2 | NIGHT

                                    

                                          
it's been two weeks since the reunion, and yuta believed that he was seeing things. he began to see sicheng more often, whether it'd be at school or in the library, or even inside the dorm buildings, and believe it or not, it was killing the japanese boy. it always drove him crazy that he couldn't say hi, and if he did, he would just be ignored by the younger. 
                          
yuta, at one point, thought that sicheng was playing with him, purposely going to the library more often to hurt him more, but after seeing all the books sicheng carries to study for his tests, it changed the view of the situation for the older. 
                          
the chinese boy would sometimes go into the library with some other chinese friends of his, like guanheng and kun, and they would always check out at least two books each. yuta had no idea why they needed to study that hard, but then he realized why after lucas had told him.
                          
"they are starting to have korean tests every week in the chinese department, but i don't expect you to know because you study in the korean department," the giant had explained.
                          
yes, yuta is a japanese student who studies in the korean department of sm high. the only reason being is that he passed the korean entrance exam, which all foreigners are required to take in freshman year to determine their skill level in korean. though his korean is still lacking a bit, he can speak it well enough to be in the other department. 
                          
the japanese boy was currently closing up the library after time had arrived, but was quickly stopped by a familiar voice behind him.
                          
"wait!" the voice said. yuta, immediately recognizing the voice, turned around and confirmed his assumptions when he saw a light brown haired boy running towards the library. 
                          
the chinese boy must have not realized that he was talking to yuta because if he did, the japanese boy was sure that sicheng wouldn't even bother saying a word to him. he quickly stopped himself from closing the library and stood in front of the doors as sicheng arrived in front of him.
                          
"don't close... yet..." the light brown haired boy's voice died down as he realized who he was talking to. still panting kind of heavily from running all the way across campus, sicheng just looked at yuta while the older also looked back, neither bothering to break eye contact with each other, and suddenly, both were brought back to the events from last year.
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"can't you just leave me alone?!"
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"why are you suddenly ignoring me?"
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"i just need some space, please."
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"what's happening between us...?"
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time seemed to move more slowly as the two continued the eye contact between them. no one thought about breaking it, thinking that the other would do it instead. however, it never reached that point, and after what felt like years, sicheng finally decided to look away from the older student.
                          
"d-do you need to return a book?" the purple haired boy silently cursed for stuttering, but he couldn't help it. it had just came out while he was trying to talk. 
                          
the chinese boy only nodded as a response, and yuta reopened the library so sicheng could return a book. the chinese made his way inside the library and quickly dropped his book off in the return bin before scurrying out of the library, rushing through the doors and past yuta without a second glance.
                          
the japanese boy just watched as the view of sicheng got smaller and smaller until he could no longer be seen. yuta just sighed as he closed the library door and locked it to ensure it's safety and began to make his way out of the school library. 
                          
by the time the japanese boy reached his dorm room, it was already 21:17. yuta was surprised to see sicheng inside, looking through his closet for clothes to wear, but as soon as the purple haired boy came to view, the latter just grabbed random clothes before quickly leaving the room and acting like he was never inside. 
                          
the owner of the room just sighed at seeing sicheng leave, showered, and changed into his pajamas, and laid in bed, staring at the ceiling. his mind quickly recalled the events from earlier today, and it continued to replay in yuta's head. no matter how hard he tried, the tired boy couldn't stop thinking about it.
                          
"oi! get out of my head!" yuta shouted to no one before sitting up in his bed. he ruffled the hair on the back of his head before getting out of bed, grabbing a jacket, and going outside for a quick breather. 
                          
the purple haired boy walked around the school campus, admiring the night sky filled with grey clouds that signaled it would rain soon, but yuta just dismissed it and continued walking around. the said boy could see his own breath when he exhaled due to his warm breath meeting the cold air, which made the japanese boy confused as to why it was this cold in september. however, yuta didn't put much thought into it since he had bigger things to worry about. 
                          
the purple haired boy was making his second lap around the campus before bumping into another student, a familiar red haired boy. 
                          
"oh, yuta," taeyong greeted, as the two ended up crossing paths once the purple haired boy turned the corner into the courtyard. the said boy just gave a wave before creating silence.
                          
"uh... so what brings you out here?" the red haired boy asked, catching yuta off guard. the purple haired boy looked from the floor to the other before answering his question.
                          
"just... came out here to take a walk and think," yuta answered, to which taeyong nodded his head to, showing that he understood. "what about you?"
                          
"i'm just here to walk around. i needed some air," taeyong replied, this time causing the purple haired boy to nod. silence was created between the two once again as both parties found their breaths in the air fascinating. eventually, taeyong decided to go back to his dorm and waved bye to yuta.
                          
"see you around, taeyong," yuta said, bidding goodbye to the red haired boy before continuing his walk around the school campus. 
                          
by this point, it was almost midnight as the purple haired boy continued to make trips around the entire campus. eventually, he decided to settle himself on a bench in the courtyard and looked at his breath being crafted by his breathing. 
                          
"it's been one year... one fucking year... and i still haven't been able to move on..." yuta muttered to himself. letting out a sigh, the japanese boy moved his gaze from the ground to the sky where the clouds were beginning to get darker, but he could care less. after all, the purple haired boy had more bigger things to worry about.
                          
"i wish i could forget about everything..." the right hand of the purple haired boy began to turn into a fist. "i wish i didn't care anymore..." his left hand also transformed into a fist as yuta got more and more frustrated at his current situation. "it's been one fucking year, nakamoto yuta, and you still can't move on from this damn crush!" 
                          
both fists were raised into the air and banged into the legs of the sitting boy. he clenched his fists tighter as tears were beginning to form in the eyes of the student, but yuta tried very hard to fight them. he didn't want to cry over something stupid. the japanese boy fell to his knees onto the floor from his sitting position on the bench.
                          
"i wish i didn't love you anymore..." indirectly launching that sentence to sicheng, a tear fell down the japanese boy's cheek and he gave up trying to hold it back. after a year of bottling everything inside, after a year of trying to remain strong, after a year of waiting, the purple haired boy was slowly trying to let everything go, but unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. 
                          
"one year, yuta... one fucking year..."
                          
the amount of tears falling from the purple haired boy's eyes multiplied with every drop, until he was now sobbing. the clouds finally took action and released the rain that yuta had expected to fall, and the japanese boy would be lying if he said he wasn't grateful, because he really was.
                          
the rain that fell from the sky was the only thing covering up yuta's tears, the tears that kept coming uncontrollably. still kneeling on the ground, yuta let his tears fall, not caring about holding them back. his hands were still in fists on his side, touching the ground beneath him. the purple haired boy wished he would disappear.
                          
"i-i wish... that i n-never confessed, i-if i knew you were g-going to be like this..." that was the last thing heard from the purple haired boy before he passed out due to the weather outside, the mixture of the rain and cold temperature causing his body to fall on the ground in front of the bench.