MENTAL//WONHAN

2: our dawn is|

"i dont understand you hyung."

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wonwoo put down his cup of cold noodles, resting his chopsticks on the rim of the large paper cup. they have now found a place to comfortably settle down, resting their legs from walking.

nothing but city lights from afar and a lamp post that provides a  bulb of warm light; enough to light up its surroundings. as he heaved out a sigh, he looked at his dongsaeng and said. "nothing but perfection is in my mind lately saeng,"

'perfection. that's what you're always looking and aiming for, why can't you appreciate something simple? like family? ...like...me?' seokmin tiredly thought. this wasn't new to him, isn't the first and won't be the last.

"seokmin ah..." he breathed, "later on, i hope you won't be longing for perfection like me." wonwoo finished. he noticed seokmin's silence, so he just smiled to himself and gazed at the stars.

little did he know, seokmin laid there, beside him, on the newly trimmed grass, smiling under the same midnight sky and shining stars with his hyung, and his right hand just an inch away from wonwoo's left hand. oh, how much this was a perfection for jeon seokmin; but unlike others, he is very well aware of his limits.

//Sunday, 05:03

WONWOO

i went in our local supermarket; looking around, deciding on what to buy. "아주 Nice" is being played on a fair volume in the speakers, i just nodded my head to the beat while deciding between black bean noodles or the chicken flavoured ones. someone beside me dropped their milk, i bent down to pick it up, only to find my hand on top of theirs. the hand was small compared to mine. so i assumed that he/she is s female.

she slowly slid her hands away from mine with hesitation, allowing me to pick up the milk box and handed it to her myself. as i returned the box of milk to her, i felt a strong familiar vibe between us. her hair, her eyes, her choice of food, her clothing style. shes like one of my childhood classmate.

"o-oppa?" she stutters. her voice voice was hesitant, more like it was intended for her to drop her milk cartoon, just so she can clarify my identity.

"oh, y/n?" i knew it was her.

"oppa!" she said with voice full of glee. y/n was a happy-go-lucky person, you dont know what life is when you havent met her. came from a rough day? life did bullshit to you? well y/n is the one to go.

"a-annyeong."

"oppa, what are you doing here at five in the morning? we all know youd still be asleep till eleven."

"let's just say i have an important presentation tomorrow." i said as i opened the fridge containing with beverages. y/n was just observing my movements, often following. i just smiled it off.

we continued to accompany and talk with each other the whole morning, until her phone rang.

"oof, i gotta take this call oppa. mian, its b/n (bias' name) oppa."

i nodded and gave her an assuring smile as i rubbed my hand together for warmth, and faced me food

"oppa, i hope to meet with you again. it has been a while, jalga."

"ah, maja. take care of yourself okay?"

"arraseo." she said, and left the shop followed by the sound of a small bell saying someone left or went in.

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as i brought up my black noodles to the counter, someone shot through the door! mine and the cashier's attention were brought to whoever the that person was who had just burst through th door.