❝ Sometimes, I think of the sun and the moon as lovers who rarely meet, always chase, and always miss one another. But once in a while, they do catch up, and they kiss, and the whole world stares in awe at their eclipse. ❞
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"Sometimes, I think of the sun and the moon as lovers who rarely meet, always chase, and always miss one another. But once in a while, they do catch up, and they kiss, and the whole world stares in awe at their eclipse."
Minho recalled Hyunjin explaining that to him underneath the exact eclipse, remembered vividly how much he had laughed it off to hide the adoration and the awestruck look in his eyes that he had for the younger. Nobody can get poetic and romantic in something so simple like Hyunjin, he was different than every dull human being in Minho's eyes.
He was.. something else.
He remembers how that was ten years from now, when they were still young and reckless children who were both lost and only relied on one another.
He was seventeen years old, and the later was just two years younger, fifteen.
They both ran away from their houses, one who was scared of his alcoholic father, the other who wanted and tried his best to bring comfort to the one who cried desperately - hoping that one day everything would just end, and that this was all just a nightmare that he barely woke up on.
