I push the glass door of the main entry, and find the happiness of the fresh and vivifying air of the night. I look at the sky. Opposite at our arrival, it doesn't rain anymore. The air is already a little wet -so a bit cold-, but the moon is still full, it radiates sublimely in the immense blue and black sky, when sparkling stars and smokes of ivory clouds are shining. I've always had a fascination; I could almost say love for the lunar star. Since ever, I am persuaded that it's a power, a great power that speaks to us. The full moon nights are often particular; they generate rich evenings in emotions... And in my case, so many tears of sadness and happiness. The full moon causes impulses of life, currents of energy, courage, sensitivity that makes me want to live and face everything. The air is fresh, the place peaceful, I feel serene.
A part of cake in the hand, put on my knees, the tissue full of crumbs, I really look like a pupil. I lower my chin in respect and mentally address a short prayer to the moon. "Please make sure that everything will go well here in Hungary, that our day tomorrow will be positive, that our concert will be full of success. We worked hard and we deserve it, I promise to do my best for our Starlights and for myself! Thank you for being here, listening to me and helping us." More quiet and reassured, I move my numb fingers and take my IPod out of my pocket. Following my desire of the moment, I launch G.U.Y by Lady Gaga, a song that begins to popular somewhat, in this era where "six months post-product" is equivalent to the ice age ... I continue to nibble my sweets while rocked by the music, under the pale light of the moon. I feel good and safe. I fall in love with the pop rhythm of the song and pay more attention to the voice of the famous singer. '' I wanna be that G.U.Y '' I was myself identified in this sentence, taken from the context of the song; as people do when they're listening.
I would really like to be me, free from all constraints. But who am I really? Do I fight to fix my own defaults, or to progress faster with my qualities? Does not freeing yourself from any constraint mean, in essence, being outside at the system of the game of social appearances? If so, why am I forced to act as a clown every day? The answer is simple: to hope for freedom, one must first overcome a satisfactory of financial and professional situation. Eye for eye, we have nothing without anything...
It's in the following seconds of silence of those ready-made phrases as an angel passes and I heard a noise behind me. I didn't even have time to jump; I just turned around to see the intruder. In this case ... Hongbin and N well-toned by alcohol, staggering and probably stinky. I did not moved from the bank which is few meters away from the main entrance, in front of grass and refreshing plants - well... cold in this season-; and they went to the opposite side of the alley without even noticing my presence. Laughing and talking loudly, heard a sound of liquid bottles, and through shadows I clearly saw that N had a bottle of alcohol in his hand; a bottle which is three quarters empty...
And one man knows how to recognize the needs of another of his fellows, so it was not difficult to guess what brought these two here: virile and ancestral need to piss together under the stars. Pissing together their full of alcohol, arm in arm, thus satisfying the membership to be from the same clan and it marked their friendship. I looked at them thus without understanding the meaning of their strange ritual, feeling once more as a stranger. The chocolate cake was starting to melt between my fingers.
« - N-hyung ... Idol life is great don't you think? said Hongbin, smiling, half-in-the-daze. The same success on the other side of the world, to party on the day before while life being acclaimed by all these girls ... It's intoxicating...
N had listened to his partner with a smirk. They had just managed to find balance precariously with their two legs and were now trying to undo their zippers. The vapors of alcohols are somewhat made weaker by the ambient cold.
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Cameo | LeoBin (VIXX) | ENG
FanfictionWe penetrate the thoughts of Leo who speaks directly to the reader and tells us the memory of an intimate moment that he lived with Hongbin, who has touched him deeply.
