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𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚟𝚎 : 𝚒 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠

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life.

where there were ups and downs, high and fall. a thing that is full of colours, unexpected events, ridiculous fates and destiny. perhaps there were times we were happy, life full of joy, a sweet euphoria everyone wished to have. a little piece of glistening radiance inside living, and it would be enough.

but what's actually life where there's no downfall, a moment when one in the state of giving up. it's just the part of yin and yang, when both balance the feelings inside one human body. it could be enough when it was balanced.

but was what wonwoo's feeling right now's a balance? he never tasted the happiness for years, only grief and sorrow creaking up, swallowing him whole. it should be unfair, for the amount of heavy weights he's taking all alone, it should be. but why when the source of his happiness came again, kneeling in front just to be forgiven, why did he put up a hard wall? why does he let his emotions take over him?

wonwoo doesn't know.

he tried steadying his raging breath, the anger he felt in his chest hasn't faded away though he was now sitting alone inside his room again. with shaky hands he dialed the first person that came inside his mind. seungcheol.

he must have an explanation for this confusion. soonyoung can't pop out just like that like some party popper. no, he should be in jail, his teammates have caught him, threw him there as well as soonyoung's father, and everyone who was involved inside the crime.

and the only person who can explain this, well, is the person he's dialing.

at the first ring, seungcheol picks up in an instant. wonwoo stands up straight once he hears a hum from another line.

"wonwoo ? why are you calling me at this hour?"

the latter breathed out, swallowing the big lump in his throat. he can feel his heartbeat picking up the pace again. "seungcheol."

"yes?"

wonwoo bit his lip.

"soonyoung's here."

the line was silence for a second, and wonwoo guessed seungcheol must have been shocked too, so he continues. "he's fucking here, and i don't know what to do. he's here, and i'm all alone. fuck, i- i can't. i don't know how and why- it's just w-way too impossible for him to come back. i don't get it, hyung. what's happening?"

the line was silent again , and wonwoo looked at the screen and seungcheol was still there. he raised his eyebrow for a second, before asking. " hyung-"

" i know. "

wonwoo sucked in a breath. he blinked his eyes many times, making sure he heard something right.

" what the hell?"

seungcheol on the other line sighed. "i know he's there, wonwoo." his words were barely audible , and wonwoo could sense the exhaustion lied in his voice.

wonwoo furrowed his eyebrows, feeling the blood running out from his body.

"he wanted to see you. he missed you so much, wonwoo. even though i hate the ideas of you seeing him again after all the damage he has done, clearly he proves me wrong." seungcheol sighed again before continuing. "wonwoo."

the younger only blinked, there's too many things to process, and he felt like his brain was about to give out any seconds now. but he still hummed, listening to seungcheol's explanation.

"can you give him the second chance?"

wonwoo freeze.

his mind was getting hazier as second pass, feeling like he can pass out at any moment. but he tried calming himself down, gripping the bed sheet tighter.

"h-how... how did he come back ?" he avoided the question, letting out heavy exhale. the air around him felt stuffy, and wonwoo wants just to run away. away from here.

seungcheol on the other line pursed his lips. he was currently inside his own office, checking all the bundling files full of cases. he was busy, with the deadline of his reports and this one case he have been handling since last year. seungcheol is indeed tired, but he still hides it and mustered a fake smile.

his eyes travelled to the window, where honey sun hues glimmering inside his office, before he laid his eyes on his desktop wrote 'lee jihoon'. he smiled a little, before answering.

"was it october? or november? i don't remember." seungcheol chuckled, as he continues...