To The Beat

Several hands fell onto his shoulders, pushing him forward. Shouts of congratulations echoed throughout the cold surroundings and loud laughter rang in his ears. To Wooyoung it all felt surreal, time passed so slowly, almost like in slow motion. His brain worked at high speed, but at the same time, he felt an emptiness that made his senses numb. He only heard vague when the people began to stand up again, the next dancer jumped into the middle and Wooyoung felt the tightness in his chest even more clearly. He turned around and left the underground. 

Raindrops fell against his face as he ran through the dark of night. His breathing was hard and fast, his mind whirled around in a big mess. Water splashed from his shoes as he sprinted through the puddles on his way with a clear goal in mind. 

His thoughts went crazy, he just couldn't stop it. Different faces formed in his mind, colors permeated his inner eye, a special ocean blue stood out from all of it which caused him to swallow. Distant memories of the time when he wasn't alone appeared in his mind. He gritted his teeth and quickened his pace. 

He slowed down when a large warehouse came into his view. He stopped directly in front of the large door, a warning sign telling him not to enter this building looked at him with its broken frame. He just stared at it, his gaze fell slightly as his breathing slowly calmed down. 

The rain-soaked him to the bones, but he still didn't move, he didn't mind it. Memories of the time they were eight, the things they had experienced flooded back to him. How each of them was lost before they found each other, a path suddenly opened before them. Then he recalled the time when they fought. 

Wooyoung released a trembling sigh. He doesn't remember how it all went down as his memory was hazed. All he could remember was being alone, surrounded by no one until he met them. Three of them were with him, but four were missing. His heart twisted at the thought. They broke in half and lost each other in the process, at the end everyone was on their own. Hell, he still remembered the tears and screams of one of their eldest. It broke Hongjoong. 

His fists clenched at the thought as he cursed at himself for not doing anything. As if it wasn't enough that half of them broke apart, they selfishly took everything from their leader and left him behind, knowing they meant so much to him. His face became more and more emotionless as he thought about all the things that had happened. It was almost overwhelming. 

The old brown, almost broken sign was still hung in front of his eyes, mocking him with its words. Wooyoung had enough of it. He turned away quietly, his legs carried him along the large concrete wall of the building, but his eyes kept looking back at it. The melody of 'To the beat' echoed in his head to break the deafening silence that covered the area. The only sound somebody could hear was the rain falling onto earth in the darkness, which gave the atmosphere a dangerous spark that made him shudder. 

He tried to calm his thoughts as best as he could but failed. Only when the dull drop of a metal door suddenly reached his ears did the thoughts come to an abrupt stop and his body froze. He didn't move a muscle, blood rushing to his ears as he tried his best to stay silent. 

The sound of footsteps on the wet grass echoed throughout the darkness; the question of who would sneak around near an abandoned warehouse in the middle of the night pervaded his mind. 

The wet crunch of the grass grew closer, stepping faster until it abruptly stopped behind Wooyoung. A premonition, a small glimmer of hope, planted itself in Wooyoung's head. His heart was pounding as he slowly began to turn around. The rain poured harder than it did before, but even so, he could clearly see the striking blue that caused him to gasp. His eyes were glued to the bright color before his gaze fell slightly down to reveal the delicate face of his counterpart; it was him.