[ONESHOT] It's Art
“You’re my own goddess.”
I smile shyly at the man who can’t close his mouth.
“Seriously.” He tells me.
Walking in small, lithe steps, I draw closer to him and give a slight twirl. “How do I look?”
I can feel his eyes raking all over my body, but strangely, I don’t mind it one bit. I even emphasize my S-line a little.
As expected, a smile starts to tug at the corner of his lips. He sticks his hands in the pockets of his vest, lost for words.
I don’t know about anyone else, but I like this.
I like this a lot.
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My breath is taken away as my wife - my wife - emerges from behind the curtain.
She’s literally a shining specter of light, with her bright, silky, not-too-overbearing dress that perfectly complements her curves. Her hair is slightly wavy and let down, and it flows on her shoulder like the way good hair should.
“You’re my own goddess.” I tell her, hoping to garner a reaction.
She doesn’t disappoint and does a slight pirouette, the fluffy curls at her ankle circling her body like a work of art. A seashell, perhaps. Or the pattern on a soft-serve ice cream.
I can feel my heart stop for a quick second, and resume its steady quick beat.
It hasn’t dropped below 120 ever since this morning.
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Yonghwa looks stunning.
There, I said it.
But, you know what? He really, really, amazingly does.
His understated tuxedo, coupled with his hair down, just the way I like it, fits him to a T. Even though he’ll never be able to hide his boyish playfulness, he still carries a regal air around him whenever he dons something even slightly formal.
I love - it.
Oh, what the hell.
I love him, too.
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The way Seohyun walks in a wedding dress - damn.
How does she manage to pull it off? She carries herself like she’s literally floating on clouds. Like she’s moonwalking. Like she’s exempt from the laws of gravity themselves, and just…coasting on air.
Behind her, the white lace bridal veil is blown slightly into the air by a fog machine, and I can see her scrumptious hair trailing down the back of her head.
It’s all I can do to stop myself from walking over there myself and lowering the veil again so other people can’t see it, or better yet, cover it with my hands so I can feel the luxuriant feel of the radiant thing of beauty called her hair.
But, I settle for a drink.
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“I feel like I’m going to fly to the sky.”
I’m listening to PSY’s “It’s Art” through my headphones during a quick break while the set is prepped and the equipment is readied.
The soft orchestral piece never fails to brighten my day.
Not like it needed brightening in the first place, of course.
“This is a dance just between the two of us.”
Yonghwa sits down on my left and pulls out an earbud. “What are you listening to?”
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I’m struck by her music selection.
“You and me, us two, we clink our glasses together.”
“You and me, alone, rub our cheeks together.”
“I like this song.” I tell her.
We sit in silence, sharing earbuds, nodding in beat to the music.
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It’s a hard feeling to explain.
You know, when you suddenly *blink* and you realize that you’re so deliriously happy right now. That you wish this moment would never end, and then suddenly a deep well of warm, sticky, gooey happiness erupts from your insides to fill your entire body, and it sort of…tingles. Like you’ve been shot by a jolt of electricity.
I feel it, right now. As I’m tilting my head side to side to the music, to the delicate strains of the opening piano.
Our heads bump slightly. My hairstyle is going to get slightly ruffled, but I don’t care.
I don’t care about anything right now, other than the music and the man sitting next to me.
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Our heads momentarily touch.
Our hair entangle slightly with each other, as if they knew about us and didn’t want to let go.
“I didn’t know this day would ever come.”
It’s come right now.
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You and me, the place where we’re headed
Without anywhere special in mind, without a destination
There, we fall asleep to each other
We wake up to each other
We make each other complete
Excuse me, wait a moment, we’re still unfamiliar
But I’m going to be addicted to this toy
This feeling of a certain feeling, it works
The soon-to-melt ice cream
Right now, this is a dream for us
This is a dance just between the two of us
I feel like a wondrous piece of art
Woo-Whe-Oh Woo-Whe-Oh Woo-Whe-Oh
I feel like I’m going to fly to the sky
This is when I don’t care if I die
My heart feels like it’s going to explode, it must be art
Woo-Whe-Oh Woo-Whe-Oh Woo-Whe-Oh
It’s art (It’s art) It’s art (It’s art)
It’s art (It’s art) It’s art (It’s art)
I didn't know this day would ever come
It’s art (It’s art) It’s art (It’s art)
Woo-Whe-Oh Woo-Whe-Oh Woo-Whe-Oh
You and me, us two, we clink our glasses together
You and me, alone, rub our cheeks together
Our eyes slowly lose their focus along with you
I’m being drawn towards you, your puzzle’s being solved
Right now to this dance, to your quick breathing
In my shyness You know what I mean
Right now, this is a dream for us
This is a dance just between the two of us
I feel like a wondrous piece of art
Woo-Whe-Oh Woo-Whe-Oh Woo-Whe-Oh
I feel like I’m going to fly to the sky
This is when I don’t care if I die
My heart feels like it’s going to explode, it must be art
Woo-Whe-Oh Woo-Whe-Oh Woo-Whe-Oh
Here we’ve enjoyed the same things
Feel the same, laugh, cry
Before I met you, I was lost
The Beast before the Beauty
I changed, you were the one I was looking for, it was art
Right now, this is a dream for us
This is a dance just between the two of us
I feel like a wondrous piece of art
Woo-Whe-Oh Woo-Whe-Oh Woo-Whe-Oh
I feel like I’m going to fly to the sky
This is when I don’t care if I die
My heart feels like it’s going to explode, it must be art
Woo-Whe-Oh Woo-Whe-Oh Woo-Whe-Oh
It’s art (It’s art) It’s art (It’s art)
It’s art (It’s art) It’s art (It’s art)
I didn't know this day would ever come
It’s art (It’s art) It’s art (It’s art)
Woo-Whe-Oh Woo-Whe-Oh Woo-Whe-Oh
You and me forever
Till the day we die
P S Y