the man groaned and turned in his sleep when the room below him shook with the sounds of pots and pans being thrown here and there. he was used to it though. it was an everyday thing. mr.im would come home late, drunk and mrs.im has no choice but to put him to sleep. and the fights started each and every morning.
jaehyun was really grateful that he was atleast staying on the terrace, in his cozy little home, all by himself, the beautiful dawn waking him up everyday and the starry night skies enveloping him at the end, making him realize that he wasn't alone.
he loved the sky.
he loved it during dawn, the pink, orange and red mixed altogether.
but he loved it more at night.
he loved it more when it was darker than the depths of hell.
because before he slept, he would always find a star, high up above in the sky, lighting the whole universe visible to him up.
and on every one of those nights, he would just sit outside, wishing that the star was his.
for once in his life he wanted someone like that star.
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