"Remember when it was just you and me?"
“Howcould I forget?” A chuckle passed through the male’s lips as he poured theshimmery liqueur into their respective champagne flutes. “You were such a clingylittle shit, you know! I would try to go out to drift with my friends in Gunmabut you’d grab onto my hand like, “Niisan, you can’t leave me alone. I’m scaredof the dark!”” He rolled his eyes playfully, “But you were never afraid of thedark. You just wanted me around as much as possible before I’d leave again,huh?” His features illuminated with a gentle smile as he brought the glass upto match his eye level, swirling the galaxy around the small glass, leaning histired body against the counter.
Everything is so surreal for him still; hisbrother managed to grab ahold of the galaxy and make it revolve in ways that hewould want it to. Minseok called himself a realist, which is why he’s working everydamn minute of the day to get what he wants. Even right now while they were in his small apartment, trying to finally relax and drink all their worries away, he was on his laptop working on the visuals for his next show. He was the sun of his own galaxynow whereas Minho still felt as if he was the moon and that his own sun was now out of reach. Everyone would look at him inawe and see his beauty every once in a while but once morning would come, memoriesof him would soon be forgotten.