If life was the firmament we spent countless nights gazing at from the vast grassland, our friendship was a nebula.

Sehun awoke to the dulcet tones echoing in his eardrums and the slightly glaring sunlight, “Are you alright?” He shuffled slightly and struggled to get up as he covered his eyes with one hand. Beside the whirring fan, he sat up with his hands propped by a pillow as he looked up to see Jongin sitting on the floor beside his mattress staring at him with signs of worry. Sehun stared back at him in astonishment and quickly spoke, “Wait. Wha-what are you doing here.”

“You were really weak yesterday night and almost passed out at the lobby so I brought you up and well yeah.” Jongin shrugged a little and scratched the back of his head in slight embarrassment. Sehun shuddered a little at the smoothed finish of his voice and replied while clearly imprinting the way words flowed along the gaping distance between the two of them in his head. He had been bewildered by Jongin’s personality, and felt inclined to get to know him better. There had been a gentle feeling of endearment, no frills, plain as the scent of finest lemongrass in the way Jongin looked back at him, warm as the tepid touch of a sapphire blue mug within slightly trembling hands. He was a lonesome soul saved from a labyrinth perchance, or so he thought as he felt concern for perhaps the first time in his life; was this what it truly felt like? Yet his untrusting personality reigned once over as he returned to being akin to a pristine t-shirt donned with dull purple, casting hackneyed shadows upon prospects. What exactly was he thinking or feeling – it was a mistake, a trap, something that would drag him into confusion. Nothing special. No.

“Thanks. Well I’m fine so leave.” Sehun muttered as he flipped his blanket open and stood up hastily. Jongin looked at him with a slight frown as he pouted slightly before getting up to leave.

“Rest well! See you tonight.” He turned as he opened the door and smiled at Sehun. Sehun felt that his presence felt like a sweet reverie akin to an evening under the vast skies watching the clouds float by in the purple-orange tinted sky. Yet he had his own walls, the walls he had spent years building, the indifference and defence that had grown to be his most loyal companion. He stared back at Jongin as he closed the door behind him and left. Walking back to the mattress, he flipped it back up to its usual position against the wall and left the room. In the kitchen he opened the cupboard to reveal a stock of instant ramen. Standing there for a few moments, he picked out the one on the top and fetched processed cheese from the fridge. As he waited for the water to boil in the grey flask sitting on the stove, he leant against the counter and drank his leftover bubble tea from the day before. Oddly enough, his head was empty besides the shade of his eyes, the first string of words he spoke, his dulcet tones echoing in the dim rifts of his heart; he ruffled his hair in frustration – what was this queer feeling? He felt pathetic however, the silent yet desperate yearning for more attention. He felt as though he had been a lost boat bobbing ai