PLEASE

PLEASE

aelius

A/N: This is just a re-vamped version of a drama I wrote for my creative writing class last semester. I thought it was fun and really liked how it turned out so !! replacing the oc with woo just seemed like the thing to do uwu. 

genre: angst, fluff, sun! hyunwoo x moon! reader au

word count: 745

“Tell me the story about how the sun loved the moon so much he died every night to let her breathe.”

A heavy sigh pushes past Hyunwoo’s lips. His eyes screw themselves shut as he straightens his back and rolls his shoulders, attempting to banish the muffled pain that has settled into the lowest vertebrae of his spine. You lift your head, resting your weight on your elbow so that he may reposition himself. When the whisper of discomfort is heard no longer, he pats his thighs, indicating that you may lie upon them once more. Eagerly, you comply, the corners of your lips curling upward. For a few moments, his gaze remains pointed outward, watching the stars around you dance and twirl around one another. A warm smile graces his own lips as he watches a few of them shift their attention to you and excitedly zip over. His focus follows their moondust tails and comes to rest on your figure.

Hyunwoo decides then that the look of your flesh pressed against the stygian abyss that surrounds you is ethereal. Stars dance around your hands, making you shiver when their tails brushed against the frozen tips. They do not shy away, though, dulcet coos for more leaving them every so often. “I love you,” he whispers.

You smile, waving your hand almost dismissively. “I know. You tell me every time we meet.”

Hyunwoo shakes his head, hand gingerly sliding down your arm before it fits itself into yours. You turn onto your side, propping yourself up on your elbow once again so you can face him. Your thumb affectionately strokes the side of his. “I don’t think you understand the depth of my words.”

“Then please, amica mea, enlighten me.”

Hyunwoo gingerly helps you into an upright position before clasping your hands in both of his. He draws them to his lips, kissing the backs of them before bringing them toward his chest. “My heart has never so desperately sought out the love of another. The melodious thrum of your voice makes it covert in the confines of my chest. The millennia I have spent discerning the recesses of the universe as it stands before us has been made worthwhile by your presence beside me now. The cold that has grown so intimate with my bones has fled when faced with the inferno of your adulation. My skin is merely a canvas for you to paint your ardour, and I would offer up millennia more to provide this much to you.”

The melancholic lull that carries his words makes you painfully aware of the time and how quickly it continues to slip through your fingers. The two of you must part soon, and the thought alone is more than enough to bring tears to your eyes. You rest your forehead against Hyunwoos’, shaky sigh tumbling past your lips. “Amica mea, if the words you speak are true, then our forthcoming valediction grows more dolorous than ever before. I fear my heart will not be able to endure the torment of your egress, and I will succumb to the cicerone of quietus.”

“Fear not, dulzura, for the life I breathe into you with each farewell contains the unabridged lot of my love and will keep you quick until we converge once more.”

You begin to cry, the tears that cascade down your cheeks accentuated by the remnants of galactic giants. Hyunwoo gingerly cups your cheeks, thumbs brushing over the bone so that he can wipe the stardust away. Fiery slashes are left in his wake, but you don’t seem to feel the flames lapping at your skin. The tiny blazes that erupt from the tips of his fingers gradually draw themselves up the length of his arms. His flesh succumbs to the inferno, its fragments painting the twilight a warm amber. “Please, do not cry,” he begins. “You will find me in your arms anon.”

Your response is breathless, a testament to how difficult it is for you to subdue the pain in your heart. “Must you go? Can you not stay by my side?

Hyunwoo lets out a sad chuckle. Half of his body has deliquesced, and the rest is rapidly following suit. "Querido, you know that I cannot. Staying here longer than I have been granted would mean the demise of you, cor meum. That, I could never allow.”

You cannot bring yourself to say anything more, resigning to silently accepting the kiss he seals to your lips before the last of his being is lost to the universe. A few amber-coloured florets linger. 

iwonhoyou: Naps 💛

DU DU DU / JAEJUN

gentle sobbing

23:23 — sjy.

it was getting late at night and you were busily editing a birthday wishlist in your laptop when you suddenly got interrupted by a notification box saying that someone is calling you.

your best friend, jake, has been bombarding you with messages and missed calls, making you worry because it seems like it is an emergency so you immediately answered the call and didn’t waste time to scroll up.

“jake? what’s the matter?” you asked worriedly.

“i don’t really understand this life,” you straightened up. “and why we’re all here,” because he said that with a monotone voice then a long pause. no response coming from you who were shocked by what he’s saying.

“are you okay?”

you heard him hmm. “all i know is that,” then followed by a long pause, again.

“what is it? do you need me there now?” you stood up, hurriedly fixing your desk. you also looked for your mini-bag and pale blue hoodie, wore it, and went straight to the door.

jake lives near your pad, about 2 blocks away, because you have always wanted to be physically there for each other especially at times like this. if you go out now and start walking, you might arrive thirty minutes before midnight, and so you did.

when you locked your door and put your keys in your mini-bag, jake suddenly called your name, “y/n.”

“i’ll be there in a few. can you please wait for me?” you plead.

“y/n, when your hand’s in mine, the questions disappear.”

and that’s when it hit you. you turned around, squinting your eyes and looked straight at the man standing behind your apartment’s gate. it’s jake and he’s waving at you while his other hand is holding his phone.

“are you tripping?”

“i saw you tweet gnash’s feel better,” you saw him shrug his shoulders as if it’s obvious. “and decided to tell the lyrics to you because that’s how i feel when i’m with you.”

a long pause.

“you make me feel better, y/n.”

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