THE BROKEN SOUL AND HIS GLUE
SONG: SHES IN THE RAIN BY THE ROSE
it was raining like there was no tomorrow, like the sky was crying. puddles on the street, deep enough to make your pants wet up to your knees if you ever were unattentive enough to make a wrong step. large drops of water falling from teh sky, soaking your clothes in the mattter of seconds if you were stupid enough to leave your umbrella at home. nobody was outside, the busy streets of tokyo suddenly not so busy anymore as the rain fell in the light of the sunset.
hong jisoo was sitting on the rooftop of the block that held the boys' apartment, save from the water underneath the roof of the chimney. here had been his secret hide-out since they moved here, he had spent countless nights studying here, or just gazing at the pretty stars.
jisoo had grown to love the stars over the years, they proivded some kind of strange light and comfort to him. they were so far away that the giant balls of heat and light had shrinked down to be small specks of flickering light in the darkness of the ngiht sky, yet they were so close he felt like he just needed to reach out to be able to grab them.
he loved the stars for their beautiful glimmer, the way they shone down on him, the way they were so familiar yet undiscovered and mysterious.but most importantly, he loved them because they reminded him of the sparkles in someone's eyes. the cute little glimmering light those eyes held whenever he was going on about something he loved, whether it was music, the weather or just how much he loved the rose.
jisoo had never heard of that band until he got to know him more and suddenly, he had grown a love for those soft instrumentals and the captivating voice of the main singers. he had learned their names, he knew their birth dates, he knew everything that was to know about them. it was strange, really. he never liked music that much, and only hard rock - it was surprising for everyone who knew him, because of his soft and gentleman-like demeanor, nobody would have expcted him to jam along to all good things and once monsters. soft rock had never been his cup of tea.
"i guess love really changes you", he whispered to no one in particular.
yes, love had changed him. not only the love he felt for him, everything had changed him. the kind of love he felt for the others, almost like they were all brothers, his new-found love for drawing, the thousand ways he was experiencing love for the first time in his life. it was beautiful, like someone had dumped a bucket full of colors over his dull, black-and-white life.
colors are beuatiful, he loved them.
every single one of his drawings was colorful, painted with love and dedication. the motives varied from sunrises to people around him. he once drew jihoon and soonyoung cuddling, another canvas was showing off jeonghan sitting on the couch in their living room, reading a book and smiling at the words on the page infront of him.
but his most prized drawing was one he had never showed anyone, the one he had quietly stored away under his bed, next to his beloved guitar.
it had taken him more than three weeks to finish the picture of seokmin. it showed the younger laying on his back on the exact same rooftop jisoo was sitting on now, smiling brightly, one hand outstreched, holding someones hand. the person was cut off, only the arm was drawn up to the elbow. jisoo hated to admit it, but he had drawn the hand seokmin was holding as his own - if you looked closely enough, you could see the small scar on his thumb. but aside from the small similarity, nobody would be able to tell and nobody would probably care.
seokmin was the main point of the whole canvas, anyways. and even though there would never be an artist able to capture his etheral beauty, jisoo had done a good job, especially with seokmins smile.of course, the real one was something enterily else and jisoo found himself blushing at the thought of that bright, hopeful smile. he would do everything for the younger to never lose that smile, no matter what it ould be, he would accept immediately. no matter how much it would hurt, no matter how he would feel.
yes, love changes you.
"jisoo-hyung?"
there he was, standing on the rooftop infront of jisoo, smiling as brightly as ever, only wearing a pair of blue pajamas.
"seokmin? what are you doing here?"
"i wanted to talk to you, so i searched for you."
"wow and you found me here?" jisoo chuckled nervously.
"yes-yes...can i tell you?"
"sure- wait!", jisoos eyes widened, "ist raining! come here, theres still space!"
"oh thanks."
soekmin hurried to sit down next to his hyung, their bodies so close both felt the others body heat. the youngers clothes were wet from the rain and soaking jisoo's too, but he didnt mind.
"so tell me. what happened?"
"i-i...", seokmin sutttered out, his hands immediately getting ahold of his shirt, a habit of his whenever he was nervous, "its- how do i say it damnit?"
"shhhh, its fine. take deep breaths." jisoo was getting worried, what was the younger getting so worked up over?
"frick it, the cool speech is gone now anyways." seokmin turned around to face his hyung, smiling sadly. jisoo giggled inwardly, no matter what would happen, seokmin never cursed.
"i wanted to tell you that i love you, hyung, and i want to ask you - will you stay with me forever? will you be my boyfriend?"
"m-me? what?"
"its fine if you dont like me back. as long as youre happy, im fine-"
"nono, yes!"
"what yes?", seokmin asked.
jisoo smiled a small smile, still trying to comprehend what had happned in the last minute.
"yes, lets stay together forever. i love you too, okay?"
"oh my-oh my god, really?"
"really."
and as the rain fell from the sky, adding to the deep puddles on the street and soaking an unfortunate soul who had forgotten her umbrella at home, seokmin kissed jisoo so passionately that they fell backwards, giggling and littering each others skin with kisses and whispering sweet promises into their ears - promises that would never be broken.
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