Your Eyes Tell || yn.m ✓

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Guilt lingering in their chests day in; day out.

The urge to give up has never been so strong and yet so far away at the same time.

A complete balance combined with unbalance.

It made no sense.

It was paradox.

But maybe they could find their own little happiness in their not-so-ordinary lives.

Maybe they would one day find a solution to all of this.

And maybe these four would spend the rest of their lives together.

Their ways won't part.
That's for sure.

But the end is visible and clear.

It was the beginning of the end, but they still managed to stay strong.

Even with these hindrances around them, they tried their best.

They really tried their best. Not giving up. Not daring to think about it.

And still

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A tear found its way on the small photograph of two boys in their mid-twenties. They had a visible big smile on their face.

Happy. They were incredibly happy.

The moment they captured was beautiful. The most beautiful moment in the life of these two boys.

Another tear dropped on the photograph from years ago.

And another one.

And another...

It didn't take long until you could hear quiet sobs forcing their way out of his throat.

He promised him.

Promised they'd go out on a good day.

Promised they would one day lay under a starry sky holding hands. As cheesy as it may sound: seeing the darkness lit up by stars is just so beautiful.

Being happy.

Being together.

Side, by side. Laughing together.

So why are his eyes filled with tears?

He looks up at the sky, after placing the picture on his lap.

»The stars are so beautiful today...« he whispered to himself.

»Tell me, are they beautiful?«

». . .«

»I bought flowers today. Your favourite ones. After all, it's a special occasion, isn't it?« A sad smile adored his pink lips.

»I still remember that day clearly,« he said, looking at the picture.

He pressed his lips together. Reminiscing that day. That day that took place some years ago.

His eyes started to burn and he decided to take a yellow blanket out of his bag.

»Here...« he whispered, laying the blanket beside the flowers.

Desperately he tried to stop the tears from coming. But it wouldn't work.

It never works.

It didn't work last time. And not the one before that.

It never will, and he knows that.

»... You still have to finish this stupid movie about these weird dude and the outdoor-bar owner with me. We've never made it to the second season, you know. Can you believe a third season will be coming out next month?« A dry chuckle followed.

»Don't worry. I didn't continue to watch, I wanted to wait for you.«

»Let's watch it soon, okay? I'll even make you a snack. I recently have visited a cooking club, incredible, isn't it?«, »I can help you out now.«

»I also eat breakfast every morning. Although it's just a Yoghurt most of the time. Are you proud?« He chuckled while focusing his eyes on something directly in front of him.

». . .«

»Are you cold?« He wondered while grabbing the yellow blanket. »The blanket is said to be extra warm, fluffy and soft. It's amazing, isn't it?«

». . .«

He laid his hand on the other one.

»Your hands are as cold as always.« He said worriedly.

He glanced on their intertwined fingers. Silver shimmering rings adorning their ring-fingers.
»It's a bit different than originally planned, isn't it?«

». . .«

He leaned his head on the shoulder of the other while looking up the sky.

»I love you.«

His eyes hurt from all the tears but he simply couldn't help it.

»I love you so, so much. You know that?«

Right after speaking out those words, he felt the other hand gripping his hand a bit tighter. Squeezing it three times. Very soft and brief. But still.

»I know, Yoon.«

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The sky was decorated with millions of stars bringing light to the darkness.

And from far away you could see two men sitting on a bench. One with his head laid on the shoulder of the other, while the other had a yellow blanket spread out on his lap.

One of them had dried tears adorning his face, while the other lifelessly observed the sky with his deep ruby-red eyes. »Let's go home, Hobi and Tae are already waiting.«

Jimin carefully stood up before he sat his partner into the wheelchair, which was standing beside the bench. After laying the blanket on the older's lap again, he knelt in front of him and caressed his rosy cheek with his thumb.

»We even bought a cake, let's eat it together when we're back home, okay?« Jimin said and kissed the older's forehead.

»Happy birthday, my beloved spouse.«

Faintly.

Very faintly, you could see the pouty lips of the other forming a smile.

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A/N:

Wow. It feels relieving to have finished a story for the first time. It's just a short story but nevertheless.

Shout out to my dear friend LiuLufied who helped me throughout the writing process and inspired me to create a different ending than planned.

Thank you for reading! ♡