Popular Song [Jigyu]

Color 17

Captivated. 

He is captivated. 

Not trapped but feeling as though he is soaring. Reaching up to the clouds and the warmth surrounding his own heart remind him of cotton, soft materialized blankets, the pulsing energy through his bones reaching to his heart and his heartbeat increased by each passing minute. Staring longingly at the familiar senior across the food court that his own personal college owns, watching the senior's every move. His small frame captured by an over-sized hoodie because he insisted for the older to borrow one of his clothes. 

Kim Mingyu didn't know the hoodie would fit perfectly on his little hyung.

The cloth barely clinging onto his body and partial amount of pale skin is exposed, however the senior didn't seem to mind. His cute tousled blonde hair giving him a sincere appearance, as though he seems careless with his own beauty. Nevertheless, Mingyu remains to be captivated by his beauty. His attention focused on him. 

Lee Jihoon. 

Supposedly, it is the sleepiness. The lingering sleepiness from awakening only 30 minutes ago, but he knew his heart wouldn't start racing upon awakening. Obviously captured by the beauty of the senior when he first woke up, once again. The two holding each other closely and he awoken to the peacefulness tainting the atmosphere, the blankets and shared body warmth giving a heat that could make Mingyu's skin melt into layers of sweat. However, it didn't. The temperature was perfect. 

The two were perfect. 

Easily, they held onto one another and Mingyu awoken to the stillness of the upperclassman. The musician's face not exactly contorted into any emotion of negativity, but only cursed with a sense of serenity. Natural petaled lips contrasting his milky skin and Mingyu's gaze drawn towards his lips, almost reminding Mingyu of a bee returning to the same flower with the same addictive nectar. The sweetest of them all, and Mingyu wished to taste those pink lips that seem to part only slightly, small snores escaping from the older and Mingyu's own haze was blinded by a fog of adoration. 

'I am so stupid.'

Lowering his head, the own straightening of his own body suddenly slouching by a overwhelming amount of insecurity. The heartbeat painfully becoming slow as he thinks negatively, staring at the senior who waits in line to buy breakfast. Watching the older look down at his phone, looking busy by his repetitive tapping on the screen and Mingyu curiosity would wonder what he was doing. Maybe playing mobile games, as Mingyu had caught him before. Or supposedly texting Soonyoung, maybe teasing the other senior about his 'date' with Minghao. 

However, insecurity developed and twisted at his own chest, reminding the younger on what 'love' is. Painful, it is. This emotion that is almost sickening and unfortunate, this emotion could easily charm anyone. Unfortunately, Kim Mingyu is a victim of love. The good of it and the bad of it. Supposedly, Jihoon did make him forget about him most times. However, Mingyu could never forget the pain of the heartache and the fear that was gifted to him. Mingyu wishing to throw away the gift, however he couldn't.

He simply could not throw the fish back into the sea.

He kept the animal as a reminder what 'love' is.

But, when Mingyu's eyes trail away and look around, seeing the many couples that remind him of the good times - he only thought of what 'love' could be. It could be fortunate, but his luck has ran out. The time of the good ending far too quickly to his dismay and as any hurt animal, he grown afraid. 

'What happens if you are just like him, Jihoon?'

Mingyu could imagine the confidence he radiated before. His first love having a collar around him and dragging him along, and helplessly he follows and did everything for him. Mingyu giving far too much of his own love, his own love not returned with the same amounts. He was used.