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"I grant I never saw a goddess go" Minho whispered, cheeks tainting red watching a bronze-haired boy run past him. The older chuckled and stuffed his hands into his coat, a lovesick smile playing on his lips "If love was destined, my love we'll meet again," he said, taking the seat on the barren swings by the playground. Soft swings as the first snowfall of the year started, dusting the older in its white fur. Minho checked his watch "Few more minutes," he mumbled, inhaling deeply. Warm puffs of air escaped his parted lips, the epitome of beauty, The swing jostled, signifying another player in his socialising game.
Minho turned his head, gasping softly "It's you," he whispered, tilting his head gently. Jisung chuckled softly "It is I," he said, kicking the layer of snow that started to build. Minho hummed "Weren't you in a rush earlier?" he asked, studying the younger's outfit. Jisung nodded with a sigh "I was but luck stayed as I made it in time," he said, smiling brightly. Minho felt his heart warm from within, burning through his coat "Luck should always stay for a goddess," he said, smiling genuinely. Light blush dusted over Jisung's plump rosy cheeks, "I am no goddess," he retorted.
The older shook his head, "Just by hearing your voice, warmth beams through this chilling noon," he said, looking at the younger. Jisung gulped and cleared his throat "May I know the name of the man sending me all this praise?" he asked, huffing out a warm breath. Minho gasped softly "I didn't realise, I'm known as Minho to most people," he said, smiling warmly. Jisung chuckled softly "I didn't realise as well, this warmth seems too familiar," he said, smiling fondly. "Jisung is what you can call me," he added, showing his slight gums through his smile.
Minho nodded "A beautiful name," he said, rubbing his hands. Jisung scoffed softly "I am not the prettiest rose in the bush, Minho," he mumbled, fidgeting with his fingers. Minho frowned slightly "That doesn't mean you're not a rose nonetheless," he said, taking the younger's hand. Jisung sighed softly "I'm more of a daisy in between of a bush of roses, there's no space for delicacy in this world," he said, biting his bottom lip. Minho rubbed his thumb over the younger's palm "If you are the daisy within the roses, I'll admire you the longest," he said, nodding sternly.
Jisung furrowed his eyebrows "Why would you do that for someone like me?" he asked, genuinely surprised by the older's words. "If you were the daisy, the number of thorns that blocked your way to the sun, to fight your way through the roses that people compare, how could I dare but not respect and admire that strength," he spilt, looking into the younger's eyes. Jisung felt a tear drip down his rosy cheeks "I am nothing more than a pitiful daisy, always living on the edge just to survive," he confessed. Minho frowned and gently brushed the younger's tears away "Then allow me to show you, goddess," he said, looking at the younger.
The younger frowned "I'm not letting you waste your time nurturing a daisy, Minho," he said, sniffling softly. Minho smiled fondly "I am nurturing none, for I just want to help you see yourself through my eyes," he confessed, rubbing the younger's hands together. Jisung bit his tongue. Minho noticed and stroked his cheek gently "My dear goddess, we don't have to rush, through the heavens such love is rare, I myself have already known this fact, we may slowly get to know each other instead of laying your life to me, how could I dare to behold such pureness," he said, stroking the younger's hair.
Jisung took in a shuddering breath "I am willing to see what you see of me, I hand you my trust to protect the daisy," he said, smiling softly. Minho smiled gently "Thank you for such a chance, shall we go warm ourselves up with the ambience of a cafe?" he asked, dusting the snow off the younger. Jisung giggled softly, linking his hand with Minho's "For it to be you who guides me, a cafe would be great," he said, dusting the snow off the older's coat.
Minho smiled warmly "Let's go to the cafe, warmth would be the best for the both of us, though each time you smile the light you radiance is still able to warm my heart," he said, smiling brightly. Jisung giggled and pushed the older softly "Stop with your honey-laced words," he said, bright blush coating his rosy cheeks. Minho smiled watching the younger get flustered. 'That music hath a far more pleasing sound' he thought, humming softly, embracing the gentle voice of the goddess who is belied with false compare.
William Shakespeare's Sonnet 130:
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.