"Do you have any destination in mind?" Seungkwan began, a bit worried after they had walked a distance away from the familiar street. The road was bare and the street lights glowed a mellow hue, cascading down gently to the two lone boys. Still, the moon and the stars were as loyal even when the night grew deep.

"Nope," Vernon answered simply, his steps light and easy like someone who was sure of what he wants. He genuinely had no idea where to go, but where’s the fun in executing everything according to plan?

Seungkwan frowned at him in disbelief, probably thinking that Vernon was plotting something bad against him. Vernon rolled his eyes, adding Seungkwan to the list of the many, many paranoid people. Just like the taller boy thought, he was too easy to read.

"I'm pretty sure there's a late bus somewhere here. Walk a bit more and talk less," Vernon dismissed whatever Seungkwan was going to say, which probably was rants about how 'they could be lost and never be found again'.

Vernon didn't mind that, surely. But like any other sane person with dreams of living his own life someday, he would greatly appreciate not being harmed while still in his youth.

Seungkwan did comply to his wish, their footsteps the only clear sounds in midst of dead street and lively skies. If life was a series of captured moments, it would be quite a picture; two figures under a cloud of scattered stars drawn with a white crayon on a piece of black paper.

Seungkwan was used to people running here and there in the daylight, the chaos beneath the sun and white clouds. It felt foreign to not seeing another person in plain sight, just him and Vernon in the blanket of darkness that wasn't completely veiled. It was a good kind of odd though.

He smiled bitterly. When else would he get to experience this kind of sensation? You never did get a chance to appreciate these little things when life was just a blur of motion and chasing time.

"There it is!" Vernon's beckoning voice shook Seungkwan from his stupor. He walked quickly, matching Vernon's pace. The bus was slowing down for them, before finally coming to a stop.

They climbed up, surprised that the driver didn't even bat an eyelash when two young men randomly happened to be wandering around in a secluded street. Seungkwan still greeted him with a smile nonetheless, noting how tired the old man looked.

There wasn't any other passengers, as expected. No sane person would be up and about when it was almost reaching midnight. Vernon walked straight ahead and settled at the farthest seat on the back of the bus. Seungkwan sat a distance away from him on the same seat as he also wanted to see the view outside the window.

It was quiet, far too quiet when the vehicle started moving. Seungkwan wasn't sure if Vernon was up for some talking so he stayed quiet, relishing the moment while gazing up at the skies. Counting the stars would be a good activity to pass time, no?

He was on his thirteeth when he heard gentle music in his ear. Surprised, he turned towards Vernon but the boy was already turning to his side of the window as if nothing had happened. Seungkwan smiled, enjoying the soft tinkling of piano playing in his ear. It was a peaceful, yet almost melancholy tune. For someone seemingly so cold, Vernon had such a delicate music taste.

The rest of the ride went on in silence before the bus stopped in its last destination. They got off, bidding goodbye and thanked the driver before finally assessing the location they were currently in.

Human instinct had its way of awakening in case of lost in direction and during the need in survival, thus the two youths wasted no time standing on the bare sidewalk, instead opting to head to the first thing that captured their eyes; a huge and empty football field.

It was an act of impulse. No words needed to be exchanged, no air of reluctance to pull them away from possible danger. You only live once.

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They are flying,