It’s nearing one in the morning; Wonho sits upright covered in sweat - and his heart still hammering against his chest. It’s been awhile since he had a dream like that, since he was placed back into his past. It’s something he hates, remembering… No matter how hard he tried to block away those years, they always came back to haunt him one way or another. A shuddering sigh leaves his lips as he reaches for his phone and quickly types in a familiar contact.
//txt; wonnie: meet me near the usual spot for a smoke??
It doesn’t take long for him to throw on a sweater and slip his sneakers on. He grabs his box of smokes and quickly leaves his room. The fresh air would do him good, the nicotine will calm him, and he’ll feel better when he’s not alone anymore.
The air outside chilled him, but it was a good sort of shudder that ran through his system. He grabs a cancer stick, lighting it up with a quick few flicks of his lighter, and parting his lips - he looks around for his friend...yes, friend. Before moving towards the bench they usually sat. His head leans back slightly as he glances up at the sky and lets his lashes flutter. The sky is filled with stars, and the moon is pleasantly bright that night. It’s almost enough to calm him; but not quite.
He just wants to forget - all of it. He wants to have it erased from his memory, to have it just disappear and take all these horrible emotions with it. But it won’t, and Wonho knows this. He knows this yet he still wishes upon every star and flips too many coins into fountains. Just wishing that things would change for the better, and that his life wasn’t so damn fucked up.