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All other beautiful young men in Seoul know that you, Byeol

love, and are loved by, a Poet from across the sea: his age is

two and a half times yours; and he is deeply read in the classics.

He describes you as the supreme flower in the garden of male

to male love, surpassing all others in beauty and attraction---

regardless of old prudes' contrary and prejudiced opinions.

Your K-Pop style is an oversized, long-sleeved shirt and baggy dress

slacks (with an almost militant aversion to shoes); and, in this

guise, you frolic through his Poetry as supreme, presiding Muse.

You have told him that the sweetstuff confected in your core is his,

solely, when he brings you to that intimate launch point at Pleasure's

Peak, and you release surges of sweetstuff into or upon him.

After the first e'lation, you told him:  that the world seems absent

when he is with you---only your brother stars remain; when he is

absent, those same stars' light enters his eyes and yours at the same time.

Kyakuchuu