it's a winter song
it's a winter song
pg (sunny/taemin)
they meet on the rooftop and don't understand
he smiles when he finds her on the roof.
he doesn't ask, noona, why are you up here when it's so cold? because he knows why.
he just lifts his feet and takes steps that press further into the chilled air, his breaths emanating frosted mist that can't seem to blur out the frigid look on her face. taemin just takes a seat next to her, as if it's the most normal thing in the world - because it isn't. but it's the most normal thing in their universe, spending their nights with fingers lingering, no intent of making love or falling in love, letting their eyes close into the bitter nights because they actually feel warm for once.
and sunny smiles back at him because both of them have forgotten how to frown, because they're really not allowed to.
"i was wondering when you would join me," her voice is hushed but he feels her hot breath against his cheek, and it isn't as fragile as he thinks. his fingers curl into porcelain fists because he wants to fight the world and shatter their hollow smiles, but he knows that their hopes only fall like the ashes of cigarettes - scattered and not really there, stomped on because they shouldn't be there.
"i'll always join you on nights like this," nights when they both feel it. when they sky looks pissed and and they want to slide away into somewhere hidden and safe, and they just have each other.
sunny and taemin with the happy smiles, the really happy smiles that need to stay on their lips because if they don't, then it's all wrong.
the really happy smiles that are hollow and empty but all at the same time still there.
they promise not to promise anymore because they're not allowed to break (because that would just be too easy, because they can't break like taeyeon or onew, because they have to remain whole.)
he lets his fingers run down the length of her scarf, twirling the end of the frills around his finger and his nose pressed against her cheek as they just breathe together - because that's all they can do. they don't say a lot because this isn't a soap opera where he suddenly professes his love for the older woman and they end up together, despite the age because he knows better than that.
because she knows better than that.
she wants to tell him that she's sad and happy and she doesn't know how that could possibly be. it's just this underlying silence that pulls on both of their heart strings when they don't say anything, but taemin is allowed to hold sunny and it makes him feel strong for once.
it's their winter song that they don't comprehend, their boundless abyss because they still believe in sunny days and love even if they're not supposed to, because they haven't given up like everyone else.
"i'm happy like this," she doesn't turn her face because their lips might just be too close, but she's happy like that.
she's happy with him and that makes her sad knowing that their moment of happiness flickers in the dark, shadowed by silhouette dreams that engulf everything, that makes them think their happiness is a lie.
but she's happy like that, happy with him, and they don't understand how it's all too bittersweet for them to feel warm in this blistering night on the roof, but they both know it's just because they're together.
"i'm happy like this too."
they don't understand, and maybe they're just not meant to.
pg (sunny/taemin)
they meet on the rooftop and don't understand
he smiles when he finds her on the roof.
he doesn't ask, noona, why are you up here when it's so cold? because he knows why.
he just lifts his feet and takes steps that press further into the chilled air, his breaths emanating frosted mist that can't seem to blur out the frigid look on her face. taemin just takes a seat next to her, as if it's the most normal thing in the world - because it isn't. but it's the most normal thing in their universe, spending their nights with fingers lingering, no intent of making love or falling in love, letting their eyes close into the bitter nights because they actually feel warm for once.
and sunny smiles back at him because both of them have forgotten how to frown, because they're really not allowed to.
"i was wondering when you would join me," her voice is hushed but he feels her hot breath against his cheek, and it isn't as fragile as he thinks. his fingers curl into porcelain fists because he wants to fight the world and shatter their hollow smiles, but he knows that their hopes only fall like the ashes of cigarettes - scattered and not really there, stomped on because they shouldn't be there.
"i'll always join you on nights like this," nights when they both feel it. when they sky looks pissed and and they want to slide away into somewhere hidden and safe, and they just have each other.
sunny and taemin with the happy smiles, the really happy smiles that need to stay on their lips because if they don't, then it's all wrong.
the really happy smiles that are hollow and empty but all at the same time still there.
they promise not to promise anymore because they're not allowed to break (because that would just be too easy, because they can't break like taeyeon or onew, because they have to remain whole.)
he lets his fingers run down the length of her scarf, twirling the end of the frills around his finger and his nose pressed against her cheek as they just breathe together - because that's all they can do. they don't say a lot because this isn't a soap opera where he suddenly professes his love for the older woman and they end up together, despite the age because he knows better than that.
because she knows better than that.
she wants to tell him that she's sad and happy and she doesn't know how that could possibly be. it's just this underlying silence that pulls on both of their heart strings when they don't say anything, but taemin is allowed to hold sunny and it makes him feel strong for once.
it's their winter song that they don't comprehend, their boundless abyss because they still believe in sunny days and love even if they're not supposed to, because they haven't given up like everyone else.
"i'm happy like this," she doesn't turn her face because their lips might just be too close, but she's happy like that.
she's happy with him and that makes her sad knowing that their moment of happiness flickers in the dark, shadowed by silhouette dreams that engulf everything, that makes them think their happiness is a lie.
but she's happy like that, happy with him, and they don't understand how it's all too bittersweet for them to feel warm in this blistering night on the roof, but they both know it's just because they're together.
"i'm happy like this too."
they don't understand, and maybe they're just not meant to.