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“Why are you even crying?” Wooyoung suddenly threw at him.
“Because I fucking love you, Wooyo’! I love you with my whole fucking soul, and like an idiot, I can’t seem to get over it.” -
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Wooyoung had died.
The tears had stopped. The screams had been stifled. The pain had numbed. The rage had cooled down.
San was left empty.
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Whisky tasted okay on Mingi’s lips. Just because they were full, warm, and delicate. San made a show of grimacing, for the sake of their usual banter.
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There is a man in the tree, hiding between the branches, only the barrel of his gun peeking out. His teeth and eyes gleam in the darkness. His pale skin reflects moonlight in stripes, his camouflage not quite effective.
“They’re in the trees,” San mutters under his breath.It is raining bullets.
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There was that cliché that one day, one would find their other half. Their smile would outshine the sun. The light would hit their eyes just right. The wind would mess their hair pretty. They’d pull their partner into a meadow full of bright green grass, and flowers, and dandelions. Flyaway cherry blossoms would surround them. There was that idea that for as long as they’d be together, they’d find it in themselves to smile.
There were two stars, Jingnyeo and Gyeonu. If the Earth’s soil was to be humid, it was from the tears their annual goodbye brought.
There were two boys, San and Wooyoung.
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Or they’re the definition of right person and wrong time.
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That sketchbook had caused it all.
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Something about the darkness, the silence.
Something about the calmness and both their presence.
Something about being together, exhausted, but together.
Something about a tired smile, a reassurance, in the depth of the night.
Something about it made San and Hongjoong feel alright.- Words:
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San was nine years old when his grandparents decided to raise him. But at nine years old, it was too late. Something was already wrong with him.
Seonghwa screamed, and screamed, and screamed. He never woke up from the nightmare he lived in, though.- Words:
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