ADONIS. － k.ji + d.ks

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It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.

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An ocean, no, an infinite abyss of wonders and magic, promises of new worlds and incredible secrets; that is what the stars spoke of that night, luring souls up and towards them, attracting them to their immeasurable mystery.

Kyungsoo's head was cradled by his own palms as he stared at the midnight sky, black eyes drinking in the dazzling sight, hungrily.

Jongin lay beside him, position the same ignoring that one hand he set on his diaphragm, softly raising and sinking with each breath he took.

Those very breaths were all Kyungsoo could hear. Soft, tranquil, even breaths that fed his lungs and constantly reminded anyone present of his living existence.

Kyungsoo found himself drowning, eyes attracted as if by a magnetic pull towards the night sky, whilst his heart and mind edged towards the man abreast him.

One, two. . . He was counting Jongin's inhales, and he himself let out a sigh.

He turned his head to the right, gaze falling upon the shadowed figure laying just a scant fifteen or so centimetres away, features graciously accentuated by the white light of the moon hanging above them.

His eyes analysed, admired, and he had no conception of how long they had done it for, but eventually Jongin had looked to him, and their irises met, air catching in their throats, hearts radically beating before slowing down to match the peace around them.

"Your eyes have trapped galaxies within them," Kyungsoo murmured, noting the shimmer in the hazel stare blinking back at him.

He shifted, directing his sights to the seperate world overhead.

"Don't you think they are selfish for keeping such beauty to themselves? No, maybe I'm selfish for thinking you'd be solely my muse. Beauty inspires and kindness transpires, you have both and so I can't resist you."

"I-I really don't kn-know what you see i-in me, but thank yo-you, Kyungsoo. I wish I w-were able to speak a-as well as you."

The artist lightly frowned, looking back to his model, or perhaps his something greater.

"Why do you say that?"

It was a genuine question, for Kyungsoo tended to irritate people with his way of speech － which he honestly didn't care much about.

"Because I w-want to b-be able to make it-it sound like I'm wri-writing poetry about y-you, too."

He smiled, the image of Jongin doing his utmost to not shy away from holding his gaze being far too sweet.

Kyungsoo moved so that he lay on his side, forearm pressing into the ground of the roof as he looked down at the other so near to him.

"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?"

Jongin's eyes widened, shining even brighter in the sky's light, glinting with recognition.

"Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date."

"Sometime too ho-hot the eye of heaven shines,
A-And often is his gold c-complexion dimm'd,
And ev'ry fair fro-from fair sometime declines,
By chance o-or Nature's changing course untrimmed;"

Kyungsoo grinned, voice lowering as he leaned in marginally closer, following verses leaving him in just above a whisper.

"But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wand'rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st."

Their souls met in a dance permitted by their eyes, air trembling with anticipation and longing.

"So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee."

Jongin breathed each syllable, quiet as if afraid to break the invisible bond which had grown to unite them in that moment witnessed by the stars.

"Tha-That was －"

"Sonnet eighteen, by Shakespeare, yes."

"How come you －"

Kyungsoo found it impossible to wait and so chose not to, instead letting himself shrink the space between them until it was nothing, allowing his lips to meet Jongin's own cold ones, and carefully move against them.

It was the first kiss of many that they shared, amidst phrases of poetry and beauty, watched over by the universe that could do nothing to tear them apart.

When their lips were no longer pressed to one another, Kyungsoo offered a warm smile, eyes going over Jongin's shadowed face before settling once more on his gaze.

"It seems I have grown to like Shakespeare quite a bit, lately."

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This was cliche and soft but i liked writing it so sue me
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