Intertwined Hearts | Taegyu

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"I couldn't help but think that we were two stars, burning bright in a galaxy that would never allow us to stay."

‐Choi Beomgyu

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The sun was just beginning to stretch over the horizon, painting the sky in soft hues of pink and gold. The morning air was cool and crisp, filled with the scent of dew-kissed grass.

Birds chirped in a symphony of greeting, their songs blending with the rustling of leaves as the world slowly awakened.

A gentle breeze danced through the trees, whispering promises of the day ahead, inviting the world to rise. But in one small, dimly lit room, stillness held firm, unaffected by the waking world outside.

A boy was still sleeping peacefully, cocooned beneath his blanket. His body shifted beneath the covers, a subtle twitch, a slight tremor. His brow furrowed, and his breathing grew erratic.

There was an unease in his movements, a struggle that had nothing to do with sleep, as if his dreams had followed him into the waking world. The bed quivered beneath him, a silent testament to the internal chaos stirring in his mind.

Suddenly, his body jerked upright. His chest heaved with panicked breaths, and his eyes shot open, wide with fear. His heart thudded violently in his chest, the beats so loud they seemed to echo through the silence.

His fingers trembled as they gripped the edge of the bed, trying to steady himself. The weight of terror still clung to him, pulling him into the depths of his mind, where shadows moved just out of reach, but always too close.

Something was different about him. His eyes. They were blue.

The boy's breath caught in his throat, and his fingers curled into the sheets beneath him, gripping tighter, as if the fabric could anchor him back to reality. The blue of his eyes was stark against the warmth of the room, unnatural. Foreign.

He knew what it meant. He had felt it before-the cold grip of Chamelon Syndrome tightening around him.

A cruel affliction, one that stole control from his very soul, causing his emotions to flare up uncontrollably. Fear, anger, sadness, they bled into one another until they became something bigger than him. Something he couldn't control.

"Beomgyu!" A voice called out, piercing through the thick fog of panic that had clouded his mind. The voice was familiar, comforting, but right now, it was just another sound in the cacophony of his thoughts.

Beomgyu turned toward the door, his breathing still shallow, still ragged. He couldn't focus. Couldn't think.

Not now.

His blue eyes, wide with terror and sadness, reflected the raw turmoil inside. He could feel it all-the remnants of the nightmare that had left his heart racing, the helplessness of not being able to escape the emotions that gripped him so tightly. It was too much.

Too overwhelming.

The door swung open, the creak of the hinges only adding to the rising tension. A taller figure stood in the doorway, silhouetted against the soft morning light.

His black hair fell messily around his face, and his eyes, though small, were sharp, taking in the scene before him.

He paused for just a moment, taking in Beomgyu's frantic state, before the realization hit him like a punch to the gut. His gaze softened, his body moving toward his younger brother without hesitation.