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PHONING... 𓂃 ࣪˖ sparks.
Watching the fireworks with Yeonjun, nothing is as sweet as the final comedown.
જ⁀➴♡ wc 700 : drabble ✧ fluff , comfort
It was raining on the day that you met Yeonjun. With your hair wet and tangled, with droplets of water sliding down your cheeks like crystal teardrops and the uncomfortable feeling of sopping wet clothes clinging to your body.
It was in the midst of the longest you had gone without human contact when you met him; without the soft, conceding warmth of someone else's skin. The rain felt much colder alone.
You began to crave it after a while, missing the comfort one could provide. Missing the ability to obsess over the most trivial things they shared with you.
The small things like a hand on your shoulder or breakfast with company in the morning seemed much warmer in the past of your recollected memories.
When you met Yeonjun, it had been in the middle of wondering how long it would be before you’d lose all recollection of that love.
It was in the lobby of the office’s building the two of you crossed paths, both seemingly recovering from the torrential downpour outside.
Maybe it was the position you were in at that time of your life, or maybe it was just his smile.
You realized that there was penance in yearning and the poverty that comes from pining for someone, rich only in the love that you gave away.
It was in the first time meeting him that you came to realize, sometimes the loneliest place to be is in love.
It changed the more you saw each other. Two strangers shaking from the rain somehow agreed to reunite in any weather, to experience it all together.
It was one sunny day when he took your trembling hands in his, placing a gentle kiss to your wrist as his eyes peered up at you with devotion.
“You’re safe with me.”
His touch was sweet like a memory of something long gone and you wanted to fold yourself into his arms like origami to stay with him forever, perfectly placed in his heart.
He tells you how precious you are to him and that he will spoil you with love if you allow him to.
It happened just like that.
One day you met him and for some inexplicable reason, you felt more connected to this stranger than anyone else.
No matter how you tried to find the reason, to understand the importance of your meeting, you always came up short.
Perhaps it was because Yeonjun carried an angel within him in your eyes.
Yeonjun, an angel sent to you for some higher purpose, to keep you safe during a perilous time.
To heal and gently put back together a heart that he did not break.
Regardless of the reasoning, you made the conscious decision to trust him.
Even if he came hand in hand with pain or suffering, you decided to risk it all for his smile.
Finding that the reason for his presence in your life will become clear in due time.
And as you grew to love him, you came to realize that his purpose isn't to save you but to show you how to save yourself.
And once this was fulfilled, the halo lifted but the glow in your heart remained all the same.
After the fireworks come down, the smell of gunpowder lingered and his arm pulled you into him, bodies coming together. Overwhelming your senses now with only him.
“It's so dark right now, I can't see any light around me.”
In the darkness, you felt the wind catch in your hair as your nose twitched at the cold.
The hushed whispers around you were drowned out by your favorite laugh, his lips coming down to press against your forehead gently.
“That's because the light is coming from you. You can't see it but I can.”
You had always thought that the feeling of joy Yeonjun gave you was a prelude to something wonderful— something greater than yourselves.
Like seeing a shooting star or getting a text from an old friend when you weren't expecting one, the unexpected but welcome development of love— the swift, surprising transition from nothing to everything.
A fleeting feeling that held a world of promise.
And then the light pierced through the dark as the rain stopped falling, leaving only the sparks of the fireworks behind.
And all the while, he held you whispering his confessions of love under them all.
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