#heuinari

[ LETTERS ! ]

Dear future me,

Are you Kim Hanmi? Or are you ChuGaeul? If you’re Kim Hanmi I’m guessingthat you’ve somehow found your way home.If you’re Chu Gaeul I’m guessing you’re stillaiming towards the dream of building your owncafe. But I’m curious... Have you found anotherto love or are you still alone pushing everysingle person away from you? Kim Hanmi,I’m trying to set a good future for you butI’m slightly confused with what path I shouldwalk us through. I hope it’s all good in the future. I hope you’re treated well by othersand that you’ve maintained some friends to walk with you through your life. I don’t like you being too lonely. You’ve suffered most of your life tothis day alone and lost. I want there to be somefriend or some lover to help you outwith your life. But you just push them away?I don’t want you to be scared anymore. Iwant you to spend your life living it likeothers. I wish you happiness, and don’tforget how much you love yourself.Even if everyone turns against you know that your past self is rooting for you!

‘THE SANDMAN’ SENTENCE STARTERS - sorry, closed ! 

“have the letters finally cut to your heart?” his preoccupation with his novel halts to throw the girl a glance from the pages of what pronounced of sickening romance (wuthering heights, emily bronte). his words always pronounce all there is to love, 

why of course he has her entranced. in the need for him illicitly, alone in dream. fool-proof.

hearing these words he had longed for from bom ignites a shot of adrenaline into his hungry veins, chest throttling. “and what would you have dreamed of?” sehun asks, his voice piquing to coax some elation to his ears. to allow the relief drown him softly at the words this stubborn heart. 

(like a shot into the vein, drug-like and wildly addictive. adderall, a heart’s dance.) 

his chest burns fast, he finally clutches her in his greedy hand. oh sehun had waited, waited for - just too long. his words were the magic that was suppose to warp this foolish girl’s heart, her prancing mind in the blessed grasp of his divine hand. the human’s vulnerability lies in their sleep and what consists of their dreams. 

(his fingers drum against the back of his paperback, in silent, shriling delight.) 

shoving his seat to stand, approaching the now splayed out girl before him. vulnerable, chest out - sehun will have a finger, then three, then a hand flushed between the cages of eun bom’s chest and fish out the muscle of her palpitating chest, bloody. this is how a god takes the sacrifice of a mortal. 

oh sehun, with a master of language and the ability of his predecessors, like magic, can induce such vulnerability.

“do you dream of me and what i had promised you in my letters? do you dream of battering eyelashes, stolen breathes and my fingers aching to trace you?” stepping closer, “that i dissipate this ennui with a touch, a kiss and the wrinkling of cotton sheets?” 

stepping closer, intrigue winding in the highest tract of tension. smiling, of course. what is the harm to a friendly dabble of sarcasm and dangling of vulnerability? 

( - he’ll tear it out her veins and heart strings and maybe sink canines in to know what a denying heart tastes like, he’s never had one of those so determined before. seamless. this is how a god blesses a mortal with his touch.)