Kyungsoo:

Are you guys there?

The fair student sat behind the bike sheds, trying to bleed his tears till his ducts were dry. He eagerly awaited a response, one that didn't seem to come.

Kyungsoo:

I know you're busy. Sorry.

Kyungsoo:

I need you -

He deleted what he just typed slowly...

Leaving yet another longing unspoken, but alas, that was the whole reason for his existence.

He put the phone away, for staring at the silence in their chatroom was far more painful than acknowledging settling in the middle of conversation. Because it was a hope that was waning.

He grabbed the roots of his hairs, clenched his teeth and willed himself to just sob until his eyes grew tired of watering his flushed cheeks and his lungs would stop giving him unpleasant convulsions.

“There you are,” a voice uttered in relief in his proximity, “I imagined I'd find you here.”

“Get away from me!” he cried out, hiding his face.

“Kyungsoo, please, I'm sorry!” the person knelt and pressed his forehead against the asphalt floor, “everything I do seems to hurt you when all I want to do and show you that I care and that I want to change.” the voice wavered between desperation and culpability.

“No! Please! Get away!” He negated everything the person opposite him begged for. Kyungsoo grabbed the back of his own head and buried his head in the space between his knees and chest, howling his heart out and trying, with his thoughts, to make the situation he was in disappear.

“Kyungsoo - “

“Why do you do this to me?!” asked the panicked fair student, to no one in particular, “why are you gallant and kind to me, when you know it resounds with such hatred to me. I – I can't do this!”

“Please, stop and listen –

“You can't do this time, Jongin, I can't take it - “

“- Kyungsoo!” the person shouted, pulling Kyungsoo out of his ramble, “I'm sorry for what I said. There is no such thing as a wrong person. There's just different people. That's what it is. Different is not wrong.”

Kyungsoo rose his head from his shell but remained gazing from behind his knees.

“I never meant to sound so hateful and cause you this much pain, I swear. You're different, and I want to know more about you.”

“Your life is perfect now,” the upset modest teen stated with bitter cadences to his phrasing “you don't need different.” he looked away from the person across him.

“Is it perfect? Because of me, you quit something you obviously enjoy a lot, because of me, a person I want to get to know has been deeply hurt by what I said, because of me, a friend I once had now hates me because I am, quoting him, an 'intolerant douchebag ' how is it perfect when people keep hurting and losing?”

Unconvinced, Kyungsoo cynically riposted “But compared to all that you have, is it truly such a loss? How does losing a stranger weigh compared to being a top ranker? How does losing touch with Chanteol, someone you were bound to lose touch with anyway, because of his transfer, mean that much?”

“Because I treasured Chanyeol's friendship; he is a funny guy who cares for the people he loves. Losing him means a lot because I lose on the happy laughter. And, a stranger that's a potential friend, is a loss that could change my life, for he might have answers to things I don't understand.”

Kyungsoo lowered his head once again, the sight of his damp uniform shirt being the only thing in sight, and not the sorrowful expression painted upon an Adonis-like, handsome face.

“What do you want for me?” Kyungsoo surrendered, for even if he were to puncture the person across him with shame and blame, it'd be for nothing, for the person bore no culpability; they were just oblivious and were actively looking to correct themselves.

No one should be punished for that.

He'd only be projecting his own fears and emotions to an innocent person who wishes to redeem themselves, even when they were already incredible individuals, and that was not fair.

“I want to earn your forgiveness,” the person replied. Kyungsoo rose his head and their eyes met. His already reddened eyes dove into the ones of the person across him; deep, dark chocolate coloured eyes that even in the shade of dark