"Hyung. Hyung what are you doing? HYUNG STOP."
"Bye guys. I'll be in dark so now you can shine brighter."
"Hyung NO."
"See you."
And with those words and a soft smile, Woojin turned around and disappeared into the wild overgrowth of bushes and the mist which hung low over them, swallowed up by the inky blue sky and the reflection of a round moon on the water. Behind him he left eight boys; eight pairs of eyes gazing after him longingly, separated by a fence and the words they couldn't form, tidings hanging off the tip of their tongues, tears being their only language. The red and yellow lights behind them shone onto the empty patch which their Hyung had stood on not only a minute ago, leaving them alone to the comforts of a cold winter night and a rooftop filled with memories of warmth and each other, a striped orange sofa standing in the middle of the cluttered rooftop to remind them of both their beginning and their end.
Based off I Am You MV
YOU ARE READING
Thank You Woojin
Короткий рассказIn missing Woojin I've ended up writing a load of one shots