Searching For The Light: BTOB Changsub x APINK Chorong ✔

Chapter 20

When I woke up, she was gone from the couch and I felt my heart stops beating for a while, but when I got up, feeling like I've just closed my eyes for a few seconds, I found her in the kitchen, making coffee for two.

After she's done and she saw me, she had wordlessly come to me and wrapped her arms around me for a while.

And she didn't have to speak. I knew that it was her way of thanking me for not leaving her side.

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At the funeral, Chorong didn't talk either. His father came, though, and tried to get some words out of her but she only returned a glare to him.

My friends and Bomi came. Jinyoung came and cried some time with Chorong. It was a time I was a little jealous because they shared this thing with the most precious person in Chorong's life that I would never get to know, and yet I knew jealousy has no place there at the moment so I brushed it away.

Their relatives and her mom's friends came, Hayoung and her family. Two days later, Namjoo and Eunji came earlier than they should have been, and they have hugged and weeped together. Both not wanting to leave Chorong's side yet understanding that she needed the time alone to grieve.

One night, when it was just me and Bomi, and a few people who were too busy to be bothered, I stood a few steps away from Chorong, watching her stare into blankness, her eyes red rimmed from cryingㅡBomi had talked to me quietly.

"You're in love again, aren't you?" she asked gently.

It was only then that I averted my eyes away from Chorong. "What?"

Bomi smiled half sadly, half happily. "You just don't simply like her. You're in love with her. She's hurting and it's breaking your heart. Am I right?"

I looked at Chorong again and a small smile spread across my lips. "When I first met her, I didn't know she would become this important to me," I said. "I just want her to be happy again."

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But that won't be happening anytime soon, I know.

It was around two in the morning when Chorong got up. I was making coffee for myself when she came to me. I put down my cup and tucked strands of her hair behind her ears.

"Hey," I said quietly, "Would you like to get some sleep?" I asked.

She shook her head.

"Coffee?" I asked.

She nodded.

Even though I didn't want her to have coffee because it won't help her fall asleep, I just wanted to give her anything she wants at the moment.
So, this is what it felt like when poets fall in love and desire to give the moon to the person they fell in love with.

I want to give the whole universe to Chorong, if I could.

We sat outside on a small bench. The night was chilly despite summer because it rained a bit earlier. I wish the stars shone perfectly, but the skies were only dark.

"I dreamed about mom again," she said and I quickly turned to her because those were the first words she said to me ever since her mom passed away.

"Was it a good dream?" I asked.

She nodded, "When I was a kid, I've always thrown tantrums when mom didn't buy me food I like whenever we went out. I really brought the attitude up until high school. I would always ask her to buy me chicken feet. She always told me it was not healthy, but she didn't resist me anyway," she said and I listened carefully, glad that she was speaking again. "Last night, I dreamed that she bought me chicken feet again and we ate it together..." her voice was soon swallowed by her sobs.

She shut her eyes firmly, tears quietly streaming down her cheeks. "I just miss her so bad."

I pulled her closer to me, giving her shoulder a quick squeeze, and then I kiss her forehead softly. "Of course, you do, and you always will." I told her.

She clutched on my shirt tightly as I give her shoulder gentle pats, hoping to make her feel better.

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When the funeral was over and they have sent Chorong's mother in peace, she went back into not talking to anyone.

Since I've been scolded for skipping my schedules for a few days, I had to go to work and leave her for quite some time. Bomi told me that Chorong came to her karaoke shop, but only to stare at the wall in front of her. She told me that she cried sometimes all of a sudden.

For the next following days, I have worked and prepared for my debut. Chorong still wasn't talking to me or to anyone else. I brought her dinner every night after work, but even her appetite was gone. She rarely ate more than five spoonfuls.

And I was growing more afraid.

The next day when I visited her, she had removed a lot of pictures that used to be displayed in her living room. Her place that used to be so neat is now filled with unfinished food, boxes, laundry and empty mugs everywhere. On her bed, the notebook I gave her rest with tons of crumpled sheets of paper as if she had been trying to write.

Finally, I could pinpoint what I was so afraid aboutㅡI was afraid she would eventually push me out of her life, too. I was afraid that darkness was quickly swallowing her wholly and that I might not be able to save her. I might not be able to become the light she had been for me.

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A/N: surprise update even though it's not friday yet! bcs im sick and im feeling more generous. lol. just kidding

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I SUGGEST WATCHING THE VIDEO ATTACHED TO THIS CHAPTER BECAUSE CHANGRONG IS LIFE. 😂

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