Jiyong, My Sun;Seunghyun, My Moon
The world watches, it waits patiently to release its breath. When it does, a crisp breeze tousles Jiyong's pallid hair. It falls onto his face gently, he shuffles it with nimble fingers. They are shaking in anticipation, stiff in the winter air. His breath comes out in a steady cloud of growing tendrils. He walks slowly, inches on quietly, as if nothing more than a ghost, which maybe he is. Darkness keeps him company as he lays on the the innocent snow. It sinks with his weight, but more begin to float on his face. They are like needle pricks of the moon. The moon's gaze lies on him fondly, with an adoration that it shares for the sun. Jiyong feels the snow melt away quickly, he sighs sadly when the moon becomes shrouded by merciless clouds. The moon has always been so lovely, in its soft lit grace. Jiyong loves the moon as the moon loves Jiyong.
When Jiyong opens his eyes to a bright sun, he cringes. He closes his eyes and wishes to cherish the moon once more. The jolly sun warms his chill body, water falls into his frown when he realizes he fell asleep on the harsh grass of the lake's edge. Its rolling muted by the ice upon it. A smile tickles his face when his sees it is optimal for skating. School paused for Christmas break yesterday and he just could not wait. With a renewed vigor, Jiyong steps out on the ice. He slides around with flambouncy of a child, a grin peeling his face. He looks shaky but in reality he is only buzzing with an unrelenting energy. Where thin legs tremble when they should be still, Jiyong only smiles. Winding lines cross behind him with a beauty only he can see. The sun is peering over the trees when Jiyong slows down.
He is aching with a hunger that is insatiable. Full of a sadness shared with the sun, a fear of burning out, fear of burning that which he hungers for. This sadness is one which is only subconcious, thoughts of this sadness are not realized, they are only realized by a slient onlooker. One who feels the burning within and longs for its heat. Even if it only burns him. This bystander who admires the sun as it glistens in his affection's eyes. This watcher who misses the sun as it slips behind the Earth, taking its warmth and happiness with it. Slivers of its light linger on the thinkers body, relishing its love, wishing for nothing more than to stay in Seunghyun's presence. Seunghyun breathlessly keens at the loss. Suenghyun loves the sun as the sun as the sun loves Seunghyun.
Jiyong stares longingly at the form which stands in the remaining sunlight. Eyes closed, translucent clouds passing through loose lips, he is enjoying the sunset with a sullen joy. Seunghyun's favorite part of day is the sunrise, which he can only appreciate if he bears a sunset. Only Jiyong sees this, and before the entire lake slips into moonlight Seunghyun opens his dark eyes and stares intensely at Jiyong. The sun caresses his dimpled cheeks, glows on his smile, and Jiyong fills with a calm excitement that the moon could not provide him. Seunghyun begins to glide over to him, leaving behind a graceful curving line that adds to the already present scrawl. His body arches beautifully in a mesmorizing pattern, leading onwards to Jiyong, patiently as always, painfully slow as always. Before he can blind Seunghyun with his unknown light of a smile, he is crushed in a longed for embrace. The moon has rose behind Seunghyun and its light shines on Jiyong, it embraces his feminine face, glimmers on his enormus smile, and Seunghyun fills with a warmth the sun could not provide him. Jiyong appreciates a sunset most of all in his day, but will watch a sun rise for he knows it brings closer another startling sunset.
Jiyong loves Seunghyun as Seunghyun loves Jiyong.
The sun loves the moon as the moon loves the sun.
When Jiyong opens his eyes to a bright sun, he cringes. He closes his eyes and wishes to cherish the moon once more. The jolly sun warms his chill body, water falls into his frown when he realizes he fell asleep on the harsh grass of the lake's edge. Its rolling muted by the ice upon it. A smile tickles his face when his sees it is optimal for skating. School paused for Christmas break yesterday and he just could not wait. With a renewed vigor, Jiyong steps out on the ice. He slides around with flambouncy of a child, a grin peeling his face. He looks shaky but in reality he is only buzzing with an unrelenting energy. Where thin legs tremble when they should be still, Jiyong only smiles. Winding lines cross behind him with a beauty only he can see. The sun is peering over the trees when Jiyong slows down.
He is aching with a hunger that is insatiable. Full of a sadness shared with the sun, a fear of burning out, fear of burning that which he hungers for. This sadness is one which is only subconcious, thoughts of this sadness are not realized, they are only realized by a slient onlooker. One who feels the burning within and longs for its heat. Even if it only burns him. This bystander who admires the sun as it glistens in his affection's eyes. This watcher who misses the sun as it slips behind the Earth, taking its warmth and happiness with it. Slivers of its light linger on the thinkers body, relishing its love, wishing for nothing more than to stay in Seunghyun's presence. Seunghyun breathlessly keens at the loss. Suenghyun loves the sun as the sun as the sun loves Seunghyun.
Jiyong stares longingly at the form which stands in the remaining sunlight. Eyes closed, translucent clouds passing through loose lips, he is enjoying the sunset with a sullen joy. Seunghyun's favorite part of day is the sunrise, which he can only appreciate if he bears a sunset. Only Jiyong sees this, and before the entire lake slips into moonlight Seunghyun opens his dark eyes and stares intensely at Jiyong. The sun caresses his dimpled cheeks, glows on his smile, and Jiyong fills with a calm excitement that the moon could not provide him. Seunghyun begins to glide over to him, leaving behind a graceful curving line that adds to the already present scrawl. His body arches beautifully in a mesmorizing pattern, leading onwards to Jiyong, patiently as always, painfully slow as always. Before he can blind Seunghyun with his unknown light of a smile, he is crushed in a longed for embrace. The moon has rose behind Seunghyun and its light shines on Jiyong, it embraces his feminine face, glimmers on his enormus smile, and Seunghyun fills with a warmth the sun could not provide him. Jiyong appreciates a sunset most of all in his day, but will watch a sun rise for he knows it brings closer another startling sunset.
Jiyong loves Seunghyun as Seunghyun loves Jiyong.
The sun loves the moon as the moon loves the sun.