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Still waiting.
Doyoung might have been in love, once. Might. For how could he know, bring out his heart and declare it won, when the only flutters it had ever felt were those precious seconds all that time ago?
Perhaps he had been in love once. Perhaps he’d never be, but those dear moments were frozen in time, each frame of that man’s movements cataloged like a film reel in shaky gray and black and white, just like the day they met.
Doyoung had been out on a walk, savoring the relative peace that such an inhospitable day could bring to even a city like Seoul who stacked its inhabitants like rats in cages and roared with life, bones built of noise just as solidly as concrete and steel. The kind of hustle and bustle so distinctive to Seoul, the quick-exchanged words and swift-discarded cigarettes, smoked to stubs and ditched in shady corners where building met building.
Making his way, alone, hands shoved in his coat pockets, nothing on his mind but the dull drone of modernity that ran throughout all of the city he called home, Doyoung turned a corner to face a still street, strangely desolate of vehicles, populated only by clouds of fog.
And then, an angel. A man’s face, shocking in its beauty, appeared out of the fog as it parted. Pale, pearly white skin that glowed against the monotonous gray that covered everything like soot, a hint of pink lips like a blooming flower in snow, and doll eyes, wide as a captive doe’s as he caught sight of Doyoung.
He wanted to call out. Ask his name, his hand. But he couldn’t. The streets had filled again with screaming cars and buses to obscure his view of the man, ignoring the red string of fate that had been visible, just for a single tick of a clock. And Doyoung remained in a stupor like the one the day's fog had cast upon all of Seoul, slow-moving and numb to any brush of fate, the drum of hot blood rushing in his ears drowning out the world.
Still waiting. He'd wait and wait and wait, as long as the universe willed him to. He'd wait for that angel until Hell itself came down and brought him back to that day to offer another look, another chance, to his waiting love.