he was pointing at the moon (but I was looking at his hand)
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There are about 7.6 billion people in the world, and 9.8 million in Seoul. Donghae can’t fathom how lucky he is to have met Hyukjae when they were kids, because he’s been his favourite person ever since. Hyukjae thinks he knows everything there is to know about Donghae, but even the best of friends keep secrets from each other.
Long story short, Donghae is in love with his best friend.
Foreword
Donghae is 7, and he’s sitting on the swing next to Hyukjae and watching the glee in the other boy’s eyes as he points towards the sky.
Donghae is 17, and he’s on the treadmill running next to Hyukjae, pretending to watch his own running form in the mirror, when really he’s watching the way sweat’s gleaming off his best friend’s face as he complains about not beating his personal best.
Donghae is 24, and he’s sitting on his bed, trying his best to study for his finals, all while distracted by the way Hyukjae’s face is adorably scrunching up as he forces himself to finish his undergraduate thesis.
Donghae pines, pines, and pines, hoping that one day these feelings will either magically disappear overnight or he’ll get what he has always wanted.
He does.
Someday. (Or all along.)
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A/N:
Title is from Richard Siken's poem "Anyway".
Came across the quote by chance and couldn't resist writing a fic about it. I've never actually written a pining fic anyway, so why not give it a shot!
Will only be 3 to 4 chapters long.
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