after the pillow fight and the protests when sojung-unnie said that we'll have to wash up (you guys stink—just wash up already) and yewon's begs, (unnie, please! just this once!) we were all snug in the make-shift bed with warm blankets and pillows, talking aimlessly about stuff.
"hey..." i whispered in the dark, holding yewon's hand. "you're getting better, right?" i said as i started to form circles at the back of her hand.
yewon seemed to be startled as she tensed. "what do you mean, sinb?" she chuckled nervously. "i'm fine—"
"no, you're not." i snapped, yewon flinched, so i softened my voice the best i can. "we lived together for 6 years now, kim yewon. i know when you're fine and when you're not. so tell me the truth—is this about a certain dongsaeng of yours?"
sniffles were heard in the darkness, and i pulled yewon closer to me, carding my hands through her hair, whispering sweet nothings.
"it's okay, yewon-ie. if you're don't want to talk about it, then it's fine. i'm sorry—"
"don't you dare apologize." yewon slaps to where she could reach, "it's fine—there's no use hiding it anymore."
silence falls between us, and i resist the urge to ask who exactly is that guy.
a name pops into my head.
"this is about chan, isn't it?" i blurt out, startled when yewon coughed. for once, i wasn't worried about her throwing up flowers. "so it is chan?"
yewon laughed hollowly, "no."
i racked my brain, wondering who might be the guy, when a name popped into my head again.
i felt horrified.
"is it sanha?" i swallow the lump in my throat when yewon nodded.
oh god.
i have to talk to moonbin.
"future was unknowable,
like a passing sun-shower."
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Fanfiction"The future was unclear like passing a sun shower" I've been through a lot to be an idol. I've been under too many umbrellas to shield myself from the rain that pours on me. I didn't know anything. What would happen to us? What would've happened if...
