Ocean Eyes

7

Soobin laid on his king-sized bed, which was obviously too big for just one person. It was 9 in the morning, the sun rose kissing his pouty lips and puffy cheeks through the slightly opened curtains, giving some warmth but also force that made Soobin had to open his eyes slowly.

Sunday finally arrived and Soobin could barely remember what happened last night. The students were discharged temporarily from their voluntary activity in the evacuation field since Friday. Rather than taking a break, the feeling was much likely being freed from prison.

A great nightlife party was thrown at Jungkook's house, that man invited more than 80 students from different majors and departments in the university. So to say, it was a wild night. A party at Jungkook's was never disappointing, either it was dense, luxuriant, remarkable or amusing. Most of the time was always the mixture of all of them.

The result to that was Soobin's fragile body laying on the bed, as a living example, unsteady and powerless. Just to point out that the party was meaningless, nothing quite referring to their freedom. Jungkook just had so much money that he could randomly invite 100 people and ask them to set his house on fire. Then he would purchase a new one.

Before Soobin determined himself to get up and start living healthful for a day, he remembered what his mother did to his left wrist right when Soobin arrived home on Friday. His mother was alarmed to death seeing her youngest son changed a lot after a week far away from home, not just physically, but slightly from his behaviour too.

Soobin started to smile.

"I'm not recovering." The words sounded negative, but Soobin had never been that happy knowing that he was injured. "I'm sorry I'm not recovering." He spoke to himself under his breath, covered by the pillow since he laid down on his stomach.

There was a figure appearing inside his head, a rather thin and pale figure, a boy and yellow. A smile covered the guy's face, something was warming his chest when he thought of Huening Kai. Funny how he used to hate Huening Kai and his existence so much, but time flew unbelievable quickly until he reached the point where missing Huening Kai was something he required to be able to enjoy a day.

"Good morning asshole!"

 Soobin's room was suddenly broken in by two guys, interrupting Soobin's beautiful morning dream. Worse, those were Hwang Hyunjin and Choi Beomgyu. Soobin literally groaned and hid himself under the blanket, rejecting the uninvited guests.

"Get up! It's sunny outside." Beomgyu nearly ripped the curtains as he opened the fabric hanging behind bedroom's windows.

"Gosh, get out! You guys are so fucking annoying."

"Your mom said we can stay." Hyunjin leaned next to Soobin, immediately pulling out his smartphone and acting like Soobin's room is his. "Sober already?"

"Hell no. My head spins and I'm a mess."

"I heard you cried during the childbirth process?" Beomgyu might start a huge fire inside the room between him and Soobin. "What the hell did happen to you?"

"I can't cry because someone was giving birth in front of me?" Soobin replied.

"Of couse you can, just... it's not very your thing." Beomgyu jumped and sank himself into a navy-blue sofa across the room.

Knowing his friends wouldn't leave anytime soon, Soobin was finally determined to get up, at least sit properly like a living person. "Why are you guys here?" He rubbed his right eye gently.

"Your mom said you are injured. Where?" Hyunjin asked.

Instead of answering with actual words, Soobin raised his left arm, letting the two friends observe the difference somewhere around his hand. Hyunjin, who literally sat next to Soobin found the bandage-covered area.