I see rainbow in your smile (ENG version)

I see rainbow in your smile

MINKEY

A sunny autumn afternoon. Nature is awash with all its colors, and you're as joyful as a child. You're holding my hand, pulling me into a pile of fallen leaves. You look so beautiful with the sunlight reflecting off your blonde hair. I stand a little apart, laughing as you play with a small dog, both of you running around in the heaps of leaves. Suddenly, the sky darkens. I lift my head to the heavens and feel cold drops on my face. I glance at you and see you running towards me, laughing. I take your hand, and we run towards a nearby gazebo. You wrap your arms around my waist and press yourself against my chest. I kiss your hair gently, and you purr like a kitten. "Look, a rainbow," you point to the sky, which is now blue again. I smile at you. "I see a rainbow in your smile," I whisper the chorus of your favorite song into your ear. You blush and look into my eyes. I kiss you again, then gently push you away. You make a disapproving sound and look at me, confused. I smile shyly, kneel down, and pull out a small box containing two matching rings. I didn't need to say anything; you began nodding enthusiastically.

A sunny autumn afternoon. Nature is full of colors, but the day feels strangely gloomy. Is it because of your mood? Is it because you're not smiling? Is it because you're not jumping into the fallen leaves or chasing the little dog running around happily? I stand apart, not smiling. Is it because you're not smiling? Slowly, I follow your steps as you head toward the gazebo. You stop just before it, taking a deep breath. It hurts me. You step inside, gripping the railing as your knees buckle. The sky has darkened. I lift my head... Are those drops falling from the sky, landing on my face? I don't feel them. "I saw a rainbow in your smile," I say quietly. Startled, you turn and look around. Then you shake your head and light a candle you placed on the ground a moment ago. "I love you," you say softly. And you leave the gazebo, noticing a man standing nearby. You smile at him. He looks surprised, thinking you didn't see him. "I love you too," I said. You flinched, turned in my direction, and smiled. "Thank you," I whisper, "thank you for smiling at me one last time..."

2MIN

You were my first love. Even though I've found someone I love more than anything in the world, I still vividly remember the day I first saw you, the day we became friends, the day I fell in love with you, the day you broke my heart...

I always looked up to you. You were like a god to me. When I was five and scraped my knee, you took care of me. When I was ten and my parents were arguing, you took me in and made sure I didn't think about them. When you were seventeen and scraped your knee, I took care of you. I stayed with you in the hospital the whole time. When I was fifteen and saw you running on the grass after you recovered, I fell in love. I fell in love with your smile. I fell in love with the energy with which you ran across the field. When you were eighteen, you went to the Olympics. When you were eighteen, a new family moved into your neighborhood. When you were eighteen, you fell in love for the first time. When I was sixteen, you broke my heart.

"Damn you, bastard," I sighed and started crying. I looked around at the people present. My gaze stopped at a young man wearing a large black hat. He caught my eye and tried to smile. I carefully made my way over to him. "I'm glad you could make it," he said quietly. "I couldn't not come; I'd never forgive myself. I missed so many times..." "He understood; he had a busy schedule too. You were there for all the important moments. You were his best friend," he tried to comfort me. "Shouldn't I be the one comforting you?" I said, supporting him as his knees gave way. "He had a great life, surrounded by people who loved him, and he was always a bit selfish... He's probably laughing at us, seeing us lost without him." Kibum tried to joke. "Just wait, we'll deal with him in the next life," I whispered to him just before the pastor called for the final farewell.

JongKey

Hi, what's your name? What do you do? What do you like? What makes you happy? So many questions and no answers. Probably because I haven't gathered the courage to speak to you yet. Day after day, I watch you wandering through the park, then sitting on a bench. You sit and stare at the calm surface of the water. Sometimes you sob quietly, sometimes you laugh, and sometimes you have a stone-cold expression. You look like someone who's been through something and has a story to tell, even though you're young. You look much younger than me. You're beautiful. It hurts me to see tears falling from your beautiful cat-like eyes. Why are you crying? Why are you laughing? Who is it for? Just questions, no answers.

Today, you're here earlier than usual. You head straight for the bench and sit down. You turn your face to the sun and close your eyes. You look so peaceful, bathed in sunlight. Do you like the sun? Is that why you came early today, to catch one of the last sunny autumn days? Suddenly, you get up and slowly walk towards a nearby gazebo. A small white dog crosses your path, running around. You smile at him, but there's pain reflected in your face. Curiosity got the better of me, and I followed you. I stood a little apart and watched you enter the gazebo. You had to hold on to the railing. I was too far away to see what you were doing. After a moment, you came out again. You smiled. Did you smile at me? You turned back to the gazebo once more. And then, with graceful steps, you walked in my direction. I guess I wasn't as inconspicuous as I thought. I smiled.

"My name is Kibum." Before I could even respond, you were already leaving.

"Jonghyun... nice to meet you."

ONTAE

Sometimes I think about you. How are you? What are you doing? What are you doing... a stupid question... I know what you're doing. I see you on TV, in magazines. You're living your dream. But I want to know, is it what you imagined? Is it what you dreamed of? Are you really happy? Surely yes, judging by your smiling face staring back at me from the magazine cover. You've changed, you're even more beautiful.

I often wonder what I'd say to you if we met. What would be my first words after all these years? What would you say to me? Would you smile? Would it hurt you? Or would you just look at me and walk on without a word? It's hard to say. What would you do? It's been so many years, it feels like we never met. So how could I guess your reaction? I haven't changed at all, I'm still the same. Would you want to know that? Do you ever think about me? Have you forgotten me?

Funny enough, I've been thinking about you more and more lately. Do you know why? Recently, at the airport, I saw a young man who looked just like you. I thought it was you. I ran after him, but he disappeared before I could get a good look. I had to laugh at myself, silly old man. What would you be doing here? So far from home...

Paris was gloomy these days, he thought. He pulled his black coat closer around him. He put on a black mask to avoid being recognized. He stood there for hours, just watching as the doors of the café opened and closed, as people came and went. But he never dared to go in himself. Maybe next year, when he returns to the city of love, he'll find the courage to step inside. Maybe next year, or maybe the year after...