Sitting around and waiting for news about anything going on was a painful experience, almost akin to the burns he received as he sat there for hours with silver chains on him all that time ago. It wasn’t a pain that was fleeting nor was it something he could get used to. This was a pain that lingered. It was powerful enough that it would knock him breathless every once in a while if he considered it for too long but not so much that it was debilitating. Being in the dark metaphorically never went over well for someone like Dongchul. Which is why he was using his night off to do something a little more proactive.
In better circumstances that would’ve required poking at the hornets nest just on the other side of sector five while inquiring what was going on with Amaranthine who were supposed to be allies. However, tonight, that’s not the proactive step he was taking. As he stood outside the hospital they sent Jiyong to in order to keep watch on Yoona, he stood there with his eyes closed. This could only work with an empty mind. It was a spring night, warm and humid, a perfect time to do something like this He’d done it enough to know it wasn’t a simple task, but he was familiar enough that it shouldn’t take him long at all. Checking his phone one last time to be sure of her room number, he slipped it into his pants pocket and inhaled deeply. Dongchul cleared his mind, ignoring all the sounds of the bustling city below the outdoor deck he now stood on somewhere on the sixth or seventh floor. He focused until all he could hear was his own heartbeat and the air filling and vacating his lungs in its usual pattern. Now, all he had to do was think clearly of his intention and the water molecules in the hair. His body would do the rest naturally. The mixture of moisture in the air and his body coalesced into a cloud of steam and he allowed wind to help propel him from one side of the building to the other.
As he steadily rose, not wanting to rush anything and break his concentration, he floated further until he found her room. Wafting toward the window, he found a small hole in the caulking. And with all the purpose and determination, he allowed physics to do the rest. The air conditioning blared so strongly that just pressing lightly into the hole in the caulking ended up sucking him into the room. And once he confirmed this was indeed Yoona’s room and he counted correctly, he began to slowly materialize, becoming a solid body once more.
“Yoona...” he whispered out.
