#jinyatsu

Girl please, you ain't wan' hurt ya oppa like that.

The wasn’t supposed to be this long, or this lonely and cold. But he was never the right person to complain when it comes to this. For majority of the people living in the same city as he is, the night is just too perfect for them. He’s just this person could never be satisfied with this beautiful evening while he suffered from his melancholic tendencies. He could whine all night of how disappointing his day was or how a simple act of kindness could erase his anxieties away but none has approached him yet. He could waste his mouth from puckering or pouting, his forehead from frowning his dismay about himself, or exhales a sigh as he sulk like a teenager stuck in his emo stage. He can do that, but Kiyong decided not to. After all, whiners aren’t really pretty creatures.He walks down the road alone with a thin coat clinging his body. His eyes rest on the ground most of the time, watching his feet kiss the ground, and take brave leaps here and there. He would only look up in the sky to check if the moon is still half, or to the side to make sure he's still safe in the pavement, and not aimlessly walking to death. He sighed a few times, natural at first but forceful after a few dozen. A proxy from his lack of word, rather the suppression. He continued to march from the busy market place to the main road nearby. He walked and walked until his limbs beg for a rest, but the amnesiac persist and continue on. He was about the middle of the han river bridge when he noticed a female occupying the rails. Her head was lifted up, and hands as well. At first, Kiyong bothered not to give full attention, but when she suddenly climbed the bridge, he became alert. He hurriedly ran from where he stand and to the woman, roaring a loud doze of worry as she called her out. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" He said with his throat full blast; the combination of shock, fear, and panic loitering his voice. He began to pull the woman from where she clings the bridge but she persist. her arms still lifted up as if she was grabbing the metal bars, while she kicks him away. Kiyong on the other hand is as persistent as her, determine to pull the woman out of danger for he never once wished to witness a kind of scene. Fortunately in the end, Kiyong managed to take the woman with him as they forcefully crashed down the ground. His spine hitting the dusty cemented floor whilst his arms wrapped around the still struggling woman. She screamed at him as if it was the one doing the bad thing. " GET AWAY FROM ME " she exclaimed, tearing her body away from him, leaving the male dumbfounded as he watched her ran back to the bridge again. But then, it was too late.For the male thought she plans to kill herself when actually she was just trying to grab her scarf tangled in one of the metal contour of the bridge. The scarf already departed, seduced by the heavy breeze of the night far from the woman's grasp. It was all gone."IT WAS ALL YOUR FAULT!"

Momentarily in daze as her commentary fails to register in his exhausted brain; big eyes stares at the new companion he shares the shade with. Slowly, his lashes flicks, and his expression progresses. It started with a curve of a sheepish smile, and a tiny nod of appreciation. “Thank youㅡ  I’d say the same for you, Miss”

Now, now. Lets not be rash here.

(`he shivers subtly, the gliding of her nail sending chills down his spine and forcing an awkward smirk to lift his cheeks as they flushed in a faint hint of pink) Stop being weird, Jayoung.

Winterfresh.

I try my best to take it well, and most of the time, I do.

[ sms > unknown ] Oh, well.. is this gonna be like The Little Mermaid and are you gonna fall in love with me? I can be your Prince Eric.