Chapter 1 - The Distrust.
Chapter 2 - The Reflection.
Chapter 8 - The Second Sun.
Meanwhile, Saeran ran to the nearest bus stop. He had never taken one on his own. He didnāt know how it worked, but he tried anyway. He remembered something else that Yoosung had told him about his address or where he lived, and explained that to the driver. He, with some fear, agreed to take him.
His heart beat fast all the way.
Once he got off the bus he began to analyze his environment, looking for something that resembled what at some point Yoosung mentioned to him.
Where could that place be?
Saeran approached the few passers-by who were on the street to ask for directions, but they walked away, giving him a look of repulsion, as if he were a strange creature. He was already giving up when he heard someone calling him behind his back.
āWhere do you want to go, boy?ā
It was an old womanās voice. Saeran turned to look and noticed she was blind. That explained why she came to help him. He cleared his throat and tried to stay calm.
āAh⦠Iām looking for a park, a small one. Itās supposed to be near building 306, or something like that, but I canāt find itā¦ā
She seemed to understand immediately.
āYou must follow the street that is in front of the building and then turn left. It is a small park, but has several trees. Youāll find it right away.ā
His eyes brightened as he realized he was not that far away.
ā⦠Thank you very muchā he said in a friendly tone.
āYouāre welcome. Be happyā¦ā
Saeran began to walk, and then something prompted him to turn to see the old woman. It was probably the last thing she said, so he felt it right to thank her once again⦠but she was gone. He didnāt want to think about it too much and continued along the path she had pointed. Finally, in the distance, he saw a park full of trees, just as the old woman had described it. He paused to catch his breath and think of what to say when he saw Yoosung, and then it began to rain. He pulled on his coatās hood and ran to the park, until he was under the trees. The large size they had was perfect to block the rain.
His gaze went from here to there looking for Yoosung, but he didnāt see him anywhere. Maybe he was gone because of the cold and the rain, or maybeā¦
āWas I wrong?ā He murmured.
He began to get discouraged, although at that point a further disappointment was not a great thing. He was about to leave despite the rain, after all, there was nothing of interest for him in that park.
āAre you from the neighborhood? No one ever comes to this park, they say the area is dangerous at night.ā
That voice. That blessed voice.
Saeran contained his emotions and focused on figuring out where the voice that he had longed so much lately had come from but he couldnāt find its location. He felt lucky to wear that hood, because Yoosung couldnāt recognize him because of it. He had no other explanation for Yoosung to speak so naturally.
āNo⦠Iām a little lostā he replied, trying to change his tone so it wouldnāt be so obvious.
āOh, I understand. You can wait for the rain to pass and then continue along that street near the playground, you would reach the avenue.ā
It was so strange to hear his voice again after all that happened, but at the same time, that sense of peace had returned just by hearing him speak for a few seconds. Although this time it was different, he felt too anxious. He wanted to see him.
A loud sound behind him took Saeran by surprise. Apparently, Yoosung was on the tree. It made sense, and as soon as he heard his footsteps approaching to his side he lowered his head and looked to the opposite side.
āThe lower branches were getting wet, hehe. I like to climb that tree because nobody can see meā¦āHe confessed with laughter. This was the drop that overflowed the glass. Saeran couldnāt stand it any longerā¦
And he couldnāt stand it. He turned to look at him and took off his hood.
Yoosungās expression changed to one that showed some pain mixed with his obvious surprise. He turned his gaze to the floor.
āI never expected to see you here⦠How did you find me? Did your brother track my call or put me a GPS without me noticing?ā He joked reluctantly.
āYou told me months ago.ā
Yoosung looked up, perplexed. He didnāt expect Saeran to remember something so trivial and that even he couldnāt remember saying. It made him feel a bit special. He always knew that Saeran was listening to him, but he never imagined it to be on that level. He felt happy⦠but he was still hurt.
āBut itās rainingā he said quickly.
āIt doesnāt matterā¦ā
He was deeply hurt by the fact that Yoosung avoided looking directly into his eyes, but he fought the pain and took a deep breath. There was something he had to tell him.
āā¦Donāt leave the R.F.Aā
Yoosung was about to walk away, but that made him stop. He looked into Saeranās eyes āafter a long timeā and realized that the same intense gaze that frightened him a little, was now charged with a completely different feeling. He could see the pain, and his eyes were red and swollen. He knew why, had seen it in himself countless times.
āSaeran, are you ok?ā He asked worriedly and trubled. Saying his name out loud made him feel strange in his chest.
āDonāt leave what you love because of me, pleaseā¦ā
Not even all he had cried during those days was enough, because just as he finished asking Yoosung not to leave the organization the tears began to burst out. Everything he had tried to contain was released at that moment, revealing his fragile side. That side that he didnāt want to show to anyone ever again in his life.
Yoosung was stunned, because he never thought he would see Saeran cry, much less in that situation.
āSince I was born I was tagged as bad āhe began to sayā. I understand if you want to hate me, I will not judge you for it. Iām the only one you should hate in this story⦠I can disappear from your life! I will leave you alone. I⦠I will do as if we had never spoken, I really can do it if you wish, but please⦠Donāt leaveā¦ā
Saeran couldnāt keep talking. His chest began to ache and he burst into tears, just as he had done in the shower a couple of hours ago. He lowered his head, he was deeply confused. Saeran wasnāt sure why he was doing it, he was just certain that he didnāt want to hurt Yoosung. He didnāt want anyone to hurt him⦠And if he had to take all the blame for it, he was willing to put up with it.
Yoosung approached, hesitating, and when he was close enough, Saeran grabbed him roughly and hugged him tightly, still crying. He buried his face in Yoosungās neck, hugging him harder and harder despite the pain in his right arm. He couldnāt think of the pain, he couldnāt stop. He never imagined that he would like so much to make physical contact with another person, at least not after all he had lived. He never thought that the day he needed so much of someone else would come.
Saeran didnāt want to let him go, not again.
āSaeran⦠āwhispered Yoosungā Itās okayā He said, trying to calm him down at he returned the hug.
Yoosung could feel Saeranās shacking breath on his neck, accompanied by tears which began to soak his clothes. A light blush covered his cheeks and his heart began to beat nervously. He had hugged many people in his life for different reasons, but he had never experienced anything like that. For his part, and despite the cold, Saeran could feel directly how warm Yoosung was for the first time. And although he didnāt feel worthy of that moment, he couldnāt stop hugging him and sobbing.
āI can feel the warmth of the sunā¦ā
Saeran didnāt know if he was delirious or something, but for the first time in days, in months, he felt true peace. It was so that his body, noticing that his mind finally calmed down, collapsed by the lack of sleep and food.
āS-Saeran?! āExclaimed Yoosung, feeling the weight in his arms. Saeran had faintedā Damn! My phone, where I left it⦠Turn it on, turn it on, turn it onā¦ā
He took Saeran to a bench that was still dry, under a tree. He couldnāt help seeing his face in complete peace as he slept.
He wondered how much Saeran have been through to reach the point of collapsing at a moment like this.
Did the distance between them affect Saeran so much?
The more he thought about it, the more he understood him, because during those days when he decided to get away from the lies of the R.F.A he couldnāt stop thinking about what Saeran would be doing in his absence. Whether he would be fine, or whether he would continue to observe the sky as every dayā¦
Yoosung couldnāt explain it to himself clearly, but if there was something clear it was that during that period he had missed him as never before.
āDonāt get distracted, just call Sevenā he reminded himself in thoughts.
Hours later, Saeran awoke in his room. He got a little scared and tried to sit down all too sudden, which made him dizzy. Yoosung was sitting by the desk, but after seeing him react that way he hurried to sit next to him to calm him down.
The moment their eyes met his expression changed completely. It wasnāt a dream, Yoosung really was there with him once more. He felt pathetic, since he let him see his weaker side.
A half-awkward silence took over the room, but it was Yoosung who decided to break it āas usualā.
āWhile you were unconscious Seven came to talk to me, and youāre right. I shouldnāt leave the things I love⦠So I will not leave the R.F.A.ā
ā⦠Iām glad to hear thatā he replied, trying to hide his happiness.
Yoosung gave a light chuckle.
āI donāt hate you, either. Truth is I canāt hate you, heheā¦ā
A small spark flared in Saeranās eyes, but he preferred to look away.
āAre you sure of what youāre saying? Iām not a good personā¦ā
āI will judge thatā replied the blonde, laughing, to which Saeran let out a sigh.
āI donāt deserve it āhe pausedā. I⦠I must tell you something important.ā
Yoosung opened his eyes in surprise, but remained silent, waiting for Saeran to continue.
āFor me⦠you are like the sunā he said with some sadness.
āThe sun?ā He asked confused.
Saeran nodded, and took some air to continue explaining.
āThe sun is radiant and warm despite everything. It guides your way through the day, and gives his light to the moon to guide you through the night. Yoosung⦠for me you are like this; Radiant, warm. During all these months you have only enlightened my way, as if you were the sun. But, I donāt deserve that light. Iāll probably never deserve itā¦ā
His expression became even sadder after confessing this, and Yoosung noticed it immediately. It was only a matter of seconds before his body moved on its own and caught Saeran in his arms.
āStop saying you donāt deserve it, because we all deserve new opportunities. If you think that I am like the sun for you, then let me guide you from now on and together we will make you stop believing that you are a bad person. Iām sure soon everyone will see how fantastic you are, too. Because youāre amazing, you are special, Saeran.ā
āYoosungā¦ā he murmured, as he left the hug. He felt strange, but in a good way. He looked at Yoosung in the eyes and he gave him a smile, which he replied shyly.
It was after this that he finally managed to identify that feeling. Something different from the love he felt for his brother, watching the sky or having some ice cream. Something completely different from a simple friendship. Now that he had finally found the words to express himself, he didnāt know how to say them. There were so many emotions together that Saeran felt they could overflow at any moment.
He knew that if he said the typical words would create an uncomfortable environment, so he preferred to say it in a more⦠particular way.
āI always looked to the sky for peace, but what makes the sky so clear is the sun. Without the sun, we are nothingā¦ā
āItās true āhe addedā. Its light is the same for everyone.ā
āI love the sunlight āHe said nervouslyā. I⦠I want you to be my second sun, Yoosung.ā
āHis second sun?ā Thought Yoosung, ashamed.
He felt the blood rise to her head, making his cheeks crimson red. Yes, it was only moments ago that he offered himself to be like the sun, but the way Saeran told him⦠He felt a second intention. Actually, it sounded like a declaration of love.
He started laughing nervously, while Saeran looked at him carefully for an answer. He took a little breath, cleared his throat and looked into his eyes somewhat embarrassed.
āI⦠I want to be your second sun, Saeran.ā
At that moment he didnāt know if he was dead or dreaming, since he was sure to be seeing an angel. Saeran smiled at him as he had never seen before, and as he came up to give him another hug, he noticed something very particular.
It was just them two, there, in that special moment that would remain forever in their memories.
They were not predestined, and it was probably for this very reason that they would never find each other on their next life. Nonetheless, in that instant as they hugged each other, something so minimal for everything they both wanted to prove, that⦠Only with that, they felt complete.
Like the moon and the sunā¦
I preferred to leave the notes at the end, so that you could read these two chapters quietly without me interfering.
I want to thank you for taking the time to read this story. I wrote it with a lot of love towards them, so I hope it has been reflected, even a little⦠This story was born of a dream I had long ago (yes, the crazy Kyu dreams of Yooran). I did not want to forget it, so I wrote it to enjoy it whenever I wanted. I hope you liked them as much as I did.
Many thanks to the organizers of @yooranweek, I felt in heaven. ā” And wait a little longer, because I will make all the fanarts that were left pending by my unfortunate computer that dies in the less opportune momentā¦
Anyway⦠THANK YOU VERY MUCH TO ALL. ā” ā” ā” ā”