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hello, dear anon ! ♡︎

jungwon rn

also

how.

whereas you, the victim, became the artist responsible of tracing your lover’s figure as you continuously flickered your persistent glare to the canvas, your boyfriend..

and back.

of course, only a sharp pierce of an eye was enough to send shivers down riki’s spine, hesitantly holding the bouquet of flowers upon his lap with a sigh. a pout. a apologetic look in his eyes that spoke ‘I’m sorry my dear girlfriend please forgive me.’

it turns out you both felt guilty for making each other worried, feeling nothing but sadness pour over your heads, ms. kim’s ridiculous solution having to be the umbrella to stop it.

although, you wouldn’t consider it ‘ridiculous,’ no,

rather hilarious; if you were honest.

hilarious that you and your boyfriend were now stuck painting portraits of each other, finding it quite odd how it was presumed to make one beam. smile. possibly hop with happiness after earning back forgiveness.

but why is it that now you were feeling the opposite?

why is it that now you wanted to punch riki’s face for his idiotic behavior? his foolish acts? his ability to smirk and act like absolutely nothing had happened?

“why do you look so mad?” riki asks you, innocence filling his voice as the two of you finally met eyes. he’s, once again, holding back the truth while in the process of playing stupid, tiny giggles falling from his lips.

you drag your brush off the canvas, a long sigh to escape as you hold back urges of beating his ass. “you wanna ask me that again?” you counter coldly, cocking a brow that resulted in his stiffened body.

an arrow shoots through your boyfriend’s chest, his figure growing hesitant upon the stool as he immediately shakes his head. it makes you secretly giggle at his stupidity, returning to your painting with a smile almost enough for him to catch.

“..just don’t move again, okay?” your voice softens, capturing the way riki’s face lightens as you lower your gaze. “I’m too tired to play with you right now.” you groan, a yawn trailing behind.

you didn’t think these type of solutions were supposed to make the atmosphere cold, ..or typically occur at two in the morning.

you even found it odd how riki wasn’t falling asleep on the job.

in fact,

he just seemed like himself.

idiotic..stupid….

…

yeah just those.

but riki, surprisingly, obeys with a nod of a head, holding his posture just perfectly with his side profile on display. you almost catch yourself to fond over the sight, averting eyes as you could’ve sworn the male caught you melt on the spot.

you also could’ve sworn a chuckle had left his lips just then, unnoticed of his teasing acts to return the moment you place your eyes upon his figure once more. only to find him smirking at you.

he’s pulling another one of his stupid poses again, just enough for you to angrily shout his name across the room.

“ki!” you scowl, his laughter to bloom as he made fun of your warm cheeks. “you think this is a joke??” you threaten, watching him laugh his ass off, completely disregarding your words as he continuously pulls the most unpleasant things.

next thing you know he’s doing all sorts of corny poses, just to see you fluster.

“why can’t you paint me like this, huh?” he dramatically runs his fingers through his hair, flashing a cocky grin in your direction. “or! or….” he then pulls a serious expression, throwing a leg over the other while tipping his hand under his chin. “what about this?”

but you continue to remain still, a disappearance of words. flushed cheeks. dropped jaws that lingered more than of riki’s surprise. he’s almost shocked he hadn’t made you lose your sanity yet.

“you’re right, too cheesy.” a sigh slips, a sharp inhale to tail. “—oh, wait.” he stops, now raising his arm to flex his bicep. you could already see the invisible sparkles. “now we’re talking.”

but it’s just enough to tick your anger off, almost coming unnoticed as he continues to cluelessly laugh like a child.

“or how about th…”

but with words left unfinished, riki doesn’t take notice of the way you storm into his presence.

the way you pull into his arms.

and the way the warmth of your fingers greet his wrists as you instinctively grab hold of his two hands,

“move one more time.”

..only to still.

and at that moment did riki search your alluring eyes with his, swearing his heart paced faster into your touch, your voice, and the lips that tore himself in half each time he glanced at it.

and maybe by now you’d release.

by now, you’d probably be running behind the easel and continue painting the cheeks that had you struggle, whilst he’d resume his task of looking pretty.

by now, you guys would probably be detached and have broken the painfully awkward eye contact that occurred out of nowhere.

but,

why couldn’t you let go?

“w-what are you…”

why couldn’t he break free,

“ki,”

when all that distracts was the beauty in your eyes.

“huh—yes??”

the eyes that are pierced into his red colored ears and his perfectly placed moles.

moles you’ve practically grown familiar with ever since middle school,

and the moles you have now brushed your thumb across.

“y/n?”

moles that eventually lead you to pull your lover’s face just inches closer to yours, your dancing fingers that cup his pink cheeks creating a familiar warmth between two.

a warmth you missed.

“I….”

and by then you’d wish you had let go,

“I’m about to do..”

but something tells you not too.

“..something really stupid right now.”

there,

stands two figures.

a kiss.

a kiss ever so soft that could only be captured against the rays of light that illuminate perfectly upon each other’s features. features that drag you two closer by second, affection within.

a kiss so charming, lips to connect as you feel yourself fall into his touch, the internal giggles creating nothing but smiles that are shared between pecks. and you ask yourself why you’re doing this.

it’s almost that now, you’d wonder if this was what your past self would’ve wanted for you both. that if you saw yourself creating memories with him, the tears he’s once caused would vanish, right?

as if you hadn’t cried over him at all.

that maybe if you stayed beside him throughout middle school, would you both still be in this position? placed under each other’s touch after spending years coping through the disappearance of his presence?

would he still care?

the curtains shifted through the half opened windows, the invitation of wind running through strands of hair as the moon revealed itself behind the trees. the trees that rustled as the rain poured itself through.

however, if you looked the opposite direction, the other windows that sit right across the room are left shut, but are also very revealing from behind. the behind that leads to the hallways, but also the entrance of the outside.

rows of glass line across the wooden walls, printed stains to cover. a barrier rests between two different areas, two different atmospheres.

but,

upon those windows….

leaves an untouched curtain.

a untouched curtain that’s given the smallest movement,

enough movement to reveal a sight one’s never wanted to see.

but also enough movement to shatter one’s heart.

because right behind those very windows,

stands a boy.

a boy that had once searched the fields, sorrowful eyes glaring through the window with overlapping breaths. heavy ones.

a boy that’s completely soaked, a sigh, an exhale, a breath of disappointment to escape as he eases into the view.

a boy that has now turned away, his trudging footsteps marking the hallway, an umbrella out of reach.

an umbrella that was unable to hover, but to only vanish upon his grip through the pouring weather. away from his grasp, far from his fingers.

an umbrella that was unable to capture the rain that drenches him full, droplets rolling down his cheeks.

an umbrella that was unable to bring the safety,

the light he had hoped to find.

“did you hear that?”

an umbrella…

“hear what?”

.

“nevermind.”

that broke jungwon apart.

◦ synopsis middle school years were difficult for you. After you finally moved away from your supposedly old bully, an unexpected surprise begans to follow

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