Space Boy | Baekyeol

s i x :: black hole

I remember the months that followed.

Those little glances he'd give me as we walked together, those little caresses that always lingered to short.

He was beautiful, and we sat on my roof, looking at the stars.

He looked over at me, his honey eyes meeting mine; his pure soul looking into my own.

He leaned over, and his lips met mine.

They were soft and perfect, more than what I hoped they'd be.

Much like the boy himself, his kisses were art. He was art.

I like to think of my Byun Baekhyun as a poem. The human embodiment of a poem, like the ones he wrote to me.

The little notes that sat in my locker, all addressed the same way.

'From: Baekhyun
To: Space boy'

And I was his space boy. And he was my poetry boy.

He was my everything.

The stars shined in his eyes, and when he was next to me the ground beneath my feet felt more beautiful and gentle.

There was something in the way he moved, and the way his hair fell in his eyes.

I gave him my everything and he took it, like the most beautiful black hole.