#honbears

       midnight  skies,  swathed  in  silken  tenebrosity,  juxtaposes  the  plethora  of  infinitesimal  specks  emblazoned  across  its  canvas,  struggling  to  burn  brighter  in  the  midst  of  the  scintillating  moon.  thin  rays  of  alabaster  kiss  the  ripples  that  disturbs  the  surface  of  the  water,  noir  depths  daunting  yet  beautiful,  insidious  yet  serene.  gelid  zephyrs,  expelled  from  mother  nature’s  quivering  lungs,  seeps  into  layers  of  cotton  && fleece,  causing  an  elfin  physique  to  press  closer  against  a  bulkier  frame,  rapaciously  pilfering  the  inklings  of  warmth  generated  by  his  body.  lithe  digits,  intertwined  with  his  at  the  seams,  loosens,  comfortably  settling  within  the  crevices  of  his  palm,  seeking  solace  within  the  weight  && heat  it  diffuses  as  evidence  of  his  tangibility  (  she  hopes  that  he  isn’t  too  perturbed  by  the  bizarre  request  to  hold  his  hand  ).          through  the  flutter  of  lashes  &&  roseate  suffused  cheeks,  –  likely  the  work  of  both  frigidity &&  hazy sentimentality  procured  from  narrowed  propinquity  –  irises  sneak  furtive  glances  heavenwards  towards  bespectacled  countenance,  perhaps  lingering  a  few  seconds  too  long  upon  chapped  lips  with  each  succession  && rousing  a  smoldering  desire  to  share  strawberry  infused  chapstick  in  a  rather unconventional  manner  that  entailed  discarded  propriety.  aside  from  the  tantalizing  temptation  that  tests  the  ends  of  her  resolve, he  is  truly  a  sight  to  behold.  utterly  ethereal  beneath  the  moon’s  milky  luminescence,  the  stars  themselves  seemed  to  have  taken  residence  within  the  comforts  of  his  eyes,  complexion  radiant  &&  contours  accentuated.  but  even  when  he  is  tucked  away  from  the  moon,  whether  lavishing  coco  with  attention  or  immersed  in  the  chaos  of  virtual  games,  he  is  beautiful,  she  thinks.  even  in  the  midst  of  masterpieces  such  as  the  statue  of  david,  the  water  lily  pond,  &&  the  sistine  chapel,  her  eyes  would  be  drawn  to  him.       bang  mingyu  was  art.        the  staccato  within  her  chest  quickens  its  pace,  vascular  vessel  swollen  with  ardent  adoration  for  the  boy  that  wormed  his  way  into  her  daily  happenings.  from  steady  exchanges  of  tasteful  memes  to  the  occasional  meet  up  when  time  is  of  excess,  he  is  a  permanent  fixture  within  her  world,  captivating  a  languished  heart  with  the  sweet  curvature  of  a  kissable  mouth.        quiescence  is  broken  by  his  velvety  baritone,  snapping  her  out  of  her  daze  &&  returning  her  consciousness  to  reality.  she  gives  herself  a  moment  to  allow  his  observation  to  simmer,  the  cogs  of  her  mind  working  to  dismantle  it  into  comprehension.  diffidence  begins  to  trickle  within  the  labyrinth  of  her  veins,  cheeks  ablaze.      it’s  because  of  you.  for  you.        it  is  as  though  she  could  hear  the  syllables  leaping  off  the  apex  of  her  tongue  with  ariose  vox,  timorous &&  tumbling  into  an  abyss  of  uncertain  confessions && unrequited  sentiments.  she  wonders  what  he’d  say,  bearing  the  knowledge  that  a  frivolous  girl  –  one  with  no  particularly  striking  qualities,  one  who  withered  in  comparison  to  others  with  swan-like  beauty,  one  who  is  average  at  best  in  everything,  one  who  is  a  murderer  of  her  own  kin  –  is  hopelessly  enamored  with  him,  a  being  deserving  of  the  universe  &&  more.  would  he  recoil  back,  severing  their  ties?  would  he  proffer  a  sympathetic  smile  &&  kindly  return  her  heart,  as  true  to  his  aureate  self?  thickened  bitterness  is  swallowed,  akin  to  the  twinges  of  viridescent  jealousy  when  potential  suitors  approach  with  a  flirtatious  simper.  she  wouldn’t  –  no,  couldn’t  jeopardize  their  precious  bond,  even  if  it  meant  watching  him  fall  for  someone  that  wasn’t  her.            but  her  blood  runs  cold  when  realization  dawns.           ❝  a-ah!  i  meant  because  of  coco!  she’s  just  so  adorable,  y’know?  ❞  neurotic  laughter  bubbles  forth  in  spite  of  the  crushing  avoirdupois  upon  her  chest,  hastily  retracting  her  hand  from  his  as  though  his  touch  burned  (  although  almost  immediately,  molten  regret  flares  ).  eunha  knows  that  ‘  you  ‘  sounds  nothing  like  ‘  coco,  ‘  but  she  tries  anyways,  clinging  to  the  last  threads  that  could  unravel.  she  widens  the  space  between  them  upon  the  park  bench,  gaze  wandering  anywhere  but  on  him,  cerise  dermis  falters  not  even  as  the  breeze  caresses  the  heated  flesh.  icy  trepidation  incurs  nausea  &&  stinging  eyes,  moisture  threatening  to  collect  &&  cascade,  pangs  reverberating  throughout  her  entire  being  whilst  trembling  breaths  are  purloined  by  consternation.         i  don’t  want  to  lose  you.

( beginning  of a dragon’s tale )  ft:  anyone you desire to toss at me !

          ❝  오-빠-야,  i  th-ink  you  need  a  new  prescription.  ❞

          in  spite  of  her  dismissal  of  the  fallacious  observation  with  the  whiny  lilt  that  overtakes  her  vocal  chords,  furtive  surges  of  fondness  manifested  as  warmth  causes  the  overwrought  vessel  within  her  chest  to  swell  &&  flutter  incessantly,  liquid  honey  laving  across  a  tongue  in  sheer,  aureate  gratification.  diffidence  trickles  forth  in  the  form  of  an  embarrassed  smile  twitching  at  the  corners  of  fraise  tiers,  cheek  pressed  further  against  the  broad  slope  of  his  shoulder  in  an  effort  to  conceal  it  from  his  wandering  eyes.  compliments  were  a  difficult  pill  to  swallow,  often  vehemently  rejected  or  presumed  to  be  for  another  by  her  obstinate  self,  but  perhaps,  if  it  was  from  him,  she  wouldn’t  mind.  deep  within  her,  in  fact,  lies  a  guilty  yearning  for  more.            not  that  she  would  tell  him,  of  course.           there  is  a  pleasant  buzz  that  settles  within  her  veins,  teetering  between  upon  the  precipice  of  tipsy  &&  drunk,  made  ever-sweeter  with  the  presence  of  the  cavity  monster™  she  gratefully  called  friend,  perpetually  lethal  to  a  hopeless  heart  (  how  much  longer  must  she  bear  this  agony  before  it  combusts?  ).  but  there  is  suddenly  a   fleeting  brush  of  lips  against  heated  flesh,  &&  in  her  intoxicated  haze,  her  mind  struggles  to  register.  realization  dawns,  although  delayed,  &&  the  delicate  flush  of  carnations  upon  the  apples  of  her  cheeks  bursts  aflame  into  a  raging  inferno,  brumal  hands  scrambling  to  mold  against  her  burning  countenance.  the  vascular  vessel  encaged  within  her  chest  fares  no  better,  for  it  knocks  furiously  against  her  ribcage  in  uneven  succession.  garbled  nonsense  sputters  from  quivering  lips,  breaths  pilfered  by  none  other  than  him.          god,  he  was  going  to  be  the  death  of  her.

                                                                               ♡ 은하 & 민규 ♡                                                                                   @honbears

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Light floods the darkened room, spreading its fingers to each corner, creeping ever so slowly in the same way the creatures on the screen themselves crawled. Minwoo had never found horror movies to be as frightening as most did, he watched them solely for the adrenaline rush the jump scares often provided him. It was strange how such a quiet man could remain equally as quiet when shrill screams pierced through the air. With knees pressed to his chest, his eyes widen as he watches with chin perched atop his folded limbs. Out of his peripheral, his sight falls on the way the boy beside him sits with half his face covered. Whether ready to mask his eyes or his screams, he’s unsure. Neither matters because the gears of his mind are already working as he inches closer to his friend. Letting his gaze flicker from the screen with blood splattered across the scene, back to the elder, his fingers crawl till he manages to quickly apply pressure to the other’s shoulder.

And there it was.

The exact reaction he had been hoping for. Minwoo hides a mischievous grin with his palm, eyes growing larger as if in shock when the other voices his thoughts. A ghost -- really? He holds back the temptation to roll his eyes, he’s ready to milk the fear as much as he can. Or until his laughter gives him away. “Woah, what?” His tone is incredulous and yet tethering on overly dramatic. Minwoo, a classic hype man, but using his abilities for evil! He plays the narrative in his head as if to heighten his own excitement. Moving himself to sit on the edge of his seat, he looks around as if searching for this supposed spirit.