celestial strings | h.js

two.

"Wait, wait, wait–" Hyunjin waved his hands before his face–"wait!"

He had been a little concerned when you did not return with anybody to his room, but the solemn expression on Jisung's face and the somewhat heartbroken frown on Felix's mouth made him shut his mouth. Seungmin had trailed behind the two, watching Felix keep his hand over Jisung's as they approached the single chair in the room, and he had leaned against the shut door to try and prevent anyone from disrupting the conversation they were about to have: Jisung breaking his soulmate tie with you.

Hyunjin was having a more challenging time catching up than Felix, mainly because he never indulged in anything about soulmates. Even after knowing from one of Felix's many romantic rambles that soulmates exist, he never thought about it again. He was never a romantic at heart, he supposed. But questioning why Jisung was so heartbroken over the fact that you and he were no longer linked by fate was not something he did as he got filled in on what happened. He was more worried about the state of Jisung's and your well-being after enduring the physical altercation.

"You got stabbed?"

"No, I got blown away, and I landed on glass. It–well, sure, I got stabbed," Jisung said after rolling his eyes skyward to think. He could barely remember anything; his mind must have blanked it out to protect his feelings.

"And [Name] almost died," Hyunjin added for clarification. "Healing you?"

Jisung nodded, his lips pursing remorsefully. "Yes."

Leaning against his pillow, Hyunjin exhaled slowly and focused his eyes on a single spot on the wall across him. That councilman was one hell of a maniac—collapsing a whole convenience store on his head, blowing Jisung and you away with explosive magic, indirectly impaling Jisung and causing you to exert yourself so much that you almost died in Jisung's arms. He held back his thoughts while listening to the story, but he felt no guilt now celebrating the fact that you decapitated the councilman. He would give you a thumbs up and buy you a drink when he sees you again.

Turning his head to look at Jisung, whose eyes focused more on his fiddling fingers than anything else, Hyunjin softened. Those hands that erased himself from your memories must not have been fond to look at or own, but they were also the last of what touched you, so Jisung couldn't tear his eyes away from them either. His heart was yearning for pain, for the pain that was caused when he decided to cut the soul tie off because, at least back then, you were still in his arms, and you still remembered him.

"How do you feel?" he asked.

Standing behind the defeated boy, Seungmin and Felix flashed him an exasperated stare as if he couldn't already tell by Jisung's hunchback and slugging around! Hyunjin shook his shoulders and returned the same stare, not allowing mockery to be thrown his way before he could clarify what he realized was a valid question with terrible wording.

"I know you feel bad! That part is obvious! But it's just–" he sighed–"don't you think there is some leeway out of this?"

"Like a way to get [Name] to remember him?" Felix chimed in.

Hyunjin shook his head. "No, more like a silver lining. We are trying to look at this from the bright side."

Seungmin scoffed, disagreeing. "It's a bit tone-deaf to ask him to look on the bright side when it's already happened, don't you think?"

"It's better than repeating that his soulmate forgot about him," Hyunjin retorted before looking at Jisung, who sat stoically on the chair. He could see the faraway stare in Jisung's eyes. "Look, I know you can't hear me right now. I can only hope your heart remembers what I say sometime down the line, but memory erasure aside–[Name] is still alive for a reason."