he loved him.
he loved him.
together, they tore the sky down.
jongin. kyungsoo.
they looked into each other's eyes, both pairs full of passion, sparkling with love. were they too young?
screw age, they decided. fuck it. fuck being "too young."
he loved him, and he loved him. they weren't afraid. they sang songs together and held hands together and breathed together and lived together and slept together. everything. together.
kyungsoo was starstruck.
jongin was wonderstruck.
both were lovestruck.
they completed each other, from seconds to minutes to hours to days then weeks and months and finally, years. they trusted each other and wanted each other and thought of nothing but each other.
they were in love.
they thrusted their hearts into the other's hands, ensuring they'd keep it safe. and they did.
jongin and kyungsoo, kyungsoo and jongin. it didn't matter how you put it, their worlds revolved around the other and full of acquiescence,
love was in their territories,
their waters.
but sometimes,
water evaporates.
