Garden|Yeonbin

Ventiquattro

In some points of his life isolated by the village, he seemed to take a peek of the outside world. The nature associated with it was obviously gentle to him, letting his precious flowers live.

The civilians living in there either eye him with hidden scorn or mind their own business and move on. That's all what landed on him, and he quite did not mind it.

What matters is that they don't know too much about him.

Soobin knew that Yeonjun had a stall in front of his house, so he knew where to go. He followed the peasant for some time, so he unintentionally memorized the route he trailed.

When he followed the young man, his eyes were fixed on his dashing figure. He grew familiar in his eyes after nights of stealing and escaping. If Soobin kept sleeping, he wouldn't have any clue about the stranger that seriously needed his help.

Seeing with the holes of the mask, he embraced the basket before his legs joined the fast movement of the wind hitting his dense body. His feet created thumping noises this time, followed by his hold getting tighter and tighter.

The grass felt numb to him as he protected the extraordinary flowers he made by himself. He was headed for the village, remembering the route he should follow.

He couldn't help but look for Yeonjun; he couldn't stop running until he got to the peasant himself.

The unstoppable twinkling in his once cold pupils signified a truly overwhelming sensation. It fueled his determination, running through his veins.

"What are you doing now?"

Soobin mumbled under his breath as he kept running, finally entering inside the peaceful village. His apprehension couldn't help but lose control. He noticed that even when Yeonjun looked like he was sickly, he still insisted to move and help himself.

He definitely noticed those luminous eyes. He noticed his weak body.

Yeonjun was the reason why he had another role.

"Please be all right."

No matter how much he waited, Yeonjun still didn't help himself.

So he stopped waiting and pursued the stranger.

Yeonjun was the reason why he was alive.

The stranger was the only thought left inside his head.

It's like in every step, there was an extra hand choking him.

But he still ran.

He ran until he saw who he needed to see.

He ran and ran until he can give Yeonjun what he needed.

Soobin can imagine the delighted expression the latter will give him if he wasn't so scared.

But maybe he's at stake. Maybe he's in trouble.

When he got near the peasant's house, he felt his heart rapidly beating. It was too audible, spreading through his ears.

Soobin felt his stomach churning, realizing he was getting closer to confronting him. He was getting closer to communicating with him, so he was obviously scared.

He couldn't believe it was too real.

But he needed to fulfill his role in life.

He cared.

Harshly, Soobin grabbed the door handle and opened the gateway to the small house with a brief but sharp creak that was followed by a loud bang. He panted as he still held on the weary basket.

He was greeted by the soulless furniture that were accompanied by the sound of dead silence. Taking a breath, he could hear his solid footsteps while walking, looking at the glowering walls.

His words were balled up inside his throat, afraid to crawl out of his mouth. His epiglottis didn't allow their urges to speak out, knowing the reason why.

"Hello?" he called out in a deep voice, as to disguise his own. The silence seemed like it was deaf, so it didn't listen to him. Soobin frowned before a voice hummed in his ears.

"Who are you looking for, young man?"

An elderly woman wearing a wool blouse and skirt appeared in his sight when his eyes darted to the doorway. He guessed that it was Yeonjun's neighbor, so he approached her to explain why he was inside.

"Do you know where the person leaving here is?"