maybe i'll get drunk.

    Brows raise, fingers stilling in their search for a pen, dropping her bag entirely when     his words register. She’s at his side in a few quick strides, eyes taking in the picture of     the girl ( a stranger ) he’s holding.

                                               ❝That was a long time ago.❞ 

                  She turns away, back to searching for a pen so they can get started.

                                                   ❝So—- econ project.❞

his nose scrunches in response -- it was clearly her, the features notably those of an argent. & he's half-tempted to keep the photo for a later date, should he need leverage on her. brows lift slightly at her words and now he's looking back at her. he agreed to help her with her work, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to have some fun, too. 

'     'It's just how I am, can't help it.' She shrugged a little, but she was actually a bit more relaxed than last week so she wondered if she still looked cold.     ‘

She scoffs at his comment, turning her attention back to the TV. ❝ Weird? That was my normal face — omo. Well, good night, then. Just in case. ❞ She pulled the blanket a little higher before resting her face with her fist.

in that moment, she totally forgot about the sandwich as her focus was on him the whole time. you  can’t blame her since he was  ridiculously close and he’s pretty alluring. ❝ nu uh! you’re  eating all of this since you said you were really hungry. i’m fine. ❞

            ❝ hmmm. ❞

    the silence did not bother her,     instead, she sat comfortably     with her lips pursed after spewing     out what had been on her mind;      which was — completely, utterly     nonsense. bursting out into laughters     at his words, she managed a sly grin. 

             ❝ it’ll take you forever, people                  are not an open book but hey                 — one thing you got to know is                  that I love ice cream? ❞

he smiles wide upon hearing her laugh, the laughter filling the once silent air.  she was surely UNIQUE -- that was  one way to put it. eccentric was also another good word.

         ❝ hmm, that's true, huh?             i like ice cream, too. but             i think i like frozen yogurt             over it if i had to choose.❞

well, someone had to do it; it was just a matter of who. but, it didn’t result in anything but a glance followed by a few shrugs; a few looks of concerns & some actually CURIOUS as to an answer to that question. tara had sighed when no one said anything hell abraham didn’t even bother stopping. but, instead of pushing forward, she herself stood still beside him.

             ‘maybe we should just I don’t know —- go off              and figure something out? we’ll catch up with              them later.’

he hadn’t expected much – he wasn’t exactly someone the group looked up to, if anyone did. of course, he also didn’t expect to be brushed off like that either. with a sigh, his shoulders slump and he turns to the only person that has showed him the light of day. truthfully, he was only sticking around for her. that, and the fact that he had no where else to be. nowhere else to go. nobody wanted him and nobody needed him.

       ❝ -- yeah, i guess. i’ll do whatever you want to do, tara. ❞

       she smiles to herself — a musing upon the mutual feelings;        the enjoyment in the serenity of the moment. she pauses        and turns to face him as he toys with a tree. she leans        against a trunk opposite. 

              ❛ i gotta agree. it’s just.. calmer. simple. ❜

      it was a nice break from his busy every day       life. even nicer when the break was with        company. he's done a lot of things on his       own -- not out of preference. more so since       he was usually alone and lacking presence. 

    Her eyebrows raised a slight     degree as she spotted him      taking the chance to show her     that he was alright.     Which he was—he was a big boy     she wasn’t a baby sitter but     she was also a nurse before     everything had happened,     so being the worrier was     always her.      “Then you don’t need me.”     She probably shouldn’t have     said that but cautious was     running up and down her lane.

His shoulders quickly slump at that and he leans against the dresser, clearly defeated by his own thoughts. Kangjun had made it on his own thus far, he would be able to make it without her. At least that's how he reasoned with himself during all those cold nights out in the wild, surviving on his own.

       ❝ I... yeah, I guess-- ❞

He mutters but his sentence falls short when something crashes downstairs and he's automatically turning his body towards the door. He could hear the thumping in his ears from his heart  beating against his chest and he grabs his nearby switchblade. 

                                           Well.              Honestly this was not how she was              expecting her day to go. There was              a wide eye’d expression on her face              before her lips pressed into a thin line.                                     "What in the heck made you wait-                                      when you know how busy I am as                                      you know..being an idol and everything.”

            She trailed off for a single moment,             before finally just heaving a sigh.             He was in luck this time, and              only this time.

                                    "…Lucky for you, I don’t                                      have any schedules on friday.”

            In a way, she said yes.

       He's leaning back on his heels as he         waited for an answer to be given to        him, growing impatient for she was        taking her s w e e t time. A smile then        at her words, and he reaches out to        link their arms together, clearly happy        with the outcome. Even if she hadn't         exactly said yes, it was good enough.

Scoffing at his words, she considered feigning the act of falling over, just to alarm his already distressed form, but then thought against it. She wasn’t that heartless. “I’ve been in more dangerous sitatuions than this.”

& he’s surprised by the question for hewasn’t s u r e if he should with her. notthat he didn’t want to kiss her — he did.but she was an idol ; someone who wasconstantly in the public. not to mentionher company wasn’t very lenient whenit came to dating. her fans would go insane if the truth came out.

the way the moonlight shines against her hair, the way the cool air swept throughthem to cause goosebumps along his skinthat was hidden under his clothes, the smallconstant butterflies fluttering around in hisstomach and the fact that they were the only two in the park so late at night had him questioning his hesitance.

nobody would see them together, not here.and the whole idea of getting caught wasexciting in it’s own sense. a hand on herwaist and their orbs stay on one anotherfor the longest time, her question remainsin the air, an answer not yet given. 

             ❝ i want to.. —— ❞

but before he can finish explaining the back and forth argument he has going on in his head, she leans up on her tippytoes and presses her lips to his in a gentle kiss.

Send “Feel That?” for my muse’s reaction to your’s slipping their hand down the front and inside of my muse’s pants while they are sitting together watching TV.

         ❝ all my trust is in you, darling! ❞ her hands come up to squeeze at his arms to check for his ‘muscles’, eyes peering up at him as amusement radiates off her gaze. ❝ what are we waiting for then, hm? let’s go get busy! it’ll be a bit of a workout— something i need most at the moment, argh. ❞

the sly little grin of hers creeps onto her lips before nodding fervently at  his inquiry, hair bouncing a bit from the quick movements. 

                     ❝ i guess i am. i’m even more                                     lucky to have someone like you. ❞

seeing how willing he was to step  outside of his comfort zone really blossomed joy deep within her. she was beyond grateful even if it was simple acts as such. it was her turn to lean up to press a chaste kiss to his jaw, beaming up at him widely. ❝ thank you, darling. ❞

when the items are paid for, he steps back beside her and reaches for her hand once more. entangling their fingers together, his hand was much larger and easily covered hers. she's pulled away from the stand and he weaves in and out of those who decided to also come to the park to spend their day. 

            ❝ where do you want to go? ❞

he asks, looking to his side where she was. there were plenty of different rides to choose from. one couldn't be bored here.