exo imagines {closed}

Airport Tears {Lay} for @CindyTan0820

Airport Tears

"Hey sweetheart. I know you'll be pretty sad, or angry, or disappointed about this piece of news, mainly because it's so last minute even I didn't see it coming yesterday, or the day before. Well, this is it. My family finally broke to me that they will be migrating to America less than twenty minutes ago. Worst of all, they want me to come along with them. I did try to protest but they don't know I have you to be worried about, remember? It just appears as if their son is afraid he won't be able to find any friends in the new neighbourhood, especially so if his English isn't anywhere near fluent. They just shot me a glare and promised me I'll be able to adapt. They told me to go pack, so here I am, in my room, with my suitcase open. Texting you instead of packing. Well, we will be at—"

You read Yixing's message silently, every word making your heart feel like it was being ripped into pieces and being fed to the stray dogs prowling the country. Why leave now, when the both of you were so happy together, leaning and depending on each other for much needed support? You were fully aware that his parents did not approve of him being in a relationship at this time but he was nineteen. He should deserve some freedom to rule his own love life, shouldn't he?

"I'm sorry, my mother came in with some travel adaptors she thought I might need and I had to hide my phone in fear she would find out I had been texting you. As I was saying, we will be at Incheon Airport at around 6 at Bennigans, you know, the place they serve the really good steak? Yeah, so please come there, I'll work something out, maybe excuse myself saying I need a trip to the washroom to come and talk to you. I'm really sorry, Bomi-ah. I hope to see you later. I love you."

You had to go. Even if it was in the middle of a hectic school week and you had a test tomorrow, this was really important. To stretch things to the extreme, this could very well be the last time you could wrap your arms around Yixing, breathe in his scent — he smelled very strongly of lavender and sometimes, cinnamon — or tell him in person that you loved him so, so much. Throwing a portable charger, a packet of mints and some extra cash into your backpack, you quickly scanned your room for any other things you might need. Nothing at all...however, something caught your attention. It was a framed up picture of you and Yixing, his arm casually around your shoulders, your long hair flying in the wind.

You grabbed that without hesitation. It would be nice to have something to give him to remember you by, right? You could manage without that picture, you already had so many pictures with him, on your phone, computer and most of all, you would never forget those memories, even if Yixing did. Love is just like that, after it dies off or ceases to exist, its legacy remains, like a blow to your stomach with permanent damage. You will never forget easily no matter how much of a mind eraser age may be.

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6.01 p.m

You paced outside Bennigans, constantly checking his watch. 60 seconds off. Whatever could have happened during those 60 seconds? 10 could be wasted explaining why he needed to leave halfway through his perfectly delicious meal. The remaining 50 seconds...could his parents have forbidden him from leaving the restaurant if they had felt something was up?

Fortunately, you worried no longer. Yixing was soon calling your name, stumbling to your side. Unfortunately, as your mind finally registered that he was actually here, ready to leave South Korea for America and as your eyes took in the sight of his warm coat, long jeans and track shoes, comfortable enough for the long flight ahead,  you realised that this was reality. He was actually going to leave. At this moment, no one could stop him. Not even himself.