oh the bones of moonlight

(i spent eternity, chasing my imagination in circles)

idea: falliblefantasy; story: eseech

myungsoo, hoya; wordvomit

again, he thinks coldly, he’s back again. wind blows against him as the rain pours down heavily, soaking him with the ink of his soul. how sad it is, to be unloved. how pitiful it must be, to be haunted by a fragment of one’s own imagination.

“are you there, hoya?” sunggyu knocks on the door, but there’s no time for people like sunggyu.

hoya doesn’t need people. hoya doesn’t need anyone but a fragment of his dreams. hoya only needs illusions, only needs pieces of nothing to pick himself up. hoya doesn’t need people, things, objects, places – he just needs that one part of his mind which fascinates him more than anything else.

“hoya?” more knocking. doesn’t sunggyu know he’s not wanted?

in the middle of the night moonlight shines and spins a web for hoya’s imagination. the clock ticks and in the empty chair across from him, a boy with pale skin smiles across.

“myungsoo,” he says, against the cold air which secures him in the illusion.

“hoya,” the boy returns.

to chase your own imagination, how sad it must be.

author's note:

this is pretty much rubbish, which is really sad since i should've done something myungzy/myungyeol because rena was kind enough to do yadong. this has also been slowly rotting away in the back of my dusty electronic folder ;A; uhh yeah obvious influence is obvious. also no chapter title ugly thing because photobucket =/= me