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Title : A Thousand Years 

Author : Spiritless

Note : romantic drama

Theme Song : A Thousand Years (Boyce Avenue acoustic cover)

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We both have no idea if we're going to be together in the end. 

But one thing is for sure, I'll do everything I can to make it happen.

Neither of us knew whether we would walk together until the end or not.

But the only thing I am sure of is that I will do whatever it takes to make it come true.

The soft, loving touch from his thin lips made the little boy tilt his head and protest with ticklishness.

“Bad child”

The bad boy wrinkled his face because he expected punishment from the low voice of the man he loved.

“If it's not good, then you won't love me?” Jiyong raised his mouth into an upside-down V shape in a teasing manner. That made the stubbornness that the older adults had cultivated for a long time easily collapse into disarray.

Because Jiyong knows...

"Can't you love me?...you're so cute." The moment the sentence was lost, the young man managed to attack his cheeks, causing the color to become brighter and brighter by another two large puffs until it covered both sides.

“Huh! That hyung has a bad personality.”

"If you have a bad habit, you won't love me..."

That's it! Where are they less than each other?

The teasing sentences gradually faded. Gradually soften the skin When Seunghyun scooped his petite lover onto his wide lap and rested his chin on the other's narrow shoulder.

Just let time slowly continuously flowing through

What they've always done is take turns laying each other's laps together sometimes.

Exchanging touches and embracing... both sweet, bitter and mixed with flavors that make you tingle.

But there was never a time when this feeling became bitter.

"I'm willing to sleep now."

I don't know how much time has passed. The calendar and clock on the pastel-colored wall were like arrows to the chest of the little lover in his arms. Jiyong had been awake for almost the second day now... and so had Seunghyun.

“Don't chase me…” Jiyong turned away in a tired tone.

Seunghyun leaned his head down and pressed a hard kiss. The nape of the neck was white "...I'll see you when I wake up."

“…And when was it?” Jiyong forced his lips not to open wide to show that he was yawning…

“Whenever it is, whatever. Even if we sleep in this bed for another week or two…” His long fingers lifted up and wiped away the water droplets from holding back his lover's yawn. Then he sent a drop of the liquid into his mouth without feeling disgusted.

“I will stay here...with you.” Seunghyun deliberately lowered his voice to lull the stubborn child in his arms to sleep.

“…Hyung.”

The heaviness of his eyelids that Jiyong hated...

It was about to take away his happiness with Seunghyun again.

Don't sleep.

The poor sick man prayed that he would not fall into an unnaturally long sleep like every other time.

A strange disease that hangs on his freedom...

“Good Jiyong…” The cruel lover continued to lull him with gentle names, “…please sleep.”

“...not...sleeping.”

I can't sleep...

Seunghyun saw Jiyong's drowsy expression and scooped up his lover again, carefully resting his body on his sweetheart before ending with a kiss on his forehead.

“Hyung...I can't sleep.”

What if this time it wasn't just a week or two like last time?

If he... doesn't wake up again.

And like that...

“You can sleep, trust me…” Seunghyun lifted his thin hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it as if to outline a promise…for a long time.

Jiyong was too exhausted to look at his lover any longer. The last picture he saw...

"Let's wake up again...we"

Seunghyun is...crying.

“...Let's go out together.”

Jiyong woke up again after sleeping for almost half a month.

"no!"

The stubborn patient hissed and pulled himself all the way up to the head of the bed. Both arms hugged the large pillow tightly, not allowing anyone else to get close to their own body.

Seunghyun himself could do nothing but stand and smile wryly. Weakly, he bowed his head apologetically to the young nurse for a while.

It's happy. But...damn it. He came back to recover when he was about to give the injection...

“Where can I get it? It only hurts a little, right?” Seunghyun tried to persuade his lover, who was a bit irritated, not accepting the injection.

"It only hurts a little and I don't need it...you don't need the injection." A hoarse voice muffled through the large pillow. Jiyong still refused to raise his head to meet anyone's eyes or look at anything.

“How can you not get the injection? Do you know how much your fever has gotten!” Seunghyun pretended to scold Ed for being a naughty child. However, Jiyong still acted like he wasn't ready to listen to anything from anyone.

Until then, he was at his wits' end and had to give up and use a calm strategy. Seunghyun reached out his long hand and pulled the large pillow out of Jiyong's thin arms. Before the person whose pillow had been stolen could even raise their head and curse. The other party took advantage of the moment to replace the soft pillow with his own body.

“No...Seunghyun is cruel.” Jiyong resisted as his much larger lover locked him in his arms.

“You know, I wouldn't be mean at all if that person wasn't my lover.” Seunghyun grabbed his thin arm and raised him high. Then leave it up to the nurse...

Jiyong closed his eyes and buried his face into his broad chest. His other hand came up and tightened his grip on his lover's shoulder. The sharp touch on his skin caused his breath to come out softly and raggedly. Seunghyun secretly watched that reaction with restraint. If possible, he also didn't want the lover in his arms to suffer any more pain than this. He had even prayed to God that this cruel disease would come and eat itself instead.

"finished"

The woman said politely after putting the equipment on a tray on the cart. After that, inside the bright pastel-colored patient room, only the two room owners were left.

"It's just this..." a deep voice said as he pressed a heavy kiss on the crown of her head. as a reward

“What...are you angry at me?” The young man deliberately substituted his own pronouns as the person in his arms preferred. Because I know that if Jiyong is angry The quickest way to reconcile is probably not to avoid sweet pleading.

“Have I ever been angry at hyung?…” Two thin arms raised to grip the skin of his shirt, refusing to move away. Weary eyes stared blankly at the pastel-colored walls. The red circle on the white calendar still reinforces a mistake that he can never fix. I can only hope that the man I love hasn't left him yet.

At least for now...

Despite how much he loved the owner of this warm embrace, Kwon Jiyong was not a dreamer or selfish person who would keep the future of the man he loved the most to himself like this.

“...Hyung,” a hoarse voice that had disappeared from use for a long time spoke up, breaking the silence.

The young man didn't answer, instead choosing to smile faintly. It's a response. Large hands flanked both sides of his pale cheeks, forcing their eyes to be at the same level.

“Maybe...next time I sleep.”

Will Jiyong know what kind of face he's making right now?

“And when I wake up...maybe.”

Those little eyes were filled with water.

"We shouldn't have to meet again..."

The lips that were trying to drive away the man he loved were trembling.

“Don't wait for me...”

A small stream of water flows down a long path, reaching down to the tip of the chin before falling onto the robes below.

The pitiful, hoarse voice disappeared, leaving only soft sobs in the background. Inside the room is wide. Seunghyun didn't respond to any of Jiyong's requests, words, or even questions. Once again, the young man chose to spend a long time transmitting his feelings through close arms.

“You still remember, right? I made a promise that when I woke up..."

“...We're going out together.”

Jiyong lightly smiled at his lover who was still sitting beside the bed. It was happy and sad, sweet and bitter at the same time. He was glad to wake up and find Seunghyun still waiting for him. As the feeling of guilt itself gradually faded build up harder

...So much harder that he almost cried when he found that his lover's once raven hair had started to have white flecks interspersed in it.

How many times had he made Seunghyun suffer?

How long have I had to suffer with a lover who just lay still like a corpse like him...

There were so many irritating questions that Jiyong could only keep in his heart. Because I know that even if I apologize, feel remorseful or make a drama to drive someone away...

'You love me, don't you? I love you too.

That's enough...'

Attempting to push his lover to freedom from a cage like him...in the end, Jiyong had to give up because he couldn't compete with the stability and honesty that Seunghyun had towards himself.

Too good...it's like this.

“Good morning, sleepy child,” a deep voice that blurred with age greeted him with a sweet morning kiss.

“Hyung…” Because of the sound, he knew that his own body had also decayed just as much. Jiyong moved his body to avoid the slight selfishness of the man he loved.

Brown eyes reflected the image of the new calendar if it were still completely white. A red circle is drawn around the number to denote the passage of time.

April

Jiyong still remembers the name of the last month before he fell asleep...

“I miss you so much, hyung…” The sweet boy laughed as he kissed her lips all over the nape of her neck, all the way down to her shoulders.

August

Jiyong was frightened when he thought of the condition Seunghyun had to wait so patiently for him.

...It went on for so long that I couldn't help but laugh.

“What are you thinking about? Live together until they can fuse together...this! Or would you say that the bed You haven't seen me in a dream in a long time.” From Seunghyun's point of view, those words were true. A man of integrity and a heart as strong as a mountain. There is never a day when one does not leave one's lover alone in the cold.

Jiyong smiled faintly. Because he saw his big lover making a gesture that was inappropriate for his age.

“Hyung...I love you the most.” His hoarse voice sounded even softer as he spoke those words of love that made him feel embarrassed. That made Seunghyun, who was pretending to be furious, almost unable to stop smiling.

“I can't give you one minute or two to be angry at me, right? Huh!” Seunghyun grinned widely before pulling himself towards the person on the bed and raising a strong finger to pinch his nose firmly. Give it enough to cool off.

“Ah...heartless hyung.”

A long laugh It appears inside the pastel-colored patient room, causing the nurse who is about to come in to check on the patient to stop in front of the door.

The young woman looked at her wristwatch and thought about whether to relax the strict inspection rules a little more. She didn't want to interrupt the precious time the two room owners had in that sweet colored room.

“Who used this to make you act so teasingly? Blame yourself. You naughty child.”

Jiyong burst into laughter as Seunghyun snorted his voice to imitate the cartoon villains he watched when he was five.

“I've grown up and haven't stopped acting like a child yet. Again,” a small voice teased his playful lover in an annoyed way.

“So, what kind of child would dare to love this child-hearted adult?...Jiyong. When you speak, it really gets to your heart's content.” A mischievous glint suddenly appeared in his sharp, dark eyes, as well as sending out large arms. Two sides picked him up and sat him on his lap.

Morning is very short for most humans. If it turns out to be like someone's whole world

Their...our

Jiyong thought of similar words. The touching sentences before that Seunghyun used to sing to him

'You are happy, I am happy.

This is enough...'

The small eyes that had just opened a few minutes ago slowly disappeared. I drifted off to sleep to focus on the ticklish sensation on the back of my neck.

What kind of person likes to repeat the same joke without shame?

“Seunghyun...I love you the most.”

It was very rarely that Jiyong would call his lover by his real name. The young man froze, feeling heartbroken. The lump in his chest was trembling with exhaustion like rusted cogs.

It's okay...I'm still okay.

“Jiyong...let's go out.”

There are some young people on the small streets. The front of the suburban amusement park turned to look at them because Choi Seung Hyun and Kwon Ji Yong were just two middle-aged men walking around lovingly supporting each other.

The gossip-like words and curious questions from the crowd did not dampen the cheerful atmosphere between the two of them in any way. When it was time to buy a ticket for the Ferris wheel, Seunghyun had already paid for the ticket and then returned to support his thin lover in order to continue walking... together.

A wide smile conveyed the happiness that bubbled up in Kwon Jiyong's heart. It had been so long that he barely remembered it because sick people like him were forbidden from leaving the hospital grounds.

The escaped patient stood staring at the straight back of the man he loved most. A faint smile adorned his pale, pale, lonely face. Jiyong once felt hopeless because he could barely see a future for himself and his lover. If time passes Counting days...counting months Until the years I don't know why either. Jiyong never missed waking up from his long sleep in August every year.

One year...five years...ten years

Will there still be August next year for him?

My own premonitions that I once believed were accurate. This time...he really didn't want it to happen.

“Only the mint flavor remains.”

Seunghyun returns once again with a beautiful cool mint flavored stick. Jiyong smiled in response and stretched out his hand to take the sweet, cold stick handle and hold it.

Until now, there was still something important that he had never told Seunghyun...

The narrow steps and slow walking pace did not make Jiyong and Seunghyun irritated. Luckily today there were not many people queuing up to ride the Ferris wheel...

“So romantic.”

“You like it, don't you? A romantic man."

Seunghyun teased back with a mischievous expression like he liked to do. The pair initially chose to sit on opposite seats. As the flight attendant checked for completeness, the door to the small room was closed.

“Um...I don't really like romantic men. I love hyung.” Jiyong said with a smile. While looking out the window The orange-yellow light was quite blinding and he could feel the wetness covering the unit.

“...Jiyong, you're making me think...that even if I die, I won't be able to stop loving you.” Seunghyun said in a smooth voice, it was soft and he heard it clearly.

“I wasn't too mean to hyung, was I?”

That question was not answered until the Ferris wheel drew its radius to its highest point. Seunghyun didn't show any hesitation, but his too calm expression made Jiyong feel uneasy.

The young man reached out his long arm and used his hand to scoop up the opposite person's small palm. He slowly bowed his head before kissing the back of his hand tenderly.

“If I'm meaner than this, I'd be happy...”

Those words made Ji Yong Seta avoid the big man's serious gaze. Damn...maybe it's because today is a day that has too many important days gathered together.

Too much that I don't know whether to be happy or sad about it.

They both decided to take one more ride on the Ferris wheel without buying a second ticket. Fortunately, a young man in an employee's uniform agreed to allow them one more ride.

Once again, a small passenger van It is moving higher and higher. Seunghyun revealed a soft smile on his sharp face. The patches of white hair were not enough to detract from the handsomeness of the man in front of him. Jiyong kept his eyes on his beloved for a long time, as if recording them on a camera roll.

The small paw was still held by the larger palm. Seunghyun moved to sit next to him. him without asking

“I won't give up on sweet requests. Just like in the movies.” A small voice spoke somewhat affectionately to the man he loved. Jiyong tilted his head to rest on Seunghyun's shoulder. The hand that was being held gently Interlock your fingers and exert some firmness in a slow rhythm.

The smooth, round platinum ring on the slender ring finger didn't flash an alarming gleam; it just shone brightly in its own way. Amidst the curtain of the sky that gradually fades The light gradually fades...

"Who says I don't like romantic men?"

“Hyung...can't we just stop teasing each other for one day?”

Seunghyun laughed in his throat. Jiyong tilted his head up to look at the strange man next to him, wanting to know what the other person was laughing at.

“I'm thinking about...”

“I...right?”

Jiyong interrupted while Seunghyun hadn't finished his sentence. That caused the little person to get hit by big fingers. The young man's other hand, which was still free, attacked the tip of his nose, squeezing hard, which made the little patient cry out in cute protest.

“Crazy kid”

There couldn't have been a more painful curse than this for Choi Seung Hyun. Jiyong thought of taunting the man he loved in his heart. The brown eyes gradually dimmed. According to the changing color of the sky His other weak hand raised to protect his mouth as he opened his mouth and let out a huge yawn.

Time is running out...again.

“Hyung…”

The Ferris wheel passes the highest point for the second time. Two middle-aged men were still sitting there holding hands. The quiet atmosphere allowed Jiyong to hear his own heartbeat. and the frighteningly slow heartbeat of the man he loves

“Um,” Seunghyun responded simply before moving his body to hold the round head in for a kiss.

It is quite dry and is just a light touch of the lips. Pure and reminiscent of the annoyances that had occurred in the past.

An ordinary day in August when they were both just little kids...

Seunghyun didn't deny that he was tired too. A weary heart is about to expire. And Jiyong himself was about to fall into a deep sleep that he could not escape into again.

“This time let me put hyung to bed...is that good?”

Jiyong said, ready to raise both arms and embrace his lover. He could still hear his heartbeat. both his own and Seunghyun's

"um..."

Seunghyun stared at the twinkling light of a small star in the vast sky. Jiyong's arms were so narrow and small that he had to bend down to rest his chin on his thin shoulders.

“Hyung...I'll let you fall asleep before me just this once,” a calm voice said as he gently patted his small palm. on a wide back

Seunghyun closed his eyes and buried his face into his neck and small shoulders. He knew exactly what was going to happen to both himself and his lover in the next few minutes. Arms that were once stronger now lifted up and hugged the fragile body.

It vibrates...until the person being hugged can feel it.

The rerun of the Ferris Wheel that they had been resisting for so long was coming to an end.

Then it was time for the passengers to get off.

“Jiyong…”

Seunghyun called out the name he loved most in a hoarse voice.

"yeah…"

“...I'm still waiting.”

Jiyong took a deep breath as his heart skipped a beat. He knew that even if the other party said he would wait... but after this time he fell asleep. And when I wake up again...

Choi Seunghyun will disappear.

Now Jiyong didn't even dare to hold back the face of the man he loved for one last look... The height of the Ferris wheel was slowly descending. It had reached the end... He could hardly hold back his drowsiness any longer. too

“I will wait...forever.”

The gaps between the fingers that were filled still refused to leave. It was gripped tighter by both of their desires. Tighter...tighter until my strength was gone.

Jiyong buried his face into Seunghyun's broad shoulder when he ran out of strength to embrace him. The quiet heartbeat of the larger body let him know that his lover had already fallen into a peaceful slumber.

“Hyung…”

Next it was his turn.

“...Good night.”

THE END

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