Ad Astra: The Theory Of Relativity | An Interstellar Ateez story
Part I | Part II | Part III | Park IV | Part V | Part VI (Words 1442, Warnings: swearing)
It’s dusk by the time most of Yunho’s friends have wished him a ‘Happy Birthday’ and headed off home. It left two figures alone near the corn fields, drinking what’s left of Hongjoong’s maize beer stash.
Wooyoung is watching them through the back window, neither subtle or as hidden as he thinks he is.
“Hongjoong, it’s The Guy!”
“What guy?”
“The tall one Yunho has a crush on! The one who rides the motorbike!” Wooyoung hisses, beckoning his older brother over to spy on the scene unfolding in their backyard. “They’re talking!”
Hongjoong puts the rest of the dishes away before coming over to peer out the window.
Sure enough, there was Yunho, sitting on one of the fence posts that surrounds the corn fields. He’s smiling and laughing at something a tall guy is saying. He looks happy. They’re a bit too far away to hear the whole conversation but even if they could, Hongjoong knows he should probably give his brother some privacy at a time like this.
“Come on, leave him alone.” He says, dragging Wooyoung away by the scruff of his sweater. “Help me tidy the rest of this stuff.”
“What? No, wait!” Wooyoung protests, resisting the request by ducking out of his sweater entirely until Hongjoong is just holding the limp piece of clothing in his hand.
“Wooyoung, stop watching them-“
“Oh no……he’s frowning, he looks sad, Hongjoong something’s wrong….”
It’s then that Hongjoong leans to look out the window again, curiosity getting the better of him. There’s a wide distance between Yunho and the other Guy now, and judging from the way Yunho is frowning and staring at the ground while the other Guy is awkwardly shuffling his feet, it wasn’t going well at all.
“Do you think he got rejected?” Wooyoung asks, “Who does that? On a birthday?!”
Before Hongjoong can form an answer, the Guy is turning around to walk back into the house, no doubt to say his goodbyes. Wooyoung is yanked away from the window at the last minute and they both pretend to clean the kitchen table when the Guy shuffles in.
“Um, thanks for inviting me, um Mr Kim, I’ll get going now.”
Hongjoong ignores the overly formal address and does his best to put on a polite civil face and ask if this punk ass kid who just broke his brother’s fragile heart would be okay to ride home.
“Yeah, I’ll be okay. My new girlfriend would kill me if I drank too much anyway.”
Oh.
It’s a pointed remark, too specific to be casual, but casual enough to masquerade as some kind of explanation without having to do any of the hard work.
They wish him goodnight and thank him for coming to what would be a day that Yunho probably just wants to forget.
As soon as the front door closes and they can hear a bike tear down the dirt track of their driveway, Wooyoung throws his tea towel down in defeat.
“He’s going to hate us for throwing this party isn’t he?” The teenager asks miserably. “He didn’t even want to have it and now he’s sad. Should I go out there and cheer him up or something?”
Hongjoong shakes his head, planning to go comfort his brother himself, but before either of them could move, they notice there was still one more kid here.
***
“Hey, you okay?”
Yunho is relieved when he recognises the voice and knows it isn’t attached to any harm but he just doesn’t want to talk. The heavy silence stretches on for too long and it's only out of courtesy that he finally makes a noise to acknowledge the question, stopping short of elaborating with an actual answer because he doesn’t have one.
Wooyoung and Hongjoong had insisted on throwing him a small 18th birthday party at the house and spent the day rigging up fairy lights near the back cornfields. They told Yunho to invite his classmates and friends, and he did so obediently, but now he wishes he just said no like he had wanted to.
It wasn’t all bad, he got some cool gifts and it was nice to see his friends before they all parted ways on their journey into adulthood. Hongjoong had somehow gotten a crate of maize beer and their Uncles sent over vintage snacks that nobody had seen in about five years.
As the sun set rusty orange and the music slowed down into something more comfortable, the initially chaos faded away into a mellow buzz. Or maybe that was just because most of the maize beer was gone by then.
His place in the world was beautiful at that exact moment; warm and sugar cozy, surrounded by familiar friends, comfortable in his familiar environment with the reassuring rustle of corn stalks in the background. He could see his two brothers inside the kitchen, no doubt bickering about whether or not Wooyoung was allowed to drink any maize beer when it wasn’t even his birthday.
Yunho could be forgiven for feeling optimistic and hopeful.
A fool’s hope, it turned out to be.
He had never been friends with Yugyeom. They weren’t even that close. But the tall classmate had helped Yunho in woodworking and home economics class enough times for a deep-seated-one-sided crush to develop. In hindsight the friendliness was just a misinterpretation after all.
When all the other boys and girls started going on dates, he had wondered why he wasn’t doing the same. Rumours and gossip of who-was-dating-who barely registered on his radar, partly because he was busy grieving his parents, but mostly because he ate lunch with Mingi and Wooyoung most days, and those two nerds were always talking about anime and video games.
Maybe if he had paid some attention, he’d have known that Yugyeom had a new girlfriend and maybe he would’ve stopped himself from asking and maybe he wouldn’t have completely humiliated himself at his own birthday party.
But he did.
It was small mercy by the grace of the Universe that no-one else was around to see it.
But here he was again, in the exact same place with the same people. Somehow always feeling like an outsider looking at other people living the life he wishes he could live too.
There’s a slight creak on the wooden fence post as another body sits down next to him, facing the other way, towards the vastness of the cornfield that seemed to stretch on forever in the evening dusk.
The sky was a deep blue now, it was still too hazy to see many stars yet and the thought makes Yunho feel lonelier than ever but at least the fairy lights were still on and provided just enough to illuminate the familiar angles of the presence beside him.
“You want to talk about it?”
Yunho shakes his head. “How much did you see?”
“Not much. I just came out to say goodnight but he was already talking to you and the next thing I know, he left and you’re still out here.”
“I don’t really want to talk about it.”
“Okay.”
“Don’t tell anyone.”
“I wasn’t going to.”
“Okay.”
There’s a long pause where they just sit in silence. It's not completely uncomfortable but Yunho wishes the day would just end already.
“Since you’re already depressed, it won't matter if I make it worse right?”
“I guess...”
“Okay, so I found that limited edition Batman comic you wanted-“
"What-"
“-but your brother opened it by accident. So he already read it. Sorry.”
Maybe because his thoughts were shaken up so violently inside him, maybe because he was so confused by the emotional whiplash, maybe because he just doesn’t really give a shit anymore, maybe Wooyoung being a menace was so reassuring in its predictability that Yunho lets the laughter bubble out of him all ugly and loud and cathartic.
The release felt good.
“That little shit.”
“At least he had a good birthday, even if it was meant to be yours.”
Yunho chuckles sadly. “One of us should have a good one I guess.”
There’s hesitation before he hears the clink of glass. “Well, you can still have a good one if you want. Do you know how hard it was to smuggle this past your brother?”
‘This’ turns out to be a small bottle of maize whiskey. Yunho stares at it in disbelief.
“How the hell did you get this?”
“You really don’t wanna know.”
A gentle breeze ruffles by them and when Yunho finally looks up, for the first time since they started talking, Mingi is grinning mischievously at him, so bright and sparkling in energy, despite the blue darkness that surrounds them, that Yunho can’t help but smile back.
"...thanks."
“Happy birthday, loser.”
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