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writetomyheart2015-05-15 10:02 am
bluedreaming) wrote in writetomyheart2015-05-15 10:02 am
[team sonic] the most beautiful moment in life
First word from here. Title from the original mv for I NEED YOU by BTS.
Fun things never last.
Taemin watches Jonghyun through the window, as he sits on the bench under the magnolias, their white blossoms opening fragrantly sweet, a lightness that turns to coiling sticky rotteness as autumn darkens the sky and the red fruit falls to the ground.
Jonghyun smiles, shadows cast across this face from the window bars as he sits inside the classroom, laughing and talking, a slow-motion camera track that traces through the seasons.
Outside it's raining. Taemin feels water droplets splashing on his back, his hair, as they filter down through the shiny green leaves of the tree. The air is sticky, clings to his skin, a humidity of sadness.
"You're so beautiful," Jonghyun had said, fingers ghosting over Taemin's face in the dark, red lanterns casting a scarlet glow over his skin, fireworks in his eyes. But he always said that, to everyone. It didn't mean anything.
It still doesn't mean anything.
Taemin watches as the hands brushing Jonghyun's arms change, laughing girls, clinging boys, the French teacher than only came for one semester. The blossoms fall from the tree, lie in trampled and despoiled white on the ground.
Under the light of the moon, eyes dark despite the stars, he watches the ghosting images of Jonghyun's presence, held by the walls of the classroom, as the seasons spin through the sky, equinox to solstice, equinox to solstice, white to red and the smell of ruin.
He sits, and watches.
❁
"Why do you keep looking out the window?" Sunyoung asks Jonghyun as they're eating lunch, sandwich wrappers and crumpled juice boxes scattered over the desks as the class is filled with cacophonic laughter and voices.
Jonghyun pauses, and his eyes go opaque for just a moment. Sunyoung wishes she hadn't asked, and she's just opening her mouth to say—
"I'm waiting for someone," Jonghyun says quietly, and his eyes dart out the window again, resting on something under the magnolia trees that Sunyoung can't see, even when she squints.
Later, after class, she sees him pause under the trees, look up at the sky. He says something, but she can't hear it over the whispering of the flowers as they fall from the tree.
Fun things never last.
Taemin watches Jonghyun through the window, as he sits on the bench under the magnolias, their white blossoms opening fragrantly sweet, a lightness that turns to coiling sticky rotteness as autumn darkens the sky and the red fruit falls to the ground.
Jonghyun smiles, shadows cast across this face from the window bars as he sits inside the classroom, laughing and talking, a slow-motion camera track that traces through the seasons.
Outside it's raining. Taemin feels water droplets splashing on his back, his hair, as they filter down through the shiny green leaves of the tree. The air is sticky, clings to his skin, a humidity of sadness.
"You're so beautiful," Jonghyun had said, fingers ghosting over Taemin's face in the dark, red lanterns casting a scarlet glow over his skin, fireworks in his eyes. But he always said that, to everyone. It didn't mean anything.
It still doesn't mean anything.
Taemin watches as the hands brushing Jonghyun's arms change, laughing girls, clinging boys, the French teacher than only came for one semester. The blossoms fall from the tree, lie in trampled and despoiled white on the ground.
Under the light of the moon, eyes dark despite the stars, he watches the ghosting images of Jonghyun's presence, held by the walls of the classroom, as the seasons spin through the sky, equinox to solstice, equinox to solstice, white to red and the smell of ruin.
He sits, and watches.
"Why do you keep looking out the window?" Sunyoung asks Jonghyun as they're eating lunch, sandwich wrappers and crumpled juice boxes scattered over the desks as the class is filled with cacophonic laughter and voices.
Jonghyun pauses, and his eyes go opaque for just a moment. Sunyoung wishes she hadn't asked, and she's just opening her mouth to say—
"I'm waiting for someone," Jonghyun says quietly, and his eyes dart out the window again, resting on something under the magnolia trees that Sunyoung can't see, even when she squints.
Later, after class, she sees him pause under the trees, look up at the sky. He says something, but she can't hear it over the whispering of the flowers as they fall from the tree.