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Catharsis - Chapter Two

-> Group: The Boyz

-> Type: Short Series

-> Member(s) of Interest: Sunwoo

-> Word Count: ~2.9k

-> Genre: angst, fluff, apocalypse au

-> Warnings: alien apocalypse, guns/weapons, blood, violence, death, cursing, female MC

-> Playlist: Hold You in My Arms by Ray LaMontagne; All Right Now by Angel Olsen; Saccharine by Atta Boy; Love & Hate by Michael Kiwanuka

-> a/n: Hey guys! Here's chapter two! Again, I want to emphasize that my goal with this series is to portray a kind of love which transcends any kind of labels we’ve assigned to love (romantic, platonic, familial, etc.). It may seem a bit hard-and-fast, but I think that is a reflection of the world around these characters. When you don’t know if you will live to see another day, when you are surrounded by death and tragedy, you live and you love without regrets, or at least you try your damnedest to.

Catharsis.

And then, fortunately, my eyes opened. Now, this wasn’t fortunate because I was alive, but rather because of the way I was alive. The fire that had separated Sunwoo and I the night before had died, but the coals were still glowing, so that they could easily be re-ignited. Just beyond the pit lay Sunwoo, still sleeping. One of his shoes had been thrown six feet away in the middle of the night, and his left arm was almost completely smothering his face.

Before I had time to laugh at him, a voice interrupted me.

“Oh, Ari! I’m assuming Sunny filled you in last night.” I whipped my head in the direction of the voice, to find the same man who had yelled at us the night before. Jacob, right? When not puffy-faced and half-asleep, he was much better-looking. He wasn’t smiling, but his eyes popped out and his cheekbones were raised nonetheless, in a way that reminded me of my mother's face in her youth. Next to Jacob was another man, who I could immediately tell was the leader of whatever this place was. His nose high on his face and his brow heavy, he was reminiscent of a Renaissance sculpture, elegantly beautiful, yet intimidatingly powerful. He was also impressively clean; everything from his ears to his nail beds were devoid of even a single smudge of dirt.

“Oh. Uh, yeah. I think so,” I said, sitting up and wrapping the blanket around myself, suddenly self-conscious of my dirty T-shirt and basketball shorts.

“Good. Sangyeon and I are gonna go collect more firewood. There’s berries and nuts in those if you get hungry.” Jacob pointed to a collection of miscellaneous containers by the centermost tent. Wooden crates, mason jars, old metal lunch boxes decorated with superheroes and princesses, even a piggy bank. Resourceful. Smart, I thought to myself. I turned back to the two men, to find that Jacob had already started walking away. Sangyeon still stood before me and assessed me for a few seconds, slightly nodding his head and furrowing his brow.

“We’ll be back,” he said before slinging a backpack over one shoulder and following Jacob out of the camp. I didn’t blame him. If I was running a camp and one of my members suddenly showed up with a random girl, I would be suspicious, too.

As the day got brighter, more of the members woke up and came to greet me, and I got to know more about who these people were and how this place worked. There was Kevin, who came out of the same tent as Jacob, and who was a self-proclaimed genius chef, but judging by the defined musculature on his small figure, he was useful for more than his culinary skills. In the next tent there was Changmin and Chanhee, who seemed to be attached at the hip; they were both lean, perfect for long-distance running. The next tent housed Eric and Haknyeon, who were both robust and muscular, obvious fighters. The last tent was home to Juyeon, Younghoon, and Hyunjae, who entered last and were all visibly athletic, with their long and sturdy physiques. I had finally figured it out. This place was a powerhouse. No Echo would be a match for these boys.

“Always tardy, huh, sleepyheads?” Changmin jested towards the last three to join our circle around the dead fire.

“SHHH!” Eric suddenly play-whispered, “You’ll wake the baby.” He pointed towards Sunwoo’s still-sleeping figure.

“Eric, you’re literally younger than him,” Kevin laughed while trying to catch berries in his mouth, and failing. Hilariously.

“By like eight months!�� Eric shouted, a slight pout donning his face.

“That’s pretty significant, if you ask me.” We all looked down at Sunwoo, whose arm was still covering his eyes, but whose mouth was visibly quivering to maintain a laugh. He peeked out beneath his arm to see what Eric’s response would be, but Haknyeon was already holding Eric back.

“Okay, babies. Let’s calm down. Jacob and Sangyeon will be back soon and I’m sure they’ll have food.” Juyeon hushed-- his voice had a way of calming the boys down that could only have been achieved through years of trust and reliability. His voice and the mention of food seemed to lull the pretend conflict, and pretty soon, side conversations enveloped the entire group. I sat and watched Sunwoo. He was chatting with Kevin who was right next to him, and he was laughing at something, his head thrown back. I found myself smiling. Two smiles in 24 hours. That’s gotta be a record.

Sunwoo’s eyes met mine and I felt my heart leap. He excused himself from his conversation and walked over to sit next to me, placing his hand on top of mine. Again, I noted just how soft his hands were. And warm too, compared to the frigid morning air. As if feeling his warmth made me colder, a shiver traveled down my spine.

“Cold?” Sunwoo asked. I nodded in reply. “Let me in there, then,” he said, pointing at my blanket. I opened it and he stuck himself into my arms, grabbing them to close on top of him. He was warm. Physically, but he also warmed me from the inside, like drinking a cup of hot cocoa after playing in the snow, or getting a hug from your mom after your first piano recital. He felt like home.

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When Jacob and Sangyeon came back, they were dragging a deer behind them, backpacks chock full of firewood. The boys all scrambled up excitedly; I could only make out random interjections and complaints about hunger from the younger ones.

“You’ll finally get to see me in action, Ari,” Kevin quipped, gathering random tools and ingredients to cook the deer with.

Sangyeon walked up to Sunwoo and I, placing his bag by his feet and looking me up and down, just like he had before he left. Still suspicious of me, I guess. He turned his eyes to the boy next to me, looking him up and down as well, and started, “Go get some water from the stream, will you?”

“Sangyeon, come on! It’s been three weeks already, surely I can do something else?”

“Sunny, I’m sorry, but your legs obviously just not healed yet.”

Sunwoo looked as though he was going to protest again, but Jacob cut in before he could: “Doctor’s orders, bud. I’ll take a look at it again later today.”

Shoulders slumped, Sunwoo dramatically sighed and grabbed my hand, dragging me along with him.

“I’ve been on water duty for three weeks, now. I mean, I understand. They care about me; they want me to be safe, and the path to the stream is clear and short-- almost impossible to get hurt. But like, come on. Three weeks of getting water. I’m sick of this damn path!” He joked, swatting a vine out of his way.

“What happened to your leg, anyway?” I asked. “If you don’t mind sharing,” I quickly added, suddenly afraid that it was too personal.

Sunwoo stopped in his tracks, looking at the ground. I could see the wheels turning in his head, as if he was trying to figure out how much of himself to reveal to me. He sighed and let go of my hand, turning to face me. His eyebrows were furrowed as he looked at me, the morning sunlight shining only on the right half of his face.

“It was about two months ago. A few of us were out looking for clothes and other essentials. We figured we’d go about ten miles east and get to the city that used to be there, hit all of the convenience stores and shopping malls. But we strayed too far from camp, and we got lost on our way back. By sundown we were in the middle of the woods with no shelter, no food, nothing.

“We were ambushed in the middle of the night. Those bastards were wearing our own faces. We couldn’t tell who was real and who was an Echo. Hyunjae did this to me,” he said, referencing his injured ankle, “Pushed me into a big tree trunk. I forgive him, obviously. It was crazy, and he was trying to protect himself. That same night…” he trailed off.

I could tell that he was about to cry, since he was starting to choke on his words, “That same night, I-- I killed one of our guys. Didn’t know it was him until it was too late, until he was already bleeding red. I shot him. He was flailing around all crazy-like with his knife. I didn’t know if he was him or an Echo, so I shot him. I should've-- I should’ve shot his foot, or his hand, to see his blood. But I didn’t. I got him right underneath the heart. Missed it by a hair. So I held him as he went. For thirteen minutes, I held him. I looked him in the eyes as the life left ‘em and I held his hands as they went limp. That poor fucking bastard, I’m so sorry to him.”

Sunwoo was crying. It was a cry I had never seen or heard from a human before. It was absolutely, heart-wrenchingly tragic, and the only thing I could do for him was hold him. I didn’t tell him that it wasn’t his fault, because he knew that already. I didn’t tell him that he was still a good person, because he knew that already. I didn’t tell him that I loved him, because he knew that, too.

I didn’t tell him that his member was in a better place, because we both knew it wasn’t true.

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When we got to the stream, we were holding hands again. Sunwoo was still wiping tears off of his face with his free hand, but he was smiling again.

“Whaddya say, Ari? Care for a little dip before we head back?” Sunwoo teased, rocking his shoulders as if to say I’m joking, but if you’re down, then I’m really fucking down.

“Fine, kid,” I chortled, “but only because that water looks deliciously crisp right now.”

I turned away to place all of the water buckets on the ground, and when I turned back, Sunwoo was standing a yard or two away, facing the water. He reached down and took his shirt off in a swift and seamless motion, one which seemed to me only men were capable of performing. The sunlight kissed his skin, illuminating its smooth and tanned surface. The shadows of his shoulder blades danced across his back as he attempted to balance on a stepping stone. The gentle slope of his neck blended seamlessly into the crease of his spine which traveled all the way down his back, like a book that I never wanted to stop reading. His arms, outstretched in a balancing act, were lean, yet capable and sturdy shooting arms, slightly different in size as a reflection of his right-handedness.

He turned around to look at me, a wide smile on his face. His eyes were still bloodshot and puffy from crying, and his face still splotchy, but his smile-- his smile was brighter than the light of any sun. I didn’t think I had ever seen anyone or anything so beautiful in my life. I smiled back at him, and I felt my own eyes start to well up with tears.

“Come on, Ari! This stream isn’t gonna skinny-dip itself!” Forgiving his slightly awkward--yet adorable--phrasing, I accepted his challenge, jumping in with him.

As our heads both emerged, we held hands under the water, my thumb rubbing the soft skin of his. He leaned in and placed a kiss on the top of my ear, before settling his face into the crook of my neck. And then, again, we felt like nothing more than an extension of the earth below our feet and the sky above our heads.

Catharsis.

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Sunwoo and I arrived back at camp and we were met with ten horrified faces. To be fair, we looked an absolute mess. Our clothes were sopping wet, hanging off of our bodies like rags. As our feet had been too wet to put our shoes back on, we walked back barefoot, as evidenced by the dirt, mud, and scratches littering our ankles and calves. Our hair, like something out of a horror movie, dangling in front of our faces in stringy and curly sections.

“Sunny! What the heck, dude?” Jacob cried, staring in shock at Sunwoo’s now dirty and tattered bandage on his ankle. Sunwoo half-smiled, scratching the back of his neck.

“Sorry, Cobie. You should’ve seen the stream today! It was so beautiful; we just had to swim in it!” He replied, a slight pout on his lips.

Chanhee was sitting at the fire a few feet away, a sly smile engulfing his face. “Oh sure,” he teased, “Swimming. I bet that’s all you two were doing.” He puckered his lips and wrapped his arms around himself, a type of mockery I hadn’t seen since high school. I couldn’t help but giggle at him, even if he was jumping to conclusions, and incorrect ones, at that.

Sunwoo and I hadn’t kissed. We didn’t need to, and maybe we never would. We only needed to hold each other. And frankly, that’s all I wanted to do for the rest of my days.

As Jacob unwrapped the bandage from Sunwoo’s ankle, his smile faltered for a second before he replaced it. I knew that look. I grabbed his wrist to stop him.

“What is it?” Jacob looked at me, contemplating, then turned to Sunwoo and sighed. He resumed his faux angry persona from earlier, resembling a loving parent.

“This is why I told you to be careful, Sunny! The wound must have reopened at some point, and you got it dirty when you were out there. It should be fine if we wash it and dress it with herbs, but you’re gonna have to stay off of it for longer-- and no more playing in dirt, for Christ’s sake, Sunny.” Sunwoo looked like a child getting scolded for tracking dirt into the house, but I could see the twinkle of mischief still ever-bright in his innocent eyes.

Sangyeon walked over to us, still as reserved and stoic as ever. He looked me over as he always did, eyes filled with suspicion and piqued interest. He turned to Jacob, who I had figured out was something of a second-in-command.

“We’ve received word of a pack about a mile west. We should head out now, while it’s still bright out,” he turned to look at Sunwoo, still talking to Jacob“This is sort of an all-hands-on-deck situation. Is he okay to shoot?”

Sunwoo replied for Jacob by standing up, still young and eager to prove himself, “I’m fine, I promise! I’m not in pain, and my ankle won’t affect my shooting if I’m sniping. Sir.” Sangyeon looked Sunwoo up and down, slightly nodding his head, then reached out to pat him on the shoulder.

“Don’t get hurt again, buddy. We can’t lose anyone else.” That was the first time I had seen Sangyeon let his guard down, and I even saw a tear slip out of the corner of his left eye. Sunwoo bit his lip in an attempt to suppress the tears he had already let go that morning. Sangyeon was quick to wipe it and resume his cold air, though, and he turned to look at me, unsure of what to do with me.

“What do you mean you received word? And why are you seeking out Echoes? Shouldn’t we be, like, hiding from them?” I asked.

Sangyeon stared at me again. “I hear you’re good with a knife.”

“Not good. Excellent.”

He nodded and walked off, leaving my questions unanswered, to which I looked at Sunwoo in disbelief.

A slight smile spread across Sunwoo’s face and he started walking towards one of the smaller tents, expecting me to follow him. When I walked in, I saw more radios than I had ever seen in my life. Old ones that couldn’t have been less than 60 years old, the ones that were built into flashlights, walkie talkies, even old car radios.

“Kid, what the hell is this?” I asked, dumbfounded.

“This, Ari, is anything that can send or receive signals through the next hundred miles. Over the year and a half we’ve been here, we’ve found all of them.”

“B--But why?”

“So we can get them before they get us. There are lots of us out there, we send word to each other if we see or hear of Echoes that we can’t get ourselves.”

The wheels in my head were turning so quickly, and I still couldn’t understand it.

“So-- So you guys actually… hunt Echoes? You don’t just run from them?”

“That’s right. And we’re gonna keep hunting them. Until every one of those bastards is six feet under.”

It all finally made sense. How organized and resourceful they all were. How skilled they all were at fighting. The hierarchy and positions they all assumed, with Sangyeon at the top. This wasn’t a camp.

It was a machine. An Echo-hunting machine.

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Catharsis - Chapter One

-> Group: The Boyz

-> Type: Short Series

-> Member(s) of Interest: Sunwoo

-> Word Count: 1.2k

-> Genre: angst, fluff, apocalypse au

-> Warnings: alien apocalypse, guns, knives, violence, blood, female MC

-> Playlist: Na Na Na by My Chemical Romance; ICU by Phoebe Bridgers

-> a/n: Hey guys! This was originally going to be a one shot, but I wanted to expand it a little bit past my original idea, so it’s going to be a three or four part series. This story is really about the MC and Sunwoo falling in love with each other, but I purposely tried to be ambiguous about what kind of love it is. It’s not necessarily romantic, not necessarily platonic, not necessarily familial. They just love each other with their entire beings, so much so that it’s undefinable.

Waking up was always my favorite time of the day. It was better than sleep; sleep was infested by nightmares. It was certainly better than being awake, having to deal with what caused those nightmares. Waking up was far better than either of those. It was amazing. No-- it was cathartic. For a few seconds, everything else washed away. No Echoes, no people, no thoughts, and, really, no me.

Maybe that was why I liked those few seconds so much. I didn’t know who I was-- not really. For that small moment, I was nothing but an extension of the dirt below my back and the sky above my nose. For that small moment, I was not me. And that. That was catharsis. I think that was the reason I fought every day. To get those few seconds again.

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Catharsis.

And then, unfortunately, my eyes opened. Now, this was not unfortunate because I was alive, but rather because of the way I was alive.

You see, once my eyes opened, they were met with the barrel of an AR-15. At the end of the gun was a young man, handkerchief covering the lower half of his face, but still visibly nervous. His thick eyebrows quivered and furrowed above his doe-like eyes, in the fashion of a boy trying to be a man too early. The cold metal of the muzzle softly brushed against my forehead as he shifted his weight to his left foot.

“Who are you? What are you doing here?” His voice was surprisingly firm.

“Listen, I’m just crashing here for the night. If you’d kindly put the gun away, I’ll be on my way. I’m not trying to cause trouble.” He continued shifting his weight back and forth between legs, obviously favoring the left one. I could see a peek of white gauze under his right pant leg.

Right leg injured, I made a mental note to myself, crafting an escape plan, just in case.

“Look,” I started hesitantly, “I’m not an Echo. I can prove it. Echoes bleed black, right? Let me just get my knife and I’ll show you,” I started to reach for my knife in my pocket when suddenly the muzzle of the gun came rushing towards me and then--

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A dream. I had this dream often. I was chasing an Echo. I couldn’t see it, but I knew I was chasing it. After what felt like hours of running, I finally got close enough to shoot it. I pulled the trigger, and about ten yards away, a body crumbled to the forest floor. I jogged up to it and found it lying face down in a puddle of black blood. I turned the body over and saw my own face staring up at me. The Echo masquerading as myself was struggling to breath, holding on to life with a fervor like my own.

I had to remind myself, this is what Echoes do. They mimic people’s appearances; they wear people’s faces like we wear clothes. But this thing dying on the ground below me was no Echo. It was something far scarier.

It was just me.

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Catharsis.

And then, fortunately, my eyes opened. You see, I was no longer face to face with an assault rifle, which for me, was enough. Instead, I was looking at the sky. The night sky. Huh. It was morning before I-

“You’re awake!” A voice exclaimed from beside me, to which I whipped out my knife. The voice belonged to the same boy from before, no longer donning his handkerchief.

“Who are you? What am I doing here?” I screamed at him, realizing in retrospect that I shot him the same questions he had asked me earlier.

“WOAH! Listen! Listen!” The boy backed up, eyes widening. “I’m sorry I knocked you out earlier! I just- I thought you were going to kill me! So, I reacted! Poorly. Sorry.”

“That’s not what I asked, kid.”

“Oh, right. Well, I’m Sunwoo. After I hit you back there, I took the liberty of cutting your arm, and you were right. No black blood. You’re human, heh.” He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly and I looked down at my arm to see a bandage wrapped around it.

“Anyways, I felt really bad about what happened, so I carried you back here and had some of the guys collect your stuff. They put it over there,” he said, pointing towards a pile of my belongings. “You can’t blame me for being cautious, right?”

“No. So, give me your arm.”

“What?”

“I just woke up in a strange place next to a strange man who attacked me and stole my things. You can’t blame me for being cautious, can you?”

Sunwoo stood still for a moment before slowly handing me his arm, eyes showing his fear. I took it, feeling his soft skin underneath my calloused fingertips. I gently ran the blade across the palm of his hand, red blood peeking through. He hissed and drew his hand away, placing it up to his mouth.

“Well, now that that’s out of the way, may I ask what you and ‘the guys’ are doing here? I mean, are y’all camping here, or what?” Looking around us, there were actual tents set up, and even a fire going. No people, though. Probably sleeping, seeing how dark it was.

“Well, yeah, we are. I was searching for food when I found you. Are you hungry? We have berries, nuts, the like. Ooh! There might even be some leftover-”

“Sunwoo! Will you please be quiet? We’re trying to sleep here!” I whipped my head around to see an obviously half-asleep man. His hair was standing in at least seven different directions, and he was having trouble keeping his eyes open.

“Sorry, Jacob!” Sunwoo whispered, or at least, he tried to whisper. It was more like shouting with extra air. I couldn’t help but giggle.

“Are you laughing at me, Ari?” He jokingly scoffed.

“Ari?” I asked, confused.

“Oh, sorry. It’s just what I’ve been calling you in my head. I didn’t want to keep calling you lady.”

“Hm. Ari. I like it.” Truth be told, I wasn’t sure if I could trust him, yet. Maybe it was best not to give him my real name. “Oh, and also. Not at you, kid. With you.”

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That night, I slept beside the fire, knife in my hand. Sunwoo slept on the other side of the fire, facing me. The light from the fire sat gracefully on his face, lightly brushing the tip of his nose, his eyelashes, his lips. I thought he was absolutely beautiful.

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A dream. I was running, like in my recurring dream, but I wasn't chasing an Echo. And I wasn’t chasing to kill. A few feet in front of me, Sunwoo was running, facing me and laughing. I realized that I was laughing, too. The flowers around us laughed and embraced us. The sun laughed and moved the clouds out of the sky. I finally caught up to Sunwoo, who took me into his arms and placed his head in the crook of my neck. And for a moment, I felt as though we were nothing but extensions of the dirt below our feet and the sky above our heads. I felt as though we were not ourselves. We were everything.

Catharsis.

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The Moon in Your Eyes

-> Group: The Boyz

-> Type: One Shot

-> Member(s) of Interest: English Line (Kevin, Jacob, Eric)

-> Word Count: 1k

-> Genre: fluff

-> Warnings: mentions of underage drinking, mentions of sex, loss of a loved one, nothing too serious though

-> Playlist: The One That Got Away by Katy Perry; 2002 by Anne-Marie; Walkin’ in Time by The Boyz

-> a/n: this idea struck me the other day and i just could absolutely not get over the idea of young dumb love with kevin. so here it is- young dumb love with kevin, briefly featuring baeric

The small moon that graced your forearm was elegant, almost unnoticeable. You had always told Eric and Jacob that you would get your first tattoos together, so when they found out about it they pouted for a few days, but got over it, eventually. Reminiscing on your youth with those young boys, you couldn’t help but smile. You were far from old now, but you would never be young like that again. You used to build fortresses in the woods with stones and branches, pretending you were conquering a fantasy kingdom. Once you got older, the castles of stone turned into broken lawn chairs that you brought from your garage, which you sat on as you broke far too many laws for your own good. 

Your life changed countless times in those woods. You shared your first kiss with Kevin at the age of 9 in those woods. You had your first sip of alcohol in those woods. You learned of your father’s death in those woods. You tried to run away from home in those woods. You fell in love with Kevin in those woods and you gave yourself to him for the first time in those woods. Those woods were where Kevin tattooed you by the light of the moon with a pen and a needle. It hurt like a bitch, too, so you made sure to return the favor to him and gave him a matching moon. 

“So you’ll never forget about me,” Kevin had said after he finished the small design on your arm. The moon was stable, which was what you loved so much about it. You knew that no matter what was happening, you could always look up at night and see the same moon. It would be the same moon you saw the night your father died, the night you lost your virginity and the night Kevin gave you the tattoo. 

Where the moon was stable and reliable, Kevin was anything but. He was a wild soul, always looking for a new adventure. You always knew one day that drive for adventure would separate him from you somehow, but you always held onto the hope that he would stay. 

It was your senior year of high school when you realized that the four of you were going to be going your separate ways. You were staying local and Eric and Jacob were going to school in L.A. and Toronto, respectively. Kevin had no plans for after high school. All he said was that he needed to get out of that small town and experience the world. The four of you gradually lost touch;after all, Kevin had been the glue that held you all together, and he had cut off all communication immediately. Something about wanting to fully immerse himself in the adventurer’s lifestyle. 

You were back in town, many years after you all left. The town felt much smaller than it did as a kid. Everything from your bedroom to the sidewalk width felt smaller, and you knew where you needed to go to make the world feel big again. To feel Kevin again. 

Your feet led you to the woods, instinctively stepping on the same stones and jumping over the same streams as they had all those years ago. You followed the path that you knew all too well and listened to the sticks crunch under your feet. As you got closer to the patch of cleared trees and the sky got darker, you started to feel Kevin again. You yearned for his passion for life, his lack of fear towards the world, his eyes. 

Oh, his eyes. They held more wisdom than any prophet, and more youth than any babe fresh from the womb. Each of them was a world in which you would endlessly get lost. When he smiled, which he did often, his eyes became crescent moons, and when he laughed, they briefly disappeared. When he kissed you, they rested behind his thin eyelids, curtains framing the stage of his life. You missed his eyes. 

You finally reached the clearing and looked up at the sky, surrounded by trees. You searched for the moon in the night sky, but it was a cloudy night and the trees had not lost their leaves yet. You couldn’t help but feel disappointed. You had come all this way in search of the moon, your moon, but it was nowhere to be found. 

“Looking for me?” You whipped your head around in surprise at the sudden voice. It was Kevin. You nearly fell to your knees. It had been years since you had last seen him, yet he hadn’t changed. He had swapped jeans and t-shirts for dress pants and a button-down, but his eyes remained the same. It was the same Kevin, your moon. As if the gods had been waiting for this moment, a cloud moved from the moon in the sky, a single beam of moonlight shining down in between you and Kevin. You stepped into the light. 

“I never forgot about you,” you stated, still in disbelief. You felt tears welling up in your eyes. Kevin took a step forward, bathing in the moonlight. 

“Neither did I.” 

Now that he was in the light, you could see that his eyes were also filling with tears. You had never once seen Kevin cry in all your years of knowing him. He reached out and gently took your face in his hands and pressed his lips against yours softly. You touched his hand with your own and felt a tear fall down your cheek, but you weren’t sure whose it was. Maybe it was both of you, joining your souls once again. As you pulled away from the kiss, you looked him in the eyes again. 

“I never stopped loving you, either,” you whispered through your tears. Kevin smiled softly and rubbed your cheek with his thumb. 

“Neither did I.”

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Masterlist

Key: Fluff- F   Angst- A    Mature- M

Seventeen

Coming Soon!

The Boyz

Kevin 

The Moon in Your Eyes - F, A

Sunwoo

Catharsis (Chapter One) - A, F