#d:icendum

It isn’t entirely something foreign, to have the older woman throw pickup lines at her every now and then due to the jocular personality she possesses. Truthfully, Taeyeon finds herself to be conflicted with such occurences, mainly due to the fact that she considers the lines so playful yet entirely awkward; of course, it’s become the norm ever since the two friends have chosen to share an apartment. Unfortunately, she’s never been endowed with the ability to reply to such phrases as effortlessly as she wishes, and she isn’t the most remarkable with overt or humorous lines, finding herself either bashful or just stoic as per usual before she shrugs the words off with a quick eye roll.

Her friend’s lips are beginning to curve into one of her rather impish grins, and the female’s gaze flickers away only to be lured back with a quiet chortle bubbling from the taller’s lips.

Taeyeon yanks at the hem of her hood, two dainty fingers coiling around the fabric to tug it further over her forehead as she continues to make her way past the bodies of other jaded and occupied pedestrians. Rain pours relentlessly, hundreds of droplets bouncing off of the umbrella wielded securely in her slender hands, coupled with the others plummeting towards her soft features after being swayed by the breeze. She’s the only one who isn’t running, considering there’s fatigue lingering in her presence and she has no decided destination. The wind gets stronger with each blow, harsh gusts immediately sending shivers pirouetting along her thin spine. It’s in this sudden whirlwind-like blow where her exhaustion catches up and coaxes her feet to fail her, a sudden shove from a stranger passing in a rush bringing the woman’s quick steps to liner and end with a couple seconds of staggering.

She assumes that her porcelain physique will soon be silhouetted against the dark of the pavement, and her eyes only flutter shut to brace the fall she’s going for.

But it never comes.

Not when calloused fingertips reflexively reach to hook onto whatever available; judging by the sudden impact of her palm against a rather highly statured object, she can only guess that she’s taken hold of someone’s arm — their shoulder. And that, she has. The metal of the umbrella is still clutched between her free hand, the realization of the situation dawning upon her rather unusually scattered mind once the person she has a tight grip on emits a dismissive “don’t touch me.” His tone is harsh, a shrug of his shoulder loosening the grasp around the covered skin, luring out only a mumbled mixture of profanities from carmine tiers as Taeyeon regains her previously diminished composure, shielding herself from the cascading droplets almost immediately whilst offering some sort of a better apology towards the man she encountered.

Sleep doesn’t come easily for the female; her eyelids fail to fall shut with peace and she can only toss and turn repeatedly until she’s piqued by her mannerisms, bringing her to trudge her way out of the confinement of her bed only to be tackled the chilly midnight air. The same scenario had played out earlier, and it now leaves Taeyeon to wander aimlessly around the expanse of the parking lot, a loose sweater being the only article that manages to keep the chill out as it drapes her petite frame. Her steps lead her past an array of vehicles, and she tries not to liner to spare her boots from the muddy water here and there.

One headphone tucked into her ear, the soft beat that races through her tired and more scattered than anything mind coaxes a few quite lyrics to fall past her lips before they pale into barely audible hums. For the time being, it’s almost as if her body moves solely to the sound of the music pulsing at a somewhat quiet volume. Her arms cross over her front, phone safe in her pockets as her expression is kept emotionless yet soft all at once. Despite the silence that embraces her, before she knows it, her state of solitude is whisked away. Light footsteps, barely audible taps against the dark pavement snatch her attention away immediately, and Taeyeon hears the person approaching long before she pierces her gaze from the ground to their figure.

Silently, dainty fingers roam the space in her pockets, flitting against the unnecessary coins and keys confined within before delving her hands into the material. More critical than anything is her gaze, and Taeyeon keeps it on the stranger, inspecting the male and picking up on any details carefully as paranoia has her wary of him being of any threat. Curiosity tickles up her spine, intent scrutiny never failing for she finds him to be the oblivious Hatter, but perhaps he’s not of the such as his own vision aligns with her’s after the couple seconds of her relentless staring, no emotion being portrayed with the two words falling past his lips. “It’s late,”

[ falls into a pit of happiness and sobs—

Thank you very much, m’love, I’m really glad you feel that way and I can easily say that I feel the same about your writing and muse as well, it’s all just so lovely and I’m glad to have someone such as yourself in my life and someone such as Nae in Tae’s life.

tucks a paper heart into your pocket and runs off q u q ]