Ship/Member: Mingyu/Minghao Major Tags: N/A Additional Tags: ambiguous relationship, post/pre-breakup, open ending, character study Permission to remix: Yes
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Here, again. Two boys. A brief recap.
One boy: heart like a broken compass, walks without looking down at the ground, headed every way but true north.
The other: face like a map. All the roads toward his center apparent in his eyes. You are here.
“You should stop following me around,” Minghao said to Mingyu, once, avoiding the hurt or simply not stopping to read it. “What are you? A dog?”
They were sitting in a diner. They’d gotten lost somewhere in Argentina and they’d had the same fight as always. They’d forgotten what they were looking for. They’d forgotten that things tended to break down by the side of the road sooner or later.
The problem with maps was that you had to really look at them to find them useful.
How to understand your map:
Really it’s not so difficult. Lay it out on the sun-trapped hood of your car, feel it hot under your hands like a bruise, hot like all the frustration you felt when you realized you took a wrong turn or maybe two wrong turns or maybe you shouldn’t have left your goddamn house in the first place.
Trace the miles with your finger, gently. Don’t mind the sweat filming over your eyes and making a haze of the world. Be patient. Locate the pulse again.
Remember nights spent looking up at stars.
“Same old sky,” Mingyu had said, warm next to you, solid like the earth against the back of your head. “But doesn’t it feel different? When you’re here, it always looks different to me. Or maybe I’m just seeing things.”
Remember what you said.
Did you say: “I think the stars look brand new when you’re near me, too?”
Did you say: “They’re not as bright as I remember because you’re always so hungry, so hungry that you're stealing their light?”
Did you say: “Mingyu, I will always lose myself in that endless sky. Forgive me, forgive me!”
“Why is this so difficult for us,” Mingyu said in the diner. “Look at me.”
Minghao never looked at maps. He never stopped to ask for directions, either.
“Minghao,” Mingyu said, his voice raw, his eyes terrible and knowing. He knew and he still tried. It was almost embarrassing in its simplicity. It was too easy for the roads to never lead home. “Don’t you know what I need?”
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Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: ambiguous relationship, post/pre-breakup, open ending, character study
Permission to remix: Yes
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Here, again. Two boys. A brief recap.
One boy: heart like a broken compass, walks without looking down at the ground, headed every way but true north.
The other: face like a map. All the roads toward his center apparent in his eyes. You are here.
“You should stop following me around,” Minghao said to Mingyu, once, avoiding the hurt or simply not stopping to read it. “What are you? A dog?”
They were sitting in a diner. They’d gotten lost somewhere in Argentina and they’d had the same fight as always. They’d forgotten what they were looking for. They’d forgotten that things tended to break down by the side of the road sooner or later.
The problem with maps was that you had to really look at them to find them useful.
How to understand your map:
Really it’s not so difficult. Lay it out on the sun-trapped hood of your car, feel it hot under your hands like a bruise, hot like all the frustration you felt when you realized you took a wrong turn or maybe two wrong turns or maybe you shouldn’t have left your goddamn house in the first place.
Trace the miles with your finger, gently. Don’t mind the sweat filming over your eyes and making a haze of the world. Be patient. Locate the pulse again.
Remember nights spent looking up at stars.
“Same old sky,” Mingyu had said, warm next to you, solid like the earth against the back of your head. “But doesn’t it feel different? When you’re here, it always looks different to me. Or maybe I’m just seeing things.”
Remember what you said.
Did you say: “I think the stars look brand new when you’re near me, too?”
Did you say: “They’re not as bright as I remember because you’re always so hungry, so hungry that you're stealing their light?”
Did you say: “Mingyu, I will always lose myself in that endless sky. Forgive me, forgive me!”
“Why is this so difficult for us,” Mingyu said in the diner. “Look at me.”
Minghao never looked at maps. He never stopped to ask for directions, either.
“Minghao,” Mingyu said, his voice raw, his eyes terrible and knowing. He knew and he still tried. It was almost embarrassing in its simplicity. It was too easy for the roads to never lead home. “Don’t you know what I need?”
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