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It’s raining.
But it always seems to be raining, the heavens opening just for them.
And the sky is dark too, stars freckling a never-ending canvas of black.
The air…it is cold. The night…it is biting.
The moon, in her eternal grace, casts the earth she restlessly admires in the most gentle of light, shining upon what she sees before her.
And just below her, exists Lee Felix, standing on the grass staring right back.
Hyunjin watches him from afar, hands tucked into the sleeves of his sweater as he braves the harsh winter winds.
In this short moment, he watches as Felix blooms. The younger outstretches his arms like the feathered wings of a fallen angel, twirling in the night air, wandering in this eternal daze, never once stopping to breathe.
His feet are pointed as he pirouettes, leaping across the grass with all the grace of the most cherished doe. His legs are so thin, so graceful, holding Felix's dreams together like an embroidered sky.
There's an innate yearning to Felix's delicate movements, a wish for a universe he is yet to reach as he follows the lines of his outstretched arms. He dances on the balls of his bare feet, the soles raw and bloody. His pointe shoes are nowhere to be found, discarded on the floor of his bedroom. There's no place for them here, not in these frantic moments where nature consumes his existence. They exist only for the floor of the studio, and out here none of that matters. He can just flow, dancing under the rainfall covered in marshlike bruises without the pristine world he usually occupies demanding his mind, body and soul. With each jump to the stars, Felix blinks away the rain, never once making a sound as he lands.
It's almost as if the boy weighs nothing, so fragile like a sickly doe with those macilent limbs of his. Could...could Felix break if he lands too harshly? Or would Hyunjin be there to catch him?
When Felix flows in his dance it is as if it is the only way he can ever really convey his thoughts. Verbally he is lost, unable to truly tell the world how he feels. His heart is ever caged within the confines of his gaunt chest, beating with the utmost desperation as it fights to free itself. Here, as he dances on this stretch of grass, Hyunjin understands him without the need for words. He's desperate, an overwhelming desire for perfection consuming the boy's entire being.
The shadows are no place for Felix, not when he rivals the dazzling light of the moon.
And Hyunjin just can't look away.
Felix's white blouse swans around him, covered in mud and grass stains from some unexpected tumbles. It’s soaked through with the rain, his collar bones striking through the sheer fabric, and some of the buttons have carelessly come undone. But he doesn’t mind. Nobody minds.
He’s content like this - content to just exist.
To twirl and spin and leap for the only person who matters to him, and so Felix frolics through his movements, bringing his arms together as he lets himself finally slow.
And then he collapses by Hyunjin's side, breathing heavily as he lies in a heap on the grass. Their fingers brush against one another, Hyunjin's warm and gentle, Felix's icy and skeletal. Hyunjin thumbs over his knuckles, eyes fond and admiring. Witnessing these moments within the cosmos...it leaves his heavy heart as weightless as the clouds.
Felix attempts to gather his breath, his chest rising and falling. In and out, in and out, in and out, the air swirls in his lungs like percolating smoke. He gazes at the sky above, the rain droplets that land on his face blurring his vision.
Here they both are, lying on the grass under the moon and the stars and the rain, silently wondering the most whimsical of questions and asking the moon whatever they did to warrant this comfort they find within another.
Hyunjin wouldn’t mind staying like this forever. Not really. As long as he’s with Felix he’s happy. Nothing matters - and will ever matter - as long as he has Felix.
Felix’s eyelashes flutter, the stars lighting up his eyes...and Hyunjin can't bring himself to look away.
Suddenly the warm sound of Felix’s giggle fills the frost-laced air, and Hyunjin's heart aches at the airy breathless sound. It's so perfect, so wonderful, and oh he doesn't know if he could live on if this cruel world was to take it away from him.
He smiles. Hyunjin smiles wide. Yes. It’s these moments that he lives for. These simple moments.
The Moments they share in the Cosmos.
What exactly brought him to this existence, one where he lives just to hold the hand of a boy he can't imagine ever letting go of? Where did all of this begin? How did all of this begin?
Well, to find that out is after all the purpose of these moments written in ink. The cosmos cannot keep this story of love, adoration, and pining to themselves, and so Hyunjin relives his story.
This story of him and Felix.