat!" She whimpered and the next thing he heard was the gushing sound from their aquarium on his right. The glass shattered as the fishes begun jumping out on different direction. The book that his sister threw landed onto the floor as he slowly looked back. He grinned and lifted his forefinger signing that she'll be in great trouble.
"Ye-jin!" The screech of their mother echoed as he just sneaked out of their house to avoid the drama. He only brought a jacket, cigarette and a stainless lighter. Feet brought him to his favourite place, the roof deck of their condominium. It was located on 30th floor with sets of chairs and tables to chill and kill time. The condominium has more or less 600 units and he barely knew his neighbours even if they were living there for ten years.
Stars were looking back at him, his eyes mirroring the shine, glimmering together with the city lights. This was his official favorite spot, away from his sister and mother who were bickering this late of hour. He dragged another hit of cigarette, flame consumed most of it as it turned ash before he completely tossed it in the air. It was colder that he expected as he pulled his jacket tighter.
