Sunlight
Fade to black
prologue: sunlight
The first thing he noticed was his hair: a dark shade of auburn – his dyed hair, smooth on the corners of his face, a perfect frame that covered his profile. Then, a quick gesture of his hand to tuck some locks behind his ear and a glimpse of his dark eyes and his nose.
Seungyoon followed him with his eyes when he turned his head and hid his face again. He was talking to someone, attentively, and kept moving the upper part of his body – Seungyoon caught every move he made: the stretch of his arms, how he waved his hands as he spoke, the movement of his neck and the outline of his white jaw, the way his back bended while he was laughing lightly.
The curiosity Seungyoon had was growing wider; he almost felt the urgency to grab his shoulder and turn him around and look at him.
Instead, he quietly sat at a table and waited. He treasured every second of his mystery. Hypnotized, he kept staring at his back and mumbled a random ordination to the waiter who attended him.
The second thing he noticed, after he was already under his spell, was his aura. It had to be his aura, Seungyoon thought, that made him tremble inside – and he felt his heart fluttering in his chest, like a bird that wanted to escape from his cage. He had an undeniable charm and Seungyoon didn’t even know how to define it, but he couldn’t keep his eyes off of him, not even for a second. He casually drank his coffee, spilling some drops on his hands.
Then, he turned.
And Seungyoon saw: the straight nose and smiley eyes, the droopy black eyebrows and high cheeks, and a hint of a grin on his soft and full lips. Seungyoon felt as he had just opened a present: his hand were still around the wrapping paper but he could already discern what was inside the box, a beauty hidden to everyone else inside the room, disclosed only to him.
He couldn’t be the only one who had noticed the glow that guy had; he was oozing such a charm in each little step and move, as claiming the attention of the whole room. But somehow, Seungyoon felt he was the only one who could see that.
The third thing he noticed, or even more realized, was that all he felt had a precise definition: love at first sight.
He remembers the first time he saw Taehyun. They were in a café and he can recall exactly how he embarrassingly kept staring at him without even blinking. That scene is tattooed on his eyelids: a memory that can never fade away.
Taehyun was a ray of light in that common and trivial place, a glowing star that captured the eye of the naïve viewer with his neat beauty. Seungyoon still remembers the emotions he felt: the mesmerism, the impossibility to articulate a word, the love... and a scary lucidity of what he wanted.
Now he fears that clarity.
There is a white blankness inside his chest, a void he has to fill up daily. And there is no sun that can warm up that coldness.
He avoids the light these days. He closes the window blinds, he shuts the world out and stay in the dark, waiting.
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