anticipation - stray kids

the pheonix

hope

paroxysm

(n.) a sudden outburst of emotion

cry - cigarettes after sex

"i swear i'll only make you cry"

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jisung had always been bad at hiding his emotions. 

whether he was happy or sad, it was always shown on his face despite his efforts to be neutral.

luckily for him however, he was almost always happy growing up.

he had a good family, good friends, a good life.

he went to a good school, filled with smart, educated people. no bullies, no rude teachers, the perfect school.

he was content, he liked his life, even though it got boring every now and then.

but that all changed when he turned sixteen and the dreams started.

he could remember his first distinctly.

in it, he was not himself but a different boy, a soul named peter, who felt love as intently as the raging waves crashing against the rocky shore.

as he, peter, wandered through the sprawling gardens, he felt a deep sense of longing in his heart, one that drew him to a figure standing beneath a centuries-old oak tree.

there, beneath the tree's twisted branches, stood myungwoo, radiant and otherworldly. in this past life, he was a vision of ethereal beauty, a reflection of everything peter longed for. his eyes sparkled with a mysterious enchantment, and his laughter filled the night air like a sweet melody sang by a siren. 

he was the very embodiment of peter's desires.

but it was the presence of another that sent a shiver down peter's spine - a figure who occupied myungwoo's heart and dreams. he was myungwoo's muse, the center of his universe, and the love that burned within myungwoo's heart was reserved for him alone.

peter's heart ached as he watched the two, their love an undeniable force of nature, an unbreakable bond that transcended time and space.

they were a symphony of love, and jisung was the silent spectator, locked in a nightmarish dream that he could not escape.

the dream felt like an eternity, a torturous reminder of a love that could never be peter's. jisung, in the throes of this past life, felt the despair of unrequited love, the agony of watching the one he adored love another.

he was powerless, an observer in a tragedy that played out repeatedly in his restless slumber.

and as the dream faded, jisung awoke, drenched in the bitter sweat of heartache, haunted by the memories of a past life that had left him with a yearning that transcended the boundaries of time and reality.

that dream marked the never ending torment that he found in his sleep every night since then. each one a different memory, each a different life, only seven of which including myungwoo, who lived under a different name whenever he appeared.

his face carried the dark bags under his eyes that were the result of the nights he'd spend awake, hoping that it would all go away.

jisung was a pheonix, he knew that now. 

jisung was destined to be alone, he knew that too.

alone for an eternity of suffering and pain.

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jisung's story is probably by far my favourite and probably the most intricate too. lot's of different ideas were merged together to create his character and it took me ages so i hoped you enjoyed it :)

- hyunwaffles