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my sol; park sunghoon

## [ my sol ] : : park sunghoon . . . ! !

genre: angst

description: you are my sol, but it turns out, i was never your luna.

word count: 2.4k

a/n:  just so it doesn't cause any confusion every different phase of the moon mentioned is a different memory/flashback !! so don't be confused #pls #imbadwriter #bye.

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Sometimes, the most memorable things in life aren't the grandest of gestures – but the smallest of feats. You find yourself remembering more of the miniscule acts: how his fingers would randomly rake through your hair; treating it like it was the finest silk in the world, or when he would press kisses on your forehead whenever he was leaving for practice, or even refilling your glass of water whenever you were preoccupied with studying.

The times where he would sing you a hushed lullaby, while encasing your body with his strong arms. You remember those memories far more vividly than the rest.

It was the wee hours of the morning, yet you were up, and your mind was swarmed by surges of memories that you have tried to repress time and time again.

You feel a stream of cold air gushing inside from the cracks of your window, ultimately brushing against your exposed arms, and as if on command, your mind instantly brings you back to a series of scenarios.

With him.

*

The NEW MOON, was glimmering under the obsidian night skies, perfectly capturing its luminance. You stared silently, resting your arms upon the windowsill of your bedroom.

"What are you looking at?" A voice disrupts you from your wandering thoughts. Just from hearing the all-too-familiar voice, you turn, meeting eyes with your boyfriend, Sunghoon.

Directing your gaze back to your window, you point with your finger. "It's a new moon today."

His gaze flickers from your index finger to the breathtaking sight of the moon outside your window.

It stays silent for a few more minutes. Until you bring something up, "This reminds me, do you remember the story I told you about before?"

Sunghoon turns to rub his chin in slight confusion, and suddenly follows it afterwards with an appeased sound. "Ah! Is it the one where you said like the sun was infatuated with the moon? But they couldn't be together?"

You turn to face him. "Yeah, something like that. The sun and the moon were in love, but they couldn't see each other. Until one day, the moon rose earlier than expected and met the sun's gaze, which forgot to descend upon catching eyes with his. For a few seconds, they united under the skies, and everyone was at awe at the sight. But eventually, they had to part, and up until now, the world keeps waiting for the day they'll meet once again. "

Not even noticing how engrossed in your storytelling you were, the next thing you knew, he had already wrapped a thick blanket around your shivering figure. "Then why do you always compare me to the sun then? Are you trying to insinuate something? You know that I won't ever leave you, right? – Wait, are you the one leaving?"

"I know that, and no, I'm not leaving." You feel your cheeks flare up at Sunghoon's sudden confession, ultimately catching you off guard. "It's just that, you shine brightly as the sun, you know?"

He tries to stop himself from grinning at your statement. "And you are like the moon, you know that? Though you don't shine as brightly, you still glow the brightest in the darkest of nights."