transpose.
○ starter for @magpiemi | 🕑 one day later
everything felt wrong and lucas had no idea how to make anything better. he didn’t feel in control of his life at all, and while he kept trying to remind himself that no one really is, it didn’t seem to help. he knew that there were millions of people who had a better grasp on their situation than he did, and he felt kind of envious. after what happened two weeks ago, he didn’t think anything could get worse... and yet... life loved proving him wrong every time he felt that way. as if it wasn’t bad enough that there was a chance that everything with yeji had fallen apart, now... he came close to losing her, and not in a way he was willing to. this is exactly what he had been nervous about, exactly why he ever opened up his big, stupid, selfish mouth.
when things looked this bleak, lucas always tried to find the good going on. no matter how awful life can get, there is always something to be happy about, always something to be grateful for. as he searched his brain and sat in his pitch black room, he couldn’t see anything. there was literally nothing... nothing that made everything seem like it could be okay. right as he was about to give in and find some other way to make things feel bearable, his phone buzzes. he picks it up to see who was contacting him, holding his breath and praying it wasn’t the gang, and then... there it was. the good thing. he could breathe again.
without a second thought or the opportunity to overthink anything, lucas sends a quick text back and leaves his room as fast as he can, grabbing his keys and tossing his jacket over his shoulder then slamming the door. if he’s lucky, he won’t have to see those four walls for a while, because the mere sight of everything that haunts him is enough to make him sick right now. he just needs to focus on the good... the good... “i’m coming, yeji,” is softly whispered to himself as he puts on his helmet and situates himself on his bike.
he’s thankful for the spare key given yeji was obviously in no state to let him in, though he still didn’t feel comfortable walking in without warning, so he texts her that he’s coming down the hall and waits thirty seconds before entering. he knows she isn’t sleeping, yet he still softly clicks the door shut and locks it behind him before making his way inside.
“yeji?” her name comes out hoarse and quieter than he intended, and he clears his throat and bites down on his lower lip before making it to her bedroom doorway. he was hoping he’d smile when he saw her, but her injuries felt like kick in the gut, leaving him breathless again. still, he tries his best not to look too worried, not wanting to scare her. “hey.”