Until The End of Time | Wonho [√]

EXULANSIS: THE TENDENCY TO GIVE UP TRYING TO TALK ABOUT AN EXPERIENCE BECAUSE PEOPLE CAN'T RELATE TO IT

I didn't know what to say to him.

That was the problem with me. Unexpected situations often either led me to make impulsive decisions— my body acting viscerally as if it was the most natural action to take, or I'd be tongue-tied, a tousled bundle of wires clogging the part of my brain that could come up with anything coherent.

We stayed silent for a very long time. It was a comfortable silence draping us like a warm cloak.

We listened to the rigorous cacophony of the cicadas until the sound melted away, we watched the sky filled with patches of grey clouds until they elongated and took over the whole sky in a dark coating. The moon and the stars were nowhere to be seen after. The breeze blew colder and stronger, ruffling Wonho's dark hair into a mess.

"I don't want to go home tonight," he said in a very low voice, the breeze almost caught the words before they could traverse to me.

"Then stay."

And he did. Not for once did my mind agonise over the idea of him being there, nor did the trepidation or anxiety rise within me. We were outside until it felt like a soft rain would start to fall, and then we were inside. We sat side by side on my queen sized bed. It felt as if it as the most normal situation that had ever arisen. Anything was natural when Wonho was by my side. The fact that I'd overthink a lot later remained, but didn't matter.

It was as if I was posessed, or whatever which otherwise had possessed me left when with him.

The curtains of the opened window fluttered with a rustling murmur as a cold and soothing breeze blew inside from the rooftop. He hadn't really said anything, he looked dazed and still in thought.

I slowly began, "you know, there used to be another tenant who lived on the second floor instead of Hyungwon, the one I told you about. The former moved out last year."

Without sparing a glance to his side, I knew he was attentively looking at me. Possibly wondering where this was leading to. I fumbled for the correct words myself.

As this was my first time telling this to anyone, bringing back the night when it occurred. Perhaps it was from then when I had started to feel antsy and alone at night, or anxious with a guy's presence, except for Wonho, of course.

"We were the same age. It turned out he was not from Seoul either. We bonded a lot, especially as in my freshman year I still wasn't used to anything or anyone here."

My voice wavered a little. The room was dark except whatever light that came from outside, only then had I noticed the darkness within. Somewhere distantly, a rumbling sound ensued, almost like a humming tune. It was going to storm.