#anon!blurbs

this was everything you traditionally shied away from, the alcohol and the weed and the reality that you did not belong at this party. yet, here you were, at your friend's insistence that this would be a one-time occasion (note: it wouldn't), dressed in the most remotely revealing clothes that resided in your closet (note: nothing compared to some of the attendees, some of whom clad only in lingerie for fuck's sake), standing in the corner of the living room with an unknown beverage in your hand.

"what brings you here?" mingi, a boy from your statistics class, inquired, shockingly sober in contrast to everybody at the party.

"my friend dragged me here by force," you answered timidly, eyes downcast to your heels, "you?"

"well, wooyoung, san, yeosang, and yunho wanted to party after midterms, so i came along; you know i would never turn down free alcohol." 

you only rolled your eyes, regardless of whether or not mingi would see it or not (he probably did—eye-rolls traditionally were an action that necessitated your entire being, in the first place), ears quirking upward at the opening croons of code kunst's "xi", the jazzy flow a stark parallel to the customary upbeat edm-slash-baile funk-slash-reggaeton music of the evening. 

sensing your particular enjoyment for this song, mingi asked, "shall we dance?" trepidation overcoming you, you abandoned your untouched cup, favoring the company of mingi and his dancing, tentatively coiling your arms around his neck as he rested his large hands on your waist, the touch leaving heat as mingi rocked the two of you back and forth. 

"you know," mingi started, "there's a lyric in this song that particularly resonates with me."

"and which one is that?" you ask, the feeling of the tall boy being in such proximity with you leaving you feeling in a nebulochaotic haze, despite knowing you didn't drink anything with the slightest tinge of alcohol in its contents.

leaning in close to you, he whispered the line just as it appeared, perfectly in tune with lee hi's voice—"love is like a pack of cigarettes, yeah it kills me. but fuck that i need you right now." 

"then, what's stopping you?" you rebut, an unusually daunting amount of confidence overcoming you as mingi pulled you closer to him, hand resting on the small of your back as you arched into his touch.

[2:07 am] a room full of giggles and small whines. the lights in the room were dimmed and soft music was playing in the background. another whine.

“hey! that’s cold.” you knew he was pouting from the tone in his voice. another giggle. “well, you wanted me to do this, baby.”

he let out a small grunt of annoyance because he knew you were right. you smiled. you loved little moments like these. and the moments leading up to those moments. you think back on how this started and smiled even wider.

~

you and yeosang were sitting on the couch, cuddled to each other. you were rested against the arm of the couch, and yeosang was rested in between your legs with his head on you, buried in your chest. he would occasionally lean up and give you a peck on the cheek or on the lips.

you began to rub his back, lightly trailing your fingers up and down the length of it, and he let out a content sigh. you grinned and continued rubbing his back. eventually, you ended up sliding your hands underneath his shirt and running your hands up and down the pit of his back, feeling the curve of his back, his spine, the smooth texture of his supple skin.

“man I just really love your back.” yeosang looked up at you with a confused expression, causing you to giggle. “what?”

he smiled and buried his face in your chest, trying to hide the fact that he was blushing. you smiled fondly and ran your hands through his hair a couple times, before he looked up at you again.

“then, will you paint my back?” he looked up at you with, silently pleading you with his eyes. it was now your turn to look confused. “why?”

“well, you’re really artistic, your art is amazing, and you said you like my back, so, why not? come on, it’ll be fun!” you let out a sigh, smirked to yourself, and shook your head.

“why not?” he smiles excitedly.

~

“what are you painting??” he’d been asking this question for a few minutes now, and you couldn’t help but smile again.

“I told you, it’s a surprise.” yeosang pouted.

and so you continued painting his back, occasionally dipping the paint brush into more colors, grazing his back with the light strokes of your pant brush, and maybe making him laugh a little in the process because, ‘it tickles’.

after awhile, you finally finish and put the paint brush down with a proud smile. “there. all done.”

“take a picture, let me see!” so you took his phone and took a picture of the painting, showing it to him.

“its beautiful.” he smiles and gets up, sitting criss crossed in front of you, looking at you. “a galaxy?”

“yeah! a galaxy goes on for forever, right?”

“mhm. why?”

“well, then that’s how long I’ll love you. forever.”

and as he smiled at you, his eyes lit up with a new kind of love, the kind that is like a fire, the kind that can never be dulled. he pulled you close, and kissed you as if it was the last time he ever would.

I saw this and instantly thought of you

– Seonghwa anom [hi, guess you know who I am now 🤷🏻‍♀️]