I live by you, desire

I stand by you, walk through the fire

Your love is my scripture

Let me into your encryption

A small sigh erupted from the young girl’s lips as she sprawled out across the living room floor, mouthing along to the words while her head bobbed from side to side. The phone in her thin hands blasted the music as she aimlessly pressed buttons. She couldn’t take the quiet for too long and right now, it was too quiet. Rolling onto her back, Aubrie emitted another sigh, slightly louder than last time to make her point more obvious. Glancing at the clock in the top corner of the screen, a small pout formed on her lips. Eleven thirty-six; the night was still young.

It was the first night of Aubrie’s week long vacation, spending the day sleeping to start her relaxation process. After constant school and work, she felt like a break was needed. Luckily enough for her, school was having a short break to free up her days and her grandparents were nice enough to give her nights off. Aubrie took the vacation humbly, grateful for it but now, she wanted to do something. She was tired of sitting around and had only one thing in mind.

When she heard of the vacation that she was getting, Aubrie quickly called up Isaiah, making plans with him as soon as she could. It was almost a given, an unspoken rule for the two to hangout when they both had the opportunity to. Despite only meeting him a couple of months prior, she felt like she had known him for the better part of her life. He was a good friend, someone that Aubrie was glad to have met. Rolling back onto her stomach, she couldn’t help but glance towards his direction. To say she had grown fond of the man would be an understatement. She often tried to push the thoughts to the back of her head, knowing that he didn’t feel the same way about her. She was just a friend and Aubrie accepted that. Though, sometimes she wished it would be something more.

Shaking the thoughts from her head, the girl pushed herself into a sitting position as the song ending, bringing back the silence that she hated so much. With a quick movement of her hand she playfully slapped his leg, glancing up at the man with the innocent large eyes she tried so many times on. She moved across his living room quickly to get closer to the boy, making sure her point would get across.

“Isaiah, I’m bored,” she said frankly as she poked his leg. “I want to get drunk, let’s go out!” Pushing herself up on the couch next to him, she couldn’t help but rest her head against his shoulder, trying her absolute best to get a reaction from the older boy. Before she could wait for an answer, Aubrie wrapped her arms around his shoulders with a small pout. Affection was nothing new for Aubrie, she did it to almost everyone and especially her friends. They were all used to it, especially Isaiah. It wasn’t like he had much of a choice in the matter, so Aubrie made sure that he was accustomed to it. She could read his body when she was physical with him but now, it was a blank slate. Not one hug back or a joking push away all night and she was beginning to worry.

Grapholagnia - The urge to stare at obscene pictures.

Break Me: I will write an angsty drabble about our characters.

A sigh escaped her lips as she leaned against the rough bark of the old pine tree, head tilting upward towards the dark grey clouds. Great. Even mother nature wasn't on her side today. Frustration welled in the pits of her stomach, knotting up her inside as she turned her head towards the strange yet familiar man sitting on the bench. It was already her tenth visit to the park, and the man was always there, idly sitting on the bench looking off into the distance thinking who knew what. From the first moment she'd laid eyes on him, flashbacks to her past increased in relevancy. The man's resemblance to Jiyong was frightening. Skepticism had gripped her upon first glance, as, it wasn't the first time she'd mistaken someone else for the boy who'd sneaked his way into her heart - taking so many of her firsts. Her first kiss - albeit the accident; Her first venture into the city of London without a caretaker; Her first movie trip. In the man, she saw the young boy she'd came to regard as family during her childhood in the london orphanage, an older brother, a secret crush - someone who'd brought both laughter, happiness, and tears to her. But that young boy was in London. Not Seoul. A hand subconsciously rubbed the nape of her neck, fingers trailing on the edges of the infinite symbol tattooed on both her heart and body. It..can't be him right? but god if it is...I swear The nostalgia seemed to brew into anger, then happiness, sadness, before interlacing into a web of exasperation. 

Chohee's grip tightened on her camera as her eyes dug into the annoyingly HD photograph displayed on the small digital screen. She already lost track of how many times her eyes meticulously went over the digital photograph - The first reencounter. She'd been visiting the park in search of inspiration for a new project, aimlessly exploring and taking pictures of the scenery when the camera lense settled on the odd color of the man's hair. The white mohawk stood out among the few pedestrians that strolled through the park, and just as the shutters clicked, the man had turned around, as if he knew she'd been there. Flustered, she'd bowed apologetically, before quickly walking away. It wasn't until she was at a safe distance that she looked over the picture for the first time. The similarity between the stranger and Jiyong catching her off guard. The familiarity of the chocolate brown orbs was strikingly painful, but at the same time, it'd sparked her curiosity.  Since then, she frequented the park, attempting to unravel the mystery from afar.

Each visit she'd battled with herself, attempting to pick just the right moment to approach him. The time seemed to finally come on the grey, slightly hazy saturday afternoon. Mustering up the courage and attempting to quell the emotions stirring within her, Chohee stood up. Hands patting the dirt off her jean shorts, she took the first step forward. Followed by another, and another. Left. right, Left right. she repeated to herself as she managed to force a smile on her lips. Afterall, it's always better to approach someone with a smile - right? Just in case the man was not Jiyong. 

With a slight grogginess to his step, Soohyuk made his way to the park. The wind played with his loose t-shirt, the stains over years and years of painting on sidewalks and park benches showing faded color and reminiscence of fingerprints that once had such care for the worn cotton. Each stain meant something, whether it was significant or not did not matter, the fact was the amount that showed through the wrinkles. Each color was used for something, each finger had the residue for good reason.

Good reason, his reason. Right now he was going to find a muse, whether it would be the greening of trees and grass or a blue-haired old woman was beyond him. He'd just sit and wait before he found something worth copying to his ability and putting on a canvas. He wasn't very into cubism or abstract art, though sometimes he thought he was smart enough to get shapes and disjunct lines to come together to create a mock-Picasso.

Of course, he never really earned himself happiness through it. 

Soohyuk leaned the canvas against the park bench and he set his paints on the seat as he fixed the easel to his height sitting down. His watercolors stared at him from their seat on the bench and lured him into their light pastels, beside them sat his favorite ink pen, perfect for outlining if he were in the mood. Once he looked up, he saw blonde hair. It was natural, he couldn't properly tell if it was dyed or not but in his mind he deemed it natural for the sake of a muse. Quickly, he took his brush and put it in his mouth for placement as he opened his jar of water.