Night Workout

Chapter 1: What Happened Last Night?

PREFACE
JANUARY 5TH

It's late, and they've just got back from a photoshoot with the other moons. Suffice to say it was a long day for both of them -a burdensome one too. You see, ever since the new year's fiasco they haven't exactly talked. Sure they're fine but both can feel that there were many things left unsaid. Nine was reaching professional status in his career as an escape artist, and young relationship inexperienced Joong just can't seem to start the long talk. Things were fine but they also weren't. Things were fine but maybe that's just what they both chose to believe up until now. Both can feel that the dam was breaking, and so Joong decided it is tonight or never -he just can't do this anymore. Not with what happened last night. Not when it changed their whole course.

You see they've been in this unspoken agreement since after the shooting ended. It was to be mutually beneficial. It was to be reliant but also impersonal. It was to treat it akin to a business. But it was also to be damned, because making a deal out of love never went according to plan. It grew gradually -definitely wasn't an instant attraction. Actually no, it might've been instant attraction but it wasn't instant admiration, it was earned -on both sides. It wasn't instant comfort but they made it so easy. It wasn't instant dependency but they fall in too quickly. Nine -ambitious, charismatic, tough, and independent; was taken by this kid who bulldozed right through his walls without even an inch of difficulty. Joong -young, lonely, driven but drifting; has found solace in an older guiding figure that had given himself up so selflessly to him in the process. They were two puzzle pieces -not those corner pieces that's easy to find, but two center pieces that you put in last to complete the whole picture. Their type of love was gestural, expressive. "It needs no words", they had said, but both knows that's not true. They just hadn't found it the utmost important to verbalize. But now words are needed more than ever. At least after what happened last night. Especially after what happened last night.

Last night was the night. No one could've seen it coming, but somehow it was anticipated. Last night was beautiful, and thrilling, and new, and scary -and last night went like this: