@mingyu /lately, there had been a paradigm shift of his display of affection; it seems that more and more of it had been diverging away from the person he has dubbed 'he who shall not be named', for now; ironically, the only justification for his sudden coldness was that if he as so much continued his affectionate manner, it would be as if he was treading on ice, one wrong skid and the thin sheet might crack into millions of frozen fractals to then submerge him in an abyss of icy water; he was playing it 'safe' he tells himself hundreds of times after every event where they lacked skinship; he was keeping himself steady; despite that, he felt nothing more and nothing less than insecurity because regardless of how extraneous his efforts were in convincing himself that he did not need the embrace of your warmth, the truth always prevailed; that he does need it, especially when the bite of autumn has manifested a chilling sensation, only indicating the dawn of winter's white-out, it was this time he would especially need it; thus, it is every reason he's holding two pairs of ice skates, shuffling over to one of the benches in the dome and plopping down in the vacant spot next to you; he smiles unintentionally, he didn't mean to, it was something that overcomes him, a momentary jolt of unadulterated joy which had broken out; for now he allows himself to become immersed in your presence, who cares if the surface of ice cracks even the tiniest bit, at least he knows you'll be there to keep him warm.
Gyu-ah. Do you know how to tie your ice skates, or am I gonna have to them for you?
/there it was, the teasing that had been drifting away in a different plane of existence, coming back to nudge you as he sits there, having done up his laces and ready to go and flashing you an impish grin.
i'm not here to preach about my story
my hardships
my pains
my sob worthy tale
i'm here to tell what i learned from them
what i've realized through this transparent gem
that life is a diamond in the rough
not something full of fluff
we go through tough times
meet people who screw you over
have a life of metaphorical crime
but in the end we have a 4 leaf clover
and i've realized this
that i'm luckier than most
and i've been able to fish myself out of sh*t
where others could not
so i stand here with my head held high
i have no sighs
because i've seen the purpose in my life
the strained chords of a half written song
one that i try to sing with my life
my whole story poured into that one melody
with harmonies of true reality in with it
this world is hard
we all hustlin towards the light
but in our struggles
our heads kept low because of our plight
we forget the tune in our head
the song that runs through our veins
builds our bones and holds us to our left brains
these strained chords
no matter how quiet or drained
how chained they our to our insanity
i remember i am a part of true reality
and in my totality
this song is mine to sing in all my vitality
@kikwang /blinks, looking up at you with a red face
You can skate? /looks away, a bit embarrassed but takes your hand
/lifts up and holds onto your smaller frame
Thank you