* afternoon melancholy
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classes had finished. thankfully for woosun. but his typical first year energy diminished quickly, smothered out by a lingering melancholy when he was left to his own thoughts. fingers curled on the lip of the benches that overlooked the baseball field as he was lost in thoughts. yunmi. the baby. gone. the sixteen year olds toes dug into the concrete, twisting with his hidden agitation at how there was still an unknown ache at the loss. it wasn’t as if they had known one another long, as he’d wanted the baby, as if there had been a chance that it would have ended well for him. but he still thought about it, still missed them. his hands wiped on the front of his slacks, fingers curled into the fabric and he holds his breath in an attempt to still his thoughts. three. two. one. and he exhales, trying to think of something lighter.
a fruitless endeavour as he looks down at his uniform, fingers beginning to twist and straighten out the disheveled state that he usually wandered around him. unfocused, struck in a daze that had only gotten worse since he returned to sunhwa after the break. no one else besides woojin knew of what had happened. there was no one around that he could talk to, express his unkempt ‘what if’s and longing to. they were only left to fester and eat at him until he was staring at his own hands, wondering what he was doing and where he should be going; a feeling that he had missed or forgotten something nagging at the back of his mind. legs slipped out until the hit the bench in front of him, his backpack tipping over with the force and contents spilling out. books, pencils, pens, pokemon cards, a water bottle, a baseball -- tumbling down the rows of raised benches. woosun cursing as he grips the front of his shin, rubbing at the pain and sighing at the mess of his belongings.
