puremia:

im a f.a.pper

(Source: quote-book)

They talk about the cold weather, talk about their interests and jobs, their family or lack thereof, talk about loss and searching. They talk about rain and clouds, about angels, about falling stars, and happily ever after. They laugh and argue lightly and laugh some more.

And they reach a point where Yoseob freely calls Doojoon a hypocrite for not being happy when he has all the reason in the world to be, and Doojoon calls Yoseob a lunatic for being happy when he has no reason in the world to be.

And they stop and stare at each other. They don’t apologize, not when they know deep inside the other is right.

“How can you not be happy?” Yoseob asks. His voice isn’t tinged with judgment or scorn, just curiosity.

Doojoon falls silent, that same question is one that he’s been asking himself for so long.

“If you stop being happy, that means life wins,” Yoseob says softly. “I don’t like losing.” He looks at Doojoon, a question in his eyes. Doojoon doesn’t know what exactly he’s being asked.

“It’s a lot easier to be sad about life, I guess.”