I drew a picture of nothing and out of nothing I drew you.
I drew a picture of nothing and out of nothing I drew you.
drabble, nichkhun/wooyoung
pg, fluff, wc 400~
A/N. been workin on something but nothing feels right and this is how i channel my frustration :/ incoherent and unbetaed, oh inspired by woo's current twitter dp lulz
Will yours still be the hand that hold me after two twelve twenty years had pass?
Persistent and loyal and dependable as you are.
I hope so.
And I promise to be the warmth that sheath you and your restless thoughts as you wait for the world and all it’s worries to pass; in your private silence yet not lonely, never , you will know no loneliness. For every time the last rays of the sun touches the fleeting tips of the afternoon sky and kisses the world it's last goodbye, you know it will rise again tomorrow , warm and bright and giving.
And for you, so shall I.
Will you still be defiant stubborn unforgiving when things does not go your way?
When plans altered and meetings changed and your meticulously arranged schedule became nothing but a piece of paper of unfulfilled expectations.
When life is confusing and you're lost and the stability that you strive to keep, that sense of in-wholeness that you pursued had shattered, the core of you shaken , all the hours, the hard work, the masterpiece of your sweat and tears gone down in pieces burnt in flames and you find yourself in a sea of rejections.
I will be your anchor.
And you remain my rock. My indestructible tower of power in times of doubt when I question myself, when the weight of the world is on my shoulder and their eyes, their judging eyes stripped me bare, naked. Ashamed and vulnerable. You take it upon yourself to shield me, build me an armour of people. Of friends. Of brothers.
So when we lay close together and you tell me that you love me, tell me how you love me, but not in words. Words are rusty bland and boring. Abandoned by the breath of life that made them worthy. Murdered, by day time poets and love struck teenagers who left them meaningless. Yet you, you kept your silence in everything but the tips of your fingers, the gentle graze of your lips, the soft puffs of breath that falls upon my face, and in all they whispered your heart to me. Secrets. I shall cool your flames and you can burn me with your heat. Your heartbeat calls for mine and I surrender. Completely.
I drew a picture of nothing, my inexperienced fingers stroked tentative lines and coloured them to my heart desire. Yellow for your vibrant personality. Blue for the way you soothed me. I drew a picture of nothing and out of nothing I drew you.
" This is amazing, hyung." You turned and told me. A childlike grin across your face and I breathed,
Yes. Yes you are.