my only love

my eyes are stinging as I stare at the screen , just an another all nighter 

my eyes want to close , to sleep , but I force them open to edit the photos 

I  keep on editing , twerking the colors in the pictures to make them perfect , till the stinging gets to much,

I  bring two fingers too massage the eye balls , i can feel a headache brewing right behind the eyes .

I am exhausted 

I sit back up, straighten my back , to keep on working .

'if  I bring down the saturation a bit then-'

and then the one voice I  haven't heard in forever rings out in  the silent  studio  , like when the cherry blossoms shudder in the strong wind and flutter down 

its the ringtone for him, a song he sung .

 strange , its been so long since he has  called me, since that song has been played out loud .

i look at the clock . 

'5 am' glares back at me .

i pick up the phone and place it on my ears , and stay in silence , all i hear on the other side is familiar breathing .

soon a soft breathy chuckle breaks in as if hesitant to break the silence 

"awake?" it questions 

"hmmm"

silence again .

"hey Jung Wookjin? "

"say"

"nothing "

"hmm?"

"i have nothing to say "

i cant help but huff out a chuckle 

"then why did u call me "

" cause i wanted to "

this time i laugh out loud , it rings out in the room, like a bell, echoing in the corner . the silence no longer deafening .

the sequence of words all to familiar 

"how dare you use my own words against me Park Jisung "

"now you know how that feels"

silence again 

"its 5 am you know " he breathes , shuffling of sheets can be heard .

he is laying in his bed 

"hmm i do "

"hmm

" why are you awake again then "

"again?"

" a little bird-........ okay not so little , 

a rather huge and scary bird named kyubin told me that someone fainted from exhaustion few days ago, but they have ~no intention what so ever to change their routine ~ so i thought i would call and see "

I hummed back 

" so you did have something to say ~"

"wookjin"

"don't worry, I just have to send these pictures in by tomorrow after editing them "

sound of a car passing by below window ripples in 

"do you really have to send them in by tomorrow ?"

my eyes tear away form the part of the wall I was staring , imagining his face,