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they finally won.
after two years of suffering at the hands of corrupt and evil, they had finally won.
but victory for one’s life isn’t easy it all, especially if it’s not reciprocal.
the sound of the door rotating with footsteps from an old yet strong shoes, revealing a 1.7cm boy that once came from the ever - so - intimidating class one, and had his ways on the gifted class.
wave closes the door, slowly stepping forward against the cemented ground and walking to his usual spot, his eyes staring at nowhere beneath those eyesight glasses.
he gives himself some peace, sitting on one of the broken chairs that had been dropped onto the rooftop, and somehow rested his back but avoiding the crazy nails placed into it.
he says nothing, just quiet and comfortable. it was so nice thinking about freedom for once. it felt like independence day.
wave pulls the tip of his oversized dark green jacket to cover his shoulders more, a small smile tipping onto his lips. the jacket was courtesy of pang’s.
he might not say it, but he was actually waiting for him, here on their usual spot, their faces pointed at the sky, sometimes at the big buildings, but nevertheless meeting each other’s gazes everytime they speak.
when wave was in his rebellious phase, pang was there. cheesy as it seemed, he was actually the only one who changed him for good.
it was like he’s been engulfed by a warm that he does not want— but definitely needed.
he thinks about their daily conversations. it was stupid, most of the moment, but it was unforgettable. here’s one of them.
“wave, i have a question.” pang asks, sipping his ovaltine, head laying on the bedstand.
wave, who had his eyes onto his laptop, shifted it to the other, pulling out a small, “hm?”
“who’s your favorite classmate?” it was so random— that wave was left frowning and speechless. where did it even came from?
“no one.” he says, plainly, almost monotone, but if pang wasn’t stupid he’d reckoned by now that he’s lying.
“whaaat— i thought we were all close here!” pang puffed, maybe even pouted. wave sees that and jesus christ, he wanted to giggle.
“whatever. i just want you to know. you’re my favorite.”
never in wave’s life he had received a line like that. he was everyone’s least favorite, maybe even less than that one.
but he knows pang. with his words, it felt like he was cleansing wave’s wounds.
because he’s pang’s favorite.
now bored, wave lets out a soft sigh, muttering words something like, “where’s that class 8 kid gone off to. did he got lost or something?”
then ping!
the messages from the class xv group chat had appeared, and it was ohm’s icon that popped out.
namtaan’s back! she’s gonna visit pang on the classroom! :D
is it really victory when you don’t feel like that at all?
he felt so bad. so bad that his heart started to throb violently.
pang haven’t seen the message yet, but everyone did, including himself.
he wanted to curse pang. tell him that he’s bleeding again. that he knows him more than anyone would do.
that alongside him, he tried to change their original fate. that alongside him he was there.
he was always there.
is he still pang’s favorite? he wonders.
wave sighs for the second time, removing the jacket that was once draped against his shoulders, before pressing it against his chest and burying his nose onto it, no more scenting like pang, but still feeling like it’s him.
it’s okay, he’s gonna come back to me.