The midnight was not that dark, the bluish sky was visible through the clouds while the full moon glowed above them. The paths were empty, and the petals were blending with the mud, wildflowers blooming from afar, chilly breeze was making them shiver. Hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder they walked. No, it's not a dream.
Jungkook on the right, holding Hansung by his waist, while the prince's head was resting on his shoulder and they walked. Hansung doesn't know where, but he trusted Jungkook. The only thing he knows about their little escape was, no it wasn't to present. Though he wanted to, Hansung already learned how to turn down the desires that can't be yours, and this time, it took him just a deep breath to make him forget about that dream. He has moved on really well. Maybe in a wrong way, but still, Hansung has wrapped up all the pages of his fairy tale, very beautifully.
The only thing Jungkook wanted when he left that day from Hansung's room was to make the prince his, for eternity- or at least once more. He doesn't have any right on Hansung, he never will. It was more than just bewilderment when his lover from the past decided to break the curse and convey his heart- his love. When Hansung said he was falling for him, the time traveler could only cry.
Cry hard on Hansung's arms, hugging him like there's no tomorrow and whispering a lot of things that were difficult to understand. He cried his heart out making Hansung taken aback by his way of expressing. Was he sad? Was he happy? Jungkook doesn't know. He was happy that he could return to the present with the truth that Hansung loves him. He was sad because he'll have to return to the present one day, leaving everything, leaving the old palace and muddy footpaths, leaving the vintage sceneries and dusty memories, leaving the royal affairs and his only lover.
He will have to leave without Hansung one day. And that one day wasn't far.
Holding Hansung tight as if not ready to let go any time soon, he led them to somewhere away from the chaos, careful to not be seen by any villagers out there. Jungkook can feel Hansung's anxiety about going out. It was probably the first time for the prince after what felt like decades. Jungkook wanted to protect the enthusiasm bubbling inside Hansung and keep him safe in his arms. He walked with that mission in his head.
As they paused, Hansung let his eyes wander and took a sharp inhale. He closed his eyes to feel the surroundings and at that right moment, he felt like a zephyr, smoothly flowing through the woods, caressing the leaves and flowers. He feels Jungkook's hands running soothing circles on his waist, anticipation-filled eyes peeking at him, waiting for his words. That's what the dilemma Hansung was going through. He doesn't have words.
They were at a cliff, down there a valley with dandelions unraveled like a flower bed, the calming scent was enough for them to forget the boundaries that were stopping them. The place looked like a painting. A masterpiece that an artist left incomplete. Yes, it was beautiful but Hansung couldn't help but wonder why his mind was screaming loneliness at that place. He thought it was a random thought, but then his eyes landed on Jungkook.
It wasn't just any place. Hansung knows. The admiration that he sighted in Jungkook's eyes was enough for him to understand that the younger took him to a spot where he ran away from the chaos. It was Jungkook's safe place. Now the loneliness he felt makes sense. The beauty of the place was another level, but just like Jungkook, it was limited. For some days. And after that, the season will change. The dandelions will fall. And Jungkook will leave.
Hansung felt his heart tugging at that painful thought. He was way past not being bothered by anything the time traveler does. Now, the little things Jungkook loves sick, Hansung wanted to protect them all. He loved all of the wrongs because Jungkook loved doing them. He broke all the rules because he wanted Jungkook to be happy. He wanted to do all the things that Jungkook loves, wanted to keep all the things that remind him of Jungkook. Hansung would smile at the thought that in that little time, his life started revolving around the man from the present. He would cry at the thought that he didn't meet Jungkook earlier. Right person, right dreams but wrong centuries.
Jungkook patted the edge of the cliff for Hansung to sit, and passing a smile, the prince took the seat, still not leaving the younger's hand. A lot of things were happening in front of them, afar, out of their reach. All they could concentrate on was the void that was soothing them, without reminding them of any worries and sorrows. It felt ecstatic to forget everything around them at least for a moment. Temporary happiness costs a lot. But those who can't have a forever, seek their leisure with the very smallest and instantaneous things.
"What do you think is the most beautiful thing about the present?"
Jungkook decided to break the quiet truce between them, glancing at the serene ocean blue eyes of his lover. He wasn't sure about what Hansung was gonna say, but. His mind has been on the edge ever since Hansung started telling him about the undesirable thoughts, his dreams that were left unfulfilled. Jungkook knows all of them. Even if it's just to be a part of Hansung's story but can't do anything to make him happy, Jungkook knows Hansung really well.
Only if he knows. Only if Hansung ever told him how much Jungkook makes him happy, and alive. It felt like another life with Jungkook, this time achieving all his desires, without any regret of anything. But Jungkook will never know and Hansung will never let it out. He loves to keep what's his to only himself- as a secret, protected from anyone's eyes.
"The thing is that the people from the present only care about themselves. They're selfish. They choose themselves, their own happiness, their own dreams more than anything. And that makes them beautiful...
For me... Those who go after their goals... They're the most beautiful thing about the present."
The prince paused to read the expression of Jungkook which was satisfying at the same time, confusing. Did he mess up? Hansung didn't ask. Instead, he voiced out something else.
"What do you think is the most beautiful thing about the past, Kookie...?"
Jungkook didn't even take a minute to answer. It was clear as day for him. In fact, that truth revolves around him, like the moon around the earth, lighting up the little world. Jungkook replied in a soft voice.
"You...
You're the most beautiful thing about the past."
A soft grin adorned Hansung's lips.
"Why are you so cheeky?"
Covering his flushed bread cheeks with his palms, Hansung replied. He couldn't help but flash a fascinating smile towards the younger. The soft giggles left from their mouth, seizing the moment and relishing wholeheartedly. It felt good. It felt right.
"Do you have a lot of friends there? How do they look?"
Hansung wasn't sure about that question. Though he tried only to make them not fall into the silence they just escaped. It's not like he doesn't know anything about the present, and their lives, but he still wanted to listen to Jungkook saying things to him, things that mean a lot to the younger, people he cares about.
"They're... Cool and all... They drink, have fun, dance and---"
"You dance?!"
The exclamation was so pure in Hansung's words, eyes twinkling like stars and face shining like the full moon above. Jungkook oh so badly wanted to kiss the pouty pink lips of the prince, so why wait? He leaned in to peck the other's lips, making Hansung both flushed and bewildered at his action. The rose gold cheeks were something that pulled Jungkook closer to the prince than they already were. The innocence made him smile like a fool in love.
"Yes. I dance really well...
Do you want to dance too?"
Eyebrows raised at the question, Hansung giggled softly and replied.
"That's not how you ask a prince to dance!"
"O-Oh... Feisty. Okay, try again.
Allow me to take your hand, my prince. Would you like to dance with me, beautiful?"
Jungkook lives for this. He lives to see Hansung blooms like a flower, blushing hard and snuggling closer to his heart. His hand left cold, while the overwhelming feeling bottled up because of Hansung looking at him, and not making a move. Then when the prince placed his hand on Jungkook's, the glowing tint spread from his neck to ear tip, the younger skipped a beat. Hansung held his hand, sharing the warmth on that cold night. Jungkook smiled ear to ear.
They stood up, moving backward a little with Hansung's one hand on Jungkook's hand, the other on his shoulder. The secure hold of Jungkook on the prince's waist was exploding butterflies in his tummy, body leaning to embrace Jungkook's scent wholly. They swayed to the hum of the night, tracing the galaxies in each other's eyes, and blushing like the crazy lovers they're. Under the blanket of stars, out of reach of everything and everyone that could haunt them, it felt like a utopian dream come true. Just Hansung and Jungkook.
Each step they took, their heart rhythmically thumped and breathings fell into a fascinating sync. The puzzle pieces finally got together. Perfect and complete. When the warmth dissipated from one to another, they felt safe in each other's hold.
"~... I fly away with you
When I'm without you, I'm crazy
Please hold my hand
We are made of each other, baby...~"
Jungkook whispered slowly, the soft lyrics leaving from his lips as he chanted the words in Hansung's ears. He lightly kissed on the earlobe of the prince, the other snuggling to Jungkook's neck. Now Hansung hugged the younger tightly while swaying his hips with Jungkook's sweet voice.
"~...You, you are my universe
And I just want to put you first...~"
The singing continued, Jungkook twirled Hansung, holding his finger, the prince spun in a circle, his robe flying in the air, and then fell into Jungkook's arms as if it's his home. It was perfect. They did the dance move, again and again, Hansung was like a ballerina, elegant and flawless. He was like a wave in Jungkook's hands, melting like the evening sun with each move the other led him to do. His eyes fluttered and opened, feeling the way of Jungkook's hand reaching every bit of his skin, his scars, and his stars, caressing them like a feather. Hansung always loses his sense when he's in the arms of Jungkook.
"I don't wanna die... "
Jungkook heard, soft and melancholic, scratching his heart and tearing him apart. That's the thing about the past Jungkook loved the most. And now hates to the moon.
You can't change what already happened.
"Han... "
"No, Jungkook... I'm insane, I know... But... I don't wanna let you go."
"Then, don't leave me..."
Jungkook whispered the familiar sting of tears felt in his eyes, as his hold tightened around Hansung's waist. His fingers were desperate to hold Hansung for infinity, and if he could, the first thing Jungkook would be doing was do whatever his lover wished. The fault in their fate was when they were perfectly born in the wrong centuries, with a curse of not being a part of each other's story.
Will Hansung remember him if Jungkook traveled back to the present, where he belongs? Will Jungkook forget Hansung and a life filled with regrets from the pages of the past once he flew away from the vintage cherry blossom?
Hansung paused breathing for a moment. He didn't know what to tell his lover, he didn't know how to console Jungkook's wounds. They shared the pure silence, suppressed dreams, and tormenting sorrows, just like that, by holding each other.
"Han... "
"Kookie... I love you..."
There was a flash of light, creaking thunder from the pit of the black sky, the gush of the woods chilling them while the earth beneath their feet trembled by the vigor of the unknown force. They did nothing other than hugging each other and whispering sweet words. All they got was that moment. Right there, right then, Hansung dreamed of a life with Jungkook if everything was a bit different. And Jungkook holds onto the memories tight, keeping every little thing about the past to himself, about his lover to himself.
"I'll love you, even if I can't have you..."
Hansung said, letting his tears roll down on his cheeks for which Jungkook replied, kissing his neck.
"I'll love you, even if there's no tomorrow for us..."
Time goes forward. So are the seasons, so is life. Some dreams are fulfilled, some leave a painful scar, while some are planted from one century to another, time to time, just to bloom back once again. Dreams never die. Love never pauses. Souls tied up, hearts euphoric, time travels, past never changes, present never stops, just like that, life goes on.
Nothing hurts more than the confession of Hankook. Anyone can relate?!
Drop your thoughts... See you soon...
~AnecdotesOfABroken