"𝓘𝓽'𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓬𝓲𝓮𝓽𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓫𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓭𝓸𝔀𝓷,𝓶𝓪𝓷𝔂 𝓪 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓲𝓽'𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓼"

Ever wondered why the ocean is so beautiful, so calm, so mysterious, so mythical yet one small mistake from the earth and it violently shakes all, destroys all and kills many. Cuz that's how Yeonjun was; Yeonjun was an ocean. Ever wondered how calm and lovely the clouds are? The way they flourish and bring a different charm to the lonely infinitely expanded sky. The way it gives origination to myths and hopes of imagination that expands far beyond than the universe has ever reached upto. Yet a small mistake the heavy pours that people cried for crops would now cry for their lives. The flash that flourished growth would flash the death infront of the living soaring for vision eyes. Cuz that's what Jaemin was he was a cloud.

But does the nature ever acknowledge it's importance? It's hard to predict the correct words but we can say the nature knows what she should do to the mortals and immortals living under her care but she doesn't know what she she can do to the mortals and immortals unless her patience is filled to the brim; reaching the enigma where even the black dot is able to corrupt the fae white.

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Yeonjun woke up to the sound of Soobin shaking him gently and calling his name as soft as cotton as if Yeonjun was a porcelain; porcelain that is so expensive, so precious yet a small shock can bring million pieces; pieces that can be glued but won't be the same again, losing the worth it carried. Because once you're broken, it's not the society but one person that makes you feel like home give you the rich emotions of being worth the smile.

Soobin with ever so gentle smile and his encouraging words woke him up. Yeonjun who lacked and desired for
love and care; the feeling of being the centre of admiration, being admired burst into tears. Maybe the nature heard his memories of cries and silent sobs of agonies that the nature couldn't help but be dull admiring the brave Yeonjun standing infront of her. Maybe the nature was in pain herself but noone can deny the strongest of winds have touched Yeonjun yet he stands but him being unknown of his worth yet to accepted.

"Shh..", he could hear Soobin say with his ever so gentle voice that could calm the raging ocean. "Even the four leaved clover questions it's worth, let's himself be degraded among the three leaved clovers society. He believes and swallows up the words he has been hearing, he is hearing and he will be hearing." Soobin then gently holding Yeonjun's hand continued, "He will make and let the society believe he is weird, he is useless, priceless and worthless but alas! He doesn't realise him being the embodiment of good luck and will continue degrading itself like ice on fire; harming itself and be guilty."

"And I believe guilt is the strongest and deadliest self destruction weapon that isn't created but felt. Like the withering flowers; alive but dead"

A small yet powerful sentence that made Yeonjun wonder beyond the stretch of the seas and expansion of the sky; what was his worth?

Or maybe the fact one guilt remained inside him so badly that he couldn't bring himself to accept his worth. Or maybe it was the society that left the scars in his emotions that couldnt be healed with a simple explanation, a simple sorry. Yeonjun has so much to accept to move but guilt is where his weakness lies. An avalanche might be ferocious but will cry if her precious ones are hurt because of her. We may hear the pain, we may read the pain but no one's gonna understand the pain of the one that suffered like them.

For Soobin, Yeonjun wasn't a bad omen, he wasn't the devil that he was in the eyes of those power hungry society. His color represented the mystery of black hole with the whole new alignment of galaxies and universe awaiting.

If words were a part of the mother nature itself, it would be stars; falling stars. Words are falling stars; the impact they leave, the crater they make is unforgettable and immaculate, unmoveable and unhealable.