you make my day | soonhoon ✓

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YMMD // 03
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the more days pass by, the rarer soonyoung gets to see his friend. his days aren't complete without jihoon. but it's not like it's a huge deal though. they're in different classes. although jihoon is taking up an academic course like him, their schedules just don't match at all. the only time they get to see each other is when they randomly meet down the hallway. and most of the time when it happens, soonyoung would feel really annoyed to see seungcheol.

why hate on seungcheol that much? well, he's probably the one who told his little pawns that soonyoung likes people of his own gender. the poor boy had to walk into class only to find a sex toy on his chair with the word "faggot" written all over his desk while everyone else laughs at him. he even had a student crack an egg all over his hair.

he had to storm out of the room, crying, not giving a fuck if the professor marks him as absent. he just needs some time away from all the judgmental laughter. kwon soonyoung, leader of the dance club, is gay? disgusting, people say. gossips cover the hallways as if it's something worthy to talk about. as if it's a big deal.

"j-jihoon?" soonyoung stutters, wanting to hear his friend's voice on the other line.

"yes, baby? you okay?"

"y-yeah," soonyoung tries to make it sound convincing "where are you?"

"i'm with cheol, why?" jihoon chuckles "wish you were here to have a laugh with us. seungcheol's friend, mingyu just told us something, like a prank about cracking eggs on someone. god, it's hilarious!"

"oh," the poor boy replies, wiping his tears off. jihoon doesn't know that he's that student seungcheol's friend picked on. either way, he's glad that jihoon is having fun "have...have a great time then. i-i was just checking on you."

he could hear a bunch of people laughing on the other line. "what was that?" jihoon cracks up "i'm sorry, i didn't hear!"

"it's n-nothing, i'm hanging up. have fun, ji."

"oka-"

soonyoung sighs and wipes all the tears away. here he is again, at the rooftop, staring blankly at the sky. the morning sky which bothers him a lot, for there are not much stars to look at. why is jihoon so oblivious? should he continue to lie to himself about the fact that the boy will someday be his? should he wait patiently, even if it takes a whole divine intervention? should he continue carrying the weight of not being accepted by society?

he blinks in disbelief for a few times upon seeing a passing star. and sighs eventually. soonyoung is always so good at making a fool of himself. mistaking a passing plane for a comet, ripping his fantasies to paint purpose on the empty sky.

the boy takes his pencil to sketch, once again. he wants to draw the sky and all its sun and stars. and he does so, with so much emotion. he sits there for minutes, just letting friction between the paper and pencil do its thing. until he finishes up, and stares at the drawing in disbelief.

soonyoung, you're a fool, he tells himself.

a sketch of a face is all that's on the paper. it's jihoon.

soonyoung throws his pencil on the ground and curls up in frustration, letting tears fall down his cheeks. of all the people he could fall in love with, why does it have to be the one he could never have? why does it have to be someone that could wreck his life in the best way possible?

"why did i fall for you?!" he shouts at the drawing "i just got picked on by your dream boy's minions, aren't you gonna say anything to me!? do you even care, jihoon!?"

it has been so long, and in retrospect, everything just looks so complicated. he is the astronaut on the moon only watching from afar as jihoon's steadily spinning world revolves around another boy. and for every day, even if soonyoung doesn't see jihoon at all, underneath all of the cloud covers,

he will still be the sun. he will still be there

whether soonyoung likes it or not.