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Jisung
The dark night made him shine even more. Is it possible for a human to put the sun's shine to shame? Because he did so. He talked with his friends as if he had no worries. Maybe he really didn't because maybe he was the universe's favourite.
Those eyes, sparkling. Those lips that captured hearts with a single smile. That face that was hard to forget. Those hair that swayed with the lightest of breeze. That warmth that became the favourite blanket for the night.
He was so beautiful but out of reach. He could try to reach but he won't. Fear is ugly and he was sadly its prisoner. So he watched from a afar. Admiring as much as he could without losing him. Even though they met close, but never close enough.
Minho
The room was shining warmly. Was it the lights or him? Because he had always been the brightest of lights. He was the torch in the dark, lonely cave. He decorated the notebook with his words. The black ink tattooed on the pages for eternity. His heart and mind written down. Everything on display for him to see.
His eyes contained the joy and calmness of life. His lips gave way to the warmest of love. The face that deserved the love. The hair that appeared as his halo, an angel he truly was. That cold body that seemed to jolt you back to life but also warm you just so quickly.
He was so pretty yet not his to protect, to love. He could reach out but he won't. In fear that his one selfish touch could taint him. So he tried to speak with eyes instead of hands. He held him close but never close enough.