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jongin wonders if shakespeare cried at the end of romeo and juliet, or if james cameron cried at the end of titanic. he wonders if all great writers of great tragedies see the fault in the characters' stars before the story could even begin.
this is how his tragedy ends, with the feeling freedom. he stares at the sky and for once it does not mock him. there is something warm and wet in his hands and he thinks, what a fool i have been to think i could defy the future.
he turns his face and sehun is there, red light in his eyes to match the color in his hair, at his lips. he smiles and despite all the shouting, the screeching, and the sirens, jongin hears his voice like clear music.
"i never had chance to say," he whispers brokenly. "but you have beautiful eyes."
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i'm sorry i wrote this in an hour aggregate it's a little messy! i think! ;; but i really hope you like it, op! c:
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i really like the beginning of your fic, your writing style is really descriptive and in a -let-me-tell-you-a-story way and all the images come into my head. i really felt helpless for jongin.
OUCH JONGIN LOOKS INTO SEHUN'S EYES!!! i was literally wailing. it's sad how sehun died without saying 'i love you' to jongin though, although we both know the sad ending is going to come.
anyway, this fic was amazing and beauitful and thank you for making me a happy op <3 i was just having a bad day with my friends. o(*゚▽゚*)o
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jongin picks sehun up from his apartment on the night of august 22nd. he grabs sehun's hand in his own and puts it over the stick shift, then covers it with his own hand. sehun looks at him quizzically, but jongin offers no explanation.
he doesn't really have one at this point.
"happy two month anniversary," sehun says softly, running his thumb along the inside of jongin's pinky. "what should we do?"
jongin cannot say, stay at my home where you are safe and no harm can come to you. he wants to, but he doesn't want sehun to live in his constricting fear forever. he wants sehun to dream as though he'll live forever, and live as though he'll die the very next day ( ... )
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