Beauty

What is beauty? it's a word that we all know, but we still can't really recognize

Meaningless

What is beauty? it comes in shapes and figures

Pointless

We view it in different ways, beauty is perishable, it fades in the dark as we grow up

It fades alongside our identities as we burn into flames searching for wealth, pride, acceptance and joy

Beauty is yet immortal, it lingers in the back of our minds, in the depths of our hearts

If you were to ask Hoseok what is beauty, he would say it's all the goodness in the world, the smile on a child's face, butterflies sleeping on flowers,  the sunlights creeping through the leaves

We all would relate beauty to everything happy, everything pleasurable, everything blissful
 

However we all tend to forget the beauty of the stars swimming in a dark blue ocean
We forget the beauty of the sky's tears
Or for better use of words, we ignore the gloominess of it
 

Beauty
 

Beauty can be the blood streaming down a sad soul, mingling with sorrowful stories each teardrop holds

Beauty can bruises adoring ones skin, reflecting struggles and fights
 

It can be bites and marks of a lover, need and lust hiding each and few
 

Or maybe that's not actual beauty, that would be way too twisted and messed up wouldn't it?

Still if you were to ask Hoseok what's beauty now
He'd close his eyes, and call it a broken, frail soul
He'd call it a tragedy, call it the love story of the sun and moon, a love full of sacrifices, where one dulls down its light so one can shine

Hoseok was the moon
Taehyung was the sun

Taehyung who blinds everyone with his big smile, heart shaped lips, bright hair and sparkling eyes
The one who would break you if you stare a little closer, a little longer
The one who ruined Jung Hoseok

Now who is Jung Hoseok? to be honest, he himself doesn't know, he kind of lost who he really was while searching for kim taehyung, digging to find his heart, to own it, but he failed, falling way too hard, breaking his wings and legs, falling way too strong to stand up again
Or maybe he just doesn't try, he doesn't bother because he doesn't want to run away, he promised not to run away, so he just waits around, watching his ownself die and fade, watches pieces of him lost in a ed up fairytale.

Kim taehyung was beautiful, indeed was beautiful, gorgeous, angelic, whatever word you can come up with.
His smile could light up the whole world, adding up the small crinkles by his dreamy eyes that could melt any heart.
A small nose, high cheeks and a jawline to kill for, made up the piece of art that is taehyung's face, bright orange bangs covering those dark doe eyes traced from the depths of hell, a tall thin body covers his weak yet unbreakable bones, that walks around looking way too frail yet owning the whole place. Everyone would bow for him, beg for his attention

an attention from a boy who couldn't even stand his own flesh

It all makes no sense, Taehyung makes no sense, his laugh was a song angels wrote themselves

His cries were a lullaby made in heaven

Everything about him was out of this world, and Hoseok tried to understand him, followed him until the end of the universe to understand, still he just got too far away from home with no clue
or maybe he did find something
He finally understood
Understood why his heart skipped a beat whenever Taehyung's around
Why his hands gets all sweaty, turning into fists, digging his nails into his own palm trying to calm the shaking
 

He finally understood those dreams full of deep kisses and sweet slow love making
He wanted to taste the bittersweet that is kim taehyung, wanted the deep soulful voice to scream his name full of lust and passion
wanted him to whisper promises, to pour emotions

He was hungry, his heart was hungry for pure affection and love, was hungry for his love, for taehyung' skin, he wanted to touch, to feel, to own and to mark
He was hoping too much, too long
or maybe hoseok was greedy, was selfish and very greedy
then again maybe he just lost track of reality

It was all familiar, breath to breath, lips to lips, interviewed hands, sounds of skin to skin, heartbeats singing a beautiful sad symphony in heaven
It all was fireworks that seemed way too cold, way too freezing

simply Jung Hoseok fell in love, lost himself in love, he only knows that he is the ashes of a burning flame that once was him and taehyung's love story

oh the lies!
oh the irony that is love, a beautiful feeling you say?
No Hoseok only knew that love is painful, it's deadly and suffocating, you kill yourself for love, you die for love

Shouldn't he hold regrets then?

No he doesn't, never did, never will, he just fell innocently in love with the sinful, forbidden beauty that is Kim Taehyung

But he knew, he knew well that each kiss, each breath, each word and each look held a sincere promise
an empty hope
and a lost love

Kim taehyung is his, his only, yet could never be truely his, because he's a lost soul, a lost, empty and dead soul that never belonged here, was too perfect and flawless for such ruined world

"wake up, Hoseok, i'll always be here, even when it gets too cold"

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this is what happens when i start writing with no goal or plot whatsoever, ugh i missed writing

ING CASUALLY RUINING MY EFFING LIFE