#jicheol / #coupzi drabble
Seungcheol leans back as he lets the screen load, already anticipating the hurt he’s about to feel.
His friends may brand him a masochist but he couldn’t care less. He needs to know how Jihoon is doing—needs to know if he’s thriving.
Desire is shown through the hands and yearning is worn in the eyes. The mouth is only good for two things: kisses and lies. That’s why I call you a friend even as my eyes dip to your lips, as my hands cling to your hips.
I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries
the light of those flowers, hidden, within itself,
and thanks to your love the tight aroma that arose
from the earth lives dimly in my body.
— Pablo Neruda, Sonnet XVII
It's okay if it's over I really did everything i could
Even if it ends on the next page I'm good but if you're over there
I will push the end of this story back, that's the ending that i want
It's still difficult, even if I've already said goodbye
Meeting is easy, parting is hard
But we might just get away with it
Religion's in your lips
Even if it's a false god
We'd still worship
We might just get away with it
The altar is my hips
Even if it's a false god
We'd still worship this love
“You think I’m really that special?”
You’ll probably hide your feelings and smile like always
But my heart is 100 percent surе
So there's nothing to worry about
I feel my lips dry
The lips that used to call you so much
I realized then, like a habitual saying
That I desperately looked for you as I called for you
I want to embrace you like I did then
And tell you that I want to smile