Stray kids imagines

Hyunjin-•.• The Stars•.•

"I used to often look out the window to an ocean of stars, you know? It's crazy how something can Look both beautiful and intimating at the same time. It Used to be quite the sight, the stars shining brightly at me. Smiling at me. The moon reflecting its hope and passion. It was nice to talk to them because I knew they couldn't talk back. They would just listen. And listen. Whenever I looked at them it made my heart at rest. I knew their brightness could outshine any sort of loneliness and sorrow living deep within my skin. But then I realised something. And ocean of stars is just as big as the ocean. Just as dark as the darkest secrets and just as empty as the promises I've been told and promised they would keep. After realising this I stopped looking out the window. I stopped believing in the man in the moon. And now I just sit there, closing my eyes. Not wanting to face the fact, that stars are just a floating rocks. Each and every one of them being alone in an empty space. Drifting into the oblivion. Alone and forgotten" You said, looking up at the night sky, closing your eyes. You breathed in the cold air, quickly rapping your arms around yourself. Not wanting any heat to escape your grasp.

You hadn't been up here for ages, it brought back to memories you didn't want to remember. The stars are evil. Don't let them fool you. As much as they shine, and you can feel their brightness spread through you, they always want something back for return. That's just how it is.

But it was just like it used to be. That Icy breeze that attacked you with a whisper tone. How it slightly blew you hair, so your pale face was reviled.

"Deep" Hyunjin said amazed. "Extremely deep" He stared up at the ocean of stars. Thinking about what you had just said. Each and every word swirling in his brain. He had never looked at the stars in this way before. Alone and forgotten. Hyunjin did the same and closed his eyes. Not wanting to except the reality that was just laid out in front of him. He let the cool breeze, brush smoothly over his face.

Still with eyes closed, You laughed. "It's kind of my thing"