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Back in his childhood days, Riki wished that he had wanted the superpower of being invisible. The whole idea of vanishing into thin air really amazes him. He dreamt of walking into the streets or sneaking into places without everyone noticing his presence. At least for him, that would be really cool.
Maybe this aspiration of his was rooted in how much he wanted to disappear sometimes, like an unidentified presence, leaving everyone unknowingly or an animal blending in to its environment, under camouflage. Nevertheless, he really just likes the idea of not being seen. It's not like he's going to be seen, even if he wants to.
Growing up, he turns into the kind of air that's hesitant to touch one's skin, just floating around the corner, trying to go unnoticeable as possible. He really is an air personified. Dreams really do come true. He's not sure if the gods took pity on him and granted him the superpower he desired, or if he made himself this way, the way he wanted to be.
Being invisible has become a routine for him. To breathe quietly, to live quietly. He's content with that.
"I'm sorry. Who are you again? I didn't see your face here before. "
This happens a lot.
People apologize for not knowing who he is when, in fact, they've been together this entire time. He wouldn't lie, being treated like this left a bitter taste in his mouth. Riki understands though, that, after all, it's his fault for making himself seem inexistent to other people's lives.
"Nishimura Riki." He curtly replied. The shock from the latter didn't go unnoticed by his eyes.
"Oh right, it's you! Sorry for not knowing, uhh---" The guy said, trying to organize his train of thoughts as his cheeks started to bloom the color of cherry blossoms from Riki's old neighborhood. Shortly after that, the guy smiled. He was no longer the astounded boy he once was, but rather the calm and composed young man he always is. Not gonna lie, Riki thought he wanted to have those powers too.
"Yang Jungwon." He said, offering a small hand in front of Riki.
He knows who he is. Riki kind of builds this habit of watching how people's lives unfold in front of him. And he could safely say that this guy's the brightest, the shiniest.
He has this golden aura that draws everyone to him; even Riki can't help but be drawn to his light. It had gotten to a point where he would wishfully think that he was part of that, having a role in Jungwon's life. Riki would sometimes close his eyes, blinded by how beautiful this one was. He could guess that he was truly warm. And sometimes, in the back of his head, he would wish to feel that warmth.
Riki had never touched someone's hand before, and the feeling of consciousness suddenly engulfed him. He didn't like it at all.
For a second, he just stares at the other's appealing hand, waiting for him. He wonders whether Jungwon would hate the rough and cold feeling in his palm. He hesitantly accepted the invitation of a subtle contact.
And, to his surprise, this feels better than he expected. The moment their hands pressed upon each other, Riki was glad he finally had a taste of the other's warmth.
He never knew that the feeling of someone else's skin grazing his palm would be so blissful for him, a sudden burst of fireworks erupting in his chest. He's even disappointed that he didn't hold on to the handshake more tightly. It was too good, too addicting, and honestly, he wanted to feel those godly seconds again.
Again
The softness of the other's hand, the warmth in it, and the urge to grab it once more to feel the ecstasy. Riki could've sworn that at that time, he felt blessed that he was existing visibly, even for a moment, not like the air he is, but a real person that can be seen.