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Phobia Drabble Prompt

Lockiophobia: Our muses have a baby together.

The smell of freshly picked rosemary filled the kitchen as Kyungsoo sauntered slowly, wearing his old tattered 501’s with the stitching all ruined by the ends from wear and tear. He remembered her borrowing them, wearing them when they stayed out too late laying on a haystack, laughing on about the blunders of farming with her, perhaps going on and on with their random topics until they fell weak into bliss and woke up with tired eyes, swollen lips and a lot of purplish hickeys all over her neck and his chest.

He took a long nap after fixing that hinge on the door, which only took half an hour. Though it wasn’t difficult, the long walk going to the nearest store may have worn him out, especially since he barely slept a wink from last night.. again, for the third time in a row this week. “What’s for lunch,” he asks with his husky morning voice still yet to adjust. Sooyeon replies something about a vegetarian menu for the evening since she’s had enough meat from last night, inserting a wink here and there with their usual banters, but he doesn’t get to fight back with an even dirtier statement. He was distracted. His hands were searching for his rubber slippers but they seemed to have been taken away. He hears a couple of footsteps from a few meters away, maybe four of footsteps added to that.

A dog’s behind was hard to hide, wagging its tail. Dumb. So dumb and cute, he thinks as he covered his mouth with the back of his hand to mask the chuckle. “I can see you there, Vanille.” Supposedly, he expected another old dog walk behind her, ready to jump on her as usual. But it was a small one, tailing behind her aimlessly. A mixed breed follows, stumbling and bumping its head along the edge of the table’s foot. It was slightly rounded, a bit caramel-colored from the lighting off the large windows. “You too, Mochi.”

Finally, a little girl with wobbly feet, somewhat inexperienced in standing still and walking fast was seen holding onto its leash, pushing its butt when the pup named Mochi was slacking off on the floor. “And you,” he points out while kneeling down to the child’s level, who was pouting while hiding behind the dog. She started showing those six tiny pairs of teeth she had, being a little over 10 months at the moment, giving off a disgruntled look. “You left umma at the kitchen. Now she’s making that porridge you like all by herself. Tsk, tsk.”

LETTER, LETTERS!» not accepting.

Dear Sooyeon, 

First off, I need you to know that it’s quite late for me right now and I’m feeling slightly sleepy while writing this letter, but I really want to do this for you. I’ve got so many things to talk about you, you know. I’ve had lots and lots of friends, people come and they go - but to actually think that you’re the first person I’ve ever spoken to and yet, you still have it in you to stick around by my side till this day, it’s something admirable really. I’m not the easiest person to deal with, but you still tell me that you love me each and every time we’d talk to each other. Our schedules always clash - whenever you’re free, I’m not and when I am, you’re not. But one thing I love is how we still find time for each other despite all of this and I love it, I love you for it. 

It’s been so long, almost two years since we’ve known each other? Can you believe it? A few months to go and we’d have known each other for that long. It’s crazy to look back at things, you’ve seen everything that’s ever happened to me and one of the important things is that... you’ve watched me grow, watched me make mistakes but still love me nonetheless. Some people would think you’re intimidating or that you’re hard to approach but honestly? You’re a huge ball of fluff whenever we talk, and you just ooze out positivity and all the love you truly hold. It’s so... freeing to have someone like you beside me, someone who has never thought of leaving even when times get hard. 

You’ve always been there for me, happy times and sad times. All you do is give me love and support, endlessly. How do you do that? I’m really lucky to be one of your close friends. It honestly feels nice. I cherish you a lot and I know I’ve said this before but I look up to you. Sometimes, I aspire to have some of your traits. You’re strong and independent, yet so graceful and you know how to handle things. You’re just so admirable and I love that about you so much. In a way, you’re gentle and tough and I want to be like that. I suppose I shouldn’t ramble on anymore and get myself some sleep but thank you for being in my life! I love yooooou.

Wow, I should be content with my balls. Okay…

Okay.