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Through a small gap between navy blue curtains the shimmering silver light of the moon found them in bed, with covers around their waists and limbs intertwined. One kiss, another on the tip of the nose, a breathy chuckle and a residing sigh.
“Promise me you’ll tell me if it’s bad. Tell me if it’s lacking.”
“That’s not possible.”
“Gukkie, promise!”
“Alright, alright, just let me listen already.”
“Bossy.”
“Just the way you like me.”
one day,
i wrote a long, long letter to the moon…
“Boys, you have to be more careful! I’m sure you know
how hard we are all working on keeping you safe. And
we want to help you, you know that too so Jeongguk-ah
please don’t look at me like that. You both know what’s at
stake here! It’s not just you, it’s everybody and everything
you’ve been working for all this time. You must keep that in mind!”
why are you crying
you and I are the only ones here
me and you...
“Maybe you should appear in public with a girl. Go for coffee
somewhere where you’d be photographed. Just once or twice.”
“No way!”
“Taehyung.”
“What are you even saying? How could you do that to me?
Do you really want a scandal around me? Around Bangtan?”
“ Can’t you see, boy?? I’m trying to avoid one.”
the sun suffocates me
and the world strips me naked
i can't help it, there's no other way
i collect myself that's shattered beneath the moonlight
“Let’s post a selca!”
“I .. don’t think we should.”
“Oh. Okay.”
“Gukk-ah..”
“It’s okay.”
“No. It’s not. Let’s take one.”
“Keep it to ourselves?”
“Keep it to ourselves.”
the sound of you singing
brings the red morning
“One day I’ll tell my family. I’ll tell them who you are, what we are.
I’ll tell them I’m happy. And that you are the reason why.”
As the melody fades out for a few long seconds there’s eerie silence. The kind one only meets at the dead of night. Then there’s a quiet sniffle and a sharp intake of breath. One heart skips a beat as another shakes.
“Tae…”
He’s there in an instant. He’s everywhere really. Crawled onto muscular thighs, legs locked around thin waist and large hands cradling puffy, tear-stricken cheeks with the utmost tenderness.
“Oh, baby.” His heart shakes again. “Don’t cry. My moonchild.” Soft lips meet a mess of fluffy dark hair and trail down between two strong brows.
“It’s beautiful. Don’t change anything.”
“Okay. I won’t.”
Strong arms pull him in close and he sinks into the sea of warmth.
“You know it’s for you, right?” I know, comes a nod.
“Tae?”
“Hmm?”
“Will we ever be free?”
And with that his heart skips a beat while the other one shakes. What could he say? Who would even know?
Most likely not. Life is unkind. But he will not crush what is most precious.
“We’ll find out together.”
That night two boys made a promise, sealed with a few kisses and a song, with only the moon as their witness.