His mouth moving, open, close. But no words coming out, only silence finding their way to express his status.

 

His gaze averting from the eyes that stared down his soul, looking at the street’s side ground, the gray blackish bricks

 

Vision refusing to see

 

Whole his body pulsing, making him feel rather dizzy

 

“I don’t have time, you know!” his voice harsher than he wanted it to be, he just wanted the one in front of him to speak

 

And again YoungJae stared down the ground under his feet, feeling too close to touching it although he is standing. How weird he could not speak when the scenario is well scripted in his head

 

When he opened his mouth a little too late to speak “Dae-“ he was cut by the rough fingers that grabbed him from the chin to face up

 

The younger’s eyes shining under the orange sky

 

And DaeHyun got stabbed by the look

 

As if in an impulse, lips met lips, very gentle, very smooth, very slow

 

Weeping is the sound of their love

 

So wet his cheeks, they stain the other’s

 

He can’t not sob but he doesn’t want the lock they share to be broken

 

Holding on was his only choice

 

Although DaeHyun was about to back away, shocked from the sorrow lingering, YoungJae had to grab him from the collars and roughens the kiss

 

out traces of affection

 

It tasted so sour, so heavy

 

He cried even harder

 

He thinks he would never miss this, would never need this

 

So he pulled away when he felt hungrier

 

Grinning at the frown

 

“Guess we are over?” was tuned more of a statement than wonder, but wonder it was

 

Then he left. He left. Because he couldn’t

 

He is not brave enough to say I loved you mores!

 

He wasn’t the one who would stop and stay. Although it is his final stop; His place to reside. And he knew it

 

But its not DaeHyun’s to stop. And he despised knowing that

 

 

 

 

 

 

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