Kumiyo's MinSung Collection

Desires

We were alone in my room, just the two of us. It was late-very late, so even the nightlife was quiet at the hour.

Jisung...

Just saying his name brings a light feeling to my chest. His blue hair- it was blue at the time. It reflected the lights in my room, it made the subtle color in his dye shine.

Next to him, I always looked boring. His style was unique, for me anyway. He wore makeup, his clothes were almost exclusively black. He told me about bands I had no clue existed, an entire world of music I had no knowledge of.

Music I couldn't understand, much less figure out how to dance to. I never listened to rock music, and I still don't listen to it. It reminds me so much of Jisung, it's painful really. I suppose that's something he'd find beautiful, in his own strange, poetic way.

I was special to him then. He only showed his serious side to me...I like to think that's what was happening. From all I knew, I was the only one.

Jisung...he was the one person who could make me feel the most normal, and the most strange simultaneously. He was beautiful, In a way not many people can be.

I don't listen to rock music, and I didn't like to. But I liked when Jisung listened to it. The noise was unorganized to me, but He made all of my critiques go out the window.

Jisung made the music beautiful. His perfect skin and soft lips made the guitars sound sultry and sensual. He made the hissing of the cymbals sound alluring and lewd.

I'll never spend moments like these with anyone else. No one will ever have me so deeply enraptured like Jisung does. Still- after all these years, I'll think about how to dance to rock music.

There's only one dance you can do, and it can't be done alone. Jisung and I danced that dance together.

And I'll never move on from it, so long as I'm living- rock music will only remind me of one thing: desires...