{ like a flower } ; kiseung
[drabble] like a flower; kiseung; g; angst; wc: ~423
sohye_x3ctmh
The most beautiful flower would always be blooming for itself.
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"You can't hold me back forever, Gikwang."
"Can't we at least try?"
Hyunseung covers his face with his palm, sighing in somewhere distant yet close to Gikwang's heart, all in one.
Gikwang could no longer deny what he really felt for the older male, his pretty features, his sexy dance moves and his shy personality was really driving him crazy, making him want to literally drive him up a wall and ask him what's wrong with you, why are you causing such a hurricane in my heart, yet he couldn't- well of course he couldn't.
Everyone knew Hyunseung was like a flower- graceful, beautiful, but fragile inside.
He's strong on the outside, he shows almost no weakness when facing other people, yet he's easily crumpled like waste paper.
"No, we can't."
And that voice. It certainly made Gikwang wonder more about the world- why such a perfect being was created to torture him like that, to make him feel intimidated yet challenged the same time, but he pushes all these aside, to answer him.
"Why?"
Hyunseung snaps- he turns his gaze to look at Gikwang, eyes filled with every emotion aside from love or happiness.
He blinks, because he needs a reason, and because it was obvious.
"You call me a flower. Flowers and trees alike; they compete for sunlight. Nutrition. Water. You see a garden of flowers out there, a meadow of trees there, they look breathtaking all together; yet they only survive for themselves. They take each others' necessity for their own survival."
Gikwang only stays silent and looks at the other male that was spurting nonsensical analogies.
He didn't make any noise; he was dumbfounded.
Understatement.
Hyunseung met his gaze again and Gikwang flinches at the darkness in those soulless eyes.
"In the end, Gikwang-" He steps toward the mirror in the spacious studio, "- the most beautiful flower would be the one taking everyone's possessions for it's own benefits, the most breathtaking flower would be the one growing and blooming for itself."
Hyunseung then turns and gave Gikwang a dark smile that didn't hold any promise.
"So let me take everything from you and bloom without a care for you. Like a flower."
Gikwang nods.
"Ah, a pity I'm not a flower." Hyunseung then grins, exposing his sharp fangs, and Gikwang gasps in shock.
"And I don't need nutrients, I only need your blood." His long fingers touched Gikwang's bare neck slowly, and continues.
"So Kiki, are you willing to throw everything away- for me to bloom?"
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a/n: what the hell is this of an ending.
first proper kiseung fic, do comment~
sorry for the elementary science concept implemented lmao
sohye_x3ctmh
The most beautiful flower would always be blooming for itself.
----
"You can't hold me back forever, Gikwang."
"Can't we at least try?"
Hyunseung covers his face with his palm, sighing in somewhere distant yet close to Gikwang's heart, all in one.
Gikwang could no longer deny what he really felt for the older male, his pretty features, his sexy dance moves and his shy personality was really driving him crazy, making him want to literally drive him up a wall and ask him what's wrong with you, why are you causing such a hurricane in my heart, yet he couldn't- well of course he couldn't.
Everyone knew Hyunseung was like a flower- graceful, beautiful, but fragile inside.
He's strong on the outside, he shows almost no weakness when facing other people, yet he's easily crumpled like waste paper.
"No, we can't."
And that voice. It certainly made Gikwang wonder more about the world- why such a perfect being was created to torture him like that, to make him feel intimidated yet challenged the same time, but he pushes all these aside, to answer him.
"Why?"
Hyunseung snaps- he turns his gaze to look at Gikwang, eyes filled with every emotion aside from love or happiness.
He blinks, because he needs a reason, and because it was obvious.
"You call me a flower. Flowers and trees alike; they compete for sunlight. Nutrition. Water. You see a garden of flowers out there, a meadow of trees there, they look breathtaking all together; yet they only survive for themselves. They take each others' necessity for their own survival."
Gikwang only stays silent and looks at the other male that was spurting nonsensical analogies.
He didn't make any noise; he was dumbfounded.
Understatement.
Hyunseung met his gaze again and Gikwang flinches at the darkness in those soulless eyes.
"In the end, Gikwang-" He steps toward the mirror in the spacious studio, "- the most beautiful flower would be the one taking everyone's possessions for it's own benefits, the most breathtaking flower would be the one growing and blooming for itself."
Hyunseung then turns and gave Gikwang a dark smile that didn't hold any promise.
"So let me take everything from you and bloom without a care for you. Like a flower."
Gikwang nods.
"Ah, a pity I'm not a flower." Hyunseung then grins, exposing his sharp fangs, and Gikwang gasps in shock.
"And I don't need nutrients, I only need your blood." His long fingers touched Gikwang's bare neck slowly, and continues.
"So Kiki, are you willing to throw everything away- for me to bloom?"
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a/n: what the hell is this of an ending.
first proper kiseung fic, do comment~
sorry for the elementary science concept implemented lmao