if winter was a person | jaeyong.

the end.

<2:30am>
<present>

Jeno couldn't get his mind off of Jaemin's frail face. The way his body shivered and his face painted with sadness just did something to him. So he decided to pay a visit to his house, to talk things out.

Just went he thought he had everything under control, he completely shuts down when the door opens revealing Jaemin's dad, with a disapproving look.

"Great another boy, Jaemin! Someone's here for you" he lets Jeno enter and walk towards his son's room.

When the door opens, he saw Jisung being babied by Jaemin. There was hair pins on Jisung's hair and blushes on his cheek, makeup brushes and palettes were all over the place.

"I love you, Jisungie. Please don't be sad" Jisung looked like he was crying mess despite being pampered by Jaemin.

"You tell him you love him?" Jeno interrupts their little rendezvous.

"J-Jeno?! What are you doing here?!" Jaemin immediately hides Jisungs behind him, not wanting the bully-of-a-boy to do harm on his 'baby'.

"I just wanted to talk, Jaemin, I have been thinking about your confession and I didn't knew that's how you felt about me and if I knew—"

"I'm going to stop you right there, forget everything what I just said and just leave us alone" Jaemin's face looked down, not wanting to see the hurt face of Jeno.

"W-What? B-But Jaemin" Jeno tried stepping forward but all he got was a threat that Jaemmin would shout for his father.

Jeno saw the fear in their eyes and thought to himself on how big of a monster he was. He walked out of the house and can' help but let the tears roll down.

If he can't find love in someone he was willing to fall in love with, then maybe he can just force it. With Taeyong.

🌌

Staring at his figurine, Taeyong sat against the brick wall as he recalls the story that Mr. Choi told. He hated how the story reminded him of Jaehyun.

Everything about Jaehyun was all flowers and sunshine, and bright. He simply cannot comprehend how a guy like him would choose to love a boy, who doesn't even enjoy the idea of young love.

He sits there with the female figurine hidden among the grass. His eyes wandered around the garden, his oh-so beloved sanctuary. The irony of how he saw himself as the girl in the icy plains, but in reality living among the flowers, makes him scoff.

He hears luggages clack around the house, hitting the marble floor. They were already packing their stuff, but Taeyong was too exhausted to do so and asked Johnny to do his luggage first. The black bag was standing still, out in the open.

Taeyong takes a look around as this was his last time that he was going to see this special place, that was filled with a specific memory with a specific boy he truly loved.

🌌

Jaehyun sits on his bed as his eyes gets lost on the gently glow of the moon. Funny how small it looks in the naked eye. He diverts his eyes to something else and it landed on the single pot of flower on his window. The moonlight lightly coated the plant.