MENTAL//WONHAN

1: saturday

in the middle of the month of august, gives the very cold, lonely vibe, yet a pleasing scenery to be by your side. the soft, paper-like, rose pink petals rained on the lonely streets of seoul. having a journey, and exploring the area as where the wind takes them. on the clean streets of seoul, a number of people from one to twenty explore the street while capturing the beautiful, mind-relaxing, and soul-calming scenery of the soft, elegant, glowing famous cherry blossom trees.

people come as a pair, squad, family, or just by themselves to enjoy the weather. but for a certain person, this weather seemed too cold for him. it stings his skin, the cause of his runny nose, and the curling of his toes every now and then. the winter weather is being passive this season, but some people are out there who are willing to help this arrogant weather.

the soft cherry blossoms made their way in his apartment, through a tiny passage which was the open window. some were only able to reach his rug, workplace, or bed. a few were lucky enough to tickle his toes, annoying him. some were able to pass by his face, and some are just simply caught up in his blanket, or his tightening grasp out of irritant.

"where's that imma."

jeon wonwoo said with his croaky voice while gritting his teeth from the coldness.

his dongsaeng, seokmin, was supposed to bring him soup about thirty minutes ago. now poor wonwoo is too sick to get out of his bed, or even move his legs.

his favourite book, the love of his life, his one and only is just sitting on the coffee table located on the lower left of his bed frame. the void atmosphere is killing him, its too quite, its too sharp. he felt needles poking him on different seconds. if you would die and pick up just where you left off, this would be his thirtieth time.

minutes of ranting and cursing under one's breath, the knocks came from the door along with two muffled voices, arguing. wonwoo just threw his head back from tiredness while coughing, which causes his head to ache.

"SEE? HYUNG IS COUGHING! I TOLD YOU THAT WE SHOULD'VE STOPPED BY THE PHARMACY!"

the blond head said.

"aigoo seungkwanie...dont even hide it from me, i know you just wanted to see that american boy." he paused and smiled while look at wonwoo. "wonwoo hyung, here's your soup. don't worry, i'll heat it up."

seokmin informed his hyung and went into the kitchen to get a bowl, leaving seunggwan to sit on the chair in front of wonwoo.

"american boy?" wonwoo interrogated. he thought about his other friend who lived in L.A for eighteen years.

"yeah-"

"is his name joshua by any chance?"

seungkwan thought about it for a couple of minutes, and remembered that he doesn't; or they barely know a thing or two about each other.

"um, no. we just happened to bump unto each other the other day at the supermarket while shopping for banana milk, hoshi hyung asked me to." seungkwan explained briefly to him. cliché, but yeah. at least that's how most successful relationship goes. "oh, i see-"

"hyung, how do you know joshua?" the man in a maroon sweater, seungkwan, cut him off, it was now his turn to interrogate.

"my niece has a crush on his nephew, but he's more attractive as she claims." wonwoo told his dongsaeng.

after then, the black haired boy came back with a bowl filled with hot steaming soup sitting on a tray. balancing force with every step, who wants to clean soup now a days.

"sit up hyung, drink the soup while it's still hot."

the sick boy wearing a purple sweater sat up as seokmin placed down a breakfast-at-bed table on his lap. out of the cold weather, wonwoo rubbed his hands together enough to feel warm, coughing a few times.

seungkwan got up and walked towards wonwoo's window which was found to be open, 'aigoo this man...' he disappointedly sighed as he fixed the curtains before closing the windows. 'not even bothering to close his windows, no wonder why-' 

seungkwan's thoughts were interrupted as he saw a very familiar figure amongst the many people walking as well. wow, just bumped earlier at the market, and he knows what his posture would be. seungkwan locked eyes on his 'heywebumpeduntoeachothertheotherdayandiloveyoupleasebemine' boy. 

maroon sweater boy had to excuse himself, he faced the siblings lost in their conversation. "I GOTTA-"

"WE KNOW!" seokmin and wonwoo shouted in sync.

"BUY FROM HIS-"

"WE GET IT!" this time, they let out a chuckle

seungkwan wasted no time to laugh about it, he slammed the door and rushed outside.

-

"a new look seokmin ah?" wonwoo questioned. he gently blew the soup in front of him, and carefully drank it; giving out a slight hum of satisfaction.

"ne (yes). and hyung, if you think that this is the whole reason on why i'm late, i'd blame it on seungkwan." his younger brother defended his side. "i can tell."

"it's good that he's living his life-" he continued in a dead tone. "hyung, you're not dying...holy cow." seokmin interfered. "kid, i'll be old soon. and no one will teach you life lessons, just as great as i do." he proclaimed in a fruity way.

seokmin could only be able to chuckle at his is brother's child-like attitude.

- -

it has really been a relaxing week, it was full of aesthetics and great photographies taken by strangers. the passive, cold, wind was yet to meet with them again. silencing the comfortable silence. comfortable silence where you exclude the sipping of the soup, and breathing patterns.

"hyung, when do you think that you can start working again? the second week of school is about to start and-" seokmin go cut off by wonwoo. in wonwoo's croaky voice, he hoped that seokmin would have a little bit of faith left in him, wonwoo said that he'd go to work later in the week to check the feedbacks the company's CEO left for him.

"you're gonna be okay hyung, they'll love it." seokmin reassured his older brother, flashing off one of his eye smile looks.

"don't hit on your hyung , dongsaeng."

- -

the shining moon took place of the sun, night took over seoul. wonwoo's apartment is as quite and lonely as ever, but that was because seokmin took him out. you can find the two of them walking on the park eating cold noodles.

"hyung, do you ever think or plan in finding that someone who you love, and who loves you?" seokmin asked out of the blue, he was curious about what goes on in wonwoo's mind. he often sees him in front of a canvas, book, or computer. and just can help to wonder if it's all for his love, if he paints, reads, or chat for his love.

"i-"

"i dont understand you, hyung."

- -

tag yourself as a character in this chapter? i'll be wonwoo's niece.