A/N: Sungjong appreciation through Myungsoo’s eyes.
I don’t believe in love at first sight. So when I looked at him, I didn’t expect to find anything special. The dark eyes had a certain depth to them; as if they saw more than you wanted to show. Under their calm, still gaze, you would suddenly feel defenseless—your insecurities, the ones you didn’t knew you had before, would well up inside you like a monstrous tidal wave. Suddenly, I started to scold myself for wearing this black plaid shirt and the stupid cap. Do these shades make me look too pretentious? Am I walking too boisterously?
In reality, love at first sight doesn’t exist. That is why when his eyes melted into a warm smile, I tried to pull my eyes away from his face—in vain. The warmth from his eyes slowly travelled down to his smooth lips that parted in a small smile. The smile was friendly. It said a lot without actually saying anything. It beckoned you towards him—as if it was inviting you to tell him your secrets, whish his eyes already knew. I wonder if his nickname is ‘smile boy’. But obviously that’s ridiculous! He must be much adored for his smile by someone somewhere.
There isn’t anything called love at first sight. And because of that, I jumped at the sudden unknown feelings in my stomach. I could see his handsome profile clearly now. The slender figure stood out in the crowd, but he mixed into the crowd so well. His brown fringes fell away from his eyes. Some of the curly fringes were tucked behind his ears in such a natural way that it would make you want to reach out and brush them out.
Only fools believe in love at first sight. Obviously, I wasn’t one of them. I saw without seeing the perfection of his hands. Of course I wasn’t staring—it’s rude to stare. But I did notice out of the corner of my eyes, the gentleness with which he regarded everything around him. He seemed polite and respectful towards everyone and his slightly bowed head told me he was shy. The sober way he pressed his lips together and blinked his eyes moved something in me—something was misplaced.
Love at first sight is a myth. When he turned away from me finally, I felt a longing I had not known I could feel. A part of me was caught in a whirlpool, tugging at every inches of my heart. I suddenly knew the spaces between my fingers are right where his would fit perfectly. I knew it and I knew you couldn’t fall in love at first sight. And I also knew, as sure as the sky is blue, as true as pain is blue, as certain as love is blue—that I had fallen in love with him at first sight.
