ADONIS. － k.ji + d.ks

°epilogue°

I know no ways to mince it in love,
But directly to say 'I love you'.

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Kyungsoo had an odd way of being. One foot in a world of straight facts and tidiness, the other in a world of a thousand ideas, a myriad of emotions, a rainbow of colours.

Jongin was a mystery within himself, despite it not being blatant. A man of many faces and a man of many personalities, one of shyness and confidence, a risk-taker and a rule-breaker.

They were both epitomes of contradiction.

It was not by luck nor by the will of a higher entity that the two met, but faith had it that they did and Cupid had it that they loved.

The two were not opposites of each other, far from it.

They shared similarities and often had twin ways of thought, whilst occassionally differing and clashing.

It was the beauty of their love, the essence of their unification, for whatever one lacked, the other had, and whatever one disliked, the other appreciated.

More than opposites, they were two pieces meant for each other, slotted perfectly together to work their way through life as one.

They travelled the world, saw many wonders and met hundreds of people, and no matter their location, no matter their situation, they had their love.

They wed and adopted two children, a boy and a girl they raised with their affection and care, in a house near a park and the school their little ones attended.

Kyungsoo's hand never halted its creative habits and Jongin's face never stopped taking on the masks of others, but they lived harmoniously in a warmth they created.

The path of life is smooth for no one, and yet they walked along it holding each other's hands, intertwining their fingers even when they fought, for true love has no ways of breaking.

Their children became teens and then they became adults.

The couple became middle-aged and then they became old, but with a shaky grasp Kyungsoo's paintbrush painted, and with a hollowing face Jongin modelled.

Age did not steal the man's glory from the artist's eyes.

With crow's feet and smile wrinkles, Jongin remained Kyungsoo's most favourite blessing of nature, glowing even in his tired skin and deeper voice.

When Death arrived, creeping upon them in the night, he took the one and left the other, deeming it too early for the human to leave. Kyungsoo should have known that the beautiful paintings are the ones which get stolen first.

He danced his own dance and greeted Death with a smile nonetheless, for by his side stood the love of his life, smiling back at him as young and as timid as the day he was, the first time they met.

Kyungsoo took his hand and, as they had done through all their years in life, they did in their years in death, for they found strength in each other and carried on along the path before them, united by their touch.

And so they were halves of a whole; Jongin who belonged to the world of theatre but held the beauty of art, and Kyungsoo who belonged to the world of art but had the poetry of theatre.

A love which blossomed against the volition of the universe, but lived on for an eternity.

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