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( ☏ : JII )          —     I’ll be waiting with excitement honestly          —     I’m really looking forward to it now          —     You turn me into a book reader, Jii.. is this a good thing?         —     or am i getting old? jk

‘’ Just ignore me.. if what i’m saying is to hard or something like that.. feel free and ignore me. It can be good practice to when we won’t speak anymore’’ Lana added with a sigh, leaning her head up as she closed her eyes. She didn’t know what she was saying or why her words got out so wrong and hard. She didn’t want to fight, she didn’t want to say mean things and yet.. her mouth couldn’t shut up. 

She knew she couldn’t do nor say anything to stop what was going to happen, but she didn’t understand why he told her. Sure they haven’t known each other for long but Lana couldn’t help but to care, she had lost so many people in her young life and she didn’t want to know another person that would be lost. She wished with all she had that she could do something for him, but she knew she couldn’t. 

‘’Sometimes life just isn’t fair.. taking people who want to be around and letting people who wish do vanish to still be walking around.’’ 

She wasn’t to sure why she said that out loud, she didn’t mean to but it was true, she knew so many people that wish they wouldn’t be around or living that are and people she had lost who didn’t want to leave but they had to. Life wasn’t fair and Lana hated it. She hated everything that she couldn’t change ever hard and sad thing that would or was happening to people she knew. 

‘’If i could i would take your pain away and make you smile again.. not a fake smile that so many have seen on your lips but a real smile. ‘’ she mumbled out with a sigh. 

It’s enough.

This pointless to-and-fro must end; better it sooner than later. They’d began to repeat themselves, dialogue differing only slightly with every sentence — in the end, the same points from both sides can be deducted; he will go, she will resent him for it. Yet, he continues to question her motives; why is she so wrapped up in something so ( in his eyes ) insignificant. 

Cracking ink stained knuckles, his exasperation is evident. Not a behaviour often displayed, he himself is surprised at the constant seesaw of emotions. Jisung grows tired quickly. Albeit, he may be able to encompass a human’s soul in his writing, he will fail a countless amount of times in the attempt to comprehend one. Describing a person is far more easier than understanding one — he’s good at the theoretical part, the mechanisms of what makes a human, well, human — and in actual practice he finds it rare that some people will react in the way one initially anticipates. 

Well, is there any point of wasting even more time? They were going in circles; pointless, stubborn notions refusing to leave either of them. Exhale. Inhale. Jisung reminds himself not to be hasty, not in a moment of irritation as such; but no matter how tight he clenches his jaw, how hard he bites on his tongue, he cannot refrain from striking back.

After all, what weapon could compare to the words of a writer? Dipped in poison, they can be the most torturous of death sentences. 

🍓 ° With her destination in sight she’s practically beaming, her legs attempting to swiftly get her to safety but just as the door to his bedroom got closer it suddenly became out of reach. As he closed it, she skidded to a stop and looked at him. She was still playfully smiling even though she realized that her plan had completely failed. Painted fingernails reached up to try and quickly sweep her hair out of her face. Ever so slowly, the girl took one step and then another backwards. “Going? Not going anywhere…” Laughter was bubbling up in her and she tried not to burst into a fit of it. 

That was when she realized it, that she was having fun. It had been a while since she’d been able to play around like this and as she continued to back away, her heart beat quicker only this time it was with a new emotion. She was being carefree, she was in the moment, she was happy. Just as she was about to turn on her heels he spoke and she tilted her head to the side, looking at him, “Maybe.” Definitely not. “Oppa… just… wait, did you see that?” Dramatically looking to the side, she glanced out the window and ran towards it. “Oh my gosh! There’s a cool looking bird. Hey, you could write about this!” 

—And as she leaned her forehead against the glass she chucked the cigarettes down her shirt.

Her attempts with admirable, endearing — but he was partial to her antics, so the amusement was not exactly a revelation. Watching the merriment, her childish antics feel too perfect, almost as though they’d been constructed carefully; wasn’t this almost cinematic? A fleeting moment that will remain embedded in his memories.

There was no bird, that much he could guess. Still, he goes along with it. Sometimes Jisung can have fun — playing along, his nose almost pressing against the window as eyes dart along the landscape of his ( quiet honestly, drab ) view. An elongated sigh slips out, the dramatics are ensuing: “Oh, woe is me— I must have missed it, now how can I write about something I never got to witness?”

Though blind to her fictitious bird, her attempt to conceal his cigarettes down her shirt does not go unnoticed. Did she really think that would stop him? How comical it was to witness such acts from the rather proper Jung Chaeyeon.  Slow, almost undetectable movements, allow him to position himself slightly behind her; it’s easier now, and with a change of pace, he wraps an arm around her shoulder and perches his chin upon her head. 

He’s finally got her.

“You’re right, we are going to need more than just one bottle because God knows one is not enough for me.” She snickered, her gaze falling down on her glass before taking another sip. The female told herself countless times that she should slow down with the drinking but it was too difficult; with the stress and everything that had been going on with her life. Perhaps this could be her last drink of the year, perhaps not. “Should we drink something other than champagne?” She grinned before taking another swig of her drink.

🍓 ° The word ‘playful’ would be quite the understatement concerning the expression that danced over the girl’s features as he threatened her. Chaeyeon’s body wriggled slightly on the couch as she continued to shove the pack of cigarettes deeper into the cushion, “I don’t know what you’re talking about!” She said it in a joking manner, protest spilling forth as she continued to grin up at him. It was obvious that, although having exactly what he wanted, she was definitely soon to be caught and so she let her dark brown eyes glance around the room to plan her escape.

Like a scene from a movie, she mapped out her route and upon glancing back at Jisung, she shook her head quickly. Her hair was a mess, strands falling into her eyes as she let her fingers grasp onto the object in question, “You can tickle me if you want… that is, if you can catch me!” As her lips uttered the last word she sprung up, hopping over the back of the couch and running towards the safety of his bedroom.

He knows her. He knows her too well — well enough to know that this display of impulses are anything but. She’s too much of a worrier, too much of a thinker to have done this without any prior preparation. It must have been a fleeting idea from the past, perhaps on one of the occasions where she’d been been nagging him to quit this ‘disgusting’ habit of his ( not her description, but he assumes that her view differs little ). Then, like many of her brains little concoctions, is grows. 

Though Jisung doubts very much that her great escape was planned in great details. That was the result of spontaneity at its finest. He was proud — or he would be. Right after he catches her. 

His strides are quick, an arm outstretched to press the door of his room shut. There would be no save haven for her, not from him. “Where do you think you’re going missy?” With the habitual cock of a brow, a smirk plays on his lips. It would be easy, too easy, for him to reach over and capture her. But it’s fun to watch her scamper around — the kittenish grin upon her sweet lips and the burst of brightness with every step, it’s a pleasant sight. He almost forgets himself, forgets his dire need for a cigarette. 

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    ☂ } so life was sparing her here. the stranger didn’t seem at all rattled by her negligence, and that was a relief. but the issue was much larger than just their abrupt encounter. she couldn’t just disregard it with the notion that he’ll find the powdered stain later during the day and he’ll dismiss it– besides, what if it caused him trouble? what if his wife, or girlfriend, or something, noticed it and misunderstood? here, she’s overthinking. but better to overthink than under, right?

“i’m okay– yeah. i just–” her eyes leaped from the male’s features and his coat. from her line of sight, the stain wasn’t at all noticeable. but she knew very well that the minute he rotated his frame again, it’d be staring at her– maybe even glare. okay, so she’s panicking now. how would she save her the embarrassment, and him? she couldn’t just try patting it off his coat– not with him inside of it. he’ll probably either think she’s either insane, or a thief– or both.

but how else would she come about it?

“wha– wow, what’s your coat made out of?” there’s obvious nerves entwined in her words, but this was the only solution to the problem. at least– the only one she could fathom at the time. her fingers attached to the sleeve of the stranger’s coat as she’s pretending to study it, “it’s really– cool, yeah. can i see it for a second? just for a second!”

what an odd little creature. wouldn’t one make haste, disappear after such an embarrassing act of clumsiness? yet, here she remains, clinging onto the fabric of his coat. was this some dare or was he getting pranked? the first seemed more plausible from her awkward demeanour, however he couldn’t sense any eyes on her; if it was a dare, wouldn’t there be a gaggle of girls giggling along the sides somewhere? whatever her reason for lingering, she was lucky to have stumbled across him in such high spirits. 

a saccharine tune spills from his lips in the form of a hum; he gazes intensely, curious as this scene unfolds in front of him. it inspires a thread of thought; in his mind he begins to create a story for this eccentric soul and her apparent obsession over materials. “sorry, i’m not sure. usual coat material? if it means so much i can take it off and check the label?” the query isn’t exactly without an ulterior motive — perhaps if he can see her reaction there’ll be some indication as to why this blonde stranger was so taken by his (honestly, quite drab) overcoat.

though he may seem stoic, he’s more than amused by this whole situation. he’s in no rush nor does he find himself in any desire to disappear as of yet. for now he’s content with watching this artless little lady flail around. of course, that’s not without another little comment. “do you have some sort of thing for coats? is that it?” unsmiling, he’s glad that the humour reaches his voice. otherwise she may misunderstand. 

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