queen of the clouds

Jumin was dangerous. Her heart beat through her ears, stomach fluttered at every lilt in the other woman’s voice.   She could feel the tightening of her chest at the other’s snort, unladylike but effortlessly… adorable.  Eun had found it difficult to repress these thoughts. 

‘I would love that.’ It’s as if someone had a hold on her vocal cords, squeezing out the words like a mistuned violin. She’s hopeless. 

                 「 queen 」 jumin’s giggling seemed to cease now, though her plump lips were still pressed tightly in fear she would start again. it wasn’t entirely like her to be thrown into a fit of laughter, or to be so easily swayed by another’s emotions. everyone knew her for her strict and stoic behavior --- yet here she was, enjoying herself after MANY YEARS.

Even when taken aback, Jumin remained more poised than Eun-chae could ever be. Even the slight pink of her cheeks made her look absolutely stunning. She’s the type people would make art inspired by.  

Eun-chae abandoned her pen entirely, rolling it idly between thumb and forefinger before retiring it to Jumin’s expansive desk. ‘I hope that wasn’t too… forward.’ Then, she laughed, heat rushing to her cheeks. ‘Gosh, I come here for homework and now I’m just— like I said, you distract me.’ In the best way, of course.

                 「 queen 」she always remembered how her old friends compared each other to the sun . . . but the longer jumin remained with eunchae, the more she realized how much they were wrong, and this woman in front of her reminded her of such a bright, burning star. the way the sun from her large windows made a golden halo atop her chestnut hair and her warm eyes were like molten gold swimming in her irises. she’d never been such a poetic person, but something beautiful tugged at her cold and murky heart.