When Things are Perfect [One-shot]
Title: When Things are Perfect
Genre: Angst
Warning: Ghost!AU
Pairing: Donghae/Hyukjae, Leeteuk/Hyukjae, mentions of Hyoyeon/Hyukjae
Rating: PG-13 [for minor sexual references]
Summary: Hyukjae just wants the perfect thing in his life to never end.
[A/N: For tees2mai as a response to her wishlist. The prompt was the song ‘Swans’ by unklebob. But I think I really didn’t do justice to it… But here it is anyway because this is really, really late. Sorry Tee!]
He doesn’t know when this terrible love began. Or even how it began. He just knows that it did, and now it’s a fact of life that he never wants ending.
Except, it does.
~*~
Donghae is a ghost. A true, blue ghost, except that he isn’t blue. He’s a bit pale and see-through, and fuzzy at the edges, sure. But other than the fact that he’s wearing fashion outdated from ten years, and that he never ages, he looks everything like a human, and nothing like a pale, white sheet, or a monster with ten eyes or a glowing neon-green ball.
Hyukjae is his human, or at least, that what Hyukjae likes to think. Because Donghae says that he’s connected to Hyukjae for some reason, and he can’t exist beyond 10 meters of Hyukjae. And because Donghae just can’t be ‘his ghost’ - like a boy and ‘his dog’, because really, Hyukjae is the one who is dependent on Donghae.
Donghae has been there since Hyukjae could even claim to say ‘I remember’. He was that guardian angel - the surprising and mysterious fall of a pot that allowed Mrs Lee to turn around just in time to prevent two-year old Hyukjae from pulling down a shelf of knives. He was the imaginary friend that Hyukjae told all his troubles to, and imparted all the worldly wisdom a six-year old could understand in his own way. He was that special secret a twelve year old had, doing all the things that he had always done, except Hyukjae had grown up just a little - enough to know that the world didn’t look kindly to day-dream taken seriously.
By fourteen, Hyukjae had stopped having that itch in his stomach to tell someone about Donghae, because, he knew then that Donghae was something he wanted all to himself.
Things are perfect. Perfect in the way that you can see this staying as a constant in your life. Perfect in that you know that there will be some changes here and there, but there will be nothing major in it. That you will continue down this road until the end of your, maybe more, because it will outlast even your life.
And this is the kind of perfect that is most painful when it shatters.
And it is also the kind of perfect that it always will.
~*~
It starts when Hyukjae is eighteen. He is giving Donghae a glare for laughing as he trips over nothing (unfortunately, having a ghost as a best friend doesn’t help your balance much), and when that soft voice calls, he’s distracted for a moment, trying to cover it up.
The girl’s name takes a while to come into his head. Hyoyeon. Right. Hyoyeon. Female counterpart to his ‘dance machine’ reputation in school. They were both leaders in the dance club - him in charge of the guys, her in charge of the girls.
“Oppa.” She says, and Hyukjae realizes that she’s holding out an envelope to him. He takes it, blinking at her unusual behavior. The Hyoyeon he knew, the bad-ass dancer with the meanest popping moves he’s ever seen, just didn’t blush and scurry away like a love-struck fangirl. She just didn’t.
Except that she just did.
Hyukjae is standing there with the envelope in his hand, absolutely dumb-struck as Donghae leans close from where he’d be keeping a close distance away, and sniffs at it.
“Hmm… strawberry.” And Donghae grins. “Looks like you just got a confession.”
~*~
Donghae’s right, obviously. But Hyukjae just doesn’t know what to do with it. All signs point to Hyukjae going out with her. She’s smart, well-liked, friendly, and Hyukjae had admitted to Donghae several times he thought that Hyoyeon was hot (although admittedly, Hyukjae only remembers this after Donghae reminds him). But somehow, he just doesn’t find the thought of it really all that attractive.
It’s only with Donghae’s constant prodding and pushing and words of “Come on! You don’t get a confession like this from a hot girl everyday!” that he finally call Hyoyeon and asks her out.
They’re the talk of the school the very next day. The ‘dream couple’, meant for each other. There’s no hate mail sent to Hyoyeon, although Hyukjae has unknowingly had many, many fangirls. And there’s no guys beating Hyukjae up for not being good enough for Hyoyeon either. Hyukjae doesn’t really see all the fuss actually, but he and Hyoyeon get along well enough, so he doesn’t complain. They go out on normal couple things - lunches, dinners, walks in the park, and of course, fun dance battles in the dance room.
Then, Hyoyeon ends it after one month.
She says its something about Hyukjae not having her in his heart, and Hyukjae doesn’t understand. She says that ‘it’s okay, I guess you didn’t really like me that much’ and Hyukjae wonders how she knew.
They part amicably enough, although a friend asks him later why Hyoyeon was crying alone at the back of the school. He supposes he should be sad as well, because, after all, he just got dumped. But he doesn’t.
He’s sitting on his bed, just staring, a blank look on his face, when Donghae sits down as well.
“Hey, it’s alright to cry you know.” Donghae misinterprets the lost look on Hyukjae’s face. “At least, while I’m here and we’re alone. There’s no one to see except me, and you know I won’t tell any living soul.”
Hyukjae blinks when he feels that tell-tale tingle on his skin. He looks down to see Donghae’s hand hovering over his. Donghae can’t hold his hand, obviously, because he’s a ghost and there are rules to this kind of interaction between the worlds of the living and the dead. But Hyukjae has felt the comfort of the tingly feeling he gets whenever Donghae is close - close to the point where immaterial hovers over his skin.
Because Donghae expects it, he shed a tear, and pretends to be despondent, even though, really, he’s happy inside.
~*~
They both equally puzzled, when three years down the line, and none of the relationships Hyukjae is in really works out. They’re all pretty girls, although of differing personality. But all of them walk out of Hyukjae’s life with the reason that Hyukjae is just not interested enough.
It is when the girl named Jessica broke up with him, in the most dramatic exit someone had ever made in his life, and Donghae is expecting him to be totally broken down, that Hyukjae confesses to him that he doesn’t feel anything after being dumped.
Finally, after two days of hard thinking, Donghae comes to the conclusion that maybe, Hyukjae is actually interested in guys.
It’s a little like a revelation, and Hyukjae thinks Donghae is right. He gets along better with guys, and sometimes catching himself checking out those airbrushed male models that girls usually go ga-ga over.
So, for the first time, he goes out with a guy.
His name is Leeteuk. He’s three years older, but he’s funny and caring, and he has a dimple which Hyukjae always barely restrains himself from poking and kissing. A few weeks down, Hyukjae finds out that Leeteuk can be quite the perfectionist, and thus, depressed when things don’t quite live up to that standard. But still, Hyukjae is quite enamored with him. And it is enough that Hyukjae can ignore that little voice in his heart telling him that although most of it fits in Hyukjae’s idea of a romance, there is something that just isn’t right.
It’s only when, one day, as he visits Leeteuk’s house, and they’re both on the bed, laughing about a romantic comedy they just watched (they’re both shameless romantics, and it’s another reason why Hyukjae thinks Leeteuk’s perfect), when somehow, things get heated up and they’re flush against each other’s bodies and clothing gets thrown all over the place. It’s only then that Hyukjae realizes what the problem is.
It comes in the form of a thought. A thought that comes when he should be thinking nothing but how good things are, and how good Leeteuk is with his tongue and all.
It’s quite obvious really, because when Leeteuk pushes deep into him, all Hyukjae can think is what Donghae, who is no doubt sitting on the roof, alone, would think about this.
~*~
But of course, Hyukjae doesn’t tell anybody. He figures that the thing he has going on with Leeteuk is too good to ruin. And by all the common sense that should be ingrained into him by now, he really shouldn’t ruin such a good thing.
But the days pass, and the times with Leeteuk grow more painful. It’s nothing wrong on Leeteuk’s part - he’s as charming as always. And sometimes, he can even spot when Hyukjae seems a little off - and it’s commendable, because Hyukjae had never learnt to express himself well. And the only person he can actually talk to without his tongue freezing or heart sizing up in fear of judgment is Donghae.
It gets so bad that one day, while Hyukjae is smiling and he’s still joking with Leeteuk as if everything’s alright when he cracks. It’s over an inconsequential thing, Leeteuk refusing to stop poking him in the side even though he insists the elder stop. And when he shouts at his boyfriend, it’s the pure surprise on Leeteuk’s face that has Hyukjae storming away. He’s angry. Angry at himself mostly for being unable to let others know when he’s sad, because it’d be so much more convenient. But also angry at the thought that his own boyfriend can’t even tell how he really feels inside, and he thinks, at how Donghae wouldn’t make that same mistake.
He’s alone when Donghae decides to speak. He saw everything, as he always does. And Donghae doesn’t fail Hyukjae’s expectation when he says. “Something’s been eating you for the past few days, especially after you did it with Leeteuk-sshi. Did he do something?”
Hyukjae doesn’t really listen to the death threats at Leeteuk after that. And he only stares at Donghae and his concern, and he feels a sense of conviction, a grip on his soul that prompts his next words.
“Hae, I love you.”
Those four words cut Donghae’s verbal vomit like a guillotine to a head, and at the bewilderment on Donghae’s face, begins to talk about love that has been there all this while, except that it’s never been realized. And he talks about all the time Donghae has deserved his love, and how Hyukjae has slowly built up feelings from them. It turns from an innocent admiration to a dedicated adoration, and by the end of it all, Hyukjae is two seconds away from dedicating his life and limb to Donghae because of his love for him.
But before Hyukjae can, Donghae puts a finger onto Hyukjae’s lips. And slowly he shakes his head.
~*~
Hyukjae can’t find Donghae the next day. He thinks Donghae is hiding, because of yesterday’s events. And as he checks all the usual places Donghae is, he regrets ever saying what he did, because it’s weird to go to school without Donghae’s smile to greet him in the morning. But Hyukjae thinks it’s fine, because Donghae can’t go further than 100 meters away, and it’ll be only a matter of time before they bump into each other.
He apologizes to Leeteuk when he sees him, because it’s the right thing to do, although Leeteuk isn’t really the one he wants to apologize to. He keeps looking out of the corner of his eye on his and Leeteuk’s ‘make-up date’. He chooses Donghae’s favourite ice-cream flavour, and only realizes it when Leeteuk comments on how odd that Hyukjae didn’t pick strawberry as he usually does.
It’s only after Hyukjae goes home that he begins to get worried. He hasn’t seen Donghae all day, and that isn’t just humanly possible.
Hyukjae’s parents must have thought him mad as he tears through the house shouting the name of someone Hyukjae only ever mentioned when he was a child and had a wild imagination. He searches everywhere, even running to school in nothing but a pair of slippers and his uniform shirt half-way unbuttoned from where he had his panic attack in the middle of his routine actions.
But no matter how fast he runs, how hard he searches, Donghae is nowhere to be found.
~*~
He remembers only years down the road, the conversation that he had forgotten. He thinks, maybe, it’s because, after years of denial, he finally acknowledges that Donghae is truly gone.
“Hyukjae, you can’t love me.”
“B-but I do!”
“Perhaps.” A sad, gentle smile. “But you still can’t.”
Screams. Words of ‘why not’ and their variations. And Donghae stays silent throughout.
When finally Hyukjae runs out of words, knees on the ground, having lost strength in them from losing the pent-up feelings that have been fueling him, Donghae kneels down as well; and Hyukjae just doesn’t want to see that apologetic look on Donghae’s face.
“You ask why not, Hyukjae? It’s because I love you too.” Donghae confesses, and Hyukjae, having known Donghae’s every expression, knows that he’s telling the absolute truth. “But because I do, I can’t allow you to love me.”
A whisper. Hyukjae’s voice is hoarse. “Why?”
“I’m a ghost, Hyukjae.” Donghae says the answer that is obvious. The answer that both of them wishes isn’t true. “It’s just not possible.”
Hyukjae closes his eyes, feeling hot tears seep out of them. And he refuses to look at Donghae anymore, the pain in his heart too much to bear.
Donghae’s voice seems far away. “I’ve had to leave for a while, but I’ve been forcing myself to stay, telling myself that I couldn’t leave you just yet. You’re still so young, and so naïve, and you still have so many problems. I told myself I couldn’t just leave you alone yet. But I think… I realize… that my presence has been doing more harm then good.”
“Don’t…” Hyukjae chokes out, but the word is so soft, he doesn’t think Donghae hears it. “Don’t go…”
The sound of Donghae’s footsteps fills Hyukjae with nothing but denial. And he balls up his fists and stuffs them into his ears when Donghae says that word that Hyukjae had never wanted to hear, because they signaled the end of perfect. And Hyukjae had never wanted that perfect to end.
“Goodbye.”
~*~
Genre: Angst
Warning: Ghost!AU
Pairing: Donghae/Hyukjae, Leeteuk/Hyukjae, mentions of Hyoyeon/Hyukjae
Rating: PG-13 [for minor sexual references]
Summary: Hyukjae just wants the perfect thing in his life to never end.
[A/N: For tees2mai as a response to her wishlist. The prompt was the song ‘Swans’ by unklebob. But I think I really didn’t do justice to it… But here it is anyway because this is really, really late. Sorry Tee!]
He doesn’t know when this terrible love began. Or even how it began. He just knows that it did, and now it’s a fact of life that he never wants ending.
Except, it does.
~*~
Donghae is a ghost. A true, blue ghost, except that he isn’t blue. He’s a bit pale and see-through, and fuzzy at the edges, sure. But other than the fact that he’s wearing fashion outdated from ten years, and that he never ages, he looks everything like a human, and nothing like a pale, white sheet, or a monster with ten eyes or a glowing neon-green ball.
Hyukjae is his human, or at least, that what Hyukjae likes to think. Because Donghae says that he’s connected to Hyukjae for some reason, and he can’t exist beyond 10 meters of Hyukjae. And because Donghae just can’t be ‘his ghost’ - like a boy and ‘his dog’, because really, Hyukjae is the one who is dependent on Donghae.
Donghae has been there since Hyukjae could even claim to say ‘I remember’. He was that guardian angel - the surprising and mysterious fall of a pot that allowed Mrs Lee to turn around just in time to prevent two-year old Hyukjae from pulling down a shelf of knives. He was the imaginary friend that Hyukjae told all his troubles to, and imparted all the worldly wisdom a six-year old could understand in his own way. He was that special secret a twelve year old had, doing all the things that he had always done, except Hyukjae had grown up just a little - enough to know that the world didn’t look kindly to day-dream taken seriously.
By fourteen, Hyukjae had stopped having that itch in his stomach to tell someone about Donghae, because, he knew then that Donghae was something he wanted all to himself.
Things are perfect. Perfect in the way that you can see this staying as a constant in your life. Perfect in that you know that there will be some changes here and there, but there will be nothing major in it. That you will continue down this road until the end of your, maybe more, because it will outlast even your life.
And this is the kind of perfect that is most painful when it shatters.
And it is also the kind of perfect that it always will.
~*~
It starts when Hyukjae is eighteen. He is giving Donghae a glare for laughing as he trips over nothing (unfortunately, having a ghost as a best friend doesn’t help your balance much), and when that soft voice calls, he’s distracted for a moment, trying to cover it up.
The girl’s name takes a while to come into his head. Hyoyeon. Right. Hyoyeon. Female counterpart to his ‘dance machine’ reputation in school. They were both leaders in the dance club - him in charge of the guys, her in charge of the girls.
“Oppa.” She says, and Hyukjae realizes that she’s holding out an envelope to him. He takes it, blinking at her unusual behavior. The Hyoyeon he knew, the bad-ass dancer with the meanest popping moves he’s ever seen, just didn’t blush and scurry away like a love-struck fangirl. She just didn’t.
Except that she just did.
Hyukjae is standing there with the envelope in his hand, absolutely dumb-struck as Donghae leans close from where he’d be keeping a close distance away, and sniffs at it.
“Hmm… strawberry.” And Donghae grins. “Looks like you just got a confession.”
~*~
Donghae’s right, obviously. But Hyukjae just doesn’t know what to do with it. All signs point to Hyukjae going out with her. She’s smart, well-liked, friendly, and Hyukjae had admitted to Donghae several times he thought that Hyoyeon was hot (although admittedly, Hyukjae only remembers this after Donghae reminds him). But somehow, he just doesn’t find the thought of it really all that attractive.
It’s only with Donghae’s constant prodding and pushing and words of “Come on! You don’t get a confession like this from a hot girl everyday!” that he finally call Hyoyeon and asks her out.
They’re the talk of the school the very next day. The ‘dream couple’, meant for each other. There’s no hate mail sent to Hyoyeon, although Hyukjae has unknowingly had many, many fangirls. And there’s no guys beating Hyukjae up for not being good enough for Hyoyeon either. Hyukjae doesn’t really see all the fuss actually, but he and Hyoyeon get along well enough, so he doesn’t complain. They go out on normal couple things - lunches, dinners, walks in the park, and of course, fun dance battles in the dance room.
Then, Hyoyeon ends it after one month.
She says its something about Hyukjae not having her in his heart, and Hyukjae doesn’t understand. She says that ‘it’s okay, I guess you didn’t really like me that much’ and Hyukjae wonders how she knew.
They part amicably enough, although a friend asks him later why Hyoyeon was crying alone at the back of the school. He supposes he should be sad as well, because, after all, he just got dumped. But he doesn’t.
He’s sitting on his bed, just staring, a blank look on his face, when Donghae sits down as well.
“Hey, it’s alright to cry you know.” Donghae misinterprets the lost look on Hyukjae’s face. “At least, while I’m here and we’re alone. There’s no one to see except me, and you know I won’t tell any living soul.”
Hyukjae blinks when he feels that tell-tale tingle on his skin. He looks down to see Donghae’s hand hovering over his. Donghae can’t hold his hand, obviously, because he’s a ghost and there are rules to this kind of interaction between the worlds of the living and the dead. But Hyukjae has felt the comfort of the tingly feeling he gets whenever Donghae is close - close to the point where immaterial hovers over his skin.
Because Donghae expects it, he shed a tear, and pretends to be despondent, even though, really, he’s happy inside.
~*~
They both equally puzzled, when three years down the line, and none of the relationships Hyukjae is in really works out. They’re all pretty girls, although of differing personality. But all of them walk out of Hyukjae’s life with the reason that Hyukjae is just not interested enough.
It is when the girl named Jessica broke up with him, in the most dramatic exit someone had ever made in his life, and Donghae is expecting him to be totally broken down, that Hyukjae confesses to him that he doesn’t feel anything after being dumped.
Finally, after two days of hard thinking, Donghae comes to the conclusion that maybe, Hyukjae is actually interested in guys.
It’s a little like a revelation, and Hyukjae thinks Donghae is right. He gets along better with guys, and sometimes catching himself checking out those airbrushed male models that girls usually go ga-ga over.
So, for the first time, he goes out with a guy.
His name is Leeteuk. He’s three years older, but he’s funny and caring, and he has a dimple which Hyukjae always barely restrains himself from poking and kissing. A few weeks down, Hyukjae finds out that Leeteuk can be quite the perfectionist, and thus, depressed when things don’t quite live up to that standard. But still, Hyukjae is quite enamored with him. And it is enough that Hyukjae can ignore that little voice in his heart telling him that although most of it fits in Hyukjae’s idea of a romance, there is something that just isn’t right.
It’s only when, one day, as he visits Leeteuk’s house, and they’re both on the bed, laughing about a romantic comedy they just watched (they’re both shameless romantics, and it’s another reason why Hyukjae thinks Leeteuk’s perfect), when somehow, things get heated up and they’re flush against each other’s bodies and clothing gets thrown all over the place. It’s only then that Hyukjae realizes what the problem is.
It comes in the form of a thought. A thought that comes when he should be thinking nothing but how good things are, and how good Leeteuk is with his tongue and all.
It’s quite obvious really, because when Leeteuk pushes deep into him, all Hyukjae can think is what Donghae, who is no doubt sitting on the roof, alone, would think about this.
~*~
But of course, Hyukjae doesn’t tell anybody. He figures that the thing he has going on with Leeteuk is too good to ruin. And by all the common sense that should be ingrained into him by now, he really shouldn’t ruin such a good thing.
But the days pass, and the times with Leeteuk grow more painful. It’s nothing wrong on Leeteuk’s part - he’s as charming as always. And sometimes, he can even spot when Hyukjae seems a little off - and it’s commendable, because Hyukjae had never learnt to express himself well. And the only person he can actually talk to without his tongue freezing or heart sizing up in fear of judgment is Donghae.
It gets so bad that one day, while Hyukjae is smiling and he’s still joking with Leeteuk as if everything’s alright when he cracks. It’s over an inconsequential thing, Leeteuk refusing to stop poking him in the side even though he insists the elder stop. And when he shouts at his boyfriend, it’s the pure surprise on Leeteuk’s face that has Hyukjae storming away. He’s angry. Angry at himself mostly for being unable to let others know when he’s sad, because it’d be so much more convenient. But also angry at the thought that his own boyfriend can’t even tell how he really feels inside, and he thinks, at how Donghae wouldn’t make that same mistake.
He’s alone when Donghae decides to speak. He saw everything, as he always does. And Donghae doesn’t fail Hyukjae’s expectation when he says. “Something’s been eating you for the past few days, especially after you did it with Leeteuk-sshi. Did he do something?”
Hyukjae doesn’t really listen to the death threats at Leeteuk after that. And he only stares at Donghae and his concern, and he feels a sense of conviction, a grip on his soul that prompts his next words.
“Hae, I love you.”
Those four words cut Donghae’s verbal vomit like a guillotine to a head, and at the bewilderment on Donghae’s face, begins to talk about love that has been there all this while, except that it’s never been realized. And he talks about all the time Donghae has deserved his love, and how Hyukjae has slowly built up feelings from them. It turns from an innocent admiration to a dedicated adoration, and by the end of it all, Hyukjae is two seconds away from dedicating his life and limb to Donghae because of his love for him.
But before Hyukjae can, Donghae puts a finger onto Hyukjae’s lips. And slowly he shakes his head.
~*~
Hyukjae can’t find Donghae the next day. He thinks Donghae is hiding, because of yesterday’s events. And as he checks all the usual places Donghae is, he regrets ever saying what he did, because it’s weird to go to school without Donghae’s smile to greet him in the morning. But Hyukjae thinks it’s fine, because Donghae can’t go further than 100 meters away, and it’ll be only a matter of time before they bump into each other.
He apologizes to Leeteuk when he sees him, because it’s the right thing to do, although Leeteuk isn’t really the one he wants to apologize to. He keeps looking out of the corner of his eye on his and Leeteuk’s ‘make-up date’. He chooses Donghae’s favourite ice-cream flavour, and only realizes it when Leeteuk comments on how odd that Hyukjae didn’t pick strawberry as he usually does.
It’s only after Hyukjae goes home that he begins to get worried. He hasn’t seen Donghae all day, and that isn’t just humanly possible.
Hyukjae’s parents must have thought him mad as he tears through the house shouting the name of someone Hyukjae only ever mentioned when he was a child and had a wild imagination. He searches everywhere, even running to school in nothing but a pair of slippers and his uniform shirt half-way unbuttoned from where he had his panic attack in the middle of his routine actions.
But no matter how fast he runs, how hard he searches, Donghae is nowhere to be found.
~*~
He remembers only years down the road, the conversation that he had forgotten. He thinks, maybe, it’s because, after years of denial, he finally acknowledges that Donghae is truly gone.
“Hyukjae, you can’t love me.”
“B-but I do!”
“Perhaps.” A sad, gentle smile. “But you still can’t.”
Screams. Words of ‘why not’ and their variations. And Donghae stays silent throughout.
When finally Hyukjae runs out of words, knees on the ground, having lost strength in them from losing the pent-up feelings that have been fueling him, Donghae kneels down as well; and Hyukjae just doesn’t want to see that apologetic look on Donghae’s face.
“You ask why not, Hyukjae? It’s because I love you too.” Donghae confesses, and Hyukjae, having known Donghae’s every expression, knows that he’s telling the absolute truth. “But because I do, I can’t allow you to love me.”
A whisper. Hyukjae’s voice is hoarse. “Why?”
“I’m a ghost, Hyukjae.” Donghae says the answer that is obvious. The answer that both of them wishes isn’t true. “It’s just not possible.”
Hyukjae closes his eyes, feeling hot tears seep out of them. And he refuses to look at Donghae anymore, the pain in his heart too much to bear.
Donghae’s voice seems far away. “I’ve had to leave for a while, but I’ve been forcing myself to stay, telling myself that I couldn’t leave you just yet. You’re still so young, and so naïve, and you still have so many problems. I told myself I couldn’t just leave you alone yet. But I think… I realize… that my presence has been doing more harm then good.”
“Don’t…” Hyukjae chokes out, but the word is so soft, he doesn’t think Donghae hears it. “Don’t go…”
The sound of Donghae’s footsteps fills Hyukjae with nothing but denial. And he balls up his fists and stuffs them into his ears when Donghae says that word that Hyukjae had never wanted to hear, because they signaled the end of perfect. And Hyukjae had never wanted that perfect to end.
“Goodbye.”
~*~