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Pure.
The ideal word that could encapsulate the perfect being, Sung Hanbin.
Ever so gentle, kind, and innocent of mind. Always willing to help those in need, striving to meet every expectation, and never failing.
For such a flawless and bright soul the world was ever too cruel. But Hanbin prevailed, and his heart, soul, and mind dare not adapt to the evil and sinful ways that the world ought to teach him.
Others would desperately pine for his soft and gentle caresses, sweet smiles, tinkling laughter, and enchanting words of affirmation. But who was worthy of these?
Who was deserving of being the life-long companion of the most angelic-like, and delightful creature to have ever struck Earth?
Well, Seok Matthew wasn’t quite sure of this. But the boy prayed, hoped, fought, and tried to charm his way into a special place of Hanbin’s all-encompassing heart.
And by some miracle, his hard work bore fruit.
Only the gentlest of touches, only the sweetest of smiles, only the most lovingly of words were hidden somewhere deep inside Hanbin’s soul, but now Matthew held the key, and he could open that somewhere whenever he liked.
Matthew had finally managed to do what Hanbin had done to him all those years ago. Enchant him.
Matthew’s beaming smile acted like the first rays of sun during spring that could melt away all the snow on every tree, bush, and blade of grass during winter, and Hanbin couldn’t help but melt too with it.
Matthew loved Hanbin with a fiery passion like how the sun loved the moon. Hanbin adored him back like how snowdrops bloomed at the first sight of spring.
Life had never been so joyous and wonderful before.
That was until Zhang Hao forcefully made an entrance into their peaceful lives.
Life quickly turned dim and dark for Matthew. The light that he so dearly held onto was suddenly stolen away from him by that decrepit being.
His Sung Hanbin suddenly belonged to Zhang Hao as they lovingly called each other “My other half,”
Matthew felt like Icarus as he was falling down from the sky. He had been too naïve, had acted too brash.
Matthew had eventually experienced an epiphany after months of torture. His fiery passion had never matched Hanbin’s adoration.
Matthew’s other half was the moon, while Hanbin’s other half was spring.
And as Matthew’s shaking form took one last glance at Zhang Hao he knew.
Zhang Hao’s smile encompassed the feeling you would get when you would look at the first leaves on the trees after winter, animals waking up from their deep slumber, new life being born, and flowers blooming.
And Hanbin bloomed with them.