Once in a week, Younghyun went to his parents. Sadly, they passed away a long time ago, when the boy was only 8. Younghyun brought flowers to their gravestones. It was a small bouquet of Zinnias, Forget-Me-Nots and pink camellias, Younghyun's mother's favorites. They resembled her. Every time the boy saw them something in his heart ached. He smoked but when he visited their gravestones he always lightened the Winston cigarette, the one his father smoked.
Now boy's soul was as cold as these stones. No one needed him. No one tried to take care of him, even when they were responsible for him. Kids were violent either. Every little detail and event made his soul blacken. Now he isn't even able to recognize feelings.
Sometimes something in the boy's mind clicked and he wished the day he witnessed that his parents weren't alive never existed.
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"oh hi, Jae ."
Wonpil greeted him and sat on the couch while. Wonpil chatted with Jae and shared information about his friends for advice. Jae was a good psychologist.
Wonpil was very pure-hearted and lucky. But love life was a big issue for him. Every time he tried to make his dad proud, he failed. Mr. Kim had no faith in him but Wonpil didn't want to admit this.
Jae noticed that Wonpil only talks about others. Whenever topic that involves him comes up he tries to change it.
"Wonpil, other's life is interested but you have feeling too, right?"
He asked, lifting his eyebrow and forming a little smile. Something made Wonpil Shake. He wasn't ready to talk about his sentiments.
"Is there someone special for you?"
Wonpil gulped and looked in Jae's eyes. To be honest he wasn't thinking about it. Was there someone to make Wonpil's heart bounce? To make his eyes shine? To glue smile on his face for weeks or maybe months?
"I saw you near the flower shop... you was... talking to a guy! Was he working there?"
Jae's eyes were shining. Seemed like he was very exited about being Cupid.
"Yeah... he's cute."
Wonpil was pink. He looked at a little shop near there. The place he often visited. The place Younghyun often visited.
"What's his name?"
Jae sat next to him. He was sipping on iced americano. Tea always made him exited.
Wonpil looked at Jae and smiled, not only with face, but with heart. Admitting that you love someone was very pleasing for him. He had a issue with accepting himself.
"Dowoon."
"You have great taste."
They both smiled. Jae really enjoyed living with Wonpil but he never told him that. Instead, he never missed the opportunity to call him a snake or diss him to hide the love he carries for him.
Jae remembered what happened before. He felt something in him snap again. Suddenly he wanted to notify his friend about his own sentiments.
Yeet. Today's Stray Kids' 2nd anniversary!! They did so much in 2 years. They are really talented, I love them with my whole heart💞💗
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• 𝑪𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒔 • k.yh + p.jh •
Fanfiction-alexithymia/əˌlɛksɪˈθʌɪmɪə/ - the inability to recognize or describe one's own emotions. Younghyun just can't feel any emotions at all. His emotional numbness lasts too long for a point he can't really remember how emotions and passion taste. Even...
