A/N: I wrote this as a birthday fic for my buddy, Miliaa.

Apart from the wind blowing, it was completely silent. There weren’t any roads next to the place, and the forest around it seemed to capture the noises from the ones further away. This was the place he had been coming to at least twice a week for the past couple of months or so. He needed a moment of peace every now and then, from the noisy hallways of his school, the busy streets, and the loud younger siblings at home.

Jongin loved that calm, little field, surrounded by trees. Lots and lots of them. He loved the fresh air and the subtle colors of nature, and he loved how the wind kept the bugs away. But what made him come back to that place again and again wasn’t the trees, or the wheat or the long grass, not even the quietness. It was the wind.

Every time he went to that place, it had been windy, but it was never cold. He truly enjoyed that mild, gentle wind blowing through his hair and caressing every inch of his body on its way. Even though it always looked like it was about to start raining, and the sun never properly shone there, Jongin had never actually seen it raining in that place. He wasn’t denying that there wasn’t something very confusing about the microclimate in the area, but he never really questioned it because he liked that kind of weather.

Another reason why he loved the field and the area around it was because there wasn’t really anyone else ever there. He seemed to always be the only person there, which was what made the place even quieter. Obviously it could have been that he was just lucky to get there when nobody else was there, but he liked to think of it as his own secret place that only he knew about, a special place where he could unwind and forget about his worries. That was the reason for why he never brought anyone there with him, even though he sometimes really wanted to show the beautiful place to the people he cared about.

* * * * *

Once again Jongin was wandering around the field, amidst the long grass, and after walking a bit further, the even longer wheat, and letting his thoughts run wild. He closed his eyes, but kept walking, and let the warm breeze hum gently in his ears.

While walking around slowly, he thought about how his week had passed, and he thought about the things that made him the happiest, and these were the kinds of thoughts that went through his head, usually, while having his alone time. But one thing which hadn’t even crossed his mind was about to happen. He stepped on something. No. He stepped on someone.

He heard a loud, pain filled groan coming from below and echoing far into the woods, and he was sure it was the loudest noise the field had ever heard. It was followed by a small thump he caused by landing face first in the grass. Fortunately for him, the stranger he had stepped on softened his fall a bit.

Jongin stumbled a bit before finally getting up, and taking a good first look at the boy sitting on the field. He was impressed by what he saw, and rubbed his eyes as if to wake them up to see if they were lying to him. The fair-skinned boy’s very blonde hair, as Jongin had thought, was flying gracefully with the wind. He was sitting down cutely, his arm wrapped around his knee with the other one holding his bare foot. The boy’s shoes were sitting nicely beside him (it was quite warm), and Jongin wondered why he had never done the same himself.

“You stepped on me.” Jongin snapped out of his thoughts when he heard the boy’s voice again. He sounded annoyed - which wasn’t surprising - but calm, regardless.

“I’m so sorry,” Jongin panicked. “I didn’t see you at all. Is your foot okay?”

“Yeah… you stepped on my hand.” Jongin looked at him for a moment, slightly concerned but with his eyebrow raised, because he felt confused. The guy stared at him back with a blank expression on his face. This guy’s weird, Jongin thought to himself before finally opening his mouth again after a long silence, which didn’t seem to be getting awkward no matter how long it lasted.

“So, I haven’t really ever seen anyone here before…”

“Explains why you stepped on me,” he interrupted.

“Haha, yeah… I should really keep my eyes open while walking,” Jongin rubbed the back of his neck, awkwardly. “Anyway, is this the first time you’re coming here? What’s your name?”

“Sehun,” he answered, calmly. “I come here every day.”

Someone else might have described Sehun as cold and emotionless, whereas Jongin was intrigued by the guy’s cool exterior. He’s like a male nymph. A satyr, but less horse-like, he fell deeper into his thoughts again. Jongin was sure there was something about the field that made him not able to focus on another human being for too long. He snapped out of it again.

“I’m Jongin. I come here every week.” Sehun lifted his chin up a bit, to look at him.

“I know you do.” He patted the grass next to him to signal Jongin to sit down. Jongin didn’t seem to mind the fact that the stranger apparently knew more about him than he knew about the stranger, so he just sat down as asked, and closed his eyes again.

“Don’t you just love the wind here? I mean, I know it’s probably the same wind as anywhere but it just feels different. It feels special, and right, as if someone looked at me and thought oh, he sure looks like he needs some nice, hug-like wind in his life.”

Sehun didn’t reply, but just turned slowly to look at Jongin whose eyes were still closed. Jongin felt the wind blow slightly harder, and when he opened his eyes he saw the boy smiling gently at him. He wasn’t sure why, but he smiled back. They were sitting there without saying a word, both of them just enjoying the peace all around them.

“But hey, if it makes you feel any better, I almost hit my face on a sharp rock when I tripped over you.” Jongin finally broke the silence, jokingly.

“Why would that make me feel better?” Sehun looked at him with a serious expression on his face, making Jongin feel taken aback. He didn’t know what it was about that guy, but with every word exchanged, Jongin felt more strongly about him. I like him, he thought, and smirked to himself a little.

* * * * *

Even after meeting Sehun and finding out Jongin wasn’t the only one who liked the peaceful field, he still kept going there every week. In fact, he started to go there more often than before in the hopes of seeing the mysterious, blonde boy there, and he had seen Sehun many times.They had talked to each other every time, and he really felt they were getting closer. They talked about the things they liked, and things that made them happy, to get to know each other better, and they talked about the things happening elsewhere in the world, but mostly, they were just happy sitting there quietly.

Once again Jongin arrived at the field, but this time something felt different. Something felt wrong. There was no wind. Jongin felt weird emptiness inside, which he couldn’t really explain, because he rationalized that the weather changing was quite a normal phenomenon. He stopped for a moment, trying to get rid of the nasty feeling, and decided to go looking for Sehun again. He searched everywhere, and kept calling out his name, but the boy was nowhere to be seen.

And this happened again…

and again…

and again.

Jongin started to get really worried, and he went through all sorts of worst-case scenarios in his head, thinking he would never see Sehun again. But he didn’t give up. He kept going back almost every day, until one time, his patience was finally rewarded. He went there again, looking for Sehun, and this time saw him sniffling on the ground. He walked up to him, about to ask what’s wrong.

“They warned me,” he heard Sehun’s muffled voice saying.

“They warned me not to fall for a human.”

“What?” Jongin was confused. Human? he thought. “What are you talking about? Who’s they?”

“Others, like me.” Jongin looked even more confused. “I didn’t know how to tell you, so I just stopped coming here, but I couldn’t keep away from you any longer,” Sehun explained, looking worried and slightly scared. Jongin’s baffled face demanded for more answers.

“I can control the wind. Well, I used to be able to. I knew you liked it, that’s why I kept doing it,” Sehun kept explaining. Jongin’s eyes looked like they were about to pop out. He was shocked, but mostly in a good way. He had a hard time believing what the boy had just told him, but he always had a feeling that Sehun wasn’t just a normal human guy.

“Y-you did that for me?” he stuttered out a reply, looking down at the ground, where Sehun was still sitting. Sehun nodded. “How?” Jongin continued, curious. He felt like he was asking way too many questions.

“I’m not sure how, I can’t really explain it. Ever since I was a kid, that’s just what I do. It’s what all of us do. I mean, some of us have wind, some have water, some have fire…” Jongin stared at him, looking like he’s about to lose his mind, but quickly shook the look off his face to continue asking questions, he wanted an explanation.

“But you can’t do it anymore? Why?”

“I need to focus really well, when I’m making wind, but my feelings for you are distracting me. I don’t know how to do it anymore.” Sehun was on the verge of tears, when Jongin tried to finally get a hold of himself, and sat down next to him, wanting to try to make him feel better.

“You know, I never thought I would like to spend time here with anyone. I thought it was the best when I was alone, and that other people would just ruin the good silence. But being with you has made me realize, that I do enjoy company on my alone time. We can be alone together.” Sehun chuckled, and turned to look at Jongin, smiling a little bit.

They both just sat there, looking at each other for a moment. Jongin felt like he could have stayed there all day long, just staring into Sehun’s eyes, but finally, after a while, Sehun moved in a bit closer to Jongin. He stopped just before his face, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath in. Jongin did the same, and even though the break wasn’t long, and the distance between their faces was even shorter, it felt like a small eternity.

Finally, their lips touched. Jongin could feel the softness of Sehun’s lips on his, and Sehun could feel Jongin’s. Eventually, Jongin felt the wind blow again, and was taken by surprise. The same wind as always, caressing his skin, and making his hair fly. The longer the kiss lasted, the harder the wind blew, but again, it wasn’t cold. Jongin pulled back from the kiss, just to see Sehun’s reaction.

“Your wind. It’s back!” Jongin stated, like an excited kid. Sehun thought for a while, and smiled gently.

“No, Jongin. It’s your wind.”

* * * * *

Apart from the wind blowing, it was completely silent. Two boys were sitting on a grass-filled field with their eyes closed, looking as happy as ever. Their shoes were sitting nicely beside them on the ground, and they seemed completely content with just being quiet. There was silence, but no awkwardness. They felt the wind on their faces, and everything was good. They held hands, and the wind kept blowing.