Pairing: Seunghoon-centric, hinted!Seunghoon/Jinwoo
Genre: Space!AU
Word Count: 521

The solace in silence. The empty vastness filled with specks of white. Timeless. Lifeless. Cold.

Seunghoon stares blankly ahead as he floats weightlessly with only a tube anchoring him to his spaceship– the only thing preventing his demise. Oddly, it’s calming and comforting yet chilling and terrifying. Whenever Seunghoon needs some time alone to clear his mind and rid himself of the tension building under his skin, he finds himself donning a spacesuit and stepping into the welcoming arms of infinite emptiness.

How long have they been stuck out here, in this endless void, trying to find their way back home? Too long. Definitely way too long. Seunghoon muse, a sigh escaping pass his parted lips.

The concept of time is useless out here in space. For all they know, they could have been floating around aimlessly for days, months, or perhaps even years. Losing contact was the worst thing that could happen to them, and unfortunately they did. Seunghoon had wanted to be strong for his crew, to be their strength and preserve their hope, but even he breaks sometimes.

Eventually Seunghoon learns how to piece himself back together, infinitesimal piece by infinitesimal piece. He had to, for his crew– for his hyung and for his dongsaengs, he had to. Letting out the breath he was unknowingly holding, Seunghoon basks in the darkness, his eyes wandering across the expanse of countless stars littering the blackness all around him. The galaxy is beautiful indeed despite the tinge of desolation lurking beneath the surface, the silence frighteningly loud. Even so, Seunghoon feels at peace.



“Feeling better?” Jinwoo asks when Seunghoon finally returns back to the cockpit, stripped off the spacesuit he was wearing.

Seunghoon nods, giving his hyung a small smile. He turns to look at the other two fiddling around with the controls and he couldn’t help but ask, couldn’t help but hope, even though he is pretty sure he knows the answer. “Any luck with the signal?”

Mino stops and faces Seunghoon, shaking his head. Disappointment curls in the pits of Seunghoon’s stomach and he feels it spreading throughout him, filling him. His fingernails digs into his palms in an attempt to distract himself from the ache in his chest, his teeth worrying his bottom lips. A pair of arms suddenly wraps around his waist, heat blanketing his back, and Seunghoon shifts slightly to see Jinwoo resting his head on his shoulder.

Exhaling, the tension slowly seeps out of his body as he leans back into Jinwoo, warmth soon replacing the coldness he didn’t even realize he was feeling. He raises his hands and lightly grips onto Jinwoo’s arms, finding comfort in his hyung’s presence behind him.

“Group hug!” Mino yells, pulling Seungyoon away from the controls and towards their hyungs.

They quickly join in and wrap their arms around him and Jinwoo, a bright smile on their faces. Seunghoon is immensely grateful for this little family of his, affection mingling with the warmth inside him. His eyes meets Seungyoon’s and he watches the grin on their maknae’s face intensifying.

“Don’t worry hyung, we will find our way back home.”