Park Sooyoung is sixteen with a heart too big for her body and a girl with the sun in her eyes while Kim Mingyu is barely, just barely knows what it means to be himself, with rainsoaked eyes and hurricane-like smiles. 

A flickering light in the darkness and screaming lips in silence-waiting, wailing and wanting to be noticed.

Two hearts, blood pumping in their veins, either beating loudly proving that they are alive, here and breathing or beating slowly into the void; mellow in falling asleep drums, straying away from all the bright things in this world.

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"You know, the brightest thing in life is to realize that even when the world is thrown into chaos, you still have someone by your side," she looks across the light shining brightly above them, a soft smile carved across her lips. She waits for him to answer, her heart hopeful for an answer other than silence.

"Knowing that you are in a safe place far away from harm is the best thing in that situation." she disagrees but only to shake her head. She will never be able to win to his logical argument.

"It's not about that, Mingyu. That's not what I meant."

He holds her eyes when they meet. "I know what you meant. I know exactly what you meant-" sunkissed skin contradicting hers, a colour so human and earthly she has to refrain herself from taking a closer look, his skin painted gold and glittering under the sunlight. "You can only think about yourself in that situation."

She holds herself back to show any signs of disappointment. She can't lose to this side of him. "Isn't that a little bit selfish?"

"It's not like anyone will think of m-"

"I will," she forces herself to look at him despite how he has stopped and look at her with an incredulous look. He needs to know that someone actually cares about him. That's what she thinks about when she chooses to throw away her shyness of being honest to express her inner feelings. "I will be worried for you if you are in a safe place or not."

He scoffs, heart so murky and lacking from light to notice that she cares, she notices him and she's literally giving her heart for him "I can't guarantee that you will even cross my mind, though."

Her heart falls only to be brought up by the light in her eyes. He is broken, what good does he know about caring for someone like her? She's just one of the many people whose existence he notices. "I don't need it, you have too many people to think about other than me."

He runs his fingers to his well-tousled brown hair, looking so dashing and boyish Sooyoung can never get over it. His eyebrows are furrowed worryingly all of the sudden, as if he just realized what he had done wrong. A heavy sigh billows out of his lips. "I'm sorry, I was being insensitive."

A smile carved on her lips is soft and tender, like her hands and her eyes in a deep pool of warm chocolate milk. He's looking at her and she's looking at something afar from them, a scene so ethereal between the two of them no one will ever see. This is them without the world seething envy from their lips, its eyes blazing in jealousy with what they have between each other.

It's the space of quietness between their legs and their bodies, straightened and a little bit bruised by unfiltered words, smiles either too soft to be noticed or too careless to be taken seriously. It's them with their hearts either longing for each other or wanting to be apart.

"You're just being yourself," of course and she's right. She's the only place he can ever be himself. The only person who accepts him with his bitter and fearful heart.

He fiddles with the tribal bracelet on his left wrist, tugging and tugging it out of habit. "How can you stand being by my side, Sooyoung?"

His voice is too soft to be heard for the first time, and she realizes that he did it intentionally.

She pretends to not hear what he said, because the answer will be too much of a burden for him to understand, too many things she wants to say that time won't make up all the things she wishes him to listen.

Time just won't be enough length for what Sooyoung has in her mind for him.

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"Between the dust and the debris 
There’s a light surrounding you and me."

- Kate-Miller Heidke

"You are damaged and broken and unhinged. But so are shooting stars and comets."

- Nikita Gill