" Will you help me feel alive again , Haruka ? "

♱

𝕳yeonu didn't know what being alive truly meant .

All his life , he felt like it was just passing by , without him ever truly getting to experience it . Even while people swarmed around him , buzzing with energy while they tried to make friends with him for a popularity he didn't even remember he acquired , everything still seemed like a blur . Like something that wasn't quite alive but not dead either . Something withered from the start without a chance for redemption .

No one ever felt warm to him , everything was cold . From his family to people that wanted to be his friends , nothing ever felt genuine , just cold , like his heart was frozen over from the start of it all .

But with Haruka it was... different .

Haruka was genuine , like he was real an not just another vessel blending into the masses . Flaws openly visible like a color on a painting , a unique touch .

He was treating him like he was real too , not like everyone else Hyeonu knew . Not like the people trying to get close to him for something he didn't even understand , nor his parents treating him like an extension of themselves .

Haruka was like the warm wind on his wings , like a drug that made him feel alive for the first time in his life . He was a fire , burning with a blinding intensity . A boy so alive with all his warmth , heart , scars and his flaws laid open that his flames made Hyeonu catch fire too .

And now Hyeonu didn't want the fire to burn out . If it did , it would be even worse than the unburned match that he was before , instead he would be burned out , everything ripped from his bones .

He never wanted to be out of light again .

♱

" Because I would go through hell and back for you . "