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Stargazing is a pastime you picked up on as a child, developing a growing fondness for the hobby through the years every time you traveled back to the province with your family for Thanksgiving and Lunar New Year celebrations. You take delight in the brightness the stars exude and marvel at how their luminescence manages to reach you even from light years away. You never failed to excuse yourself after family dinners, giddy steps always leading you to the top of the nearest hill in untiring anticipation of the gorgeous sight to be beheld as if you couldn’t already point out the constellations even when blindfolded.
It’s that longtime fondness that often brings you to the university library, wandering through the aisles and scouring through the shelves for random astronomy books that catch your eye. It’s the very same hobby that makes you lose track of time as you surrender yourself to your ever growing wonder, much like the instance you find yourself in now, except that you’re brought back to the present by the soft hum of someone in front of you.
You lift your head from your books to see your companion slightly hunched over in his seat, eyebrows furrowed as he smoothly scribbles on his music sheets. His eyes are narrowed in concentration as he minds his own business like you have been, until you softly tap on the space in between his eyebrows to smoothen the creases. He meets your gaze as you absentmindedly reach out to remove his thick, black-rimmed eyeglasses to get a clearer view of his eyes. He looks disoriented for a moment, but he senses the almost tangible adoration from you and he chuckles — he already knows what’s happening. It’s not the first time, after all, that you’ve found yourself lost in Wonpil’s eyes.
He flips the pages of his music book shut, keeps his pencil, and rests his chin on the heels of his palms to hold your stare. He sends you a lazy grin. “Like the view?”
You almost break your gaze away from his as an embarrassed laugh spills from your lips and you feel your cheeks grow warmer, but the time you’ve spent with Wonpil has taught you to hold your own. You nod unabashedly, smiling. “What’s not to like?”
While the scenic sight of the stars still unfailingly manage to leave you breathless, you have come to adore a different set of galaxies more, one captured in deep midnight orbs that curve into crescents whenever they catch your eyes, accompanied by a nose wrinkling and pearly whites appearing. In front of you is your very own Cassiopeia, with every fleck of color in his irises minutely mirroring the celestial bodies of your past, now embodied by the boy in front of you to be your present and your future. In front of you is your very own Andromeda, one that secures you in your place yet drowns you at the same time until you do not know anymore whether you’re falling or you’re floating, wandering but not lost in his tranquil depths and calming warmth.
His gaze ignites a familiar warmth in you, one you always feel when his smile is what greets you in the morning and welcomes you back to sleep at night with every sunrise and moonrise. It’s the same affection that you feel blooming inside when his eyes meet yours and only yours when he plays the keys on stage and he sings the parts he’s written especially for you. Your reminiscing brings you back to the moments when he keeps his attentive gaze pinned on you as you tell him about your day and to the times when he makes sure to hold your stare as he confesses his love to you like it’s the first time you’re hearing it. You find yourself drowning even further when you’re reminded of how his eyes unfailingly catch yours no matter how far apart amidst the sea of people surrounding, and you realize that the heavenly bodies make you feel weightless and insignificant but your very own star secures you in your place — right beside his.
Kim Wonpil is your universe, your sun and your moon, your gravity, and you wouldn’t even dream of straying away from his orbit.