If I lay here || Open-Para (Kind of ??)
It was fascinating, watching his skin turn white where he applied pressure to. Retracting his finger, the skin turned back to itâs original frosty red. The temperature had dropped below usual, condemning anything stuck outside. Kyungsoo was still outside, having not found somewhere for the night to set up camp. By camp he meant taking off his jacket and using it as a pillow, or if it was too cold then keeping the jacket on and using one of his arms or his canned food filled bag.Â
Wiggling his toes, Kyungsoo chuckled as the prickly feeling spread throughout his feet; pins and needles, his mother would have called it. The usual step in eradicating it was stomping around as his mother looked on, laughing with him. He would stomp around trying to get his blood moving and it was funny to do and even more so to watch. Trying the same approach now wouldnât work exactly, not when the energy it took to stomp around wasnât worth losing. The fun was out of it too, his mother wasnât here to laugh with him, she never would be and no one else was around. Plus, he wasnât a little kid anymoreâ a stubborn thought passed through his head as if he were trying to prove that to someone else, as a child does.Â
A few slight body tremors pulled him back out of his thoughts. The temperature was still dropping and his teeth clattering and constant clenching of his abdomen had started to hurt, he needed warmth. There had to be warmth, something, maybe a fireâ but how were fires made? He remembered the fires from there, how they flickered blue prettily and how much he wanted to touch them at first not knowing the consequences but he didnât want those kinds of fires now, no matter how cold it got. They were bad.Â
Reaching out both his hands, he pressed them against the Earth and got himself up, leaning down again for his bag. It had gotten lighter over time, no matter how little he tried to eat to preserve it, he would need more but after he had found heat. He wobbled slightly on his feet, dizzy, and squeezed his eyes shut when black spots appeared across his vision. A small whimper left his throat but he opened his eyes again and started stumbling across the ashy ground, his eyes forming an imaginary path in front of every step he took like the ones illustrated in his fairy tale picture books. It was bricked with cute little blue flowers along the sides just waiting to watch him walk along past them, the shy ones smiles while the more outgoing ones said hello and he smiled back at them in acknowledgement. He liked the flowers, he wished that he could have a pot with a pretty lilac flower for himself, but that was a selfish thought because the Earth needed them more than he did, she was looking a little grey and needed some colour in her life!
It was gradual and he didnât really notice when things started getting warmer about an hour after his first visit with the flowers but soon his usual imaginations had changed. The flowers were familiar and usual but this⊠this was different. He wasnât lost, he couldnât have been when he knew this place like he had been here his whole life. His neighbourhood. His building stood mighty and proud in front of him but also gave off a warm welcoming feeling. How had he not noticed this before? He had been so close and only now found it? He saw his parents standing by the playground with some kid who, after a few steps, he recognized as Baekhyun. He stumbled over as quickly as he could, clinging to his motherâs legs and smiling up at his dad before looking over at Baekhyun who seemed ready to play.Â
He couldnât have counted how long they had spent going down slides and taking turns pushing each other on the swings; sometimes Kyungsooâs parents would have them sit on swings beside each other and swing them both. It was the most fun he had ever had. Once they had tired themselves out, his parents had brought them each a mug of perfectly warmed hot cocoa, not too hot but not cold. It warmed his tummy and defrosted his finger tips and toes, he felt so much better. He realized that he wouldnât have to search anymore, he had found his family and there was nothing else he would want or need. With him sitting with Baekhyun and his parents sipping out of cute animation illustrated mugs, everything was perfect just as it was.
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