Dear MoonSun,

You have inspired a story within me that has letter-writing as the main premise so I think it would only be fitting for me to write you guys one, even though you may never see it.

Fans write RPF’s (Real People Fiction) hoping to produce output from daydreams, even if they never leave the wilderness of the internet. Good combinations of people, especially when they are real people, bring about a very unique kind of spark that lights up the humans deep inside the zombies created by the world we live in today, one that is filled to the brim with all sorts of requirements that are so difficult to fulfill, some made up in the head, some made up by what we call society. Neither classification is clear, both openly refutable, and thus, very confusing.

I used to wonder what my peers would mean when they would refer to something as a ‘passion project’ or as a project ‘for the soul’. I mean don’t get me wrong, this is not my first ever piece of fanfiction, but I have NEVER felt this deeply about writing anything else before. Just writing chapter outlines had me crying like a baby! So, I suppose I know what they mean now. Any effort so far that I’ve directed into this story has made me feel the most alive in a long time, so much that I feel a catharsis of sorts coming.

So thank you so much, MoonSun (and Mamamoo, actually), for existing and breathing life into days that seem to insist that they should be sapped of their relevance–days that only seem to want to pressure, exhaust, and spark questions that have no answers. Thank you for choosing to love each other the way you do, whether or not I interpret it here correctly (although I do hope the way I’m going to write you guys here is the way it really is). I think regardless of how we Moomoos perceive you, what the two of you have should go down in history somehow. Then again the number of interactions your AO3 and AFF tags alone have gathered over time must have made some kind of history already, yes? Notwithstanding stats in other platforms, even.

For against all of its complications and the bad reputation it has gone on to build, you, MoonSun, have proven that love, in and of itself, is really what, as The Beatles have claimed, all you need. If you’re lucky, though, it is an arsenal. I have come to believe this because you show it to me, shamelessly, with the rest of the world as your fortunate audience, whenever the opportunity arises. Reliably. Others who have yet to witness you, my dear YongKong ByulKong, have no clue they’re missing out on something that is so straightforward but so deeply, profoundly beautiful at the same time.

What you have is extremely rare, especially in this age of deep, genuine connections having taken second place in favor of rather stupid things positioning themselves as more important. Watching you two be with each other reminds me, on a personal level, that being alive, vulnerable, and just who you are: a flawed human being blessed with the capacity to love, is enough. And that life is worth living.

I will always cherish having existed at the same time as you.

Saranghanu. 💚

To the rest of you who are not MoonSun reading this, lol,

Hi!

I have returned, as promised, with this ‘big one’ as vaguely mentioned in my last piece, The Dam and the Breakwater. My MoonSun here will ‘run’ on the same premise as they did in that story–you’ll probably have an idea of that if you’ve read it. If you haven’t, or didn’t get my nerdy (haha):

Yong mentions in The Dam and the Breakwater that she feels like she and Byul, with the use of a cloth metaphor, make up two halves of a big cloth, rather than the more common concept of soulmates feeling like they were cutout from the same cloth.

My observation of MoonSun has brought me to the conclusion that they are Twin Flames. That’s what you call the concept of being ‘two halves of a big cloth”.

Of course, more on that in the inside pages. ;)

Tiny bit more background, this has been in the works for over a year. As such, I have most of the story outlined, so right now I’m working on cleaning those up with the help of some wonderful people, who I will mention in specific ways as the story progresses.

I was supposed to write this heavily inspired by the Mamamoo song ‘Universe’, but I watched Taeyeon’s Killing Voice and heard her song ‘Gravity’. Keep that in mind throughout the story.

Lastly, my style here will be closer to how screenplays are written (as I majored in Communications and not Literature hahaha) than literary or narrative. Hopefully you will find it refreshing.

I would like to again dedicate this story to all those whose lives, like mine, have been touched by YongKong ByulKong, the purest show of true love by two public figures ever in history (in my opinion), and for you, who might be in need of a little love. This is a lil piece of my heart right here, take it and use it as needed. ❤️

Moomoo-deul, I give you Gravity. Enjoy!