text on cover reads, "take a large rink, a large pool, rowdy friends and whats the worse that can go wrong?"
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as a olympian, you're almost always incredibly busy. 4 years go by immensely fast and your suddenly back on ice.
for yang jeongin, the...
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we were on the bus, heading to who knows where when i decided to ask him a question.
"hey hyungie?"
he turned, nodding for me to continue.
"i still want to know more about you."
he smiled softly, "im not that interesting."
"i find that hard to believe."
"well, im letting you in on a secret when we arrive to our destination."
"can i get others?" he nodded once more.
"what do you like to do for fun? or back at home?"
"i like to swim back at home. i can skate but i promise you im not as good."
"i promise you youre not as bad as you think."
"youre way nicer than you need to be." he laughed.
"i like my spraypaint and exploring, which is why i did a ton of research before we came. i made sure to know where everything was on the back of my hand so i could leave whenever i want and not feel lost."
"thats so cool," i mumbled.
he smiled again, "swimming tends to destress me but around competition time, i need my breaks. i'd be doing this alone if it werent for you. thanks for keeping me company."
"thanks for letting me tag along. im glad i could help."
he looked outside and shouted, "next stop!" alerting the driver to stop soon.
i watched him get up and i followed after. he had paid the driver, thanked him and moved towards the door.
the driver opened the door, nodded towards us and we both got off.
as soon as we had landed, i noticed the calming breeze and the scent of salt in the air.
"are we by a beach?"
he nodded and grabbed my hand, tugging me across.
i walked behind him and noticed the little shops surrounding us. they were plastered with cute sayings and signs and adorned by twinkle lights, illuminating us as we moved past.
i noticed how peaceful it was here, as we moved further towards the dock and towards the ocean.
he stopped right before the ledge and sat down. i sat by him and we both looked at the sight around us and how soothing it was.
i felt the worries roll off my shoulders.
"nice right?"
"its the best." i commented.
he moved towards me, turned till he faced my direction and swung his backpack to the front of him.
he pulled the zipper open and grabbed two notebooks.
he handed one towards me and kept one in his lap, handed me a pencil and kept one for himself too.
he closed his backpack and looked down, holding the material in his hands.
"i really like singing and songwriting, as well as rapping. its not something i tell many people. i keep it to myself in this little notebook but i want to show you one."
my heart swelled but i rushed out, "you dont have to if you feel forced."
"its okay, i know you wont judge me and i want you to hear this one."
i smiled, "what's it called?"
"blessings wait for you. jisung and changbin rap and sing it with me."
"chan thats so cool, thats beyond epic." i told him.
he blushed slightly, "and i swear im not saying just saying that." i added.
he took a deep breathe and began singing a part, "yeah i know, we know neoramyeon jal hal su ittaneungeol eh if its you, you can do it pogihaji mara oh no dont give up, oh no yeogikkaji jal beotyeowatneunde you preserved up until now mwoga geokjeongiya neoreul mideo whats the worry? believe in yourself blessings wait for you, for you"
i watched him in awe and i took in his figure. the way he held his notebook and how his eyes were fluttered shut.
if he wasnt pretty then, he was now.
i was captivated watching him and even after he stopped, i couldnt stop watching him.
he giggled softly and looked down, noticing that i had been watching the entire time.
"chan.." i started.
"youre literally amazing."
he blushed softly and i decided i wanted to write something down.
my hand shook as i wrote, feeling overcome with emotion.
people are art, i titled it.
people are art meant to be handled gently with care abstract or realistic fragile like watercolour or tough like acrylic youre all the art forms mixed into one delicate like water-colour, rolling off the page full of wonder you are pastel, soft and sweet spoken how can i not be in awe of you when everyday i find something that makes my heart fall in love with you a little bit more than i did before people are art and you are my favourite
"what are you writing?" he asked me softly.
i covered it slowly, peering up at him, "ill give you a hint."
"only a hint?"
"people are art."
he titled his head to the side, "had you written a poem?"
"i mightve."
"about who?"
i smiled softly, "new inspirations."
we looked at eachother softly, our private moment echoing into our minds.
we may not have forever
but we have tonight.
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i have so much inspiration tonight, im going to write a second one after this
love you guys always, if you ever need to talk, my dms are open
