Was it the feeling of longing?
Maybe it was all of those feelings.
He closed his eyes. He could remember the galaxy in Soonyoung’s eyes. There were constel-
lations of stars and tender emotions in it. He could remember how his genuine smile would
make his eyes turned into the most beautiful crescents he’d ever seen. His laughter was the
gentlest sound, a pleasant melody for Wonwoo’s ears. How his small hand gave him such a
tender comfort, easing his mind, his heart, his soul.
Wonwoo had never feel so complete.
So at home.
Now, here, all by himself, he felt a hollowness in his chest. He missed Soonyoung, everything
about him, so dearly, so painfully.
At that moment, he could feel the ground slightly shaking, voice of roaring engine approach-
ing, followed by blinding lights. A truck was coming closer, fast.
Wonwoo smiled, and took a step forward.
I’m the one who’ll come to you, Soonyoung.
You are where I belong to.
Story by
Unge
Art by
Oca