Purple//KrisHo [UAU III]

XIX / Departure Day, Part 3

WARNINGS: Drug mentions; strong language

-Day 63; Monday, July 31st, 2017-

Kris Wu's flight was an early one. Six am, to be exact, despite being only an hour long flight.

He found that he always took long at airports- something always held him back, whether it was the check-in machines breaking or having security check all his baggage (that one was his fault though; perhaps the 'Weed The North' snapback wasn't the best thing to wear).

Thus, he found three am to be an appropriate time to wake up at. It'd leave him plenty of time to get ready and make his way through.

However, even after his alarm went off and he quickly silenced it, Kris still found himself sitting up in bed, unable to move.

He had had so much time, so many opportunities, so many chances, yet he never did it.

He never told Kim Junmyeon.

And here he was, wide awake at three in the morning with three hours to go until his flight was scheduled to leave, with something he couldn't allot time for.

There were many things Kris Wu did not want to do. And waking Kim Junmyeon was one of them.

Running a hand through his hair, he figured if he went about his routine, readying himself, perhaps Junmyeon would stir and he could break the news easily to him. He had it all planned out anyways, having run the situation through in his head a million times with every possible outcome.

Even with making as much noise as he could (even going so far as to purposely slam the hairbrush loudly against the hardwood floor), Junmyeon only rolled over, taking half the blanket with him.

Having already wasted a half hour, again Kris found himself deciding what to do. He could wake him- Myeon wouldn't mind. It was honestly the best way for Kris to climb out of the bottomless pit he had dug himself into.

But Kris Wu was still half-asleep, too delirious and stupid for common sense, and too stubborn to wake Junmyeon.

Instead he ran headfirst into an option that would leave the least blood on his hands.

Rifling through some drawers, Kris quickly scribbled on a notepad, licking his finger as he peeled the note off the pad and stuck it on the bedside table where he knew Junmyeon would see it. He also gently placed the small gift he had gotten Junmyeon a few days ago with it.

He turned his phone notifications off, knowing it was a dick move and that Junmyeon would hate him for it. He knew it was something he could've gone about in a much better way, saving both of them the heartbreak. He knew it was something Kim Junmyeon didn't deserve.

With a heart as heavy as his footsteps, feeling nothing but pure and utter hatred for himself and regret and sympathy for Junmyeon, he walked across the apartment floors and closed its door for what would be the last time.

As Kris dropped his key off at the front desk, handing it off Kim Hyunjin, he couldn't help but remember his first day at the complex, getting keys with Junmyeon from a pink-haired Bae Joohyun.

The drive with the silenced radio reminded him of every time he had ever sat in the car with Junmyeon, loudly singing songs and playing with the radio and even fucking for the first time in the apartment parking lot.

Kris had always liked cars and driving, playing in small battery powered cars as a kid and standing up through the sunroof in high school because he had seen Hayley Williams do it in a Paramore music video (it was actually a convertible, but same diff, really).