Until The End of Time | Wonho [√]

1: AUBADE

AUBADE: A LOVE SONG SUNG AT DAWN

It was spring yet the sky was crying tears.

Pitter-patter drops of rain fell from the indigo sky like bottled up feelings, cap held tight for so long that the tears were hesitant to fall. Soon, I knew it would turn into an outrage of scream and cries, the dark clouds that had started to loom over told me exactly that.

People I had met in my life either hated the rain, or loved the rain.

For me, I had a love and hate relationship with rain.

When I would be at home and a calm piece of music would be floating around the air mixed with an aroma of freshly grounded coffee beans, and the musty smell of rain, I would very much like it. I would love to stare outside the window and watch the sky pour its feelings out for hours.

However, when I would be stuck at somewhere else, without an umbrella or anything that could aid me going back to home unscathed and dry, I would loathe it. My thoughts would be jumbled up and I'd find myself, stuck, and overthinking for the rest of the day.

My thoughts were pretty much numbed right now as I sat in the empty hallway outside the kendo club and watched it softly raining outside the window, Paul Anka's put your head on my shoulder playing through my earphones in repeat.

I could feel my short hair dampening with the drop of the temperature. Sinking in the bench I imagined afternoon glow coming from that very window and hitting my face, like the way it should've been, not the darkening four PM that was giving me anxiety.

When I closed my eyes I took myself back to the conversation two hours earlier during lunch in the cafeteria, when the sky wasn't so cloudy, but the perilous feeling of an uncertainty that was coming still hung in the humid air.

Maybe, I should've went to the date instead.

"Sunny," Hanbyul shouted making me turn to her instead of the sky outside through the glass walls of the cafeteria. Rice and other side dishes, laid before me untouched.

Changkyun and Hanbyul both had their nose buried inside the phone on Hanbyul's hand, then she looked up and flipped the screen towards me. "How is he?" There was a mischievous glint to her voice and I already knew what the brunette girl was up to.

I squinted my eyes and leaned closer from the opposite side of the table. In the lit up screen showed a boy's self-taken photo, smiling at the camera. His dark hair brushed to the side revealing a part of his forehead. "Handsome," I muttered as I leaned back on my seat.

"His name is Seonghwa, and he is from the Anthropology department, and he is twenty years old, and-"

"Hold up right there," I stopped her before she could go on, Changkyun's smile turned into a defeated look as he nudged on her elbow. His eyes telling her a 'told you so.'