I'm trying out a new writing format—hope you like it c:

Enjoy~

Excerpt (part one):

i.

It’s four in the afternoon with both the full moon and the sun somehow hanging in the sky amongst the clouds when Sehun first catches sight of Jongin. Staring at the fairly tall figure lying on the gravel, he feels it—the sort of indescribable pull similar to the way the moon revolves around the Earth. Everything about him is flawless: the way his body is built, the way his face is structured, the way his dark hair falls just above his eyebrows over his tanned skin. Sehun thinks he’s a work of art that should be preserved.

So past the sound of sirens, past the chatter of bystanders, the crushed pieces of metal scattered across the freeway, and the deep red that covers his face and body, Sehun can’t help but just sit there and admire what he wants his forever.