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The night air smells faintly of fish and, somehow, gasoline, but Wonshik can’t find it in himself to be upset with their small riverside town. He doesn’t think he’s allowed to be upset really, not when he’s not even supposed to be out in the first place. Though, he’s pretty sure the rumors about ‘something dangerous’ in the area are all bullshit. Wonshik himself is something dangerous in the area. So, he has decided to relish in these warm summer nights while he can, not that he even goes outside that often. He has been bored lately is all. Though, the barely humid breeze against his skin, the crickets chirping in the long-abandoned garden, and the fact that he didn’t have to bundle up are all things he will miss.
“Shik?” Hakyeon asks as he peeks his head out of the door and looks in the opposite direction.
“Here,” Wonshik calls, voice gruff from not being used all night. Hakyeon has been busy, if you count binge-watching some drama as busy, and Jaehwan is working, so Wonshik hasn’t really had anyone to talk to. Instead, he’s been lingering out on the porch, legs hanging off the ledge and swaying similarly to the slowly yellowing leaves. In short, their lives have been boring as of late.
“Ah,” Hakyeon lets out, this time looking towards Wonshik. He steps out onto the porch and settles his weight onto his right side as he says, “You should come in soon. The sun is going to rise and I told you not to stay out here too long anyway.”
“I will,” Wonshik responds with a sigh. “How’s that drama?”
“Cheesy, but I finished the entire thing,” Hakyeon tells him. Wonshik huffs out a laugh and shakes his head. “I know, we need to pick up some hobbies, knitting or something,” he adds quietly, more like he’s saying it to himself than anything. Then, without another word, he wanders back inside. He walks with his arms crossed and his head down like he is contemplating something, but Wonshik suspects he is trying to think back to whatever drama Jaehwan recommended to him the other night so he can binge that too.
Wonshik sighs again as he looks out onto the street. It’s dark, the only light being from the moon and the streetlight, buzzing loudly and dimly flickering yellow. He isn’t even sure what he is doing out here in the first place now that he thinks about it. He found himself lingering outside, sometimes wandering around despite Hakyeon’s orders not to leave the property, ever since the ‘something dangerous’ rumors started floating about. He supposes life has just been that dull. Not-so-coincidentally, that is around the time when Hakyeon started spending more time inside, cautious and careful as he is. Stargazing was always the other man’s thing, Wonshik just likes the newfound danger in it.
After quickly stretching, arms raised high above his head and back cracking a bit uncomfortably, he brings his feet back up to the ledge and stands. He spares one last glance towards the empty street and begins to turn, but something catches his eye. There was a small object falling from a tree, the sky, somewhere, and landing with a subtle thump in the yard. “What the fuck?” Wonshik mutters