And when I think of you, it's 1 AM
Springtime
To Howon, Bomi is dead. But sometimes she’s not.
The music was loud, his head was pounding, there’s a gnawing feeling on his chest.
Howon tried to flush it down with a big gulp of the beer on his hand. It didn’t work.
He’s at a stranger’s house, a stranger’s party, it’s not that long after midnight and already Howon felt he was done. Maybe it’s not the party, maybe it’s him. Maybe he’s done with life.
Howon knew he’s being over-dramatic.
He took another gulp of the beer, it’s getting lukewarm and Howon creased his forehead in disgust. He didn’t drink fast enough, he needed to stop thinking and just drink.
Thirty minutes into the party and Woohyun was nowhere to be seen, leaving Howon ventured alone through the stranger’s house. He found a secluded balcony through a room far in the back, and there he was, accompanied by his own soul and the city’s night sky.
Thinking about his best friend made Howon decided he needed new friends. Woohyun meant Chorong and Chorong meant—
He took out a pack of cigarette from his jeans’ pocket and he searched for the lighter from his jacket’s pouch. A few seconds later, the lighted up cigarette was already between his lips.
Howon glanced at the watch that circled his wrist; 1 AM.
“I thought you promised to stop smoking.”
God ing damn it.
Howon tried to ignore the voice that bothered him. From his peripheral’s vision, he could see her leaning forward, trying to take his attention.
“Hoya-yahoo, are you ignoring me right now?”
The white smoke that he blew twirled up in front of him, stinging his eyes, but was it really because of the smoke? Howon could no longer tell. Too much thinking, not enough drinking, so he chugged down his beer, baring the taste for the sake of forget.
“Oh-ho! And you’re drinking too! How many bottles you drink already? You know I hate it when you’re drunk.”
I know, I know! Shut up!
“Lee Howon. I’m talking to you.”
Without even looking, Howon knew she would have her arms crossed in front of her chest, face made into a stern expression, eyebrows furrowed. Before, Howon would reach out and tried to smooth the crease, coaxing her to forgive him for his stupid mistakes. Before, Howon would hug her, whispering his apologizes, not letting go even if she pushed him away.
But that was before and now was different.
“Hey, dude! I’m looking for you everywhere, what are you doing here?” suddenly the door opened, showing a tipsy Woohyun. Howon simply raised the fingers that held the cigarette. “Come on, the guys want to play beer pong and they’re looking for more players. There are girls.”
“Lee Howon, don’t even think about it.”
Howon threw the cigarette but to the floor and stepped on it. “Sure, I’ll be there in a sec.”
Woohyun grinned foolishly before he left. “Alright, let’s get you -faced.”
“Don’t go.”
The music was loud, his head was pounding, there’s a gnawing feeling on his chest.
Howon knew no matter how much beer he drank or how many cigarettes he smoke, he wouldn’t be able to make the feeling go away.
He turned around, facing her.
She had long, brown hair, blond on the tips, braided and rested on one shoulder. She wore light make-up, enough to make her face looked fresh, not enough to cover the mole under her left eye. The simple knee-length white dress looked pretty on her, and Howon choked on air because that’s one of Howon’s favourite dresses.
“Oppa… you lose if you cry,” she smiled teasingly. “Admit it, you miss me, right?”
Yes.
Yes, I miss you so ing much it doesn’t make any sense.
I miss you so much it hurts.
“Dead people shouldn’t talk,” Howon spat, turning on his heels and went inside the house.
The last thing he heard was a whiny huff followed by, “That’s rude.”
The music was loud, his head was pounding, there’s a gnawing feeling on his chest.
When Howon glanced at the clock in the room, it was 1 AM.
Because of feels caused by Taeyang's 1 AM.
Oh, and who's in EXO has the most pleasant talking voice? Soothing voice.
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