when someone meets youngmin, the first thing that might pop up in their head was that this boy has no braincells. a very ‘no thoughts head empty’ type of individual. quite the contrary, his mind runs a million miles per hour, with too much sticking around that he’d rather not pick and choose which to analyse or dwell on. that doesn’t always work out, however. a cup can only hold so much before water begins to overflow.
late night walks became a habit since a very long time ago, even when he still had legs too short to run properly and had to be scolded over and over because children shouldn’t be running around in the dead of night. but the lecture entered one ear and left the other, it became a part of his weekly routine. most of the time, the nightly breeze would be enough to clear his head. other times, he needed to take it a step further.
this was one of those nights.
another habit that he had established at a young age was climbing up a tree during one of his late night walks and simply sit there, observing his surroundings from a higher perspective, constructing and deconstructing whatever was pestering his already crammed mind. tonight, youngmin felt it was the right time to do just that, wandering around the park and scaling up the nearest tree, settling on a large branch without a lot of effort.
time flies quickly when he’s dissecting his own thoughts, a good thirty minutes gone within a span of what felt like a few seconds. but he was suddenly distracted from his thoughts for a moment, spotting a familiar face from below where he sat. “oh! alec! turn your face towards the moonlight.” he called out, waiting for the other to turn in his direction before waving his hand. “all alone under the moon, what are you up to?”
