#kgjun

Send me “It’s cold outside” for my muses reaction to your muse wrapping mine in a blanket.

The snow fell in curtains of white, blanketing the ground in layers of it’s white, fluffy coat. Winter has arrived and while Kyungri loved to watch the snow fall, and loved to celebrate the Holidays, she wasn’t fond of the cold or being outside unless absolutely necessary. 

However, that late night she was wandering aimlessly, with no direction or destination. Maybe she was trying to clear her head, or maybe she really was just aimless; void of direction, of purpose. And maybe that’s why she was out there, shivering under the light jacket she wore, until her friend found her just a few streets down from his home, and had encouraged her somehow to go inside with him. And she had, albeit hesitantly.

Inside it’s toasty warm, but it wasn’t warm enough to stop the shivering that made her entire body move, or the chattering of her teeth. And as she sits there, staring out his living room window, he comes up behind her and drapes the heavy fleece blanket around her shoulders, brows creasing with worry.

"I’m fine.”

She quiets him before he has the chance to ask, because she knows he will. Instead of saying anything, he closes his mouth and takes a seat beside her. He knows she’s not fine just as much as she knows it, but she convinced herself that everything was okay. Her Father wasn’t hanging onto his life ( if you could call it that ) by a thread, and everything was fine. That’s what she’s convinced herself to believe.

       ❝ I will always notice. ❞

& he was firm with his words, meaning each syllable that fell from his lips. he had taken a keen liking to the angel — she was nice and sweet. something that was not very common in this w o r l d.

a smile, darkened by the pain she had tried so very hard to hide, crossed her face for just a moment. he was so very worthy of protection, mihr almost felt pride at her choice in one to protect. she would call him friend if she didn't want to appear too forward.  

          ❝ Maybe the pain will dull in time.                    My wings will repair themselves eventually. ❞

       ❝ and if you don’t , then I’ll get to            eat all this ICECREAM by myself. ❞

He was already half an hour late to work and sighed gruffly,  not expecting to arrive for another few minutes. Pulling out his phone to make a call, Himchan was paying no mind to his surroundings and rammed straight into another solid body. The electronic escaped his loosened grip on it from the force, and tumbled to the ground. 

"Long enough."

Her voice is uncharacteristically soft, fingers curled and brought up beneath her chin as she watches him, concern crossing her features the moment she steps  through the ajar door. His hands are trembling, she can see it from where she's standing, and there's a look on his face that stirs her heart with worry. He's not the bright and warm person she knew before right now; he looks so cold, so alone, and so afraid, that it's taking all of her willpower to keep the small distance between them, waiting for some kind of signal that she was allowed to come closer.

"Are you okay.. I mean, did something happen?"