nct one shots

graveyard romance.

⇝ markhyuck ⇜

i was alone, standing close to the cold, dormant stone tomb that was gathered to be a dedication for the rest of the world to keep in mind him. 

for most individuals, a burial ground could be a terrifying put, but for me, it's a put i've continuously needed to visit. this area had continuously served as a update of numerous recollections, and those recollections are the reason he still lives inside of me. 

i keep in mind being jealous of him the primary time we met in fourth grade. we shared interface, tastes, and a expansive number of 'mutual friends.' that we were fundamentally each other's competitors in everything. 

be it with our considers, sports or whatsoever.

you title it.

but there's one certain thing where we had a really seriously competition on. 

it's composing. 

you can call it writing, i don't really mind how one would address it.

we were both so fond of it, whereas he's into composing tunes, i'm into composing classic and brief novels. 

and as time went by, we both gradually moved from sharp rivals to best friends. 

funny, isn't it? i know. even i, considers so too. 

then comes the time where i began noticing him subtly composing something on his melody note when i was in tenth grade. 

i thought that he was endeavoring to compose a tune for a young lady he may have a crush to and i was so captivated by what he was composing that i attempted to take the book a number of times, but he's distant more grounded than i am. 

what's more surprising was the fact that he was not telling what he's composing at all that even our classmates and friends doesn't have any ideas. 

i eventually gave up trying to force him into telling me what he was composing about and it does not take me that long before i eventually apologize for my childish behavior. after that incident, i remembered not bringing that topic ever again.

what's more funny was the fact that we ended up being closer than we thought we would, to the point where we inevitably fall for each other, i could even imagine my past self puking at the idea of me and him dating each other.

reminiscing at the good old times, i remembered having a secret meet up place with the guy.

the garden near the cemetery and a flower shop.

damn, looking back at our past selves, i could say our taste in place is terrifyingly sweet to the point that it scares me.

most people would think we're insane to go on a date near the cemetery. well, i can't exactly blame them since i used to think the same when he asked me out, but trust me when i say that it was the safest place a young couple could go to and no one would expect seeing a young couple like us there.

i remember meeting a pleasant florist working there, he used to tell stories that were both funny and terrifying at the same time.

so, if someone would ask me how we ended up hanging out in a random garden near the cemetery, my reasoning would be pretty simple since i'm a simple guy.

i have an overly protective older brother named taeyong who is practically a simp to his lover, jaehyun.

those two love birds just love to go around being the lovey dovey couple that they are and that fact would simply mean that they would often go on dates in the lonely mall of our very humble town.