The Waves Belong to the Sea
He hides his laughter with one hand. His gaze falters and he feels so ashamed, so embarrassed, trying to find something to support him in the reality and make him leave the known daydreams, those always on his back, the same that now threaten to engulf his existence in this exactly skipped. He steps back and raises his eyebrows just enough so his expression - before it was fearful - shows itself only reticent. Anyway, he is adorable, Kyuhyun concludes without bothering himself to hide his own emotions: he smiles openly with a kind of love and delight mixed.
But Kyuhyun knows. He knows that the Chinaman feels for him something so strong and beautiful, a feeling entirely reciprocated. Mild but intense. The youngest never could find a better metaphor to symbolize the extent of what he is going thru... ZhouMi's love is like a wave. A wave that hugs the cove and absorbs the sands surrounding the beach - it penetrates the porous surface diligently and the wave backs to the sea and now it's only a vestige of the greatness it was before. It returns faster, furious. After that, the wave joins the waters by who was created and recovers its original magnificence. A wave that remains in this cycle for all eternity.
ZhouMi's love is like a wave. Because ZhouMi let himself get involved and involved. ZhouMi arrived like a storm - a tsunami, perhaps - dragging everything with him, establishing a new order to what was old and stale. ZhouMi, sensitive and strong, peaceful and wrathful, regularity and chaos. A universe contained in a body. The body that Kyuhyun loved to take for himself.
ZhouMi and his kindness, Zhou Mi and his gentleness, ZhouMi and his good moods, Zhou Mi and his sweetness, ZhouMi and. .. ZhouMi and his Kyuhyun. His ocean carpeted by billions and billions of sand's tiny grains. ZhouMi and his Kyuhyun, who is nothing but another version of himself. Or could it be the inverse? Is ZhouMi a continuation of Kyuhyun? Does really matter who is what?
Kyuhyun ventures a step, the desire flickering in his eyes and his actions showing some eagerness he is not able to dominate. He came over, drop by drop, creative stimulus that raises waves and he stands so close to ZhouMi, their bodies are too closer and have a certain rhythm in their work, as if their hearts had combined and each beat is shared, as if their mind had been connected by some invisible thread and relentless, and his thoughts are the same. There's a cadence, a coherence between them.
There is harmony.
A sigh drops of Kyuhyun's lips. He touches it in Zhou Mi's lips.
But Kyuhyun knows. He knows that the Chinaman feels for him something so strong and beautiful, a feeling entirely reciprocated. Mild but intense. The youngest never could find a better metaphor to symbolize the extent of what he is going thru... ZhouMi's love is like a wave. A wave that hugs the cove and absorbs the sands surrounding the beach - it penetrates the porous surface diligently and the wave backs to the sea and now it's only a vestige of the greatness it was before. It returns faster, furious. After that, the wave joins the waters by who was created and recovers its original magnificence. A wave that remains in this cycle for all eternity.
ZhouMi's love is like a wave. Because ZhouMi let himself get involved and involved. ZhouMi arrived like a storm - a tsunami, perhaps - dragging everything with him, establishing a new order to what was old and stale. ZhouMi, sensitive and strong, peaceful and wrathful, regularity and chaos. A universe contained in a body. The body that Kyuhyun loved to take for himself.
ZhouMi and his kindness, Zhou Mi and his gentleness, ZhouMi and his good moods, Zhou Mi and his sweetness, ZhouMi and. .. ZhouMi and his Kyuhyun. His ocean carpeted by billions and billions of sand's tiny grains. ZhouMi and his Kyuhyun, who is nothing but another version of himself. Or could it be the inverse? Is ZhouMi a continuation of Kyuhyun? Does really matter who is what?
Kyuhyun ventures a step, the desire flickering in his eyes and his actions showing some eagerness he is not able to dominate. He came over, drop by drop, creative stimulus that raises waves and he stands so close to ZhouMi, their bodies are too closer and have a certain rhythm in their work, as if their hearts had combined and each beat is shared, as if their mind had been connected by some invisible thread and relentless, and his thoughts are the same. There's a cadence, a coherence between them.
There is harmony.
A sigh drops of Kyuhyun's lips. He touches it in Zhou Mi's lips.