There's a light buzz swirling through his system. It makes him a little dizzy and the lights too bright for him to handle, he feels so light; as if he's flying through the air. The streets are dark at this time of the night, and it's hard to make out where he is (or where he's going). There's a random figure ahead of him, tall and slender, one that almost made them look like his older brother. Junmyeon's face twists before he approaches his new victim & wrap his arm around their body. "Hyuung~"
they say that a crescent moon looks like a smile in the sky; that the stars paint pictures and tell a long winded story if you look hard enough at the constellations. they also say that when you look at the sky, you’re looking at the past because the heavens run on finite time and it takes so long for light to touch the earth. such a strange concept that he almost thinks astronomy is a science studied by the dreamers in their vast imaginations large as the universe. the thought of this always makes him feel really, very small ( makes him think off on tangents that have his mind rolling for hours ) but it is what it is, and it’s something beyond beautiful. and so, ahn jaehyun always finds himself looking towards the sky.
but tonight, he sees nothing beyond the glow of neon lights burning bright with colour, enticement — the stars won’t show themselves if there’s a rival light burning on the ground. he wonders if that’s the vanity of the stars despite knowing it’s just the fact their light can’t reach — but it’s almost poetic to think that the stars get jealous, too. his eyes sweep the street around him and how he found himself here, he’s not quite sure. but this is where his feet led him as his thoughts wandered off to places elsewhere amongst the stars and this, too, is what it is.
a wrong turn leads him to a street that’s way too dark, but he doesn’t feel his pulse quicken. there’s nothing that makes his hands shake, because jaehyun looks up and he can once again see the stars — just a few of them, but enough to paint the picture that it’s supposed to. but he’s standing in the middle of a too dark street and it’s time to move, or try to. something, someone stops him before his feet take another step — it’s a pale arm that snakes around his body and makes him almost stiffen out of reflex. almost.
instead, jaehyun turns his head when he hears the voice -- clearly intoxicated, by the sound of it. potentially harmless, but a turn of his head makes him wonder if he's seen this person somewhere before. perhaps it's not that important, even though a nagging sense of familiarity tugs deep at his core. he'll remember in due time, if it's necessary; they've never met, of this at least, he's sure. he doesn't really make a move to disentangle himself from the embrace of the ( younger? ) man, just stands stock still because surely the other will fall if they're allowed to stumble on their own. " i think perhaps you have me confused with someone else." the words come slow but clear -- hopefully enough for someone so off point to understand. but jaehyun, still, doesn't make a move.
chances are, the other male will go away of his own accord and jaehyun will go back to staring at the stars. and if not, at least the night is pretty picturesque.
