Share with me your bad days, I’ll make them better. I’ll be the rainbow you look forward to each time it rains. Tell me I’m over optimistic, tell me I’m a dreamer, as long as I can make you happy again and again.
Holaa otra vez ! o/ haha
Vale, entonces hoy cuando vuelva de la universidad en como….. unas 10 horas lol hare la guía. Y si aun te quedan preguntas, dimelas, que intentare responderlas lo mejor posible ~
The room is dim, illuminated only by the tungsten glow of one floor lamp in the corner and faint stars and street lights coming through the window. Suho’s eyes travel along the sharp corners of shadows on the wall and the ceiling. His roommates lay passed out on the couch and the floor, after the usual weekly tradition, and he wishes it wasn’t too cold outside to open a window so the crickets could keep him company. There’s a shifting beside him as Kyungsoo lifts his head, noticing Suho’s state of awake and sitting up against the wall.
"Can’t sleep either?" Suho asks, voice quiet.
"The floor is more comfortable when you’re drunk," he answers, smiling slightly. "What’s keeping you up?"
"The usual," Suho says automatically, retroactively realizing he’d said it out loud.
Kyungsoo doesn’t ask him to elaborate. In the stillness of the hour, he is content with the silence. On the other side of the room, Luhan turns over on his side, reaching toward the warmth of Kris’s body, and Suho would laugh if it wasn’t so quiet knowing that Luhan would never consciously curl up to Kris. He vaguely considers taking a picture with his phone, but decides it isn’t important enough to him.
"So why didn’t you drink?" Kyungsoo asks him. "I thought you would want to the most, given." He leaves the "given" open, tone oddly nonchalant as if the unsaid was something trivially unfortunate. Given you failed your test. Given you got rejected. Given you just had a really bad day today.
Suho wishes life had given him something different to work with, because he was drowning trying to figure this one out. He sighs and leans his head against the wall, staring up at the ceiling and the strange shadows cast by the lamp. “I don’t want to forget too much,” he says simply.
Thank you so much anon !! ( sorry if i replied late, i just arrived home from college orz ) but i don’t really have a lot of friends haha but the few i have are really precious <33 ( ps. i never thought someone would find interesting reading my answers hahaha )