starter for 'la douleur exquise' // sad, suffering boys thread. go go go
those word stock prompt things: accepting?
what happens when you meet your soul mate at the wrong time? what happens when you meet your soul mate but you aren’t theirs?
a part of him was connected to hers, a part that others never feel. in return, he had seen a part of her soul that she didn’t want to let out the bag. those moments, she was more real than the blood in his own veins, and he felt her like the beating of his own heart. the bond forged was still molten when she pulled away, too nascent to resist her urge to hide once more. he called for her, held out his hands, and let his face become wet with untold manly tears, but she could not return.
this time, the sad suffering boys shared vulnerabilities more readily than yu-gi-oh trading cards, interlocking their hearts as much as their… stories in a very, very heterosexual way. hyuntae wasn’t one for pouring his heart out but lately, he had been shamelessly doing it and excusing it for his three am self talking even if conversations sometimes happened in the middle of the day. which was exactly this moment with jaehyung who he only really knew by association with minho.
in high school, a classmate of hyuntae told him about the big oak tree in his backyard when he was growing up. one day, his older brother climbed way up into its branches and then called for him to come over. happy that his bigger brother wanted to include him in the activity, he ran over as quickly as he could. as he gazed up, his brother peed down on him from above.
hyuntae isn’t a dick but anyone wouldn’t be able to hold in a laughter hearing a story like that. but for him, it wasn’t simply because of his misfortune. instead, the thought of him standing there, wide-eyed, and then realizing he’d been tricked surely reminded hyuntae of a similar incident of his own. experience is a wonderful teacher, and he had learned his own lessons about gullibility. in the years that passed, that classmate became one of his best friends, and he suspects that the story he shared, along with similar ones he told in return,had something to do with it.
telling stories build empathy and also why, when you tell a good one, people act as if they’re watching it unfold before them. maybe the current conversation was similar to that, except it’s two similar heartbreaks taking the same roots in them. “it’s high time we move on.” was easy to say but hyuntae wasn’t one to talk. for him, it’s been three years of grieving her departure and up to this day, he was still hoping she would come back. he laughs at himself, realizing how silly his advice was. “i can’t even do that though, forreal. you do it first, then share you success story to me so i can have it as motivation and follow. how’s it?”
