Twinkling, Shining Lights

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Authors Note:- Hello everyone! Before we began I just wanted to clarify something. In my BIGBANG TOP fanfiction, I dedicated a chapter to some of the most common Korean words I use in my writing so anyone who is new to the language doesn't get confused. Please do check that out if you're unsure of anything or simply message me and I'll be happy to clear out anything you may find new and unfamiliar. In this particular one-shot, I use a few additional words and I just wanted to put in a disclaimer letting people know what they mean before they start reading so that once again all confusions can be avoided.

Wangja- Prince

Yeobo- Term used in endearment for your lover/partner

Beyond these two words I don't think I've used anymore so without further ado please enjoy the one-shot and as always do let me know what you think! :)

Also in this particular one-shot JongHyun is famous and a part of SHINee... such will not always be the case but I will put up a little disclaimer before each chapter to let you know if it is or not.

"Are you looking up at the same sky and missing me just as much as I'm missing you? Do you feel my presence with you, even when there are thousands of miles between us? Do you still remember me in your heart, the same way I treasure you in mine?"

The cool breeze fluttered silently through my open long hair straight to my aching hot scalp helping to soothe me. Smiling I leaned forward on the balcony where I was stood as per norm, having my daily conversation with the sparkling stars. They were twinkling brightly today just as they did every other night I fondly gazed upon them. I enjoyed spending my nights out here on the balcony after a hard day of work because it made me feel closer to him. I felt like if I was stood outside gazing up at the same beautiful starry sky he was, then he'd somehow be able to hear me and I'd automatically just with that thought feel more connected to him.

"I missed the bus today." Laughing I shook my head at myself. "I walked into the office one and a half hour later than my designated time today Wangja! Let's just say that it's now safe to presume I shan't be winning employee of the month anytime soon!"

I pouted playfully up at the midnight black sky. "Aish and I really wanted to win that trophy this month! I put in so many extra hours just so that mean manager would see my hard work and effort and make me the employee of the month."

Smiling wryly I shrugged my shoulders, my gaze fixated on the swirl of dark, enticing colours above me. "Oh well Wangja, I suppose it was my own fault for messing up like that. I should have gotten up the minute Unnie came upstairs to my room to wake me."

Street lights flickered on and off in the near distance, their lamps shining a pattern on the old weary cobblestones. My heart fluttered in my chest as I peered down at them remembering all those late night walks we used to go on together. We'd leave the house at odd hours of the night when neither one of us could sleep and we'd spend our time singing and talking under the dark inky ceiling of the nighttime skies. They were magical moments that I hadn't appreciated enough when he had been here by my side and now that he was gone they were all I could remember.

His touch, the feel of his body by my side, his hands in mine, his eyes locked on me and his beautiful laughter that would light a fire on his breathtakingly handsome face was what kept me going when times were rough.

I missed him. I missed my Wangja.

Whimsically I pulled at a loose thread on the jumper I was wearing, my mind abuzz with memories and heartfelt conversations. The poor jumper, that I had practically worn through by now, had once been a royal blue colour that he had absolutely loved wearing casually around the house that he shared with his friends. He had sent it to me after he had seen that I had taken such a liking to it and ever since then I had taken to wearing it myself now as much as I could, the faint smell that was his still lingering on the warm comforting material.

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