SEHNSUCHT

Kyungsoo was seven and his art was quiet and delicate. It was not a wave but something beyond it something he called 'ocean'.

Kyungsoo was ten and he decided to become everyone's favourite city. He wanted to be a firework, a temple, a playground, a home -- something everyone knows how to deeply love.

Kyungsoo was thirteen and tired because not every beautiful thing can be touched so they locked him. The dark room was his only friend and he realised he wasn't made of seventy percents of warmth but rather thirty percents of cold.

Kyungsoo was seventeen and he met Jongin the magician whose art was loud and demanding like a wave in the middle of summer night so he begged Jongin to build an oak tree for both of them to hide but every good thing needs to end and everything became so hazy for him.

Kyungsoo was nineteen and Jongin the magician is nowhere to be found. He is not a city anymore but an evil and people are mourning with the smell of burning oak tree and a mock whisper of "we should have known". When the sun sets,  they find the magician but it is already late.

What people know: they are crying and they are sad; they say "we do care about him" and now the magician comes to bring them some light and maybe, just maybe, to become their next favourite city.

What Jongin know: He falls to the ground and the pain is tightening his chest so he sobs quietly in front of Kyungsoo's ashes and his eyes are red and raw and, no, he doesn't come to bring them light -- he comes because of the absence of it.

For my dearest friend here, Katie, who suddenly deact her account, please email me. For everyone who read this it will be nice if you tell me your interpretation about this story.