The Wednesday morning is sunny again. It looks like everybody knows the darker, rainy days and chilly weather are near with streets filled with people, lots of them walking their dogs or jogging in their sporty clothes.

I step out of that very same café, a plastic cup in hand and straw between my lips as I'm staring into my phone, searching for some good music that would suit that bright moment.

I'm sure we all know the feeling that comes with nice weather, good mood and peace in our souls which, when put all together, bring a smile to our faces and we can almost feel the wings growing on our backs, spreading wide and making us ready to fly high in the sky and get lost in there with that happiness and relief only.

Finally, I tap on the right song, it playing straight into my ears. I slide my phone into my back pocket, looking up to appreciate the beauty around me fully, corners of my lips up as I sip on my iced coffee some more.

After the breakup, I learned how to adore whatever fate brings my way. Let it be sunny days or the darkness outside with clouds covering the sky and rain pouring from it. When something breaks, I try to laugh it off, same with embarassing myself a bit and all the rest.

The world wasn't ending after all.

The memories of Saturday night are back and I'm glad I'm just standing, waiting for the green to show up and let me go further. Because my mind goes back, I get paralysed and I start thinking...

Wouldn't it be nice if it was ending though?

I shake my head a little, raising the volume of the song. I get lost in its sound, letting it swallow me like deep dark ocean waves. Except for now, these waters are sweet and don't hurt.

Having crossed the road, my steps head to the entrance to the big building, its spectacular architecture catching one's eye easily.

And then I come face to face with... him.

He stops just like I do. We both noticed each other at the very same second. Both our jaws drop, eyes wide and not daring to close as if we were seeing a ghost that'll disappear the moment we blink. Everything stops, it's just the two of us stuck meters away from each other, trying to process wha- no, who we are looking at.

And suddenly all the memories of that night flood my mind again.

My heart starts beating faster as all the words I've been trying to push away knock air out of my lungs

Those lips on mine, hands brushing against my waist, holding it in such a soft yet harsh and somehow also delicate way. Loud music, darkness dancing along our curves with lights just like we were tip toeing on the verge of time that had us wrapped around its fingers, running by so fast yet slow at once, making our heads spin. The delicious emotions and the roughness of that kiss as we were caught in each other's breath, slowly losing ourselves in the taste of alcohol and cigarettes mixing with the sweetness of lust and carelessness.

I grab the straps of my backpack, almost spilling my coffee at the process. And for the first time, I am the one running away from him, tripping on the stairs and almost falling as I dash into the building of the faculty where Seungmin apparently studies as well.

—★—

"Yes, Jin?"

"Won, I think I'm fucked. But like... so bad." My eyes fall shut as my heart is beating oh so fast. I still hadn't caught my breath fully.

I'm sitting on the floor of a toilet cubicle, hair sticking to my forehead. My backpack is thrown next to my messily spread out legs, opened with half of its content being too close to falling to the ground from how I rummaged through it to find the phone I was now convulsively holding in my shaking hand, the display pressed to my cheek as I was afraid it would slip out of my grasp. Of course, I had to forget that the device was in my back pocket all that time but I didn't have the time to pack my stuff again. My back is leaning on the door, head bent back, sweat dripping down my face. I just dashed in, locked myself inside and then slid to the floor for my legs not being able to hold me up anymore.

"Jinnie, calm down and breathe first for me, alright?"

"S-Sure," I nod my head even though she can't see it. "I-I'm sorry..."

"Don't be and take a breath first."

My body is trembling. I open my eyes but my focus is so blurry, that's why I rather close them again. "I... I'm afraid I can't-"

"It's okay. Just... Where are you right now?"

I scoff, embarassed for myself and the state I am in. It's been so long since I was panicking like this for the last time. "The faculty," I can't say more than just those few words without stuttering.

"In the restrooms, I suppose?"

I only hum in response.

"What floor?"

"The second."

"Damn," she drags out and I hear her whistle in amazement. "How did you make it that far?" There's some shuffeling on the other side before she screams Yeojin's name.

"Don't ask me." My left palm is pressed against my forehead now, fingers twitching uncontrollably above my hair.

"Okay, Yeojin is getting ready and we're on our way. Can you wait for us?"

"B-Bold of y-you... to a-assume... I-I can st-stand up." I hate the way my tongue is so heavy, almost numb even. "Shit," I whisper, feeling so embarassed, "I'm just... s-so sor-rry, Won."

"It's okay, Jin. Just don't leave, okay? I'll hand you to Yeojin for a second now."

"Hi, Jinnie. Is everything alright?"

"I w-wish it wa-was." My fingers try to pull the hair tie out of my locks. It takes them a while to succeed.

"What happened?"

"Don't ask him now and come on," I hear Chaewon say before her voice gets louder - she takes the phone back. "We'll be there in few minutes, okay?"

"S-Sure."

"Is your breathing better?"

"Just... a b-bit."

"Even that is a success." Keys rumble and soon after that, I hear the noise of cars, buses, trams or trolleys or... I don't even care what is it but I know where they are - they got on the streets.

We stay on the line until Chaewon finally says that holy sentence: "We're here. Can you go out?"

"I-"

"Fuck this, Won, don't act like it's our first time going to the boys' toilets."

Chaewon laughs a little. "You heard her?"

"Y-You bet I di-did."

It doesn't take long and I hear quick footsteps in the empty halls. Someone opens the door while the line gets cut off.

"Jinnie?"

With a sigh, I reach up to turn the catch on the lock. "Here," my voice is really quiet and weak and I hate it so much.

I almost fall as the door gets opened, my body losing all its support.

"Oh, watch out there," Yeojin laughs as she catches me.

"Warn me... the next time," I whisper, leaning into her familiar touch, breathing in her scent.

She pats my head, holding me closer to her. "Sorry, I'll do so the next time."

"So... What happened?" Chaewon steps over me, going to pick up my stuff. She packs it and zips the backpack up before slinging it over her shoulder.

"I- I..." My body is still convulsing so much, there's a rope hugging my lungs in a suffocating embrace.

"It's alright, Hyunjin. It's alright. Just breathe with me." I feel Yeojin's fingers brushing my hair and my eyes fall shut, I try to focus on her instructions only.

After a while, my muscles finally rest. I'm not trembling anymore and air is passing through my nose and mouth without being cut off somewhere in the throat. "Thank you," I sigh, still half-laid on my friend who's been crouched down next to me that whole time, her arms wrapped around my torso, offering me the feeling of familiar touch which brings comfort and peace.

"Glad to help. Now let's get up, shall we?"

I part my eyelids, my gaze first landing on Chaewon who's giving me a supportive smile, her hand held out in my direction. "Come on, let's leave it here."

I thank them again as they pull me up from that cold, disgusting floor.

"How did you even manage to stay there for so long with that obsessive compulsive brain of yours?" Yeojin shakes her head and I shrug my shoulders.

"I don't have an idea, to be frank."

Yeojin is hugging my arm as we walk into the empty halls - everybody has a lecture or is working on their own stuff I suppose, lots of people might've went to get some food as well. I'm glad we don't get to meet anyone as the halls are usually full of people.

Guess I'm lucky, I think in irony.

"Let's get you to yours and you'll get changed, alright?"

And guess I have some really attentive friends.

I stop crumpling the white shirt that feels so dirty at the moment.

Yeojin shakes hear head. "I'm studying psychology, Hyunjin," she rolls her eyes. "You really thought I wouldn't notice?"

I don't answer. I can't seem to have the energy for it so I just keep quiet and try to make my legs move on, making one step after another.

We get outside.

"You know what? Give it to me," she signals to my shirt as I keep on playing with its hem.

I nod my head, taking it off, breeze caressing my arms as I'm wearing a sleeveless top under. I can feel relief wash over me.

She ties the shirt around her waist, grabbing my arm again. "And now let's hurry up. We'll be there real quick if we catch the bus-"

"Wait, no. Just... No people right now."

Chaewon laughs at my simple words, brushing my hair which puts me at ease a bit. "Sure. Let's walk there then, shall we?"

"I think we have to," Yeojin makes a long face.

I open my mouth and she burns me with her stare. "Don't you dare to apologise, you've done nothing wrong."

I look up to the sky and for some reason, it's not as colorful as it was on my way here.