all my heart || skz

007

I walked away.

In that moment and time, that was all I could think to do. 

I needed to get away. 

Runaway. 

Because I couldn't bring my legs to move any faster. 

I was too weak. 

And I hated it. 

"Crap."

I stop in my tracks as a hurricane of papers block my path. "I am so sorry." I watch a man hastily begin to pick them up, his black hair covering his face.

I watched one of the papers blow into the busy street, the light breeze raising it off the ground. I look back down at the scrambling man and then to all the people who ignore the chaos, stepping on the mess. 

"It's fine." I say, finally, and bend down to help him collect his things. 

"I didn't mean to throw them, I just tripped and-"

"I said it was fine." I interrupt his rambling. He pauses and looks up at me, revealing his kind eyes.

I hand him the rest of the papers, to which I receive an embarrassed smile in return. "Thanks." 

I nod and watch him organize the stack. "What are they?" 

His eyes snapped up to look at me, he was clearly surprised I was still talking to him. "They are flyers."

I raise my eyebrows. "Really? For what?"

He handed one to me, it's corner slightly folded in. "I am going to be performing at a cafe tomorrow and I'm going around handing out and posting these flyers." I examine the words on the paper. 

"Yang Jeongin. Is that your name?" I look up to see him nod. "I have to ask, are you any good?"

He seemed taken back by my question and it took him a couple seconds to come up with a response. "I mean, I think so."

I nodded my head. "Well then, I guess I have no choice but to go now, huh?"

"Why's that?" He tilted his head to the side, like a confused puppy would. 

I smile at him. "I wouldn't want to miss out on the performance of the century, now would I?" I wink at him and begin walking away. 

"Wait!" I stop and listen to his footsteps as he catches up with me. "What's your name?" 

I hold out my hand. "Y/N." 

He takes my hand with a strong hold and shakes it. "It's nice to meet you." He ran a hand through his hair, moving it out of his face. 

"Nice to meet you, too." I step around him. "See you around, Jeongin." I continued on my way to nowhere, Seungmin's light breaths fading into the sound of the busy city. 

I slow in front of a store and stare at the large set of TV's in its window. The news was on and it was talking about a local house that was going to be put up for auction. 

Jisung's house.

Felix's house. 

Someone had it redone. "With new floors and new walls, the house is almost unrecognizable." Said the lady on the TV. 

Almost.

It was weird to think about. That someone else was going to be living there. 

This was long overdue, but now that it's actually happening, it doesn't feel right. 

I began walking again, quicker this time, and make a sharp turn at the corner of the street. At this point in the city, the sidewalks begin to become less crowded and the smell of pizza and the yelps of dogs fade away. 

I didn't find it as comforting as I should have. 

As a small, two story house comes into view, I pause. I stare at it for a while, wondering if I made the right choice. This wasn't just a step past the line of personal boundaries, I was inserting myself into his life. A life that I am almost 100 percent sure he wanted me no part of. 

"Wow. It sure has been a while, hasn't it, Y/N?" 

A jolt of electricity rakes through my body. 

"I can hardly remember the last time I was here. Well, with you, I mean." 

I could. I remembered every little bit of it. 

I can feel him, his every step and breath shaking my whole existence. Until I feel him beside me and the feeling is almost unbearable. 

"It's amazing. Who knew such a small, tranquil place could be the spawn of something horrible?"

I finally gain the courage to look at him. A smile rests on his face, but there is no trace of happiness, but no anger either. Just an empty smile. "What do you mean?"

He turns to looks at me, his burgundy eyes seeming to make the world so much brighter. "You know, I can recall the day we met from memory. I can remember the weather, the time, what you wearing, how your hair looked..."

"I never thought I could ever see something so clearly without it being right in front of me." A light chuckle escapes his thin lips. "I recall thinking how strange you were. How strange and insignificant you were. But everything about you intrigued me. Maybe that's why I gave you my sweatshirt that day. Or maybe it was because of the simple fact that it was raining."

"Jisung, I-"

"Shush." He puts a hand up and returns his gaze to the house. "When I brought you here, I don't even know what I was thinking. I must have been going crazy because I hardly knew you, but something told me that I had to. And when you found that picture and you told me you knew Felix, it felt like my whole word came crashing down around me. My whole world was destroyed because of an insignificant girl."

"You won't believe the things I did to try and forget about you." He looked at me from over his shoulder. "I have never seen so many girls in such a short period of time. But when they touched me, running their hands through my hair; I thought of you. I thought of your curious eyes and your lips when you smiled."

I close my eyes. 

"Stop."

My voice got lost in the breeze.

"I thought back to the day you stopped me in the middle of the street and apologized for being a bitch and then somehow managed to make it my fault. And, the worst part is, I didn't blame you for it. But I should have. I should now. I confessed my feelings to you and you did absolutely nothing. Well, not nothing."

"I said stop."

"I got a kiss. God, I wish I could stop thinking about that kiss. That's the only reason I keep coming back. I just can't get it out of my head; the way you held me so tightly and the way your lips felt."

"Jisung. Stop." 

I know he heard me. There's no way he couldn't have. 

He turned to fully face me. "It was so surreal." He took a step towards me and I could feel the balance of my life tipping, unevenly. 

His hand comes to my waist. 

I can feel the tightrope breaking. 

He tucks a stray hair behind my ear. 

I can feel myself toppling. 

He leans in close, his rough lips pressing against mine. 

I try to regain my balance. 

I am pulled in by the desire melting off of him. 

I'm too late. 

I kiss back. 

I'm already falling.