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☪ five times our muses almost hold hands, and the one time they do.
I.
Light and airy, a hum saunters from her pink dipped lips - despite however broken it’s tune, Nahyun continues anyhow, steps carried leisurely about the grounds. The pleasant air of Monday evenings were always so welcoming and this time isn’t of any difference with her, the gentlest of kisses upon his cheeks, carefree and relaxing; yet it’s a busy day and she’s quick to pick up on it. The struggle to keep up is evident against her delicate features, tendrils of conversations captured from here and there.
Inhale, exhale. inhale, exhale. A lost smile adorns her cheeks, direction turning but briefly for the male who approaches her. She almost feels like she’s a child that’s been found, glad that he’s come to the rescue. He knows she doesn’t do well with big crowds and despite it being his home ground each time he performs, it’s something Nahyun isn’t so comfortable in. She takes an unsettling breath before looking at him, his gaze incinerating the breath in her lungs into ashes.
With a flicker of his wrist she falters, slow but steady footsteps taking before him. Voice remains as soft as his tread as he approaches, lips curling as she follows him in silence. Tenderly does she tug on the sleeve of his jacket, eyes falling down into the hands that carry his guitar before looking ahead of the side street.
II.
Eyes lock with his in almost a nervous tremble before the light shutters on and off. Nahyun doesn’t always wander in empty corridors but this is the way to her home and the only way she knows of by heart. Directions have never been her friend and neither does she rely much on her wit when it comes to remembering instructions from others. She bears with it for the most time and when she feels like giving up, she sees a familiar glint of a smile, his form recognizable despite her rather bad eye sight.
She calls his name out almost immediately, which is strange because she’s never liked showing vulnerability around him.
Her arm is linked with his for the remaining of the path, complaining about how the apartment building should really do something regarding the broken lamp posts.
He agrees.
III.
Past experiences surmount to nothing in terms of anxiety yet she continues, step after step, functioning on the sole reason that this may be something she needs to stick with.
Sometimes she blames Hun for it all, the reason of the two of them needing to pretend. A heart beating at a rate trying to escape velocity and hands not knowing where to be placed. It used to be easier, seems easier if the other individual was anyone else. Everyone is to be expected, her father, her brother, and even his fiancee. How is she going to pull it through? She doesn’t worry much over her father, he’s met Hun a couple of times afterall and she’s sure the security personel he has following her around town has told him all about Hun too. She’s more worried over her older brother and what he’s got to say.
She can tell he’s as worried as she is just by the way his hand shakes and without thinking much, she folds her hands on her lap, the other reaching out to gently cloud over it. She pulls away before realizing it though as she internally searches for the warmth of his hand.
My brother’s good, he’ll be good to you. Don’t overthink it. Besides, it isn’t like this is anything real. He’s bound to find out sooner or later.
IV.
Nahyun attempts to form a coherent thought but there isn’t much she can form, not when Hun’s fallen asleep on her in the midst of everything. There’s the trudging emotion burdening her once again, the feeling of being lost. For some time now she’s been meaning to tell him how her mother’s been trying to reach out to her yet nothing slips out of her lips. There’s always been some sort of difficulty whenever she spoke of her mother though she doesn’t blame herself, in fact, expects it one way or another.
Her thoughts are suddenly pulled into a halt when she feels Hun stir beside him, his hands brushing over hers for a brief moment before sliding down to the side of his body.
A long glance is taken to inspect his features before she pulls a blanket out for him, covering him and going inside her bedroom to get some rest as well.
V.
Sunbeams tickle the hollows of her cheeks, highlighting her features as she strolled through the busy corridors. Though Christmas is long over, there are still plenty of families who visited and bought items that are still on display in left over sales. Yet soon enough her smile fades into a thin, white line, being sucked up in the crowd’s chatter. She looks around and feels lost without someone to hold onto and her eyes are searching the group of shoppers for Yun.
He couldn’t have gone that far, he was right behind me when I last looked.
A helpless sigh slips out of her lips and she pulls her phone to ring him up but it isn’t until she feels a familiar warmth against the hold of his hand, tugging her close to him and keeping her hands in his for the time being.
Your hands are so cold. And perhaps it’s unintentional and completely oblivious, but he presses it against his other hand and blows a hot steam of breath against the frozen flesh of skin, stuffing it inside the pockets of his warmth coat. His laughter are small trinkets of joy and she smiles once more, enjoying the feeling of being able to hold his hand like this.
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You are the most important person to me, you know that right? Thank you for giving birth to me, and raising me to be how I am now. It’s cliche to say, but I would be nothing without you.
It’s almost been a year, hasn’t it? In fact, in a month it will be a year. During this time.. have come to find out that my mother is a very strong woman. I’ve looked up to you all my life, but during the last eleven months, I’ve found out that you are made of so much more than even i had known. Thank you for being a rock, mom.
Thank you for knowing when to step in and help me out, and when to let me trip and fall and figure things out on my own. You and Dad--growing up, you have always been so supportive, even if my dreams back then might have seemed very silly, or a child’s folly. Look, ma, I made it! Well--I do still have a lot to go, but I’m doing my best even if it’s hard.
This year... I’ve also finally become capable enough to give back. My pay might still not be a lot, but I’m trying.
Hun looked at the younger one with surprise. He didn’t expect the other to be saying that when they barely knew each other. Still, it made him happy to know that he could be considered as a potential good friend to another from their first meeting. “I’m sure we can. But everything comes with time right?” The male smiled.
He blinked his eyes for a few times as the male gave him a surprise look; thoughts were playing around his mind and the idea of being scared of the elder suddenly crossed his mind. Did he bother the male at the wrong time? He thought. But the thought faded away as soon as the male offered him a smile. What a relief, he thought to himself and held out his hand to offer him a handshake. “Sure! My name is Jaden. What should I call you?”
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Upon hearing several knocks on the door and the doorbell ring, the male could sense his friend’s excitement through her well announced arrival as he let out a chuckle. “I’m coming, I’m coming!” He put down the last dish to wash in the sink and removed the rubber gloves before going to unlock the front door for the other. “Already back from your short trip–? Did you just dye your hair?” Hun stared at the female’s head for a few seconds while slowly stepping back to invite her inside the apartment.
The knocks ended when she finally got a response from him. Chuckling, she swayed side to side, both hands holding the plastic bag that was gradually following her motion. “Hello Hun!” A bright smile accompanied her cheerful greeting once the door opened. “I was actually back a few days ago due to schedules, so I couldn’t stay longer.” She pouted briefly. Surely, she would have liked a longer period, but she knew oh-so-well not to create scandals uselessly. Her flats were removed and placed at the entrance before she entered the apartment, eyes already scanning the place in search of a certain sulky cat. But she perked up to smile at the other, moving her head in a certain motion for her hair to sway along. “Mhmm! What do you think? I’m having my comeback soon so, that means a new look is required!”
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❧“Huh? What do you mean?” Hani tilted her head to the side. “I’ve been sitting here for a while…could it be that I’ve been transported somewhere else without knowing about it?!” She gasped.
Daffodil: What's the most thoughtful present you've ever received?※ Hmm. {' purses her lips, with eyes glazing over briefly as she gives it a thought } Oh! {' smiles as she recalls the most obvious answer } Last year, someone made a scavenger hunt for me on my birthday, and all the little presents I found corresponded to cute memories from the past I had with that person. It was definitely very sweet and very thoughtful.
Taehyung sat himself in a quiet corner of the cafe, head propped up with his palm as inquisitive eyes watched interactions taking place. He witnessed first meetings, the usual students studying, old friends sipping warm drinks as they reminisced about the years gone by. A soft smile crept onto the boys slightly chapped lips, eyes he let flutter shut as memories bled into his mind. Their first meeting had been every bit unusual, something so unique it probably qualified as a scene in a movie. But a special encounter he had, music being the mutual friend to introduce the two.
The nineteen year old boy pushed the glass door open, flinching a little in surprise as a bell tinkled overhead, announcing the arrival of a customer. He had passed by many stores like this, but none seemed as captivating, as accepting, as inviting as this empty guitar store. Instruments of his passion were hung neatly by the walls, looking like perfect decorations and yet, the boy knew they yearned to be put to use, desired to be played. Taehyung hadn’t taken any formal lessons, learning only a little more than the basic through the internet. But his fingers itched to put his skills to the test ; he would mask his want to play by behaving as a potential customer, so he dipped his head slightly in greeting, a small gesture to the salesperson that he was just taking a look.
But actions betrayed his intentions as fingers soon curled around the neck of a guitar, bringing it quickly into his embrace. Newfound excitement rushed through him, a grin he found hard to resist as he ran a hand over the instrument, anticipation gripping him at the thought of a powerful yet entrancing tune being produced. He strummed a chord, attention completely commanded by the wooden entity. Another chord he allowed to reverberate through the empty store as he began to concoct a tune — carefully plucking a few notes before finishing with a strum. This he repeated, thoughts in process as confidence began to grow. But the notes were soon shattered in his mind as another guitar was played — the boy threw a look over his shoulder. He hadn’t expected a reply, much less a beautiful continuation to his seemingly lacking composition.
