Mingyu Shorts

Goblin

"What are you doing," the tall boy asked as he looked over your hunched, unmoving form.

"Making finishing touches," you reply bluntly. Your brows knit together with concentration, Mingyu could only giggle.

"Uh, what?"

A few beats pass where the only answer he receives is silence. He is about to ask again when you spin around quickly shoving a picture frame at him. He looks from the outstretched frame to your wide and expectant eyes. Grabbing it a confused look passed across his face. Bringing the frame to his face he sees a scrawl of obviously overworked Hangul. A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips and as he reads it an ache spreads across his heart.

사랑의 물리학

>김 인육<

질량의 크기는 부피와 비례하지 않는다

제비꽃같이 하늘 거리는 그 계집애가

꽃잎같이 하늘거리는 그 계집애가

지구보다 더 큰 질량으로 나를 끌어당긴다,

순간, 나는

뉴턴의 사과처럼

사정없이 그녀에게로 굴러 떨어졌다

쿵 소리를 내며, 쿵 쿵 소리를 내며

심장이

하늘에서 땅까지

아찔한 질자운동을 계속하였다

첫사랑이었다.

physics of love

> Kim In Yook <

"Do you know what this says?" He could almost punch himself in the eye. Why in the fuck was that the first thing I asked her, he thinks as his cheeks heat up.

She looks at him stupidly and he sputters, "D-Don't answer that! Obviously you know what it says," his free hand comes to rub at the back of his neck as he mumbles, "you fuckin wrote it out."

"Do you like it," she asks expectantly, but when she senses his hesitation she starts rambling, "I just seem to be the only person you speak to who doesn't know Korean and recently I watched Goblin and it just reminded me of how much you mean to me and the poem was so pretty and-"

She is cut off by his lips pressing gently against hers. She had never kissed like this. A kiss that started off slow and soft, as if he were trying to drain every breath, past and future, from her body. His lips plush against hers, but soon the gentleness faded away and his lips seemed to be crushing hers. He placed his framed poem on the desk behind her, before pulling her up from her seat. His lips never leaving hers, his arms wrapping around her squishy body, pulling her flush against him. Normally by now his hands would be roaming her lush skin or gripping her ass roughly, but instead, they stayed around her waist, pulling her as close as he could, almost as if he were trying to meld their bodies together. The heat of the kiss was more than enough to have her melting anyways.

For Mingyu this kiss meant a lot. He had never felt this feeling before her, never wanted to kiss someone because he was enamoured by their existence, never wanted to spend the rest of his life with someone like this, but here she was in all of her glory. He loved every inch of her, every quirk she had, every thought and insecurity. Mingyu wanted her forever and he wanted this kiss to show that.

He really hoped it did.

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English Translation:

"Mass is not proportional to volume. A girl as small as a violet. A girl who moves like a flower petal is pulling me toward her with more force than her mass. Just then, like Newton's apple, I rolled toward her without stopping until I fell on her, with a thump. With a thump. My heart keeps bouncing between the sky and the ground. It was my first love." ― Kim In Yook, Physics of Love 사랑의 물리학