❝Before the moon drowns beneath the majestic clouds and the last petal of the enchanted rose falls, the Beast must learn to love and be loved in return. However, if dawn breaks in your world by the time nightfall has descended, then he shall remain...
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❝The white star is falling and it is gradually doing it faster. So I'll leave it to my footsteps and my beating heart to go ❞ - Daydream, The Boyz
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C H A P T E R S E V E N
THANK YOU ISN'T enough. Changmin wants to say but he can't because his cheeks are hot, the hand that was entangled in his sienna locks moves down to cradle his face.
Another hand brings itself there. Cold large hands hold his warm garnet face, honey-caramel eyes twinkling, focusing on the younger male. Youngjae's gaze shifts from Changmin's down to his lips then back up, breaking into a wide jocund beam.
He lets out a breathy laugh, cinnamon sprinkled eyes lit up.
Changmin makes Youngjae feel all sorts of things.
One thing is loved but the other is hatred.
Changmin can't pinpoint this feeling. The rush of blood flowing through his face, the tip of ears tinted pink. Heart beating at an ungodly fast pace with Youngjae close to him shirtless.
His hands transferring heat from his cheeks does not help either.
"You're hands are cold." Changmin mentions quietly, tearing his gaze away.
"Good, because your cheeks are burning." Youngjae replies, a soft smile blossoming across his face.
This straightforward comment makes heat flare into the older's cheeks as his eyes travel up, stars now glittering in there, holding the younger's.
. . .
"Why are you so quiet?" Youngjae asks while the two sit across at a table by the window.
Youngjae has Ottogi cheese ramen while it's still hot as steam swirls into the air.
He had pulled his ebony shirt back on before entering the gas station with the older male. Changmin who's silent, eyes boring into the white surface, sinking into the chair, suddenly looks at him when the younger jokes, "What, are you actually in love with me?"
Then, he sits up, clearing his throat, "What does it look like wolf boy?" Irritated, the tip of his ears a pinkish hue again. "This isn't about me-it's about you, bringing up me and love isn't going to work out." He finishes off nonchalantly yet the brown of his eyes are dark, distant, softening once his mission flashes in mind.
His pulse relaxes. "If you have any problems in the future, come to me. You need to understand to love and cherish yourself. You aren't any different or alone just because you're cursed. Someone out there feels the same pain."
