Eyes Closed

Prologue

          He didn't know what made him fall for him. It could have been a few month ago, when they almost shared a kiss, it could have been when they were sitting on a bench on a chilly winter morning, talking about absurd things with no context, it could have been when they first met eyes after five years. He could have fallen in love with Taeyong ever since they were only twelve, when they knew no darkness or grief and the bitter truth of the world, that it is not as beautiful as it looks because everything beautiful has to meet its end.

          To Mark, Taeyong meant the world to him, he was his everything. But he still craved further than his love, his everything. He was so pretty and fragile, he appeared as if when the wind blew too harsh, he'll shatter and break. His legs, on the other hand, went on for miles and further more. A smooth expanse of skin can be glimpsed as one of the shoulders from the white knitted – sweaters, he wears during one of those especially cold days, slips down his delicate and bony shoulder. Moving up, his face was full of soft cheeks and brown doe eyes that made him appear so innocent and pure. It made Mark want to ruin it.