Silent Blue ✦ 2jae (discontinued)

. seven .

"Let's go out tonight. You and me."

It's like a movie, almost— give or take fancy lighting and scripts and directors. He feels brave, like he can do anything, and it's in the dead of night that his confidence shines through like headlights in the snow. He doesn't know for a second what time it is, or how long they have until the sun rises, or if the sun had just set— all he knows is that he has right now, and right now only. All he can see is the able body in front of him, standing with gentle features he can't quite see.

He's almost unsure that this figure is human— would he be able to see it if it were? Maybe it's too grotesque for his mind, he thinks. Maybe it's so horrible that his eyes blind themselves for a mere second, only in that space in front of him.

He turns around, and they're on a gondola in Italy, slowly riding the river with a figure driving the boat. There's no one else around, and no one but the two of them, and the figure is hardly being. He doesn't guess that the figure is listening, oh no, surely not. He doesn't guess that it's evil either— nothing so dark would take up such a warm hearted hobby.

He felt the temperature rise in his right hand, a left hand holding on tight, almost to say "I'm here, and I'll stay," but he knows that's ridiculous. He still can't see the face, though, the one that belongs to the hand so passionately resting in his own. He doesn't know why they haven't said a word, yet they feel so close, like they'll never grow apart or fall out of each other's lives.

"There's a time they call silent blue," he hears, coming from the frontman. His heart starts beating rapidly, more with a gentle anxiety than fear, and he finds himself holding tighter to the unknown person's hand. The image of small buildings with old street lights reflecting against the water, the moon shining over them, turns into uncertainty between reality and fantasy, what's real and was isn't, what's past and what's present— though the future is right there.

"I think that's my favourite time of day."

And Jaebum woke up in a cold sweat, and not frantically like the movies portrayed, but as if he was too tired to move any more and was unable to be shocked. He was reminded of an old friend, suddenly, someone who popped back into his mind every now and again, whose closure he never received.

He wasn't particularly haunting, Jackson Wang, but certainly a mystery. And Jaebum thought it unfair— they were close.

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[an] sorry this is out so late. i was dealing with some personal issues that i had to prioritize. thank you so much for supporting the story, and 500 reads!! ♡