It's late at night, when Wooyoung's back hits the hard concrete of the runway and he sighs, arms crossing underneath his head as he makes himself comfortable. The stars above twinkle and shine and he'd swear they'd blind him if they were just a tad bit brighter against the dark void. It's silent, and the pilot doesn't know what to feel anymore. In the end, it's been two weeks since he had shared a kiss with the royal Colonel, and two weeks since he'd last seen him, for that matter. It stings a tad bit, and has his heart throbbing painfully, but figures that maybe for San, it was a mistake all along because if it wasn't, he would've contacted him, right? Right? He's not sure, but he doesn't want to think about it either, as his eyes search for the familiar shimmering constellation somewhere in the void.

It was a good day, he thinks. There were many duties to be done, and the crews were able to draw for a new Crew leader again - it was to no use though, the air squadron won General Jung once again and although most men groaned in displeasure upon finding out, Wooyoung realized that he didn't care one bit. It's like there's nothing that could go worse any further; General Jung took up a mere percent of all Wooyoung's struggles and he'd learned to please the man quickly and efficiently, with zero attitude and minimal response. The older man liked it, because it meant Wooyoung understood; that he had listened the very first time he'd given out commands. Wooyoung had found out that Jaehyun could be pleased in many other ways also. It's the little 'thank you's' one wouldn't pay much attention to, it's the subtle nods and smiles that would get the higher ranked man to cave in slightly; that would have him be more tolerable toward him. Wooyoung had learned this early on, and had been practicing the same routines ever since. Maybe that's why he'd never really been on Jung's bad side. Maybe that's why he simply doesn't care.

The pilot bends his knees and straightens his back where he lays, as his blonde hair splays all around his head. It's late, maybe three in the morning, and he finds himself wide awake, not tired despite the hard work he'd done that afternoon and he sighs, eyes still combing through the familiar void. If he'd focus long enough, he'd see the Milky Way running down the night sky and he thinks he could touch it if he'd just close his eyes and wish, thinks that maybe he'd be finally able to run free with his dreams and desires, but there is a crunch and a shy hello, when his eyes snapped shut. Wooyoung opens them again and throws his head back, so he rests his crown against the concrete, and there stands a man, just a couple meters away from him.

  Jongho.

"Ah, Captain-" And Wooyoung stops him there with a glare, shaking his head because there is no way Jongho will be referring to him as that. They're more than colleagues, and besides, he hates honorifics anyways. "Wooyoung... why are you up at this hour?" And it's informal now, but the pilot likes it, as he sits up on his spot and wordlessly motions for the other to sit just beside him. It's silent for a short minute, as the younger man gets himself situated on the runway, and the kid turns his head to stare at the man with worry written all over his face. Wooyoung shifts, uncomfortable under the piercing gaze, but sighs nevertheless, leaning back on his elbows to look up again.

"I could ask you the same thing, now, Jongho," The man mutters in response, gaze once again stuck at the void and Jongho follows, confusion replacing the previous worry because how the hell does the Captain read in those stars. The young pilot snickers then, but keeps sitting with his legs crossed, hands trying to warm up in the pits of his knees, and it's silent again. He thinks then, that maybe Wooyoung was never as bright and loud as he'd always seen him. Maybe it's only Mingi that gets this side out of the Commander, maybe the man finds peace in the universe and Jongho thinks how pure this man must be. "I just needed to think, you know? It's been long since I've gone home, and I really miss it," Wooyoung then finally answers the long forgotten question, because Jongho really didn't care as much. It's the cold breeze that's bothering him, and the fact that his Squadron leader is laying there in just a t-shirt and his camo training pants. "I'm thinking of taking a break,"

Jongho nods, because he understands. The longest he'd gone without heading home was about two months and that was only because of an injury, having Jongho bedridden. Even then, however, his mother was given a special pass to come and see her only son, and after that Jongho was free to go back to his usual monthly visits. He'd always leave for a week at the end of each month, and last week was no exception. The young pilot doesn't even want to imagine the longing pain Wooyoung must have been feeling for these past seven years; the pilot had never left, not even for festivals or Lunar New year, and the only time he'd been able to see his family was on one of those Open Door days, when his father would come to see the jets. It happened twice only, and Wooyoung had never had the time to talk to his father for more than five minutes; it was always a duty he'd have to finish then, and it would have him required to leave for the rest of the day. The realization hit Jongho, and he'd finally spared a glance to the man beside him. "You deserve it, Wooyoung,"

And Wooyoung nods there, fingers picking at the stray grass growing in between the cracked asphalt. He hums and thinks again, then has Jongho lay down next to him and he extends the previously busy hand toward the night sky. Wooyoung points his finger at a particularly bright star pointing North-East, and Jongho hums silently, before the silence is broken. "That's Vega. If you ever find yourself lost, follow it. You will always end up here," The Captain mumbles, and Jongho watches him splay up his hand and sees him slide it more towards the North-East, where the younger sees a box-like formation followed by something that makes him think of a tail. "That's Draconis. Her tail separates Ursa Minor and Ursa Major, two very important constellations. Remember them," the older asks of the other pilot, smiling gently when he notices Jongho nodding.

"You're going to be a great Captain,"