Halcyon.

 

“The best kind of people are the ones that come into your life, and make you see the sun where you once saw clouds. The people that believe in you so much, you start to believe in you too. The people that love you, simply for being you. The once in a lifetime kind of people.”

 

Page is blank, mind is blank.

“Look, that essay won’t write itself.”

Of course it won’t.

The essay is being written in his head.

 

“Appa… I have to tell you something.”

“Mh.”

“Appa, please…”

“What is it?”

“You see…”

The page is blank.

“I like guys.”

“What does that mean?”

Damn essay, just write yourself.

But in his head there’s only white.

“I, yes… I think I like guys, I mean…”

“I don’t understand.”

“Sorry dad.”

Sorry if I won’t write this ing essay.

“What the…”

“Dad I like guys ok? Males!”

 

Silence.

The page is still blank. The world hovers. It almost stops.

 

“Oh Jonghyun…”

 

«»«»«»

           

“Jonghyun is a sickness, do you know it?”

“Aish, shut up…”

“Really, it’s making you go crazy.”

“You should go to the school psychologist.”

“Guys, will you stop already? I just didn’t feel like writing it, ok? I can’t sleep well lately.”

“Of course!”

“He can’t even sleep anymore… this is bad!”

“I’m not tired.”

“But you’re always so absent-minded! I can see your head floating beyond clouds.”

They laugh.

He laughs too, why not.

“Now stop guys, for real.”

“We know that you like the brunette from the biology class! Don’t deny it… you can tell us, we are your friends, aren’t we?”

One of the guys leaves an arm over his shoulders.

Jonghyun looks at him and smiles again, then he lowers his eyes.

“We got you!”

“Yes… whatever.”

“Jonghyun thinks all day. He can’t do anything else! The problem is that he only thinks about useless things… and after that he can’t write his essay in class!”

He throws a pen at the guy.

“It happened only once.”

“It’s been months since the first time I saw him spacing out. Since that day, I see you looking out at the window with that weird look, like you’re not there anymore… you’re stuck!” the guy hits him on his head and Jonghyun winces.

“What are you thinking about all day, mh?”

Jonghyun hesitates.

He looks at them.

They wait a little while he thinks about it, stopping the chatting and the noise.

“I think I’m weird.”

They look at each other in amazement, not because of the sentence itself, but because of its tone.

“We know that your head is full of sawdust Jonghyun, even if you’re the teacher’s favorite.”

“ you I’m not the…!”

“Jonghyun really, we understand that you’re going through a very bad adolescent crisis but we went through that too you know!”

“But I’m same age as you!”

“Shut your mouth for a second, listen to your elders.” The guy holds him tightly by his shoulders and clears his voice. “Whatever it is, just try not to think about it too much ok? This is the secret.”

“Yeah, it’s useless. You just mess with your head and become more upset and…”

“…and you can’t write your essays.”

Jonghyun snorts.

“Understood? Mh?”

He looks into his classmate’s brown eyes, pushing him away jokingly and pouting. He sighs.

“Understood…”

“Perfect! And now let’s go play before the break ends.”

They all stand up, Jonghyun follows them calmly. He hates playing.

“And don’t worry ok? You’ll write a wonderful essay next time.”

He puts his hands in his pockets and shows a bright smile.

“Sure.”

Before leaving the class, he turns around for a second and looks at the empty room. The school is noisy, sunlight is coming from the open windows.

He observes the empty chairs, those familiar objects… everything looks distant.

It’s only a second, but Jonghyun can’t help himself.

He thinks.

Not thinking too much, will it really be a good thing?

 

«»«»«»

 

Jonghyun doesn’t feel sick, he feels… empty.

He’s popular, a lot of people wants to be friend with him. He studies, he eats well, he thinks. Yes, that last point is the problem.

While he walks home slowly, his hands still in his pockets and his bag dangling down a bony shoulder, he thinks about why his essay didn’t write itself in the end. He used to be able to do everything while thinking, he could keep it all inside without showing anything. While he studies, while he eats, no one notices his thinking.

But something is changing, everybody is noticing his thoughts now.

Something happened and his mind is completely blank now, is empty. Like that page his professor is going to read. He doesn’t know why, he just couldn’t write what was in his mind and he didn’t feel like wasting energies on writing stupid answers for a stupid literature test. He didn’t want to understand how another man from the past used to see the world, he was already quite busy trying to understand how Jonghyun sees the world.

Yes, maybe that’s the real problem, maybe that is why he keeps on thinking.

He wants to understand when he began to see the world in that different way. Since when he started to isolate in his mind, looking at everything else without any care?

There’s a world inside Jonghyun and sometimes his heart just beats too fast.

He doesn’t know, he really doesn’t know how to let it all out.

When he tried, it burned so bad that he still feels the pain, the fear.

 

«»«»«»

 

He’s still walking, he still has his hands in his pockets. He isn’t looking at the streets. It’s almost spring, almost. The air is a little bit cold, especially early in the morning, it’s a little too early to be honest. But he couldn’t sleep anymore so he decided to just go, he’s school uniform was waiting. He feels like a little kid sometimes, thinking at his hairless face and his big eyes. That morning he thinks about the fresh air and how it tickles on his warm skin. He snorts, this winter is really too long and it feels like spring is never going to come.

He’s already bored, thinking about school. He doesn’t even remember what classes…

He stops in the middle of his thought. He’s being a fool, so he looks away and starts walking again.

He looks at the clock on his phone.

He realizes his brain isn’t working and looks again.

Half past six, what the is that kid doing, going to school so early?

Jonghyun tries to look again, careful not to get caught.

There’s a slender figure before his eyes, curly hair moving along with his quick steps. They’re almost at school, street is practically empty because come on, who arrives so early?

But he’s there, Jonghyun thinks it’s really a weird coincidence.

Obviously he can’t be wrong, because he saw him only a couple of times and from afar but that kid, he can’t forget about him. Those brown hair, his thin body, his full cheeks and his eyes while he laughs. Of course he can’t forget.

He looks at him while walking, it’s only a few meters away.

Jonghyun doesn’t even know how old is he.

Jonghyun thinks about it.

He wants to follow him.

 

«»«»«»

 

It’s nothing relevant, it’s only a new way to kill some time, something that belongs only to him. Another secret, to cherish in his mind that’s more blank than ever, a thought that no one can see on the outside.

He climbs up the stairs, trying to be quiet, because the school is empty. When he sees his classroom he almost gives up, but then he looks up the stairs and his heart skips a beat.

The kid is staring at him from above, his head pocking from the upper floor, his eyes shining and the small hands placed on the handrail.

Jonghyun feels like an idiot.

He swears and turns around, trying to get into his classroom before looking even more pathetic.

“Yah!”

He almost chokes on his spit. He looks at the kid with narrow eyes while the other blinks a few times, resting his chin on the handrail.

“Were you following me?”

“Nope.”

“I think you were.”

“I said no.”

“Why are you trying to sneak away then?”

“Who’s doing that?”

“You.” he points his finger.

“I wasn’t paying attention and I almost got on the wrong floor, ok?”

“Nobody climbs more stairs than the necessary, even the dumbest guy on Earth wouldn’t do that. Everyone hates the stairs.”

“Yah…”

“You are the guy that was staring at me the other day in the corridor.”

“Bwo?”

“Are you a stalker?”

“Are you mad?”

“You are the one who’s mad!” he bumps his finger on his temple a few times. Jonghyun’s bag falls on the floor with a thud while the boy puts his hands on his slender hips.

“Listen, what do you want from me? I wasn’t paying attention and I almost went to the wrong classroom, what do you want me to say?”

Silence. Jonghyun feels a little awkward, that kid is staring, so he pouts.

The kid laughs, his shoulders are trembling and his head is thrown back. Jonghyun looks at his long neck and that Adam apple, is just a flash of white skin and brown hair but it’s enough, his mind becomes so blank.

“You must have been really lost in your thoughts, if you did four steps more than necessary! Pabo!”

“Yah, how old are you? I think I’m your hyung.”

“And so what?”

“No honorifics? No one taught you when you where in kindergarten?”

“But you don’t learn that during kindergarten.”

Jonghyun slaps a hand on his own face and curses the precise moment when he decided to go to school early that morning.

 

«»«»«»

 

He’s three years younger, he was right. They don’t talk so often, sometimes Jonghyun doesn’t even think of him, but when he cannot sleep he gets up early and hopes to find him on his way to school. Maybe he usually goes to school early, who knows. Jonghyun doesn’t know him at all to be honest, but in his head he already has the perfect identikit: he likes eating, videogames and playing soccer near school, he never studies but smiles all day long, he smiles for the smallest things, he’s goofy –and Jonghyun is sure of this, he saw it- but sometimes he’s also attractive, those full high cheeks are really cute. But he’s not cute at all.

He’s a spoiled kid, and he’s also noisy and annoying, he looks like a grasshopper jumping around, he also has the same body, with long and skinny legs. After ten minutes of talking to him Jonghyun’s brain is burning, so he thanks the bell that announces the beginning of the lesson.

That day the bell doesn’t ring anyway, because it’s already late in the afternoon and school is over. He can’t just ignore him, so he stops abruptly.

“Hyung!”

“Oh my God not again…”

“Wanna come with me?”

“Where?”

“Come on hyung, the sun is still there, it feels nice, just come…”

“I wanna go home!” Jonghyun whines, it’s Friday and he’s tired for real. “Where the hell are we going?”

“In a place that you’ll like, trust me. I know you!” he laughs, that troublemaker, and pulls at Jonghyun’s bag, dragging him around.

 

«»«»«»

 

They’re at the small park near the school, it’s almost dinner time and there’s only a baby crying because he doesn’t want to leave the swings. As soon as the baby’s mother manages to convince him and takes him away, Jonghyun finds himself alone, facing the silence.

He instantly hears his heart beating faster.

Silence makes him uncomfortable lately. It obliges him to think, it’s the place when he cannot avoid the memories. It reminds him of insomnia and bad thoughts at night, in fact he usually walks home listening to music. It’s all useless sometimes, but at least it helps to avoid the silence.

Now he doesn’t have a way to escape, it’s only a second and he already knows: he’s surrounded. He looks at the swings, a breath of wind plays with the newborn grass. The weather is good, it almost feels like spring.

Almost.

“Jonghyun?”

He blinks, he keeps on looking at the empty scenario before his eyes. He’s already lost, his mind is blank, he’s far away.

The younger one walks backwards and observes him. He sits on a swing and plays with some sand with a foot.

Then he just observes, he doesn’t speak.

Jonghyun is surprised. Everyone always tries to reach him and break his silence, but that kid just stares at him without saying a word. He feels weird and for a moment the thoughts aren’t so noisy.

“I couldn’t finish another essay today.”

“You’re weird hyung.”

Nothing new.

Jonghyun snorts, he sits on a bench comfortably. His bag falls near the younger’s one, in the sand.

“You’re never alone at school, but you’re always on your own. You know, in here.” he puts a finger against his temple. “Is the world so boring for you?”

“Yah, Lee Taemin… what do you think you know?”

“Someone told me you weren’t like this before, that you changed.”

Jonghyun straightens his back.

“Who told you that?”

Taemin holds the rusty chain of the swing.

“Mh, that doesn’t matter… what I wanted to say to you, is…” he bits on his bottom lip.

“What’s happening to your talkativeness?” Jonghyun chuckles. It’s funny seeing him so hesitant, like during an exam, when you think you know the answer but you’re not completely sure so you wait for a moment.

Taemin’s cheeks become even fuller and he pouts, swinging a little.

“I like looking at you while you think, but I’m so curious!” he finally exclaims. Jonghyun widens his eyes and doesn’t answer.

They look at each other.

“What are you thinking hyung?”

“You don’t believe I should stop thinking? I mean, don’t you think this is bad for me, this is like a kind of… sickness?”

Taemin shakes his head.

Jonghyun adjusts on the bench and waits, surprised.

“I like guys.” He says, suddenly.

Taemin stops swinging.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“Is this what you were thinking about all the time?”

“Mh, I never think about that, to be honest.”

“Hyung, but this means that you didn’t answer me!”

Jonghyun’s eyes become even bigger. He can’t believe his ears.

Slowly, he stands up and picks his bag. With a hand in his pocket, he walks towards Taemin. The younger looks up at his face.

“Lee Taemin, are you teasing me?”

“No I’m not.”

“You don’t give a about what I’ve just said?”

“No, I mean… of course I do! But I wanted to know what you were thinking about all the time… and you told me something like that to distract me but I’m not impressed at all, so I’m still curious about your thoughts!”

Lee Taemin gesticulates like crazy because when he’s talking – the subject doesn’t matter at all, it can be death penalty or a cheeseburger he’s eating –, he’s always so damn passionate.

Jonghyun feels the blood in his head pulsing.

“Don’t with me…”

“Hyung!” he stands up and Jonghyun’s annoyed because he notices Taemin is taller.

He’s a centimeter away from his nose and Jonghyun has the instinct to step back. Then he sees his leaf shaped eyes and his fluffy hair and thinks about how does that must feel under his fingers.

For a moment, his mind is not blank anymore.

The world almost stops, like that other time.

“You think I’ll never understand you, right hyung? Do you think I’m too young? Or maybe you don’t care at all? You always talk but it’s like you’re mute! You talk about nothing hyung, have you realized?”

Jonghyun hears those words and for a moment his blood freezes in his veins. He remembers that other time when the world stopped and he still feels the burning, the humiliation. So he steps back.

Taemin looks at him with a resented glare.

“Hyung…?”

“Shut up Lee Taemin.”

 

«»«»«»

 

Taemin has learned to not ask anymore, he now knows how to respect his thoughts. He’s the only one that doesn’t shake him when Jonghyun gets lost, he’s the only one that lets him go away when he needs to. They’re not staying in the small park anymore, that was boring, so they wander through the streets, they choose the longest way to get home. It’s ok, since they’re not hungry yet. Jonhyun’s mood is good, the weather is good too. Sometimes he thinks - while he’s travelling freely inside the deepest shadows of his minds - that he’s crazy. He thinks madness isn’t something you read on a face, not instantly anyway. Madness is something you hatch inside, something you’re not aware of. Maybe you born with it, then something bad happens at some point in your life and then the earthquake breaks the surface and madness comes up on your face for everyone to see. Jonghyun thinks there are a lot of weird people around, those people have the seed of madness inside them and he’s potentially one of those. He wants to be prepared, when the earthquake will come. He prefers to go mad with the awareness of being mad, something like that.

When he travels in his weird thoughts, Taemin observes him with a stupid face and yawns a few times, skinny legs walking goofily.

Jonghyun snorts, annoyed.

He feels like the travel is over, so he hits Taemin with a hand on his head.

“Ouch!”

“Rude…”

Taemin pouts and Jonghyun chuckles.

“Say what you are thinking, Taemin.”

“You’re a damn idiot! You say I’m rude because I don’t put a hand over my mouth when I yawn… what about you then? You just don’t talk for hours and you leave people around you alone like fools! What the !”

“The hand over your mouth is something you have to learn sooner or later. And don’t swear.”

“I’ve learned from you!”

Jonghyun laughs, gives him a quick hug and Taemin frowns, whispering “Idiot…”

“Look, nobody invited you, you know? You’re the one who keeps on following me like a doggy. If you’re so bored, you can just go away.”

“Yes of course, if I do that someday police will find you death under a train because you weren’t paying attention and you were too lost in your thoughts. And you’re the one who started following me, anyway…”

“Not that story again!”

“That’s the truth.”

“Let’s say you’re right.”

“Of course I am, you hyung…”

“Yah!”

“I think you’re too egocentric Jonghyun, is because of this that you always think and you don’t listen to me. You don’t write your essays because you know that the teacher will be good to you anyway.”

“I don’t write my essays because they’re boring, ok?”

Jonghyun prefers the blank page.

He’s scared of dirtying it with something wrong. He’s scared of filling that page.

“Are you looking for some kind of attention? You need some affection? Is because of this that you avoid people and you feel so superior?”

“Taemin all those hours studying math are making you go crazy, that’s not good for your health…” Jonghyun puts a strong arm on his shoulders and holds him jokingly, Taemin tries to get free but he can’t.

“Seriously hyung, what were you thinking about all the time? Just tell me!”

Jonghyun sighs and lets him go.

“Why do you care so much?”

“It’s annoying not to know! Maybe we’re thinking the same things, do you understand?”

Jonghyun hesitates. He really wants to open his mind to him, he really wants to trust him. But it’s like when he faces the essay. The blank page is safer. It doesn’t matter anyway, he already knows that he’ll never find the right words again.

 

«»«»«»

 

“Taemin, do you think I can turn off my brain?”

“Mh… like when you’re comatose?”

“Not really… you know, just turn it off. Make it shut up for a second.”

Taemin is sitting in his arms, on the small terrace on the school roof. The sun is setting, is a red eye in the clean face of the sky. The air is cool and their school uniforms are a little messy. Jonghyun caresses his small tie. Taemin is playing with his phone, some old game, an arcade. He’s so focused.

“Tae…” he calls him, brushing the hair on his forehead. The younger whines when on the screen appears ‘Game Over’, then he leaves the back of his head on Jonghyun’s shoulder and looks at him with his brown eyes.

“Jonghyun I begin to understand what’s in your head. You don’t disgust me, I swear.”

Those words are so unexpected that Jonghyun’s heart skips a beat and he becomes suddenly too aware of their skin touching, they’re close, too close. He tries to not tense too much, he just sits a little more properly on the ground, straightening his spine.

“Where did it come from?”

“I know that someone told you you’re disgusting because of who you are, I know that something must have happened to you. I’m sorry for that, you know? I wish I met you before they hurt you, I wish I knew how you were when you were not closed inside your head yet, you know?” his knee is swinging while Taemin caresses Jonghyun’s cheek with two fingers. “I like you for what you are now anyway, don’t worry. There’s nothing wrong in you, arasso?”

He smiles.

Jonghyun thinks that he has a stupid face, but then the blank page becomes full of thoughts: why is he saying that, why doesn’t he leave him alone like all the others, why he isn’t running away, why isn’t he scared of the ‘sickness’… Taemin’s face floats and becomes one with his father’s face, Jonghyun cannot see it anymore since that day, because that man doesn’t talk but he only thinks, he’s closed inside his mind and so his son stopped talking too, because he cannot do anything but think about what his father is thinking.

Jonghyun blinks and feels stuck. Taemin already knows he’s getting lost, so he just looks and he waits with sad eyes.

“Taemin, you don’t know me.”

“I can’t stop looking at you. I think I know you better than all your noisy friends.”

Taemin lowers his eyes and Jonghyun looks at his cheeks becoming red. He takes the younger by his shoulders and looks him in the eyes, Taemin is a little surprised and his gaze wanders on Jonghyun’s face.

Then the eldest sighs and lets him go.

Taemin relaxes.

“You didn’t answer my question anyway.”

“W-what question?”

“Do you think I can shut off my brain?”

“Sometimes I try. I mean, I ask myself what kind of guy I am, how other people see me… I ask myself how do you see me. You don’t look at me often, but I’m not going anywhere hyung, because I like you and I wanna know what you think. Do you think of me sometimes? I am really annoying, admit it… I think about a lot of things you know, but when I’m with you I can shut off my brain. I don’t care about my problems anymore. I feel free, when I’m with you. I can think about all the rest later.”

Jonghyun listens to him babbling and he looks at his Adam apple and his eyelashes moving.

He smiles, he cannot help himself.

He thinks about Taemin. His world, what does it look like? He wants to see things how Taemin sees them, he wants to understand. That could be fun.

Exploring each other.

For the first time, Jonghyun doesn’t think about himself. He thinks that maybe trying Taemin’s lips would feel good.

If only he could shut off his brain just for a moment…

 

«»«»«»

 

Jonghyun is talkative again, he gets lost less often and their classmates are not interested in him anymore. He must face another essay soon, he’s a little anxious. He likes writing, but since he had the first writer’s block he’s scared. He fears he cannot overcome this, he’s scared the trauma will forever remain. He looks at his father when he’s home for dinner and he floats inside his silence. The day before the essay, he feels something vibrating in his head, like a far away  bell that breaks the white, an ink sketch that darts, yes, something like that.

It’s almost time to sleep, he hopes to be able to rest because a long day awaits him. But he cannot stop biting his lip, his knee is moving nervously while he sits on his desk in his room, with crossed arms. He cannot get rid of the thoughts, he’s a little scared.

He’s scared of that damn essay, he fears everything will flow out this time and he really doesn’t want that to happen. He wants to keep it inside him, because the humiliation and fear belong only to him, nothing must be shown.

It’s a childish insecurity, he says to himself, it’s a shame that he must not show.

The fear of being rejected, of being considered ‘sick’, it’s something Kim Jonghyun never experienced before. Now he flows in his own mind and he cannot write anything.

He thinks about Taemin.

He understands everything even if Jonghyun doesn't explain a single word, that kid is a total mess but he’s able to read his white mind like an open book.

Jonghyun gets nervous thinking about Taemin.

He wipes away some sweat from his face and snorts, frustrated.

Enough, the essay is near and if he cannot write again they will call his parents and everything will be over.

He must do something, he must try.

Is better if he does it now.

He’s facing a blank page and he holds the pen with all his strength. He cannot hesitate anymore. The pen is on the white paper.

He rams on the poor page like a mad man, the window is open but he’s sweating.

He doesn’t hear anything, not even the night that comes slowly, not even the clock that ticks.

He blinks a few times and the whole page is full of ink, there’s no space left. His mind has been blank for too long, now is completely inked.

The words are all there, ordered.

He looks at the clock.

It’s so late and he can’t believe it.

He thinks is the madness that comes, and he didn’t even notice.

He doesn’t even know what the he wrote.

He reads, then throws the paper away in a rush of anger. He feels bad so picks it up again.

His hands are in his hair, holding with a tight grip.

He cries for a minute.

 

«»«»«»

 

“Taemin…”

“ hyung is… Oh my God is ing two in the mornin-“

“Sorry, just listen to me for a second.”

Rustling of blankets.

“I… I wrote something.”

He feels stupid. He still can’t believe it.

“Bwo?”

“I wrote something Tae.”

“B-but… how, when!”

“Now. I let it all out. I think.” Jonghyun is still a little bit shocked, he feels lost.

“ hyung read it to me!”

“I-I don’t know if… you know, I’ll throw it in the garbage.”

“Don’t even try! I swear that…” Taemin lowers his voice, because in his house everyone is sleeping. “I swear that if you try, I’ll kill you.”

Jonghyun smiles.

“Only this time, ok? Only once. If I don’t use you as a testimony tomorrow I’ll believe it was all a dream and I won’t solve anything.”

“Ok.”

“Well then.”

Jonghyun breathes deeply. His heart beats fast while he reads. Another blink of his eyes and everything is over.

Silence is absolute.

“Taemin?”

“You’re mad, hyung.”

Jonghyun smiles.

“I knew it.”

He crumples the paper and throws it away.

 

«»«»«»

 

The bell rings for the end of the lessons and Jonghyun feels relieved.

The essay is done, the page is not blank. It’s a good feeling.

His head is not a mess anymore.

Those things he wrote the other night weren’t for Taemin, but for himself. He wished he could read them to his father but he never will, they’re gone for good. But they served him well.

He thought about accepting himself.

He thought that maybe he was thinking too much.

He wants to try and do like Taemin, shutting off his brain when he’s with the younger.

Maybe it could be fun.

Taemin runs in the corridor, he wants to hear if the essay is done. Jonghyun answers with a smile and puts his hands in his pockets. They go together in their usual place, up the stairs on the rooftop of the school. They look at the last students leaving the building from above.

It’s windy.

It’s almost spring.

Almost.

“I really liked that thing you wrote the other night. But I hope you didn’t write anything like that in your essay today!”

They laugh.

“No I didn’t, I don’t want the teacher to think I’m really mad… I answered all the questions like a good kid.”

Taemin smiles brightly.

“Thank you for listening to me even when I couldn’t say anything.”

“You’re welcome, that what friends are for. And I told you, I was just curious.”

“Am I that interesting?”

“I’m always curious about everything, don’t be too proud of yourself now.”

Jonghyun pushes him and Taemin is so thin that almost falls, so the other grabs his uniform and keeps him in place without even looking.

He cannot stop smiling.

“I still think I’m disgusting you know? I think about you in a disgusting way sometimes, I know it.”

“You’re not disgusting you’re just weird.”

“I know that.”

“But who isn’t weird in this world!”

Taemin opens his arms like someone who knows it all and walks backwards.

Jonghyun follows him, attracted like a magnet.

“You know, I spent all that time thinking because there was a thought that kept on running away from me, a thought that I couldn’t reach. It was what I needed to fill the blank page, do you understand? I was scared of finding it.”

“What was that thought hyung?”

They stop in the middle of the roof, Taemin brushes away a bang of hair from his eyes and Jonghyun follows the movement.

“It doesn’t matter anymore now. That thought… I found it.”

Jonghyun ventures out of the boundaries of his world and enters into Taemin’s one, tasting his lips with his eyes closed.

 

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Yeah, so this is my second entry for the amazing workshop by Shiny_A_plus ^^

Sorry for the mistakes, as always, I did my best >.<

Here's the Italian version if you're interested: http://www.efpfanfic.net/viewstory.php?sid=2563174

Yes, the title is inspired by Ellie Goulding's music.

A special thanks to all the readers and to my University friend, Ilaria. You're always inspiring babe.

Love from Italy! ^^

Chiara