16 days. 14 hours. 05 minutes.

Hyukjae soon finds himself in a cafe, unfocused eyes roaming around in search of any sort of color, only to find nothing. He chuckles to himself, knowing it was something stupid to do - his love left him and it caused him to lose the ability to see colors, of course he wouldn’t be able to see it.

The hot liquid weren’t burning his mouth anymore, instead Hyukjae feels like he is starting to get immune to it. He downed it in one go, not wanting to feel the bitter taste of the coffee nor how hot it was.

“Fancy seeing you here again.” Jongwoon’s voice echoes in his head so softly that Hyukjae feels like he’s melting. “And you look better than before.”

He had dreamt of that voice days ago and it caused him to be less hostile towards the male, because it was his voice that calmed him through a horrific nightmare that night.

“How are you?” Jongwoon asks so gently, softly that Hyukjae feels weak in his knees.

“Better than before.” It is a short, small answer but Jongwoon feels glad that Hyukjae isn’t hostile anymore. “Sit down, I don’t want people looking at us because you’re standing.”

“Oh, right..” Jongwoon chuckles silently and he sits down, hands fiddling with his coffee cup. “Will you feel bad if I ask you why you were on that bridge?”

Hyukjae chuckles, of course Jongwoon wouldn’t forget that. “Lost my boyfriend and life lost its meaning.”

“Oh, so you’re a lonely soul t