ADONIS. － k.ji + d.ks

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I love you more than words can wield the matter,
Dearer than eyesight, space and liberty.

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The world of theatre was a hectic one, Kyungsoo came to acknowledge, for the day of the play was nothing short of panic and stress, people scampering about in a rush to complete last minute details and rehearse their roles as much as possible.

Jongin was obviously no different, knees bouncing whenever he sat and feet carrying him back and forth whenever he stood.

Unfortunately, that day was also the one during which Kyungsoo would have to present his project to his class and professor, which meant that he couldn't spend the morning by his partner's side.

See, Kyungsoo was not the type of person to get anxious. He'd formulate a plan and execute it, and if something went awry he'd simply change route.

That afternoon though, he found himself unable to stop constantly glancing at the time, counting each minute until his colleagues finished presenting their works and it would be his turn.

When his name was finally called from the roster, he shot from his seat and, carrying his work in both hands over the heads of those around him, went up to the front and centre of the room.

The bottom of the canvas thumped upon the easel and then he swivelled around to face his audience, hands clasped behind his back and fingers picking at the leather bracelets tied on his left wrist.

The expressions the faces before him adorned were enough to make him bloom with pride, not for himself, but rather because they were gawking at his muse, his love, and they could never have him.

"I call this piece, Adonis by the Flowers."

It was customary that those showing their works gave a light commentary about it, but Kyungsoo did no such thing. Instead, he waited a few seconds more, and then picked up the large canvas and brought it back to his seat.

He was content, but the feeling lasted not long enough, for the closer he was to being allowed to leave, the more desperately he wanted to be with Jongin during this nerve-wrecking event.

Liberation had never tasted as sweet as it did when Kyungsoo was able to step out of the room with the others, not bothering to walk coolly down the halls and deciding to run his way to the theatre department instead.

The man arrived with huffs and puffs, cheeks blotched red and dark eyes flitting around backstage until they settled upon a mumbling Jongin.

He smiled at seeing him － it came naturally.

Jongin had power over his soul, thoughts and emotions, and such a thing was frightening, scary, but Kyungsoo didn't care.

He trusted Jongin.

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