Dongmin had never appreciated the words that his mother would whisper to him in the aftermath of someone complimenting his fair face or his excellent grades or his skill with the piano or violin or flute or guitar. She’d been trying to warn him of this very moment. Every time she’d said, Hey, ugly, there’s someone out there better than you, he’d flinched, pricked as if by thorns, because she was his mother. She was supposed to love him and adore him, wasn’t she?
She was beautiful, intelligent, talented. Everyone always talked about how he got his height and his build from his father but his looks and his skills from his mother.
And then Dongmin found himself sitting in a glass box, surrounded by roses and lights, while people looked on and cooed over him, his perfect face, his flawless skin, his doe eyes, and he realized what his mother had been trying to save him from.
People wanted to look and touch and take and keep -- but not care. He was just an ornament to be sat upon a shelf, gathering dust.
He was just a piece of art to be placed into a glass box (”https://i.pinimg.com/originals/00/c5/04/00c50448e5d3474da872de945a970874.jpg”) and looked upon.
And then one day Minhyuk came along, and he reached through the walls of the glass box, parting glass like he was plucking strings (”https://kpopreviewed.files.wordpress.com/2019/11/astro_blueflame-1.jpg”), and in between the beats of the music, he pulled Dongmin free.
“Where are we going?” Dongmin asked, holding Minhyuk’s hand as they ran and ran and ran.
Minhyuk smiled, soft as falling moonbeams. “Somewhere you can see the sky.”
When they finally made it outside, Dongmin had no idea where they were, having been so long trapped in the manor and the academy corridors and concert halls and libraries and finally that glass prison.
But there was swaying grass and a few scattered trees and overhead the moon glowing silver in the night sky.
“What now?” Dongmin asked.
Minhyuk said, “Whatever you want, till the sun comes up.”
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Fill: Astro, Dongmin + Minhyuk
Date: 2021-12-03 09:00 pm (UTC)Dongmin had never appreciated the words that his mother would whisper to him in the aftermath of someone complimenting his fair face or his excellent grades or his skill with the piano or violin or flute or guitar. She’d been trying to warn him of this very moment. Every time she’d said, Hey, ugly, there’s someone out there better than you, he’d flinched, pricked as if by thorns, because she was his mother. She was supposed to love him and adore him, wasn’t she?
She was beautiful, intelligent, talented. Everyone always talked about how he got his height and his build from his father but his looks and his skills from his mother.
And then Dongmin found himself sitting in a glass box, surrounded by roses and lights, while people looked on and cooed over him, his perfect face, his flawless skin, his doe eyes, and he realized what his mother had been trying to save him from.
People wanted to look and touch and take and keep -- but not care. He was just an ornament to be sat upon a shelf, gathering dust.
He was just a piece of art to be placed into a glass box (”https://i.pinimg.com/originals/00/c5/04/00c50448e5d3474da872de945a970874.jpg”) and looked upon.
And then one day Minhyuk came along, and he reached through the walls of the glass box, parting glass like he was plucking strings (”https://kpopreviewed.files.wordpress.com/2019/11/astro_blueflame-1.jpg”), and in between the beats of the music, he pulled Dongmin free.
“Where are we going?” Dongmin asked, holding Minhyuk’s hand as they ran and ran and ran.
Minhyuk smiled, soft as falling moonbeams. “Somewhere you can see the sky.”
When they finally made it outside, Dongmin had no idea where they were, having been so long trapped in the manor and the academy corridors and concert halls and libraries and finally that glass prison.
But there was swaying grass and a few scattered trees and overhead the moon glowing silver in the night sky.
“What now?” Dongmin asked.
Minhyuk said, “Whatever you want, till the sun comes up.”
“And then?”
“And then you wake up.”