Wendy And Boys
Stay With Me (1)

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Seungwan looked up at the night soot that stretched wide above him. The night soot was really dark.

This time it seems like the star is reluctant to show itself, so it is with the moon that is just shy behind the black clouds hanging there.

Nothing special, just like the night before. It felt empty and cold, at least that's how He always felt.

The temperature of the air is increasingly piercing the skin, making the sweet yeoja rubbing both of its stairs. Although the cold was clutching his body, he refused to step foot away from there.

Seungwan is comfortable, he is comfortable in his place. Actually not the place or atmosphere, but the memories of the past that makes Him want to be petrified there longer.

Painful memories that left him empty in his story. The memories he thought were the ugliness of the world.

Seungwan slowly wiped away the liquid that had been sliding down his cheeks since when. He never showed his sadness, only silence bore witness to the tears.

He must look strong, but in this silence.. The defense was shaky, the pain was still lodged there. Seungwan cried to reduce the burden on his heart.

At that time God was playing tricks on him. Seungwan can't do much, he's just punishing himself, berating himself who is easily provoked.

And even worse, he was unable to turn away from his past, from a man who made a scar in his heart.

He wanted to avoid that He no longer loved that person, but who knows for sure when his heart roared calling out the name of the young man he loved. Seungwan hates admitting that.

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An arrogant step tracing the path in the suburbs of Seoul. A young man with a red scarf rolling down his neck walked unhesitatingly through the streets when night fell.

Vapor plumes coming from breathing indicate the middle air temperature is at a low temperature. The young man's footsteps halted when he found a small brown girl in front of him.

He stepped closer to the Yeoja, the same person he had hurt before. Obviously the young man would not be able to forget his bitter memories, both between him and himself, no one could forget just like that. It used to be true that he was too stupid to scratch wounds in the hearts of those he loved.

"You've come, Sehun-ssi."

Nothing has changed. Both from his voice and appearance, Sehun found the same thing, only his Seungwan was much prettier and looked sweeter than before.

Sometimes the wounds one gets will make the person stronger and Sehun can feel them too.

The recesses of his heart grew stifling, there like something pressing and heartbreaking. Feeling unable to breathe, the feeling of guilt re-emerged to come out making him want to prostrate to apologize up to hundreds of times or even thousands or millions, he wanted to kowtow kiss Seungwan's feet, he wanted to kiss Seungwan, apologizing for all his stupidity.

Seungwan.. Ahhh not even Sehun can no longer label Seungwan as his.

"You haven't changed much." Seungwan turned his head to the side right as Sehun stood up.

The smile that was on his father's face managed to make Sehun feel as if a spear was directly thrust right at him.

"When in my delusion, I want to be able to see your frustrated face," Seungwan opened his eyes after making a crescent-moon smile earlier.

Degs..

Degs..

Degs..

The rumbling of the heartbeat could not be controlled, his knee bones seemed to melt. Sehun fell in his strapping.

On the asphalt of the road, he was helpless to find the blank stare he had just seen.

"What's going on?" Sehun could not understand, Seungwan looked at him blankly, there was only his reflection.

As he had long lost the twinkle of happiness, Sehun found it difficult to find the radiance of life. This time He was sure that the sweet Yeoja had changed and he hoped it would not be him who changed it.

"Huh.. What masudmu?" Seungwan raised one of his eyebrows, confusedly staring at Sehun who suddenly sat on the asphalt of the road.

The older handsome namja looked up, looking at Seungwan with teary eyes.

"What's been going on all this time? What makes your eyes empty?" asked Sehun with his hoarse voice.

Finding the light in Seungwan's eyes isn't as beautiful as it used to be, he feels down. The sparkle had dimmed, Sehun could not see it anymore.

Seungwan bent his body, he likened his height to Sehun who still remained sitting on the streets.

He raised Sehun's chin making the owner look directly into his two neutrals, eyes that became one of Sehun's favorites in.

"I don't really understand what you're saying. However, just know one thing, I am Seungwan, Son Seungwan who is now growing up on the basis of the wounds that the person who was once given who became number one in his heart, said the statement, from that wound Son Seungwan learned to become more rigid. And look at the result now Sehun-ssi, I'm no longer the Seungwan I used to be." Yeoja raised one corner of her lips, creating a cold grin that could freeze Sehun instantly.

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