Shine A Light
Shine A Light
Jiyong/Youngbae
General, Fluff
It was my birthday on monday, and if I want GDYB, well then damn. I'm going to write myself some GDYB. (LOL, I was actually going to write this monday night, but then the power went out .___. yeah, I spent my birthday night with no electricity. yay me.)
Sometimes Youngbae thinks that Jiyong isn't human. Because honestly, no human could possibly have so much perfection welled up inside them, and still be so perfectly imperfect. Of course, Youngbae is obviously biased towards Jiyong, but he knows for a fact that he could most likely find at least ten other people who agree with him.
But, as Youngbae knows quite well by now, even people such as Jiyong - people who are perfectly flawed, and imperfectly flawless - need help sometimes, need a booster for their delicate egos. They need gentle prodding in the right direction to pick themselves up when they fall apart, and they need to be taped back together in all the right places.
And that's why Youngbae is sitting cross-legged on his bed, cutting thin, little strips of paper. He cuts papers of all different colors and shades; white, red, blue, purple, pink, green, yellow. Any paper he can find, he cuts. And after he's cut enough strips, he sets them carefully to one side as he reaches for a set of pens, all different colors. Some are sparkly, some aren't, some are fat, some are think. He likes a variety.
And then he takes the first strip of paper, a blue one, and an orange pen, and writes a short sentence on the strip of paper. He then places it next to the original pile of paper, and starts the process over again. Paper, pen, write, place. Paper, pen, write, place.
I want a lifetime with you.
I'm a better person because of you.
Together, forever.
I'm yours.
Me and you, always.
You are my life.
I adore you.
You are my reason for living.
You are my strength.
I dream of you, every night.
You are the only one in my life, like an undying star.
After about thirty minutes, he's written on every piece of paper. Three hundred and sixty-five sentences on three hundred and sixty five different strips of paper. Three hundred and sixty-five different ways of saying "I love you."
Youngbae smiles as he picks up a glass jar, and gently places each strip of paper inside, filling the jar with color and sparkles and glitter and love. He puts a lid on the jar, and then a tag, and writes one last thing.
To Jiyong; my best friend, my love.
I love you, and I want you to always remember that.