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«Il sole intiepidisce le mie guance. Tra poco sarà mezzogiorno. Non avrò più diciassette anni come ora, penso. Una tracolla cade su una sedia due posti più in là della mia. Ogni storia dovrebbe iniziare così. Forse lo dico perché è la nostra.»
In quest'ultima opera di Yang Jeongin (1993), l'autore ripercorre in una chiave innovativa, ironica ma che non manca di commozione gli anni formativi per eccellenza: quelli dell'ingresso nell'età adulta. Un romanzo intimo, capace di far trasparire il mondo dei giovani nati a cavallo tra il vecchio e il nuovo millennio, e le loro amicizie, i loro dubbi, la speranza verso il futuro e l'amore, ovviamente l'amore.
Cross-posted su Wattpad (@asuddeIconfine)
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Right when the kiss seems to be ending, Hyunjin kisses him back. Moreover Jeongin can’t help his goosebumps rising when Hyunjn’s hands are under his t-shirt, craving his skin. Subconsciously, all Jeongin has ever wished was to be desired. Craved for. To put plasters on Hyunjin’s heart, too. To probe new terrain and feel the thrill of the unknown. To let the night cover their body and the alcohol inhibit their thoughts, just enough to err.
Hence, he slides his legs around Hyunjin’s waist and goes even deeper with the kiss, feeling joy slipping out of his hands ― for the very first time, he doesn’t care if Hyunjin saw it.
or Jeongin just wants a love that lasts until the sunrise.
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And, my beloved, neither do you by edvinwriting (writinghwang) for easyongbok
Fandoms: Young Royals (TV 2021)
08 Aug 2021
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Boccheggiò, due o tre volte. L’aria era troppo fine per respirare regolarmente. E poi, respiri più grandi, l’unico rumore percepibile in quella stanza silenziosa, austera, quasi sconosciuta. Il sonno lo tradì, a quel punto, quando lo schermo ancora illuminava il suo viso e la pioggia batteva insistente su un Natale che annunciava la fine della giovinezza.
o un breve spin off sulle vacanze di Natale di Wilhelm.
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“As I was saying, Jisung and Seungmin are together. The weather’s still okay to move around with the scooter and…”
“You’re asking if I’m free?”
“Kind of.” the pianist whispers. His lips unfold in a smile, his fingertips tap the leather seat.
“I am. Have a special place in mind?”
“The seaside.” Hyunjin’s eyes bright up, even though his answer sounds so trivial Jeongin supposes he must have prepared it beforehand. It doesn’t matter if the nearest coast is quite distant, and it doesn’t because he will get his Sunday’s dose of sleep either way. And because, after all, he has to recognise that what is unknown can still be unearthed, a foreign land can become a safe space; what is buried can be dug for. If he wants to trace a detailed outline of who the boy that’s giving him a helmet is, Jeongin must loosen up.
or some of the things Jeongin learns he can still discover. -
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"What are you doing?" asked Jeongin in a smirk, as he was moving his hands to dry them as soon as possible. There was no mock in his question, he could perceive that the other was genuinely interested, curious to find out what he had missed out. Jeongin was simple. He wasn't built by default, on a heart too light to carry the weight of someone else; he acted like he had a house of only foundation, awaiting the moment to start the real construction. Was, then, Hyunjin the ivy that settled in an almost abandoned zone - the shipyard?
or Jeongin studies latin at college, aspiring photographer Hwang Hyunjin breaks into his life and Jeongin loses a bracelet along the way.