Beautiful Death
Description
Sunggyu's got cancer. He has 2 months to live.
Kim Sunggyu's life will end in 2 months. Or at least, that's what his doctor says. He doesn't plan on chemotherapy. It's too late anyway.
He moves to his best friend's childhood home. He discovers a book there.
In the book, there is a sketch of a man so deathly beautiful, it's something Sunggyu hasn't seen before in his 24 years of existence.
It isn't a normal sketch.
The man in the sketch can speak.
His name is Nam Woohyun.
Foreword
Hey guys, this is the new and improved Beautiful Death with a new mindblowing storyline, featuring my one of my OTPs, WooGyu! Anyway, this is a completely original story that i came up with, so yeah. No more inspirations from book or movies there. For people who can't take angst, i suggest you avoid this story cuz there is going to be a lot of angst. And when i say a lot, i mean A LOT. Then again, if you're the angst type of person, YOU HAVE COME TO THE RIGHT PLACE. Anyway, on with the prologue. Thank you to my dear krystique- for making the poster. I love you <3
Prologue
Sunggyu traced his long fingers along the spines of the books, all so worn and yellowed with age. He passed so many interesting titles, but none seemed to catch his eye as much as this one did. He stopped in front of a thick, leather bound book. Ironically, it didn't have any title on its spine. He reached out to run his fingers over the leather. He could have imagined it, or perhaps it was just a trick to his mind - but he had felt a spark at his fingertips. Puzzled, he gingerly pulled the book out of the shelf, gently carrying it to the well-worn couch. The book was surprisingly light in his arms, despite its size.
Sinking own into the worn leather, he slowly opened the cover of the book. It seemed to have survived much - a watermark from a long-ago spill, some pages a little darkened from being left too near a hearth. Out of habit, he turned to the back of the book. He always read the author's profile before he continued on with a story. But this, he did not expect.
Sunggyu was mesmerized with an intricate drawing of a male. The portrait was a sketch of a man, his hair falling over his eyes - dark orbs that seemed to hold a sadness a young man like him was quite unlikely of possessing. They seemed to encompass the world's weight in them. The man in the portrait was wearing a thin dress shirt, the first two buttons ed, casual enough yet not informal. The sketch was quite something, skilful mapping out the man's strong jaw and neck. It was so realistic, more beautiful than anything Sunggyu had ever seen in his life.
That was when the unthinkable happened. Like a fairytale, the drawing's lips moved. Time seemed to stop as its voice carried across the room. It was, simply put, impossible.
"Hello, I'm Nam Woohyun."
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