(S)erenity
Title: Serenity
Pairing: 2U/YunChun
Length: Drabble
Words: 430 words
Rating: G
Genre: Angst, Romance
Disclaimer: Not mine but words and plot; prompt by layla_zala
Warning: It's been a while and I think I lost my 'touch'. Yeah.
Summary: You let him walked away. It's your serenity.
If you’ve the right to blame someone for the situation you’re in now, there’s a certainty that you’d have voted for the maknae’s name.
After all, he’s the one to tell the leader about the well-kept secret you’ve been hiding since that fateful night 3 years ago. Until now.
“ChangMin...he told me, you...me, I -”
You watched as the leader paced in front of you, form helpless, almost defeated. You hated that it’s you who did this to him.
“You know how Min’s like, don’t you YunHo?”
The moment you said those rehearsed line, his pace came to a halt and you found yourself in a staring competition with him.
It’s you who looked away first. He’s always been your weakness. Not that you wanted to declare it out loud.
“I don’t understand.”
You took a deep breath. Those lies you practised if ever he found out (because you knew secret were meant to be broken anyway) were now burning the tip of your tongue.
“I don’t love you, YunHo. I never was to begin with.”
You could be wrong at your observation, but you knew you weren’t when there’s a flash of something inside his eyes. It’s there and if you blinked just a second earlier, you would’ve missed it.
“I see. So what you’re trying to say is that this all was just a big misunderstanding?”
You nodded; not trusting yourself not to crumble down the floor like a fallen sandcastle washed over by waves and answered him with the smooth voice the fans loved you for.
He turned around towards the exit of your dorm three seconds after that and you chose that moment to flee from the scene (you knew you wouldn’t let yourself in the living room again).
It’s then when your hand was on the doorknob of your room that you heard him saying something you wished he didn’t. Not when he had his beautiful fiancée waiting for a perfect life with him behind the door. Not when you had no less than 6 months to live. The tumour was spreading inside your heart too fast.
Irony, you believed when you heard the low thud of the door being closed.
“I would’ve chosen you. You know that.”
You laughed, a bitter taste wrapping the edges of your choked sobs when you’re fast to fall down against the door of your room.
There’s serenity casted all over the room when the sky was crying for you.
You’re nothing less a petty love story he found on one rainy night.
Too bad, he’s your forever love instead.