I want love bites outnumbering the freckles on my skin,
I want your mouth tasting every part of me and to leave record of it.
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love seat ; chapter seventeen
And sure I was not Cinderella when my fairytale ended before midnight.
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131224: Krystal & Kai for SMTOWN Week (*)
enigma chapter 5
He couldn’t believe that he’s sitting there, minding what she was doing and what was happening around her – technically minding everything about her. Never in his life had he thought that this moment would come and happen. A year ago, he could have been laughing with his friends as they joked about her – or maybe they could have not been thinking about her at all. A month ago, she could just be in the library, fixing stuffs or writing down unnecessary news-to-be notes and he would just ignore her – or he would have not come to the library or to the third floor at all. But there he was, unable to take his eyes from her.
13 days of i love you
sometimes, the road gets tough and love is not enough.
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she sits alone in her bed, biting on her bottom lip as random thoughts come to her mind. random? that’s hardly describing what’s in her mind right now. her phone comfortably lies flat on her stomach while her hand loosely holds it. she uses the other to run on her black hair, regretting as it gets stuck on the ends. she remembers she hasn’t combed her hair since yesterday.
her phone vibrates and almost immediately, she switches it open to see who has messaged her early in the morning. of course, she is expecting somebody and she doesn’t bother hiding the disappointed look on her face when she sees the name.
she doesn’t bother opening it and hastily puts it under her pillows while she turns and decides to get back to sleep. after all, she only has three hours of sleep for reviewing her notes for the should-be tests today.
he sits on his study table, opening his textbooks on random pages and pretentiously skimming on important notes. his phone sits on the table, perched on top of piles of homeworks left unfinished last night. it vibrates and he reluctantly gets it to see who has texted. he sees the name and doesn’t bother to open the message for he already knows what it is all about.
he gets back to studying, jotting down concepts that look important to him and have a potential to knock on the forgetful part of his mind. he reads and writes, almost missing the raindrops splattering on his closed windows. he looks up, and watches as the beads trickle down the smooth surface as if they have paths they follow.
he leans against the backrest of his chair, averting his gaze on the idle phone lying comfortable before him. he contemplates, counting the number of days since he last used it for its main function. maybe a moment or two, he reaches and grabs it, staring at the black screen reflecting his anxiety.
he sighs before clicking the phone open and browsing directly through the contact list. his finger stops, hovering over the name. he hesitates, wondering what will happen after this. and mostly, he’s wondering what the other party will think; after all, it’s been a while since he last contacted her.
she stirs uncomfortably on her bed, moving her head here and there until it gets tired and dizzy. her phone sits at the far edge where a little push - a little bounce of the bed - will let it drop hard on the tiled floor.
she stares at it, making small protests as to why it can’t die when it doesn’t give her the beep she wants. she closes her eyes for a moment, pouting as she covers her face with her pillow. then, she feels vibrations - no, she hears them - and her eyes fly open, wide.
she notices the continuous flash of the screen and only on the third ring does she reaches and grabs the phone earnestly. she swipes at it, answering, but she doesn’t put it on her ear. she takes a while, calming herself down, exhaling, before she puts it on her ear and listens.
there is no sound and she isn’t sure if it’s because of the loud beatings of her heart or if she really isn’t in her best state of mind. but she listens, not talking.
he listens, waiting for her to say something. but after several moments of complete silence, he stops expecting. yet, he can’t keep the smile from playing along his lips. listening to her breathing is enough to let him know she is there. that at the moment when the ringing stops and silence replaces it, he knows she’s there. and that’s enough.