Until The End of Time | Wonho [√]

10. CHRYSALISM

CHRYSALISM: THE AMNIOTIC TRANQUILITY OF BEING INDOORS DURING A THUNDERSTORM

The everyday appearance of a torrential shower could get tiresome for even someone who admires rain, and as for someone like me, it was certainly becoming unbearable.

Hence after a prolonged week of heavy rain showers every day when the sky finally showed its felicitous appearance, I was more than thankful, but it was also a weekend and I didn't have anything better to do anyway. Why was it that Mother Nature had such a grudge against me to make me go through a wet and not-so-pleasant ordeal on the days I had work and university?

To divert my attention from the ruminations I usually get on insipid days like this, I had invited my two friends to form a study session at home.

"How come you don't have anything except for kimchi in your refrigerator?" Changkyun came back from the kitchen with two jars in both of his hands, giving me a questioning look.

Except that this was anything but a study session.

"Mom sent me those. I need to go grocery shopping soon." I was leaning against the wall, sheets of papers and notes, and my laptop sprawled across the floor. He shrugged and trudged towards the kitchen again.

"At least we have ramen!" Hanbyul shouted from back there. She had revealed my stack of instant food. I could hear Changkyun making a cheering sound.

Suddenly everything felt very vapid and hollow. The problem with spring, no, it was summer almost, that when it didn't rain, the weather would be scalding. It was annoying both ways, to say the least.

The other thing irritating was that whenever I had a busy week, after would come a time like today when I ought to be resting, only to realize I had other works pushed up for moments like this and that would make me want to procrastinate even more.

"I swear if I fail Mrs. Hans course this semester," Changkyun said. Both of them revisiting my room and then they took seats on the floor. Hanbyul placed an opened can of soda in front of me, both of them had theirs in their hands already.

"Thanks." I took a sip, my eyes averting to the side when my phone laid, the screen lighting up in an upcoming text. There was a sudden jolt of curiosity within me, albeit, that vanished when I realized it was from one of those credit card companies.

The dull sigh that came from deep within wasn't concealable. The room was silent because both of my friends were busy gawking at me.

"What?" I asked, despite knowing what was to come.

"You're lovesick." Hanbyul deadpanned, Changkyun resorted to going through his notes.

"Well, he just hasn't texted yet today that's why I...," I trailed off.

Slowly my days were getting occupied with Wonho and only now that I was thinking about it, last week every day I had either seen him in the university, or he had come by my workplace to borrow a book, on top of that we had been frequently texting. Though the conversation wasn't much and was mostly us suggesting books, movies, and songs to each other, and talking about the magazine or the weather, and boring stuff like those.