these pictures are life

genre; angst

rating; pg

notes(+warnings); obsession(?),too much devotion,lapslock,errors,5am writing,i didn't get any sleep then i thought of this so i wrote it and it got out of hand ;-; idek what kind of story this is . . . (and just so you could maybe feel the atmosphere more,try listening to sara bareilles' gravity while reading) ♡

they say it only takes three seconds to fall in love. they say that love is blind. they say love makes you selfish.

mingyu says they're right.

he sits and stares at a boy,a little older that he is,from a distance. stares at his genuine smile,his sincere laugh,his grateful appearance.

he knows it will never be,but he's still hoping. hoping that someday those dark,brown orbs will look at him the way his looks at it. still hoping that the beautiful smile will someday be about him. hopeless thinking. that's what it is.

this is probably what his friends always tells him. you're one of the hundreds and thousands of people surrounding him,don't think you have a chance. not being mean or anything,but don't depend your life on him he doesn't even know you. who cares,right? he loves him. that's what matters.

as the fansigning event ended mingyu stand up from the bench he's sitting. it's enough that i know you're happy.

mingyu's phone rings and he quickly answers it,"hello?"

"where the heck are you?! we're supposed to be meeting at the library?" an angry voice replied over the line.

"o-oh,sorry! i was just-"

"save it,gyu. i know you're at the fansign. i just really need your help on this one okay? i really wanna pass."

"yes,yes. again,i'm sorry. i'll text you when i get there." mingyu ended the call and put the phone back into his pocket. standing up and grabbing his things,he hears something drop from the stage where the fansign was held.

a muffled whine comes after,he turns around and saw him sitting on the stage massaging his ankles. he quickly goes up the stage without even thinking about what he's doing.

"a-are you alright?" mingyu says,helping the older boy get up.

"uh,yeah." the boy takes his helping arm and holds it tightly. "thanks."

"does it hurt?!" he was panicking now,seeing the hurt expression drawing the other boy's face.

"y-yeah,kinda. i didn't know what happened i was just trying to walk then i kinda black out."

mingyu's eyes widens,he looks at the beautiful dark,brown orbs that he's been dreaming for two years now. shiny dark,brown eyes looking directly at him. "a-are you eating well? having enough rest? sleep?!"

the guy blinks for awhile,registering mingyu's questions,and suddenly laughs quietly showing his adorable smile. "don't worry,yes i am eating well. i might be a little tired today. i'm gonna take a good rest later when i get home."

"oh,that's good"

"you're name is..?"

"mingyu. kim mingyu."

"well,i'm hoshi," he made a gesture with his index finger slanting slightly below his right eyes,"if you did not know."

oh,mingyu knows who he is. he's kwon soonyoung,his stage name is hoshi,19,dancer and a member of the group that everybody's been fawning about. he's been a fan of the group ever since their pre-debut dance practice came out two and a half years ago. after that,he can't stop thinking how fluid this blonde hair guy moves. it's like he's one with the music.

he's been mingyu's inspiration for a lot of things. like passing through the mid terms every years since he saw him,facing his fears,and everything else. he's like mingyu's own personal lucky charm.

how could he not know who this is. it's kwon soonyoung,the love of his entire life.

"yeah..." he replies,dumbfounded. "i know."

"oh,well,hmm. thank you again. see you some other time,mingyu-ssi!" soonyoung limped going outside the tent where the staffs and his other members are waiting for him to come.

mingyu then hears a 'hyung,what happened?' and a 'nothing,i just fell.' coming from behind him.

he shakes everything off and began his walk to the library.

as he walks alone,he remembers what his friends told him about this how thing. he rembers that,yeah,maybe i really don't have a chance with him. maybe i really can't be with him. but seeing him happy is enough. seeing him healthy id enough. seeing smile is enough. even if it isn't because of me.

mingyu believes that it's true that if you love someone set them free. if you love someone so much that you'd do anything to make them happy even if that means accepting

that they will never reciprocate your feelings.

mingyu sighs and swallows all the emotions up. continues his walk until he spots the library that they talked about.

"you know,i didn't noticed it before but he has really beautiful skin as well." mingyu speaks some time while his friends reads him something about korean history

"you're a complete idiot kim mingyu."

"shut up seokmin,at least hear me out here. you're the only one that can tolerate this thoughts of mine." mingyu jokes at his friend,and seokmin laughs quietly at this.

"but seriously,don't you ever get tired? i know i always ask this but,aren't you? you've been following him for two years and you've talked to him thousands of time but he still needs to ask you what you name is?"

"he has a lot of fans,of course he forgets them."

"okay well,i don't know. suit yourself. you know i'm only saying this because i care about you."

"i know,i know." mingyu then tries to swallow the lump in his throat as he listens to seokmin's subtle form of 'stop obsessing with a guy who can't even remember your name after meeting him for the 50th time'.

he always avoids every little warning. because my love for soonyoung is bigger than any of those combined.

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