Title: White Hole Syndrome Genre: Romance, Fluff, Fantasy, Slight Angst Rating: PG-13 Word count: ~8,000 words Warning: character death, some possibly sensitive themes (oops) Summary: Jongin has a weak heart and Kyungsoo claims to have come from outer space. Whether or not Kyungsoo was telling the truth about his origins, Jongin had no doubt that he was indeed out of this world. A/N: Okay, first things first: a huge THANK YOU goes to the admins of KFR for planning this wonderful event (and for taking me into consideration to participate in it) and for making such an amazing job bringing us KaiSoo goodness to feast on and quench our thirst with. Youâre all lovely and precious, okay? I got really invested in this particular fic and it will forever hold a very special place in my heart, so hopefully youâll enjoy it as much as I did. (And please give it a chance despite the warnings). If youâd like some music to listen to while reading, Iâd highly recommend checking out Taeyeon (ft. Dean)-Starlight, Marina and the Diamonds-Buy the stars and Frank Sinatra-Fly me to the moon. Thank you and happy reading!
âWhat do you think the stars would taste like?â
Jongin turned to face Kyungsoo, raising an eyebrow questioningly as the latter gazed up at the starry sky with bright eyes filled with curiosity and something akin to innocence. The breeze ruffled his hair, streaks of baby blue (courtesy of the hair chalk he bought the other day at the dollar store) mingling with the ashy blonde locks heâd been sporting for the past couple months.
âWhat?â
âI said,â mused Kyungsoo with a slight roll of his eyes, âwhat do you think the stars would taste like?â
âYou canât taste the stars but if you could, theyâd probably taste like metal and dust and other toxic substances that would kill you before you could even say âoopsâ.â Kyungsoo snorted and nudged Jonginâs side, reaching into his bag of chips and stealing one for himself. Sour cream and onion was Jonginâs favourite flavour.
âYouâre no fun.â
âAlright, Ptolomy. What do you think the stars would taste like, then?â Kyungsoo hummed in thought and leaned back as he chewed the chip heâd stolen from Jongin, who entertained himself by trying to guess what his answer would be.
âI think theyâd taste like vanilla bean or blueberry. Maybe even cotton candy.â
âThatâs impossible.â However, Kyungsooâs answer had been easy to predict for Jongin. He had a sweet tooth and Jongin often wondered if that was the reason behind the sweetness his words usually carried. âBecause Iâm almost sure theyâd taste like bubble gum.â
Kyungsooâs shoulders shook as he laughed quietly at Jonginâs comment, stretching out his legs and heaving out a sigh once he was done. Whenever Kyungsoo laughed Jongin would quietly watch and listen to the joyous sound, taking note of the way his usually wide eyes turned into crescents and holding back from poking at the dimples that appeared on his upper cheeks.
Thatâs how things worked between them: Kyungsoo provided the laughs and pondered over the universe and life and Jongin listened, finding joy and relief in watching him be so carefree and lively.
âHowâs your heart?â Kyungsoo asked after a minute of silence, reaching into the bag of the chips again and making a face when he found all its contents were gone. Jongin allowed himself to smile.
âItâs good. Youâre worrying over nothing, really.â
âHave you been taking your meds?â
âYes, mom.â
Kyungsoo shot a glare at Jongin and shook his head afterwards, making his hair bounce a few times before falling across his forehead. Jongin sighed and crumpled the empty bag in his hands, stuffing it into the right pocket of his jacket in the meantime so he could throw it away later.
Night had fallen already and going back home would be the wisest thing Jongin could do, but he refused to leave Kyungsooâs side just yet. Being with Kyungsoo was like diving in a pool in a hot summer day, and also like taking a mouthful of air after being underwater for too long.
âYou know,â Kyungsoo started, âif your heart ever fails you can have half of mine.â
âI beg your pardon?â
Maybe it was Jonginâs imagination, or perhaps it was an illusion caused by the lights and shadows casted on Kyungsooâs face by the streetlamp, but Jongin thought he could see a faint blush on his cheeks and stars twinkling in his eyes. He kind of wanted to take a dive in them.
âI said you can have half of my heart if yours fails.â
âNo one can live with only half a heart, idiot.â
Kyungsoo seemed to ponder over this for a brief moment, adjusting his blue jacket around his torso to shield it from the cold. A smile crept up to his lips as he stood up from the bench, peering at Jongin over his shoulder. âMaybe you could give me half of yours in return, then.â
Jonginâs heart wasnât good.
It had taken him a few years to acknowledge he had a disease, and another couple to understand his limitations and accept he wouldnât be able to do as many things as other kids his age did. Most games that included running were strictly forbidden, and Jongin had to spend a good part of his childhood feeling like an outsider instead of joining other kids in their endeavours and coming home with scraped knees and dirty clothes.
His body yearned for movement and his soul screamed for freedom, but he was prisoner of a weak heart that was unable to properly to pump blood through Jonginâs body, rendering him unable to perform any physical activity that might jeopardize his health. Walking and mild physical activity were encouraged, but running and dancing were absolutely out of the question for Jongin.
The doctors said it was called hypertrophic cardiomyopathy but Jongin preferred referring to it as a curse instead of a disease, for it had no cure and if he wasnât careful enough he might bring his death upon himself. Learning that heâd inherited the genes that caused his disease had only resulted in Jongin holding a two years long grudge against his parents that he gave up for good on his senior year of high school because, ironically, it wore him out.
When he graduated he decided to stop pursuing an unattainable dream, finally giving up on waiting for a miracle that would never happen. His heart might be weak but his brain was fully functional and he planned to use it well and stuff it with knowledge just to prove he was just as worthy and capable as everybody else â but then he met Kyungsoo.
It was a warm summer day and Jongin was finally heading back home after his shift at the book store near the subway station, his lips pursed into a tight line and gaze cast down. Life wasnât fair and his boss wasnât exactly the sweetest lady in town, and to top it all off he was running out of meds and needed to get a refill soon. If only he could trade his heart for a functional one, heâd do it in a whim.
Jongin was already a bit out of breath from walking and getting worked up over his physical limitations, and decided to make a quick stop at a nearby park to collect his thoughts and give his body and mind a break. Though that was hard to achieve when he was surrounded by people enjoying the freedom heâd always been deprived of due to the constant fear of his heart giving up poking at his thoughts.
One of the joggers caught his eye then and Jongin found himself unable to tear his gaze away from him and how strong and healthy he looked. Admiration morphed into jealousy within seconds and Jongin cursed under his breath at the negative emotions brewing inside him, somewhat ashamed of himself for harbouring such feelings towards a complete stranger.
But he envied him. He envied his health and freedom, and he envied the look of happiness on his face.
He wanted what that jogger had, and he wanted it so bad he ended up returning to the park the next day and then a few more times after that, and as the days went by he found his hatred and jealousy vanishing and making room for a set of completely different emotions: admiration and fascination.
The jogger always sported an expression of serenity and joy, even when drenched in sweat, and Jongin basked in it from afar. He drank in the sight of flushed cheeks, veiny arms and toned calves, of slightly tan skin and bouncy dark hair that the jogger often hid under a cap to prevent it from sticking to his forehead and to block the last rays of sunlight.
Jongin drank it all in until watching wasnât enough anymore to quench his thirst for freedom and movement, though he was at a loss about what could bring him the same joy he saw every day on the young joggerâs face. Thatâs when Kyungsoo entered his life through a door Jongin had unconsciously opened, slowing down his pace as he neared the bench where Jongin usually sat at and removing his cap to ruffle his hair.
His ashy blonde hair.
âYou bleached it.â Jongin wasnât supposed to say that (or anything at all, for that matter), but it was too late to take back his words now and the jogger was staring at him, visibly confused by his comment although he didnât look bothered either.
âWhat?â
âYour hair, I mean. You bleached it.â
âOh.â The jogger chuckled and nodded, taking a seat beside Jongin without even demanding any further explanation regarding how he knew what his natural hair looked like. âItâs summer and I wanted something brighter and warmer, you know. Do you think it looks weird?â
Jongin promptly shook his head. âIt looks very⊠summery indeed.â
âThank you. I like matching my appearance with the seasons.â
âI donât know about you but black didnât look much like a spring colour to me.â
The jogger raised an eyebrow and blinked slowly at Jongin, almost as if the latter had suddenly grown a second head, and then chortled. âI think that depends on the way you look at it. Iâm Kyungsoo, by the way.â
Four months had passed since that day and Jongin still couldnât decipher how on earth Kyungsoo saw the world, but he was grateful he was there to see colour where Jongin saw only black and white and nothing else in between.
Jonginâs nose was red from the cold and he was already running out of breath just from walking, but he and Kyungsoo were going to meet up and he had no intention of making the other wait or worse, not showing up at all. Besides, the doctor said after his last check-up that his heart was functioning well enough despite his condition and had even allowed him to start doing some very light jogging, which made Jongin very happy.
And it was with Kyungsoo that he felt healthy and normal, almost as if his disease wasnât really there, even when his heart did this little funny flip in his chest whenever they were together. It was nothing to be worried about, of course, and it was a sensation Jongin actually enjoyed.
It started as a wave of warmth that spread quickly through Jonginâs chest and didnât stop until it reached his toes and the tips of his ears, and then morphed into a tingling sensation that somehow made him feel as if his internal organs had been removed and there was nothing but fuzz left in him and sweetness lingering on his tongue.
He often wondered if thatâs how Kyungsoo felt when he ran.
Reaching the ramen shop where they usually met at took him at least ten minutes longer than usual due to the bad weather and Jongin having to stop every couple blocks to catch his breath, (he was so out of shape, it was embarrassing) but he eventually got there without any further complications.
âSorry Iâm late.â Jongin apologized as soon as he plopped down on the stool next to Kyungsoo, earning a disapproving look from the latter who promptly began unwrapping his scarf from around his neck. Kyungsoo had changed his hair again, turning his ashy blonde into a silver grey.
âYour nose is cold yet youâre sweating.â
âSorry for being a gross paradox.â
Kyungsoo raised a brow and exhaled a breath as he fixed Jonginâs clothes for him and combed his fingers through his hair to smooth it down. It was little gestures like these that made Jonginâs insides melt into goo and Kyungsoo probably had no idea of the effect he had on him. âWhy canât we just meet at your place? That way you wouldnât tire yourself out.â
âI donât like being home. The atmosphere there is too⊠gloomy.â Jongin simply said with a shrug, momentarily diverting his attention from Kyungsoo so he could order the usual âramen with sliced steak, soy marinated soft egg, greens and carrots for Kyungsoo and the one with chicken, cabbage, spring onions and a hard-boiled egg for himself. âMy parents were too scared of me suddenly dropping dead they almost never let me go outside and play.â
âThatâs sad.â
âI know.â
âWerenât you scared of dying?â Jongin turned his head to look at Kyungsoo, confused eyes meeting another pair of curious and rounder ones. It wasnât very common for Kyungsoo to adopt such a serious, almost solemn attitude but Jongin guessed that death wasnât exactly a cheerful topic for some people.
âI used to be, but not anymore. I meanâŠâ He bit his lower lip and furrowed his eyebrows, a wrinkle forming on his forehead as he tried to put his thoughts and feelings into words Kyungsoo could understand. âI decided I didnât want to live with the constant fear of my heart stopping keeping me from doing the things I wanted. Sure, thereâs things I canât do but I didnât want to isolate myself from the world either. That would be no life at all.â
Kyungsoo propped an elbow on the bar countertop and rested his cheek in his palm, his eyes glued on Jonginâs face as he studied it and sought for any traces of fear in his features. âIs your life good now?
Two steamy bowls of ramen were set down in front of them, momentarily interrupting their conversation, and Jongin flashed Kyungsoo a smile as he split apart his chopsticks. âItâs not ideal yet but itâs going pretty well so far, so yeah.â
âWhat about your heart?â
âMy doctor said Iâm healthy enough to try some other forms of physical activity.â
âThe offer of taking half of my heart is still up, you know. Just throwing that out there.â
Jongin smiled over a mouthful of noodles and chicken, peering over at Kyungsoo who seemed to be very interested in the carrots floating around in the broth. âAnd Iâd have to give you half of mine in return, right?â
Kyungsoo nodded. âOf course. Iâve never heard of anyone living with only half their heart. Though, if you needed it, I could give it all to you.â
âWhat? Your heart?â Jongin asked with a hint of a small smile on his lips, poking at a piece of chicken with his chopsticks. Kyungsoo remained unfazed, though Jongin could swear his ears looked a bit redder than usual and he was definitely having trouble picking that slice of steak.
âYeah.â
âLiterally or figuratively?â
âWellâŠâ Kyungsoo ate a carrot, the tip of his tongue darting out to collect remnants of broth from his lips. âI would give you half of my heart literally, but you could figuratively take all of it.â
Jongin chortled.
âWhile youâre at it, take my whole life too.â Kyungsoo added afterwards just for good measure, eliciting a warm laugh from Jongin who didnât even bother to be discreet and keep it low as to not disturb other patrons, but no one seemed to be paying attention to them anyway except, perhaps, for the lady behind the counter who continuously shook her head and smiled at their antics.
âI have a confession to make.â Jongin said as they walked down the street, his scarf back to its place around his neck and belly stuffed with a bowl of hearty ramen. It was way past dusk already and snow had begun to fall, a few snowflakes catching into their hair and while others landed on their thick clothes like pixie dust.
Winter had always been the most mysterious season to Jongin, with its somewhat twisted version of beauty that could be easily found in dead flowers and leaves and dull and grey skies. Winter was also the prelude of spring, which brought back to life whatever had been swept away and left forgotten.
Alas, humdrum tended to take over Jonginâs life during this season and it often made him feel suffocated, but that changed when he came to the realisation that the beginning of another season also meant that Kyungsoo would be modifying his appearance in order to blend with the corresponding colour palette â bright clothes and dewy skin for spring, blonde hair and faux freckles for summer and red tracksuits and chalk dust on his fingers for fall.
In winter, when monochromes took over the scenery and cold numbed not only peopleâs limbs but also their hearts and emotions, Kyungsoo effortlessly stood out with his bright smile and unorthodox philosophy of life. He would still go out for an early run around the park, too, and Jongin had become fond of the semi-permanent flushed state of his cheeks.
Kyungsoo turned around to face him, walking backwards and occasionally glancing over his shoulder to make sure the path was clear and he wouldnât end up in a trash can or colliding into a lamp post. âActually, me too. But you go first.â
âI wasnât completely honest back there. Iâm still afraid my heart will stop and Iâll drop dead all of a sudden, you know.â Kyungsoo stopped moving altogether and cocked his head to the side, pursing his lips and narrowing his eyes in a seemingly thoughtful gesture. Silver grey strands of hair fell across his forehead, his thick and dark eyebrows still visible underneath. âI hate that my heart is so weak. I wish I had a strong, healthy one like yours.â
âI told you, you can have my heart if you want it.â
Jongin chose to ignore Kyungsooâs offer this time, nudging him on the side as he walked past him. Kyungsoo trailed after him and they easily fell into step, occasionally slowing down to gaze into display windows and brush some snowflakes off their faces and hair. âYou said you had something to confess too.â
âOh, right. First you have to promise me not to freak out.â
Jongin raised an eyebrow. âYou arenât helping much by asking that.â
âHush.â Kyungsoo hopped forward and stood before Jongin, effectively making him halt on his steps and blocking the way, and Jongin felt his heart do that funny flip again. He had no idea of what Kyungsoo would tell him but he hoped it was nothing serious. âFirstly, you canât tell anyone.â
âItâs not like I have hundreds of friends and acquaintances anyway.â
âThen it shouldnât be a problem for you to keep my secret safe.â Kyungsoo had a good point there so Jongin didnât retaliate and remained silent, as if to encourage the other male to keep talking. Kyungsoo seemed to be quite excited so no further coaxing was needed for him to spill the beans. âIâm not human.â
Jonginâs steps came to a halt and his eyes widened upon hearing this unexpected confession, waiting for Kyungsoo to either explain what he meant or admit he was joking. Before either of those things happened, Jongin inevitably snorted.
âIâm serious. I came from outer space.â Kyungsoo insisted, reaching out to give Jonginâs scarf a tug to get him moving again. Snow kept falling and if they didnât hurry up they would be stranded there and catch a cold, and Jongin probably couldnât afford to get sick. âI got here in a spacecraft.â
âUh-huh. And I suppose its name wasnât the USS Enterprise, or was it?â
A sigh pushed past Kyungsooâs lips as he stopped again and turned to face Jongin with narrowed eyes, clearly unamused by the otherâs teasing and the mocking tone in his voice. Jongin was unfazed by this, having grown already used to Kyungsooâs somewhat wild thoughts and irrationality.
Though Jongin had to admit that the possibility of him coming from outer space would make a very plausible explanation to Kyungsooâs mild obsession for the stars and waking up before dawn to see the sunrise, and how easily he blended with the seasons as they changed.
Whether or not Kyungsoo was telling the truth about his origins, Jongin had no doubt that he was different from anyone heâd ever met. He was indeed out of this world.
âSo⊠outer space, huh?â
âYes.â Kyungsoo confirmed with a nod, snowflakes like diamond slivers getting tangled in his hair and full gardens blooming on his cheeks as the cold gave them a rosy colour, his eyes bright and full of mysteries Jongin wanted so bad to unveil. âIâm here on a special mission to study humankind and you just happened to spark my interest.â
âMe?â
âYes, you.â Jonginâs laugh rang in Kyungsooâs ears, but it died out when the latter took a step forward and once again grasped the ends of his scarf, giving them a light tug. âIâve learned very interesting things thanks to you, like that some people are born with weak hearts but a strong will.â
âSome of us are just too stubborn to accept defeat.â Jongin mused with a shrug, letting Kyungsoo adjust the scarf around his neck although there was no need for any fixtures to be made, his own hands coming up to grip his wrists. The distance between them was of less than an armâs reach now and the snow was still falling, piling up around their feet into small, white castles. A single snowflake fell on the tip of Kyungsooâs nose and melted right away, making Kyungsooâs face scrunch up. âThough I have to say, youâre pretty stubborn yourself too.â
Jongin shrank in himself when he saw Kyungsooâs frown, bracing for the physical or verbal retaliation that would follow, but instead of a slap on the chest or a flick on his forehead he received something completely different that he wouldâve never expected to get on a cold winter night after eating ramen.
A kiss.
Kyungsoo had used his scarf to pull him down and also as leverage to lean up to connect their lips in a gentle, innocent kiss that had Jonginâs mind suddenly going blank and then exploding with colours that spread to the rest of his body, painting his cheeks red and his fingertips blue.
The days were Jongin was either white or black were over and he was now swimming in Kyungsooâs pink lips and silver grey hair, and figments of a conversation they had too many nights ago about what they thought stars would taste like crossed his mind.
They wouldnât taste like blueberry or cotton candy, not even of bubble gum.
Theyâd taste like Kyungsoo.
âIf itâs true youâre an alien then how come your skin isnât slimy and green and your eyes arenât all black? I mean, theyâre huge already but they arenât black.â
Kyungsoo arched a brow and huffed at Jonginâs comment, smoothing down some creases on the tablecloth as he set it onto the ground beneath a tree, placing some weights on the corners to keep it from lifting. âNow youâre being very rude and inconsiderate.â
Jongin set the basket in the middle of the tablecloth with a roll of his eyes before taking a seat, still wearing a cheeky grin on his face that didnât go unnoticed to Kyungsoo. As soon as Jongin saw the corners of the other maleâs lips curl up he knew he wouldnât be in trouble, although Kyungsoo very seldom got upset at him to start with.
Kyungsooâs heart must be healthy not only physiologically but also emotionally wise, Jongin figured, for him to be able to be so quick to forgive and so selfless and generous when it came to showing Jongin how much he cared for him. He was a bit on the crazy side, too, because heâd insisted on having a picnic in the midst of February and here they were, bundled up in their coats and scarves and armed with snacks and hot ginger cardamom tea to fight off the cold.
âIâm still waiting for your answer.â
âTo what?â
âYou not looking like an alien.â
âI am, though, and I will prove it.â
Jongin huffed before reaching into a container for a piece of kimbap, popping it into his mouth and chewing it thoroughly before finally swallowing the mouthful along with the words heâd been meaning to say. If Kyungsoo was indeed a visitor from outer space, did that mean heâd have to go back to his homeland at some point? âHow do you intend to do that?â
âThatâs easy. Iâll heal you.â
Silence. Rustling of leaves. A dog barking in the distance. Kyungsooâs heart beating louder than usual and Jonginâs skipping a beat.
âWhat?â
âYou heard me. Iâm going to heal your heart.â
âHow?â
âIâll find a way.â
Jongin glanced down at his chopsticks as the cogs in his brain revved up in an attempt to keep up with Kyungsooâs train of thoughts, but he was already lightyears ahead. He wanted to believe that there was an actual way to make his heart fully functional and that Kyungsoo was the one who held all the answers heâd been looking for, but the fear of being disappointed was stronger than hope right now.
And yet, Jongin chose to give hope a chance.
âDoes your kind have special devices for that? Like, futuristic machinery to fix whatever isnât working properly in someoneâs body?â
Jongin felt a bit offended when Kyungsoo laughed at his well-natured questions, eating a rice cake this time to keep his lips from pursing and to fight the blush off his cheeks. He could always blame it on the cold, though, but he was sure that Kyungsoo would see right through his lie.
âIâll show you soon.â
âWhen?â
âSoon, Jongin. Be patient.â
âMy heart might stop beating tomorrow, donât tell me to be patient.â As soon as those words left his mouth, Jongin regretted saying them. He didnât mean to come off as rude, especially to someone whoâd only been supportive and caring towards him, but his frustrations often took the best of him and made an appearance in the most unexpected moments.
Kyungsooâs expression fell a bit after the sudden outburst from the other boy and Jongin thought he saw the light in his eyes dwindle, guilt creeping under his skin at the sight and his heart being target of a new kind of pain âthe one that wasnât caused by a disease, but rather from hurting a loved one. Apparently, the biggest hazard to his heart was himself.
âSorry.â
The prolonged silence between them finally reached an end when Kyungsoo moved closer to Jongin with a sigh, reaching for his hand and bringing it to his chest right where his heart was. The coat made it hard for Jongin to feel anything and, although Kyungsoo seemed to have noticed the flaw in his plan, he didnât show any signs of awkwardness or embarrassment.
âYour heart will beat as long as mine does, okay?â Kyungsoo said softly, almost as if he was afraid his words might have the wrong effect on Jongin and would bring him more pain instead of relief. âAnd donât worry if your heart stutters, because mine will be beating for the two of them.â
âChristmas.â
Kyungsoo pulled back upon hearing this and blinked down in confusion at Jongin as he tried to decipher the meaning behind his words, using the break to catch his breath and allowing the other boy to do the same. Maybe it had been the lack of oxygen which caused him to blurt out that piece of nonsense, who knows. âWhat?â
âYour bedsheets smell like Christmas. Like⊠pinecones and cinnamon.â
âYou were thinking of that while we made out?â
Jongin couldnât blame Kyungsoo for looking flabbergasted at this revelation, because he wouldâve reacted the exact same way if the roles were reversed and Kyungsoo had been the one to say such an awkward thing. At least he wasnât being laughed at (yet). âIâmâ no, I meanâ I was into it, I swear.â
âJonginââ
âBut yeah, your fabric softener does smell like Christmas.â
Kyungsoo sat back on Jonginâs lap, his legs folded at either side of his hips, and finally erupted in laughter. Jongin noticed how his hair (which heâd dyed a very interesting shade of brown that made Jongin think of caramel) was messy from his own fingers constantly tugging at the strands and also that his shirt was crumpled in some areas as well, but refrained from pointing it out lest to bring any further embarrassment upon himself. âWhoâs the weird one now, huh?â
âObviously still you.â
âSays the one who interrupted a kiss to mention that my bedsheets smelled like Christmas.â Jongin raised an eyebrow and shot Kyungsoo a pointed look, although he was also pondering over how to ask him to come back down and resume the kiss heâd very ungracefully cut off. âI have a question for you.â
âYou always have questions for me.â
âActually, I always have questions about everything.â And Jongin had to nod in agreement because it was true. âYou arenât supposed to do any kind of extenuating physical activity that might jeopardize your health in any way, right?â
âTechnically. If it makes my heart rate go up, then itâs not very advisable.â
Kyungsoo narrowed his eyes and bit his lower lip, placing his hands at either side of Jonginâs head on the pillow to support his weight as he leaned forward. âWhat about sex?â
âSex?â
âYeah. Are you supposed to avoid it too?â
Jongin blinked up at Kyungsoo, taken aback by the sudden question and what the other boy might be implying. âI donât know. Iâve never asked my doctor and heâs never mentioned it either.â
âHeâs never questioned you about your sex life? What kind of doctor is that?â
A whine left Jonginâs mouth just as Kyungsoo burst out laughing once again, dropping his head forward and resting it against the formerâs shoulder as his body shook. âStop embarrassing me.â
âYou clearly donât need my help to embarrass yourself, Jongin.â
âI beg to differ. I used to be a cool guy before I met you.â Kyungsoo huffed and leaned down to peck Jongin on the lips, his actions being rewarded with a hum of appreciation and warm hands back on his body.
âDonât you want to give your doctor a call and ask him if having sex is dangerous for your heart?â
The question brought a smile to Jonginâs lips and when he pulled back he found himself staring into infinity, his reflection etched into Kyungsooâs pupils like it belonged there amongst the stars embedded into them. âI say we find that out for ourselves.â
Spring was well on its way to becoming Jonginâs favourite season with its warm mornings at the park and ice cream dates with Kyungsoo twice a week, and the colours he once hadnât acknowledged were now clear to his eyes âthe days where life was monochromatic were over, and Kyungsoo was more than happy to take him by the hand through the colour wheel and let him soak in the yellows, pinks and blues.
At night, Kyungsoo would lay with Jongin and tell him stories about anything he could think of âmostly the universeâ and his vast knowledge of the celestial bodies backed up the confession heâd made several months ago about him not being human but rather coming from outer space.
As crazy as it was, Jongin was starting to think that Kyungsoo not being human was an actual possibility.
âArenât you tired of just sitting here while I go for a run?â
Jongin looked up from his phone and saw worry and something he could only interpret as sympathy in Kyungsooâs eyes, his own lips pursing in a thoughtful gesture as he pondered over whether to lie or be honest about his feelings. Joining Kyungsoo at the park was one of his favourite things to do even if it meant all he could do was sit on a bench and wait for Kyungsoo to be done so they could have an ice cream or head back home.
âIt still makes me somewhat frustrated but itâs fine, I like it here. Besides, itâs better than staying home feeling miserable all by myself.â Jongin shrugged and reached for Kyungsooâs hand, flashing him a smile that he hoped was reassuring enough to help dissipate his concerns. âDonât look so gloomy. Iâve never been able to run anyway so itâs not like I suffered a major loss. You canât lose something you never had, right?â
Kyungsooâs expression remained unchanging, lower lip caught between his teeth and thick eyebrows almost meeting above the bridge of his nose. Jonginâs heart was still weak despite Kyungsooâs promise to heal him and both seemed to be very well aware that it probably was never meant to be fulfilled, but Kyungsoo had given him so much already he couldnât bring himself to be upset or disappointed.
âDo you want to join me today?â
âI beg your pardon?â
Kyungsooâs frown disappeared and was replaced by a gleeful expression, his eyes crinkling up and lips curling up into a wide grin. âWhy do you always sound like I just spoke to you in another language? Seriously, Jongin, I thought you would be used to this already.â
âI donât think Iâll ever get used to you, though. Besides I kind of like being surprised.â
âThen youâll love this.â Kyungsoo pulled Jongin up onto his feet and gave his hands a squeeze before turning around and bending his knees a little, peering over his shoulder at the other boy who was looking at him as if heâd lost his mind. âCome on, we donât have all day. Hop on.â
âWhat?â
âI said, hop on. The fact that you canât run on your own doesnât mean you canât run at all.â
âIâm heavy.â
âIâm fairly strong despite my looks. Come on, Jongin, itâll be fun.â Jongin had his doubts about that last part but he didnât dare question Kyungsooâs sanity and logic either, especially because he knew that he only wanted to make him happy. Carefully, he climbed onto the other boyâs back with his arms locked around his neck and legs secured around his waist, and was pleasantly surprised to find that Kyungsoo didnât seem to be struggling at all to hold him up. âThere we go.â
âPlease donât drop me.â
âNever.â
Kyungsooâs pace was steady as he jogged along the road whose turns and slopes Jongin had memorized already from walking it too many times, Kyungsooâs musky scent mingling with the one of grass and dirt and Jonginâs cologne.
Both their hearts were beating fast and every puff of air that left Kyungsooâs lips was a breath Jongin took for himself and filled his lungs with, and when he closed his eyes he came to the conclusion that being carried like this couldnât compare to anything heâd ever experienced before and wasnât what he thought running would feel like.
He was flying.
Kyungsoo was making him fly.
âI didnât know you had so many moles.â
âBecause you insist on always being the little spoon.â
âMaybe if you went shirtless more often I wouldâve noticed sooner.â Came Jonginâs retaliation from behind Kyungsoo, fingertips connecting the moles of his back into abstract shapes. And, although Jongin couldnât see Kyungsooâs face due to their current position, he could sense him smiling at his idiocy.
âI get cold easily.â
âKyungsoo, itâs the middle of July.â
âAnd also like two in the morning. Donât make me kick you out of bed.â
Jongin huffed. âWould you dare kick me out of my own bed? Thatâs rude.â
Kyungsooâs body shook in his arms as he laughed, and Jongin could only smile to himself and lean forward to kiss the spot right below Kyungsooâs left ear, pressing his lips to the rest of the moles scattered over his skin and feeling his heart beating steadily beneath his fingertips.
Jongin counted Kyungsooâs heartbeats to lull himself to sleep.
Kyungsoo counted the seconds he had left with Jongin.
It was the first day of September when Kyungsoo called Jongin to let him know he wasnât feeling well and therefore wouldnât be able to meet him later, and Jongin promised to pay him a visit at his place and bring some homemade chicken soup (and his presence) to help speed up his recovery. Kyungsoo had done the same for him earlier that year when he caught a cold so it was only fair he returned the favour, and he was sure that this was nothing Kyungsoo couldnât overcome.
Kyungsoo was so much stronger than he looked, after all.
Jongin probably shouldâve found it weird that Kyungsooâs phone kept directing him to the voicemail whenever he tried reaching him or that no one got the door after Jongin spent nearly an hour knocking on it and sitting outside his apartment until the soup went cold and he became tired of waiting.
But he didnât.
He probably shouldâve been upset at Kyungsoo for not picking up the phone or letting him in, too, because there were supposed to be no secrets between them.
But he wasnât.
When his phone rang later that night and Kyungsooâs face popped up on the screen, all the hard feelings Jongin had forcefully pushed to the very back of his mind and heart struggled to resurface in the form of harsh words and rejection, but he decided to instead give Kyungsoo a chance to explain himself and his odd behaviour.
âJongin?â
âHm.â
âDid you come over earlier?â
Jongin scowled at his half-eaten bowl of cereal and then at the phone lying next to it, swallowing the last bits of puffed rice and the remainders of sugary milk in his mouth and coughing a couple times in hopes of also pushing the hurt and anger down his throat. Hopefully the gastric juices in his stomach would dissolve them too. âYeah. I even brought you chicken soup.â
âOh, boy⊠Iâm so sorry, Jongin. I had an awful headache and a runny nose all day, and I ended up passing out on the bed after taking a shower.â
Anger was still there, unfortunately, but guilt had joined it in Jonginâs throat and it was quickly spreading across his chest, ruthlessly prickling at his already weak heart. He was wondering if he shouldâve tried kicking down the door or sneaking in through the balcony, although Kyungsoo living in a third floor made that a really terrible idea. âHow are you feeling now?â
âLike a million dollars.â Naturally, Jongin smiled in relief upon hearing the news. âIt was nothing serious, thankfully, and Iâm feeling a lot better already. Sorry I made you worry and⊠sorry about today too.â
Jongin licked his lips to collect the remnants of sugar and picked up the phone as he leaned back, smiling back at the picture of a grinning Kyungsoo on his screen. âDrop it. Iâm just happy you got some rest and all, although I wouldâve loved to be the one taking care of you. Maybe if you gave me a spare keyââ
âThat would be pointless, Jongin.â Said Kyungsoo with a breathless laugh accompanying his words, which wouldâve rung an alarm in Jonginâs head if he had paid more attention to them instead of being distracted by trying to not whine and come off as needy. âBecause I wonât get sick again. I promise. This was just a one-time thing.â
âIâll see you tomorrow, then?â
âAnd everyday onwards.â
Later that night, Kyungsoo found himself bent over the toilet seat with his hands gripping the edges and knees bruised from holding his weight up as he retched and gagged, more often than not choking up on his own multi-coloured vomit and glittery tears.
But this was no regular stomach flu, and therefore couldnât be treated with homemade chicken soup or any prescription drug. Because then again, Kyungsoo wasnât human at all.
Sweat trickled down Kyungsooâs neck in rivulets as he stared into the toilet and the tiny universe that he had somehow created in it, metallic purples and velvety blacks staining the tips of his fingers and the white porcelain. Cosmic matter continued spilling from his mouth every time he tried to open it, and the bitter taste on his tongue reminded him of that one night a year ago when he asked Jongin what he thought the stars would taste like.
He remembered Jongin saying theyâd probably taste like toxic substances that could kill him, and himself claiming theyâd taste like vanilla bean, blueberry or even cotton candy.
He also remembered the taste of sour cream and onion on his tongue as he chewed on a chip heâd stolen from Jongin, and then offering half of his heart for him to take.
When everything seemed to be finally over, Kyungsoo pulled away from the toilet and crawled into the bathtub, extending a trembling hand to turn on the faucet before sitting back with his legs pulled up to his chest and dried trails of dead stars tainting his cheeks.
âHey, Jongin?â
A smile grazed Kyungsooâs features when he got a quiet hum in response to his calling from the male currently in his arms with his head tucked under his chin and arms wrapped around his torso, probably mere seconds away from slipping into unconsciousness.
âLetâs become stars.â
Jongin stayed still for a second before moving the hand resting on Kyungsooâs lower back to the back of his head, threading his fingers through the strands of blue black hair in the process, and decided to briefly interrupt their cuddling session in order to look at him. The room was dark but the moonlight spilling through the blinds made it possible for his eyes to make out Kyungsooâs face, although he already knew by heart every inch of his body.
Countless times Jongin had traced constellations across Kyungsooâs back and gotten drunk on the taste of his lips, and he strongly believed that some actual healing had been done on his heart despite the latter never using any kind of weird machinery on him âmaybe Kyungsoo himself was the cure, and his healing instruments had been none other than his hands and lips.
âLetâs.â
Once Kyungsoo fell asleep Jongin reached down to take his hands and brought them to his eye level, unable to think of a name to give to the mixture of emotions bubbling up in his chest and clawing at his throat as they tried to make their way up âshock, confusion, fear and helplessness, just to mention some, but Jongin forced himself to swallow them back down.
The skin on Kyungsooâs fingertips had become translucent, flesh and bones nowhere to be seen and having been replaced instead by what Jongin could only think of as cosmic matter and miniature versions of other celestial bodies, and he soon noticed that the strange phenomenon was quickly spreading across the sleeping maleâs body (was he actually sleeping, though?).
And yet, with the fear and confusion threatening to take over his heart and the growing pain in his chest, Jongin thought he could understand why all this was happening.
Kyungsoo had never been entirely his.
Kyungsoo had been telling the truth all along, about him not being human.
Kyungsooâs presence on earth was never meant to be permanent, and his life was finally coming to an end.
Kyungsoo belonged in the sky.
Kyungsoo had lit up Jonginâs life during its darkest times and now he was burning up just like a shooting star crossing the night sky, and soon heâd be gone and there was nothing Jongin could do to stop what had already started and he had no control over.
Jongin counted Kyungsooâs heartbeats as they slowed down, until his own stuttering ones were the only sounds echoing through the silent room.
October.
November.
Hypertrophic cardiomyopathy had always been a curse to Jongin and a major impediment for him to lead a normal life like the rest of the people his age, but losing Kyungsoo to the universe and being unable to do anything about it had left a wound in his heart so deep and so painful that it had triggered a major change in his perspective of life.
Kyungsoo left behind so many unanswered questions and just as many broken promises that would never be fulfilled, and Jongin had spent the past couple months trying to come up with a way to follow Kyungsoo into the sky, but his thoughts were so loud and confusing he was already having enough trouble telling them apart from each other and the white noise in his head.
âHave you been taking your meds?â
âWerenât you scared of dying?â
âIâm still afraid my heart will stop and Iâll drop dead all of a sudden, you know.â
âYour heart will beat as long as mine does, okay?â
âYou arenât supposed to do any kind of extenuating physical activity that might jeopardize your health in any way, right?â
âArenât you tired of just sitting here while I go for a run?â
He was, however, able to catch that one last echo and, for the first time in his life, he was grateful to have been born with a weak heart.
It was a cold winter day when Jongin woke up to the sound of his own heart beating louder than usual and an insistent pounding in his head akin to hammering a wall, making it feel as if some little man had decided to make a bigger mess out of him by knocking down everything on his wake. He always thought that being free would be a synonym of a peaceful and carefree state of mind, but perhaps heâd been wrong all along and thatâs what freedom actually felt like.
Jongin was sick and tired of being weak and getting so easily worked up over his physical limitations and, more importantly, he was tired of missing Kyungsoo. Life after him was no better than life before him and, since there was an actual possibility of having a life with Kyungsoo, wouldnât chasing it be the most (and only) logical thing to do?
By the time Jongin reached the park he was panting a bit already and perspiration had gathered on his forehead and armpits despite the cold, but the sun had yet to rise and the moon was still up in the sky watching his every move, helping him count down the heart beats he had left until he became a star and joined Kyungsoo in his journey across the universe.
He adjusted the scarf around his neck out of habit and filled his lungs with chilly air before taking the first step down the road Kyungsoo and him had walked together countless times when they were together, except there was only one pair of feet leaving imprints in the snow today.
Five minutes into it and he was panting, the pounding in his head becoming louder and making him feel dizzy and somewhat disoriented.
Ten minutes into it and he was out of breath and his cheeks flushed, and not only was his heart struggling to keep up with his pace but he could no longer focus his gaze on his surroundings.
Twenty minutes into it and Jonginâs entire hands were becoming translucent as he began to experience the first symptoms of arrhythmia, electric blue and white cosmic matter dotted with gold spilling from his mouth and replacing his blood and bones. Just like it did with Kyungsoo.
Ten minutes past dawn and Jongin awoke with a gasp, finding himself looking right into Kyungsooâs starry eyes that no longer held mysteries and doubt but rather offered answers and clarity. He could only smile to himself before leaning forward to kiss the spot right below Kyungsooâs left ear, pressing his lips to the rest of the stars scattered over his skin and connecting them into new constellations as Kyungsoo laughed.
At last neither of them had to worry anymore about counting heartbeats or seconds, and now that the stars were finally within their reach they could find out if they tasted like vanilla bean, blueberry, cotton candy or bubble gum.
(They tasted like the promise of an eternity together.)
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Date: 2016-08-31 02:16 am (UTC)also jongin is the little spoon ;__;
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Date: 2016-09-09 02:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-08-31 02:38 am (UTC)I am in awe with this fic. So unique, and all the words strung together is so, so beautiful. Thank you, author.
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Date: 2016-09-09 02:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-08-31 07:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-08-31 11:26 am (UTC)first of all, the songs you recommended; buy the stars by marina diamonds. this is going to sound stupid but my eyes started watering as soon as i read that title, because it brings up a lot of painful memories and i listened to it while reading and i was crying but i couldn't tell anymore if it was because of the song or your mesmerizing writing.
anyways, i'm getting off track. your writing... i need to know who you are so i can personally tell you how incredibly gifted you are. it felt like i was reading a poem, your words so carefully placed yet they didn't disturb the flow at all. i felt the atmosphere you created all around me and this made me want to read the story outside on an open field in the night with millions of stars sparkling above. i think i have a guess who you are and if i'm right it just proves again why you're one of my favorite authors.
now the storyline itself: i have no idea how you came up with such a unique idea but i want to kiss your creative mind. this wasn't a typcial love story between jongin and kyungsoo but it was beautiful in it's very own way. when kyungsoo kept telling jongin that he could have his heart my own kept clenching.. i still can't figure out what exactly happened but i hope that was a little bit what you were going for? to give the reader room to figure out what exactly happened at the end with kyungsoo when he got sick. but i don't think he cured jongin since at the end when jongin "followed" him his heart still wasn't good (hello anterograde tomorrow) otherwise i just missed something huge. was kyungsoo some kind of shooting star who was supposed to fulfil jongin's wish of a cure to his disease? i guess my interpretation just isn't good enough here..
my comment probably doesn't make much sense but this story was something really different, and definitely something that will get a special place in my heart as well.
thank you for writing this piece of art.
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Date: 2016-08-31 05:21 pm (UTC)your choice of words is just beautiful
i love this "Being with Kyungsoo was like diving in a pool in a hot summer day, and also like taking a mouthful of air after being underwater for too long."
and this makes me so happy
âYou know,â Kyungsoo started, âif your heart ever fails you can have half of mine.â
âI beg your pardon?â
Maybe it was Jonginâs imagination, or perhaps it was an illusion caused by the lights and shadows casted on Kyungsooâs face by the streetlamp, but Jongin thought he could see a faint blush on his cheeks and stars twinkling in his eyes. He kind of wanted to take a dive in them.
âI said you can have half of my heart if yours fails.â
âNo one can live with only half a heart, idiot.â
Kyungsoo seemed to ponder over this for a brief moment, adjusting his blue jacket around his torso to shield it from the cold. A smile crept up to his lips as he stood up from the bench, peering at Jongin over his shoulder. âMaybe you could give me half of yours in return, then.â
jongin was cured and became a star with soo - the perfect ending
thank you for writing â„
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Date: 2016-09-09 02:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-08-31 06:23 pm (UTC)Kyungsoo's character was literally SO amazing in this like he was just this wonderful free-spirited lovely person that just loves Jongin so much im dead like the way he just!!!! offers jongin his heart omg literally im about to cry again he was just so wonderful and the way he just brightens up jongin's life gets me so fucking hard so soft so gentle i literally can't function right now and then the sCENE WHERE HE CARRIES JONGIN AND JOGS JUST FUCKING KICK ME IN THE CHEST BYE
i really really did get those "starlight" vibes while reading this and im such a masochist that i will probably go and listen to the song while thinking about this fic and then cry myself to sleep because im gay and emo like that goddamn there's just so many feels in my body rn I can't contain them all
This was really really such a beautiful and sweet story and I LOVE it I can't wait to find out who wrote this just fuck me up fam
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Date: 2016-08-31 08:48 pm (UTC)This was so lovely in a thousand ways and some of the phrases you used were so beautiful and I loved their relationship and their descriptions and I'm coming back tomorrow (or soon) to give specifics when I have time BUT
BUT!! the reason I'm asking if you're kidding is because (when I was quite drunk oops) I told my best friend that when we died, we could become a pair of stars in the sky. So this is very special to me. Very. Thank you for your words.
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Date: 2016-09-01 08:05 am (UTC)Thank you so much to the writer for this little piece of perfection
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Date: 2016-09-01 10:23 am (UTC)on the first few paragraphs, i'm so into it. i can't take my eyes off my phone and continue reading this bc the summary says ksoo is from outer space and i didn't expect that he'll be like some surreal being from space based from how you described him with those stars and glittery cosmic stuff? that's genius of you! and ofc, i feel sad for jongin for his inability to normally function as a human, but meeting kyungsoo became his lifesaver and i feel glad about it. also, curious why ksoo blends in with seasons and i admire you for coming up with that great idea. unique ideas fascinates me. despite the angsty feeling in this story, i'm very much attached to this. it's short, but the story was justified deeming it enough for me. i want to emphasize on those beautiful lines you've written as well;
âI said you can have half of my heart if yours fails.â don't you know how painful reading this? T.T but it's sweet of ksoo~
âIâll see you tomorrow, then?â
âAnd everyday onwards.â ------pain...pain coz i knew already something terrible would happen... T.T
âLetâs become stars.â such few words but i'm hurt :((((((((((((
and lastly, ofc;
(They tasted like the promise of an eternity together.) awwwww at least, still a happy ending for an angsty story of jongin and ksoo.
this is very beautiful combined with your beautiful writing. thank you for writing this and i hope to read more kaisoo fics from you. you're a great writer, a talented one. i'm grateful to have you in this project and again, i love your fic. this deserves more love and you've done a great job for this. thank you, thank you, thank you <3 you just gained a fan.
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Date: 2016-09-01 03:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-09-02 03:23 am (UTC)your writing reminds me of poetry~ the way it flows is so beautiful and your words paint such a pretty picture in my head. i'm amazed by the visuals that this fic created for me and am so blown away by how talented you are
i cried when jongin and kyungsoo died it was so sad im so sad now
i got so choked up when jongin joined kyungsoo in the stars bc thats... thats so beautiful i dont even understand how something can be that romantic
asjfkha a very incoherent comment but i hope you can tell how much i loved this fic ;;;;
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Date: 2016-09-02 03:25 am (UTC)Thank you for this author!! Idk why this has so little comments! U deserve more!!;A;
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Date: 2016-09-02 02:29 pm (UTC)I also really like how Jongin became a star. Him running the path that he and Kyungsoo always took in his attempt to reunite (this is so poorly phrased I'm so sorry but I hope you get what I mean!!) with Kyungsoo held so so much significance because firstly, he finally ran!!! It's been something he has wanted to do for so so long ;_; and secondly, him 'running' with Kyungsoo was somewhat their last official time together because Kyungsoo started getting sick and all. Itâs definitely one of the mos symbolic moment for me. Like, the first ever run he did was WITH Kyungsoo and the last run he ever did was pretty much FOR Kyungsoo and it's just- wow.
Another thing I really love about this story is it's simplicity. Like your plot and storyline werent like majorly complicated or confusing but yet it was able to clearly showcase the love and the strength of the love between the two lovers through little little things such as hair dye, noticing the smell of the bedsheets while making out (that was super cute btw!!!) and walks in the park. Everything was really simple and precious and I just love this so so much.
Thank you for this precious piece author. You're such a blessingâĄ
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Date: 2016-09-09 02:49 am (UTC)Like, the first ever run he did was WITH Kyungsoo and the last run he ever did was pretty much FOR Kyungsoo...
DING DING DING!! Thank you for noticing this!! Yes, I wanted him to did his first run FOR Kyungsoo, even though it would bring his own "death", to call it somehow. It was pretty symbolic in my head and I'm super happy this stood out to you too~
Thank you so much for reading and interpreting the story in such a beautiful way ;; much love to you! <3
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Date: 2016-09-02 09:26 pm (UTC)although Jongin's situation is sad, kyungsoo being all cute and romantic made it better and in the end i was just so smiley ehehehe.
i love this so much good job babs <3
i cried so much???¿¿
Date: 2016-09-02 09:46 pm (UTC)the story somehow touched me so much.
the words just made me so emotional
(buy the stars by marina diamonds doesnt help with the tears im afraid)
Thank you so much for writing this,
this will definitely go on my favorites list.
it was incredibly, unbelievably beautiful.
thankyou.
RE: i cried so much???¿¿
Date: 2016-09-09 02:54 am (UTC)Ugh I know, that particular song seemed to have struck a chord in some people heh but I love the lyrics
Thank you so much for taking the time to read and leave such a lovely comment, you all made me emotional ;;
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Date: 2016-09-03 08:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-09-09 04:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-09-10 09:49 pm (UTC)AH Thank you so much!! Goodness, and thank you too for coming off anon so I can properly thank you for your lovely words because they sure mean a lot to me ;; thank you thank you thank you a thousand times! <3
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Date: 2016-09-11 03:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-09-04 01:26 am (UTC)(They tasted like the promise of an eternity together.)
DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW PERFECT THIS FIC IS? IT SHOULD HAVE MORE VIEWS MORE COMMENTS MORE EVERYTHING BECAUSE IT'S DIFFERENT BUT NEVERTHELESS BEAUTIFUL ;-------;
Thank you for writing this fic author-nim! â€
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Date: 2016-09-04 06:28 am (UTC)I DONT THINK YOU UNDERSTAND HOW IN LOVE I AM!!!! I've been telling everyone about this fic I can't believe it's being sLEPT ON THIS IS A TRUE MASTERPIECE
honestly your writing is ART. this is the kind of writing you'd expect to be analysing in literature class, it's so beautiful and elegant and dainty and I feel like each word running across my skin and gripping me with emotion I can just FEEL every single word you've written it's honestly magical!!!
and I don't even want to go into the ending. I honestly don't know if I'm sad or happy? or satisfied or otherwise? I'm just simply... shook AHHAHA. I feel so affected right now, this is definitely going to be one of those stories I will read over and over and over again. and how dare you write your characters so well. I fell in love with jongin and my heart broke for him and kyungsoo and I don't know what I'm typing anymore I can't see anything through these tearS.
thank you so much, from the bottom of my heart thank you thank you thank you đđ
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Date: 2016-09-04 07:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-09-05 05:19 am (UTC)THIS DESERVES TO BE A KAISOO CLASSIC.
This was so beautifully and well written.
When Kyungsoo said he would share his heart with Jongin, I just knew it would be him that would go. I honestly felt like Jongin in the sense that I couldn't tell if Kyungsoo was really non human or not, but I was relieved in a sense when it became clear of what his identity is (though I was also really sad to see him sick).
Every time I read a fic with character death and I know I'm getting closer to the death, my heart clenches and my chest gets heavy until that very moment, and I start crying. And boy did I cry! I was so overwhelmed with emotions that I had to put my phone down for a second before I could finish reading. But in a weird way, I was also relieved when Jongin died too? I know that sounds awful, but they were together in the end and I guess it's just really depressing when they're separated? Especially because Kyungsoo is pretty much the only thing that made Jongin happy in his life, and the way he started to see life in color had me rooting for their relationship, and dreading the tragedy (that turned out to not really be a tragedy depending on how you look at it), that was bound to come. Please don't hate me, this sounds so awful, doesn't it?
Your song choices go so well with this story though, and I honestly feel like Starlight by Taeyeon fits the fic exactly. I sort of get the feeling that that's what inspired this outstandingly creative fic, though please correct me if I'm wrong.
I seriously cherish this fic, I love it so much. I want to hold it and dote on it forever. I want a movie version, and a hard copy of this version wrapped in a bow over a pretty cover. I'm gonna be thinking about this fic for a very long time.
Thank you for this fic, author! You are an inspiration.
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Date: 2016-09-05 12:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-09-07 02:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-09-08 09:53 am (UTC)Wow.
This is sooooo good authornim.
I really hate angst. Even 'slight angst'.
But, i just feel brave today and decide to read this fic.
And wow. You are very talented.
I know jongin sick. But, with every word u describe, i feel jongin doesnt sick at all (thanks to ksoo).
how u describe their love for each other make me smile. It is so beautiful.
And when he became a star and see ksoo again, i thought this fic have a happy ending.
U are awesome. Thank u for making this fic and share with us!! :*
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Date: 2016-10-21 12:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-10-21 02:21 pm (UTC)