I awake to find no peace of mind
I said, "How do you live as a fugitive down here?"
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"I like this" I point out, making Georgia look up from her magazine to look over mine.

"Now that's fashion" She gets up from her position on her stomach, kneeling "I so need to recreate this look" I look up at her and shake my head with a smile on my face at how devoted she was to her craft. Truly.

My gaze leaves Georgia and goes to the two guys who walk into my room. Both of them invite themselves to join us, sitting on my bed.

My eyes leave Minho who looks down at me, going to the magazine again but soon it was pulled from my gaze. I look to Jeongin who starts to flip through it.

"Dick, I was looking at that"

"Most of these are hideous" He states his opinion.

Georgia scoffs "You don't get to judge anyone's fashion sense when all you wear is sweats and hoodies" She spat. Jeongin rolled his eyes and put the magazine down.

"Fair" Jeongin admits, "Where are all the snacks?"

Georgia looks towards the door and back to Jeongin, both of them giving a certain look before making a beeline out the door and I'm assuming to the kitchen.

"They need serious prayers" Minho mutters as he shakes his head, a small smile on his face.

I sit up from my previous position "I think we need it more if we plan to survive in the same apartment as them" I reply to him and Minho looks at me and we both laugh lowly.

It surprising to me how quickly Minho seems to fit in here. Well, I guess not surprising considering he's Minho and he seems to fit in everywhere. A part of me envies him for it. He never stuck out like a sore thumb but he also never blended into the crowd either. He just fit perfectly and sometimes made the atmosphere in the room a tad bit better.

The sound of my phone vibrating against the wooden nightstand, made me inhale deeply "Gonna get that?" Minho looks at me, amused at my irritation.

"Fun little fact, I hate the sound of my phone going off" I pull my gaze away from Minho as I lean over to grab my phone.

"Oh really?" I could practically hear the interest in his voice. Like always, taking a mental note of my likes and dislikes like I was some sort of a puzzle he was trying to piece together.

I look over the screen and furrow my brows, "It's my mom" I said out loud, confusion laced in my words. "She never calls me—" I look up to meet his clueless eyes, looking down and answering the call. "Mom?"

"Hey sweetie" Her voice calmed my growing nerves, but still I was taken aback by why she was calling me.

"Hey..." I finally offer, "Everything okay?"

"Yeah, of course, Jisung" She reassured me, "I just wanted to ask why you haven't answered any of your dad's calls?"

I scoff lightly and shake my head "That's why you're calling me?" I look up to meet Minho's eyes that grow with worry, looking away "I don't have time to talk about this—"

"Jisung he is your father and you should really take advantage of the times he's willing to call" Her voice is stern, much like how it was when she would tell me to not rely on others.

I stand up and off the bed, "I'm sorry Mom, looks like I'm taking independence too seriously" I end the call and walk out of the room. I swallowed harshly at the unwanted lump in my throat. I can't cry, it was so stupid to cry.

I get to the front door and kneel, putting on my shoes. I just need out. I need to breathe and clear my head.

I look over to Minho who is doing the same and he says "I don't want you to go alone, it's getting late" We both stand and I turn away from him, opening the door and walking out.

"That's exactly what I want to be right," I tell him, "Alone" I let out a sad chuckle "Hopefully I will get kidnapped or something" I mumble.

"That's not ideal, considering how many years I plan to annoy you"

I stop and turn to face him "Just shut up," I say harshly. Immediately felt bad when I met his gaze that was completely trained on me. Worried for me. I inhale deeply "Fine, follow me all you want just—just let me think" I turn back around and allow him to catch up beside me.

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Minho's POV
I listened to him. I shut the fuck up and followed him like I was some guard dog but I wasn't fooling anyone. I was never someone people were scared of. I was the one who lit up the room, not scaring it. Not making it tense or uncomfortable.

I followed beside him and he didn't say a word. Keeping his own word and staying in his head. I could practically feel his negative thoughts surrounding him.

I wanted to speak, to tell him that he could talk to me—trust me with his deepest darkest secrets and I will forever keep them. Take them to my grave and feel so goddamn lucky I was the one he confided in. Like some sort of reward. That's what it feels like, not in a weird objectifying way.

I shove my hand into my pocket as we near a park, truthfully I don't recognize our surroundings anymore. The more we walked the more I stopped paying any attention. My attention was on him.

His relationship with his mom was odd, for me I guess because my mom called and texted me nonstop ever since I moved away. She worries for me. See, his mom doesn't seem to keep in touch much with him. He was surprised when she called earlier.

We walk through the park and I look over to him again. His cheeks tint a shade deeper from the cold air, along with the tip of his nose. He didn't seem to pay any mind to where we walked as well and if I hadn't come along, he would've for sure been lost.

I stopped walking and for some reason that coaxed him out of his thoughts to look over at me. A lot like he was aware of my presence after all. For a moment I thought he had forgotten all about me, too stuck in his head.

I motioned to the bench, "Let's sit down" I told him and he listened immediately. Taking a seat on the wooden bench in this empty park that I've never seen in all the three years I've lived here.

I sit beside him and sigh lowly, my eyes drawing back to him as he stares off into the distance. He was so vulnerable right now. So quiet and emotionless. I think he was dealing with it all in his head, not showing any of it on the surface. Afraid to. I've never seen him like this. So caught up in his head. I hated it.

I watch as he inhales deeply, taking in all the crisp air that surrounds us and I hope he won't end up sick in the morning.

"My dad left my mom when she got pregnant with me" Jisung finally says, I felt a relief to hear his voice again. I didn't realize how much I had missed hearing it. This ain't about me. "He was never really in our life but sometimes—I don't know he would try to get in contact with us and my mom allowed it" His eyes meet mine, "She allowed for him to come back even though he would never stay and it would just repeat over and over again" His voice wobbles and this makes him look away and grimace like he was in pain. He was in pain.

"Is that why she called you tonight?" I hesitantly ask him.

To my surprise, he nods immediately. "Yeah," He says lowly. Jisung looks down and shrugs "I'd like to believe it's why we moved so much, she hated how a place would feel like him so we would move. He would come back and leave... we move again" Jisung chuckles lightly and looks at me. His eyes glistened with tears that he held in, "It's exhausting... I got exhausted and so when I had the chance to leave I took it but everything has consequences"

"You did it for you," I tell him, "Like you had told me, choosing yourself isn't always a bad thing"

"But I lost her" His brows push together. His demeanor was tense. "I lost my mom" He frowns, looking away and up at the sky, "She was all I had growing up. My only parent, only friend. I'm lucky if I get two calls from her in the same month and even then it's all about her" I bite back what I wanted to tell him, afraid to upset him. He needs someone to listen. For once he needs to be listened to instead of holding it in.

"Tell me about it" I offer, "Tell me about your mom"

Jisung doesn't pull his gaze away from the night sky. A small smile starts to play on his face when he says "When my dad would leave, she would tell me how we needed to move again. I hated moving and she knew this so we could always climb up to the roof and lay down. We would stare up at the stars." Jisung pauses for a moment before continuing "She would tell me that no matter where we are in the world, we are under the same sky and to remember to always stay true to myself"

"Do you?" My words make him snap his gaze to mine, "Do you stay true to yourself?"

Jisung looks over my face and shrugs "I don't really know anymore" He admits to me, "I'd like to believe I do"

The silence takes over us once again, his gaze is strong. It always was and I used to hate it. Not actually, I just hated how much effect it has had on me. It made me annoyingly talkative, fidgety, and sometimes overwhelmed.

Yet, I hated when he looked away even more. Pulling his focus back to the sky when he continued to talk "My mom also used to say that everyone had a lucky star, said you'll know which one is yours because it shines the brightest for you"

I look up to the sky. I never paid much attention to the sky at night until now, noticing how it lacked stars tonight,  "Well, where's yours?" I ask curiously. Needing to know.

Jisung grows silent and I look over at him, he looks away and shakes his head. "I never found mine" He opens up but my brows push together and I frown. He doesn't speak again, not for a while before he turns to me. "But tonight I did" For some reason, I couldn't help but feel like he was nervous right now.

My brows raise "Yeah?" I smile, "Where?" I looked back up to the sky but still, I didn't seem to understand because there were no stars.

"You" I freeze, not from the cold weather but because of his words. "I think you might be my lucky star" I look at him, listening to every word "You didn't need to come with me tonight but you did because you didn't want me to be alone, thank you" His words soften me up. He was no longer tense but the sadness in his eyes still lingered.

"Of course" Is all I could muster up, swallowing harshly. Feeling pathetic I became speechless. I clear my throat, "It's an honor to be your lucky star Ji" I give him a soft smile, trying to lift his mood. I don't remember when I became such a joking person, maybe it was when I met him.

My words make Jisung break into a soft chuckle, "You're a dork" He calls me and I couldn't help but smile deeper because at least I was his lucky star and maybe occasionally a dork but only around him.

[Song rec - Spies by Coldplay]