Geography || Yixing & Lu Han.
It had been four years since he’d ridden a bike, and he remembered the day clearly. Sunny, tepid, typical of the summer months. The handlebars had felt heated under his hands, but nothing too uncomfortable. He had been accompanied by a friend and happiness, a combination that created a warmth within him.
Today though, the sentiment was much more frigid. Lu Han couldn’t remember when the last time he had felt that exceedingly happy was, but then again he couldn’t even recall what he had eaten the day before. Days were drudging by and his mind was cluttered and distracted, thoughts plagued by a depressive feeling growing within him. He did, though, recognize the necessity for an alteration of the dreading routine. Hoping to find a solution to sadness, a catalyst to joy, or a simple second of an emotion that did not require the frowning of his features, the young man set out on an unplanned trip.
At first he’d meant to travel back to the forest for a walk through the beach of nostalgia in order to feel memories hit him like waves, but he’d ended up distracted, wandering aimlessly through the ruins of the city. There wasn’t much to look at, rather everything was repetitive in its state of destruction—every building except a peculiar one that stood out to him. It was odd that it even drew attention with its faded wood sign and the dull hues that decorated its structure. Upon closer inspection Lu Han found the exact reason his eyes had led him towards it; a hope of happiness had finally reached him in the form of a pair of bicycles. His eyes were already choosing the bigger one for him as the man stood there, attempting to decide where he could travel with that. He couldn’t, or more accurately, didn’t want to go back to the hotel with SeHun and YiFan, so instead he began to plan a trip to the edge of the forest and back.
He let out the tiniest of breaths as his hands moved out from the refuge of his white shorts’ pockets and instead searched for the blue tinted metal of the bike. As his fingers wrapped around it, he realized with a smile and growing optimism that for the first time that week, something actually felt warm.