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Title: Collecting
Pairing: Hyunseung-centric
Rating: G
A/N: first ever attempt at beast fanfic. it's little more than a drabble really.
He hoarded these moments the way a magpie collects and stores bits of glitter and shine. He knew they were rare, fleeting, and easily missed. They would be there for later, to take out and study and remember bit by shiny bit. Each memory a treasure for him. He had them from his time with the not yet formed Big Bang. Sometimes, during lonely nights of struggle and heartache, he'd pull out those pretty memories of G-dragon or T.O.P. They hadn't been his, of course. Deep down he'd known they weren't his despite all his hard work and fervent prayers.
Now, just now, seeing Kikwang's eyes curve in a smile, Hyunseung knew it was another bit of shininess for him to store up for later. For when this all ended and he was alone again. He put on his best smile and knew it reached his eyes because he was happy. In this moment, he was alive and he was happy. He got his slivers of time with Kikwang or Dongwoon, bits of bonding with Doojoon or Yoseob, and even some cuddling from Junhyung. He got a few beautiful, precious moments, and he milked them for everything they were worth. Then carefully stored them for those other much longer moments where he had plenty of nothingness to try to fill up with memory.
Pairing: Hyunseung-centric
Rating: G
A/N: first ever attempt at beast fanfic. it's little more than a drabble really.
He hoarded these moments the way a magpie collects and stores bits of glitter and shine. He knew they were rare, fleeting, and easily missed. They would be there for later, to take out and study and remember bit by shiny bit. Each memory a treasure for him. He had them from his time with the not yet formed Big Bang. Sometimes, during lonely nights of struggle and heartache, he'd pull out those pretty memories of G-dragon or T.O.P. They hadn't been his, of course. Deep down he'd known they weren't his despite all his hard work and fervent prayers.
Now, just now, seeing Kikwang's eyes curve in a smile, Hyunseung knew it was another bit of shininess for him to store up for later. For when this all ended and he was alone again. He put on his best smile and knew it reached his eyes because he was happy. In this moment, he was alive and he was happy. He got his slivers of time with Kikwang or Dongwoon, bits of bonding with Doojoon or Yoseob, and even some cuddling from Junhyung. He got a few beautiful, precious moments, and he milked them for everything they were worth. Then carefully stored them for those other much longer moments where he had plenty of nothingness to try to fill up with memory.