𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑↺。

𝓭𝓸𝓾𝔃𝓮

11 | PINK SKIES

“so are you coming with me to the game?”

jeongin had asked while eating his burger, looking at dyllie who was scrolling through his phone while sipping on his soft drink.

“uhh yeah sure,”

dyllie shrugged and sighed, well not like he didn't enjoy watching their team play against the others, he just didn't like how cold and silent cloud was whenever he arrives.

“you don't have to be sad! i'm here!”

“i know innie i know, shouldn't you be making a banner for your suitor?”

dyllie wiggled his eyebrows as jeongin blushed madly. if anything hyunjin and jeongin could be your sweet, cute soft couple but since jeongin had issues with his parents, he decided to avoid hyunjin trying to steal his heart.

“i-i-i..no..n-no...dyllie! we're not a thing!”

“hmhm”

whatever it was, despite dyllie trying to laugh or smile, everytime he sees cloud all of that fades way because of the energy the younger brings, all he has is a frown and hooded eyes that ruins dyllie's mood.

“i completely fail to see the logic in that, i'm sorry but i'm not agreeing on that kind of plan.”

dyllie replied for the fourth time this day, not really paying attention as soon as he heard hyunjin ask him if he was going to the party after the game, he already declined, jeongin hadn't said anything but his eyes begged dyllie to go.

“oh come on dude! cloud won't pick a fight or something i promise you need to unwind dyllie, you've been stressed lately.”

“i appreciate the effort but that's the point i just wanna go home and sleep, please.”

“oh well, alright then have a good night, i'm taking jeongin with me.”

“make sure he comes home safe hyunjin.”

“yeah i will, i'll drive him home don't worry.”

while dyllie sat alone in the bleachers, uninterested with talking to the other students despite being the student council president, he really felt like throwing up so he stuffed newly cooked, salty popcorn in his mouth, munching as he looked around.

he remembered asking earlier why they had planned a party when they're uncertain if they're gonna win to only have chan answering mockingly.

“um hello? this is st. parks college? dude! it's a shame if we don't win and it's in the school's blood to be victorious.”

well he's not wrong, dyllie thought as he looked around thanking the gods that cloud was out of sight. by now the skies were colored a pretty soft blue with the clouds scattered across the wide blue skies, with hues of gold and orange.

moments like this, he would spend it watching cloud kick some stupid ball into the net or the both of them having a food fight, specifically just them smearing ice cream all over each other and wheeze.

dyllie smirked at this and sighed sadly, eating more popcorn. missing whatever events he wanted to happen again in the past. ever since that scenario in the ball, they haven't talked, dyllie was the first to ruin the friendship, cloud couldn't take it anymore and he was never patient, not like he ever will be.

then on, it seemed like dyllie was the one who's regretting and is the loser now, cloud is ahead of him. the younger barely throws him a glance, curtly talks to him, and just treats dyllie like a person he doesn't wanna interact with.

months had passed and cloud had tried attempts to fix the broken glass with dyllie but since mr. oh so sc pressy is so busy he barely impressed the older male as he spoiled him with good morning notes with his favorite breakfast meals since dyllie barely eat before going to school.

he usually buys him jollibee, mcdonalds or pancake house, yet dyllie remains unbothered. or if that doesn't work out, he gives him cute gifts like pens, notebooks or stuff from miniso, he hasn't reached that full potential where he's YES LET ME SPEND ALL PAPC'S DOUGH ON YOU BABY BOY but hyunjin, can tell he's close to buying him a whole ass golden statue of dyllie.

he laid tiredly on the cold floor of the practice room, he wanted to take his sweatpants off, god was he worn out. suddenly hyunjin entered the room, throwing a bottle of water.

“fuck you bitch.”

“hey we're going home soon also someone wanted to have a person accompany him to the newly opened bakery. are you a. tired or b. up for it?”

“a, bitch.”

“oh well let me rephrase that then, dyllie wants someone to come with him─”

suddenly the younger bolted up from the floor and dashed to the room, wearing his huge sweater and slinging the bag over his shoulder.

“LET'S GET THIS BREAD!”