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[March 8][Goong] The Sun and The Void
Title: The Sun and The Void
Day/Theme: March 8th/I say no world can hold a you
Series: Goong (Drama)
Character: Shin (mention of Chaegyung and Hyorin too!)
Warnings: takes place during episode 14
Day/Theme: March 8th/I say no world can hold a you
Series: Goong (Drama)
Character: Shin (mention of Chaegyung and Hyorin too!)
Warnings: takes place during episode 14
A black hole exists only where a bright star once was, the astronomers say.
When he found the photographs on her desk, the cold realization seeped into him that she wasn’t going to come back this time. He found himself regretting the things he hadn’t told her that night. “I like Hyorin because she is like me,” he had said, “restricted”. He should have said more. “I like Hyorin… but you make me feel alive.” Maybe she would think twice before leaving if she knew…knew what exactly? Even now, even if he did see her again he would never be able to say the things that could make her understand.
His whole life he had felt like he were trapped inside a dark box, never to escape. Hyorin had appeared to him like the moon, shedding a cold light on everything around him. She was beautiful but isolated, and she glowed with a sadness that echoed his own. The only relief he found in her was that he was not alone.
If Hyorin was the moon, then Chaegyung was the sun. She arrived with a brightness that had made him wince and brought with her a warmth he couldn’t help but feel no matter how hard he tried to push her away. His senses had been frozen and she melted them slowly with her pure-hearted tears and uncertain smiles. Suddenly, he could see how beautiful the things in his life were.
She was the sun who had coaxed off his overcoat with her gentle rays, and he wanted to hate her for taking away his only defense from the cold. No, he wanted to hate her for making him forget that the cold ever existed, for making him think he had a right to anything outside of his little box. But the only feelings in his heart now were the emptiness she had left in that spot he hadn’t even known she’d made in his heart, and worry for her safety, out there by herself, easy prey to anyone looking for a ransom. So he searched for her, looking blindly through the night that surrounded him now without her. His life had become darker than it had ever been before her, the moon so pitiful it was barely worth acknowledging, and he himself even beyond that.
When he found the photographs on her desk, the cold realization seeped into him that she wasn’t going to come back this time. He found himself regretting the things he hadn’t told her that night. “I like Hyorin because she is like me,” he had said, “restricted”. He should have said more. “I like Hyorin… but you make me feel alive.” Maybe she would think twice before leaving if she knew…knew what exactly? Even now, even if he did see her again he would never be able to say the things that could make her understand.
His whole life he had felt like he were trapped inside a dark box, never to escape. Hyorin had appeared to him like the moon, shedding a cold light on everything around him. She was beautiful but isolated, and she glowed with a sadness that echoed his own. The only relief he found in her was that he was not alone.
If Hyorin was the moon, then Chaegyung was the sun. She arrived with a brightness that had made him wince and brought with her a warmth he couldn’t help but feel no matter how hard he tried to push her away. His senses had been frozen and she melted them slowly with her pure-hearted tears and uncertain smiles. Suddenly, he could see how beautiful the things in his life were.
She was the sun who had coaxed off his overcoat with her gentle rays, and he wanted to hate her for taking away his only defense from the cold. No, he wanted to hate her for making him forget that the cold ever existed, for making him think he had a right to anything outside of his little box. But the only feelings in his heart now were the emptiness she had left in that spot he hadn’t even known she’d made in his heart, and worry for her safety, out there by herself, easy prey to anyone looking for a ransom. So he searched for her, looking blindly through the night that surrounded him now without her. His life had become darker than it had ever been before her, the moon so pitiful it was barely worth acknowledging, and he himself even beyond that.