playin' in the radio. || johndo

my chest screams your name

again, english is not my first language, be gentle, please.
this ff is inspired by one of my favorite songs from my favorite album from one of my favorite singers (a clue for why im translating it), and if u can or feel interested, go listen to the album 'cor' from anavitória, i just cant help falling in love little bit more everytime i listen to it again.

(fonts like this are in korean, the rest they're speaking english)

    The stage hurted against his feet, the hard endeavor burned through his legs in a quiet warning that, at any moment, they could succumb to the fadige that filled his body. Sweat dewed over his sun-kissed skin, being quickly shuffled with the thin raindrops that teared from the dark sky.

    He had never seen this much people in front of him, like an ocean of frantic stars, flooding his chest with pure happiness, passion. He felt as if just yesterday he was counting coins to take the bus and go perform some scribbled song in a square somewhere near the center.

    Now, in the end of his repertory, facing the cold expectation of the audience, a shiver rushed down his spine, bringing back everything he had been hiding behind his heart like a tornado. He sang that song more times than he could count, but, under those doe eyes, it looked like it was written a few minutes ago.

    Even with his eyelashes weighing from the thickening drops of the torrential rain that shrouded the stadium, with millions upon millions of eyes glued on him, that pair was the only one who was able to stand out, being found so easily as if it was only him, watching Youngho play the guitar hiding in his room again.

    Those sights so well etched on his skin, he knew very well he would never be able to erase it. Remembered them glued to him very closely, admired as if they saw the hole Pacific Ocean in front of them, trapped as if in him they could find the most hidden treasure in the world, flooded with him and never tired of learning more, rapturous in a snatch of hips, wet in an overwhelming wave of pleasure, sore as ever.

    The dark orbs of hidden anxiety lit up like two small galaxies, splashed with shining reflected lights like the Milky Way. His heart corkscrewed inside his chest knowing that, probably, his did the same, reviving incessantly the scenes from the last april.

    The music stopped, his repertory had ended. The excited screams filled the night, reduced to simple whispers when muffled by the ear plugs and Johnny's feafening thoughts.

    "Today is the fourteenth day of may." Started, hearing the audience reverberate desperately, so happy by not needing a translator to understand the singer. "And I have a very important to tell everyone."

    Took a deep breath, adjusting the microphone in his hand and taking a sip of the water that rested beside his feet, feeling the refreshing liquid slide roughly through the lump in his throat. He bit his lips nervously, feeling the bad taste of the lip tint take over his senses, but it didn't matter. Nothing matter more than that moment.

    "I was very scared and, for a long time actually, I know you dreamed about this. Ended up that, as i fell in love with you, I fell in love with this idea." Said, the pronounciation running anxiously through the air, making the audience more and more quiet. Wide eyes listening to every word carefully. "I wanted to be able to shout for everyone to hear how immense is my love for you, but you know its not that simple, you met my dad. Although, I'm not gonna put all the blame in our situation, I was immature, I didn't admit to love you soon enough and I fear more that death has lost you to my cowardice, even though you said it wasn't a problem, that it was okay, you understood it. I know it's not like that."