exo; to wait
kyungsoo-centric. pg-13. 100 words.
Right there - just above a speck of dirt on the glass, left of the top branch of the biggest oak, at the very tip of the little bear’s tail, right where the polar star peers down at him; right there.
Or, rather; not there at all. Not even close. More like 34 trillion kilometers behind Polaris, in some all-but-straight line that hides whatever distance doesn’t - but still. Kyungsoo pulls his duvet up over his chin in the dark; feeling the earth move beneath him, feeling them both revolve around the same axis.
One day, they will come back for him.
Right there - just above a speck of dirt on the glass, left of the top branch of the biggest oak, at the very tip of the little bear’s tail, right where the polar star peers down at him; right there.
Or, rather; not there at all. Not even close. More like 34 trillion kilometers behind Polaris, in some all-but-straight line that hides whatever distance doesn’t - but still. Kyungsoo pulls his duvet up over his chin in the dark; feeling the earth move beneath him, feeling them both revolve around the same axis.
One day, they will come back for him.