you're never letting go...
100 Bed-Time Fics.7th Fragment
TITLE:you're never letting go...
PAIRING:Eunhae
GENRE: fluff, abstract,romance
RATING:PG 13
LENGTH:Drabble
DISCLAIMER:I own nothing.kind of...
SUMMERY:And you utter the only word that's on your mind at the moment, "breathtaking."
A/N:Eunhyuk-centric. Not much but I had to do it.I am still sixteen, after all! =D
You stand there, eyes looking sideways at a beaming Donghae as another batch of fireworks explodes n the background and the look of childish delight on his face turns to that of boundless joy. Any on looker could tell how excited he is. Its his first time taking you somewhere but his joy doesn't allow you to look anywhere but at him.
Fireworks, when they explode, light up the sky in warm light, something that couldn't be closer to yet further from, sunshine. They are bright. They are beautiful. They hold colour’s that go beyond any verbal recognition. And beyond, anything, they are a perfect display of beauty and an ideal example of how short it lasts. Poets use the moon to describe the beauty of their loved ones. In this moment, the contrast is sharp. The moon could never compare to the fireworks in brightness. Yet its beauty is eternal. Just like to the poet believes his love's beauty to be.
"So, what do you think?" he asks, looking up at you without turning back, eyes bright, questioning. His eyes reflect the fireworks exploding in the background. The shine there, you want that to be eternal. And in his eyes, you see the beauty of countless fireworks, of the river that flows below, its water; crystal clear, of the moon shining down at you, of the stars that fill your world with crimson starlight. The depth of them, it draws you in. They are like a huge magnet, and you feel lighter then a paperclip, helplessly falling against its force.
And you utter the only word that's on your mind at the moment, "breathtaking." You say,. The next thing you know, your lips are on his. You don't know how it happens, you don’t really care. As you feel soft lips move against yours, you let your eyes fall shut without fear. You aren't afraid of loosing the beauty, his beauty, for you know it’s yours. For you know that the stars that shine today night might loose their crimson glow tomorrow. You know the moon might cease to shine with that warmth, but you’re never letting go...
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TITLE:you're never letting go...
PAIRING:Eunhae
GENRE: fluff, abstract,romance
RATING:PG 13
LENGTH:Drabble
DISCLAIMER:I own nothing.kind of...
SUMMERY:And you utter the only word that's on your mind at the moment, "breathtaking."
A/N:Eunhyuk-centric. Not much but I had to do it.I am still sixteen, after all! =D
You stand there, eyes looking sideways at a beaming Donghae as another batch of fireworks explodes n the background and the look of childish delight on his face turns to that of boundless joy. Any on looker could tell how excited he is. Its his first time taking you somewhere but his joy doesn't allow you to look anywhere but at him.
Fireworks, when they explode, light up the sky in warm light, something that couldn't be closer to yet further from, sunshine. They are bright. They are beautiful. They hold colour’s that go beyond any verbal recognition. And beyond, anything, they are a perfect display of beauty and an ideal example of how short it lasts. Poets use the moon to describe the beauty of their loved ones. In this moment, the contrast is sharp. The moon could never compare to the fireworks in brightness. Yet its beauty is eternal. Just like to the poet believes his love's beauty to be.
"So, what do you think?" he asks, looking up at you without turning back, eyes bright, questioning. His eyes reflect the fireworks exploding in the background. The shine there, you want that to be eternal. And in his eyes, you see the beauty of countless fireworks, of the river that flows below, its water; crystal clear, of the moon shining down at you, of the stars that fill your world with crimson starlight. The depth of them, it draws you in. They are like a huge magnet, and you feel lighter then a paperclip, helplessly falling against its force.
And you utter the only word that's on your mind at the moment, "breathtaking." You say,. The next thing you know, your lips are on his. You don't know how it happens, you don’t really care. As you feel soft lips move against yours, you let your eyes fall shut without fear. You aren't afraid of loosing the beauty, his beauty, for you know it’s yours. For you know that the stars that shine today night might loose their crimson glow tomorrow. You know the moon might cease to shine with that warmth, but you’re never letting go...
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