#lastsnever

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this was the blissful ignorance of the life led by someone so chronically nervous: the line separating who’s intimidating and who isn’t blurred to nothingness. but yubin wears it like the blissful ignorance of someone who simply is. (for years now, she has learnt to get away with it.) “how have you been?”

mundane inquiries, for a mundane world, where mundane souls, go about mundanely. a mundane boy and a mundane girl, sit by the table and let the mundane inquiries flow. jc’s got a smile pulled from the strings of words aligned in his mind and how it made him tap his finger atop of the surface of the table, he chanted it within, but it’s showing that his mind was distant for a millisecond. not absolutely torn apart, because it relates to no and to yubin facing him. he’s facing her, gaze on and he always faces without a flinch, watching people try to seek a safe zone to put their eyes on can get fascinating. 

SENTENCE STARTERS

ㅡ 。 unless he is prepared to meet death, there is no other way he’d want to poison his own body. taekwon has been severely careful with his health, that this is never an option. whilst the wideness of his disbelief eyes darting at the female. “wha- what do you mean? is is this bad? am I going to die? I- I just had a sip I swear!” but the panic in his voice didn’t help at all. taekwon’s face instantly turned pale, whilst his heart beat pitched, making his breath imbalance. “I’m too young to die?!”

[text; Yubin] Did you start your honors thesis noona?

[text; Yubin] Dr. Lim says we should start something before even stepping into his room.

so perhaps she hadn’t been the most subtle whilst staring as he ate. (to her credit, it never worked before during the greater part of her life.) palms are splayed out to accept the treat, her lips and front teeth clamping over it before she could let the thought simmer for much longer; lithe fingers work off the wrapper that clung to the bottom before offering it back to the male. dayoon was made out of peculiar tact and/or lack thereof. (note: ‘tact’ is interchangeable with many words, and then some.) her eyes turn to crescents when she smiles, gratitude comes after. “thank you,” is muffled through a mouthful.

Why don’t little girls ever use their words? This is what comes to mind, with his snout pointed down and his blackened eyes lifted upward. Up, surveying her face, studying every sweep of her own eyes over his snack. And mind you, these thoughts don’t come with the company of distaste, belligerence, or anything of that sort. No, it comes rather dry. Should just ask.

“Here, you can have the rest.” He’s eating these individually wrapped and brightly-colored candies. Shit made mostly of either oils or sugars hold a firm spot at #1 in his dietary list. Hear him out, he doesn’t have to eat so some junk every once and awhile won’t hurt. And while being on the stop of not needing to eat, this is (in fact) the reason he’s plopping the remains of inside his crinkled convenience store bag in her small open hands. Petite enough for him to wonder if the hard candy will overwhelm those dainty palms, spill over, and plummet to the ground like raindrops. (Spoiler alert: they do.) But she’s pleased, it seems. When Dayoon is offering the remaining bunch back to him, he’s waving a hand dismissively. A rather prince-like operation, if I do say so myself. I mean look at him, his chin lifted up and now his gaze is turned downward to meet hers. Hand flapping in the air. She out’ta punch him in the gut. 

::protective sentence starters

he didn’t mean to judge, but in correlation of that very scene. it seems that the stepping stool is very necessary, considering the distance between the tip of her fingers, and the wooden shelf. to be honest, woojin can minimize the situation by stealing the task from the teacher, after all he is much taller, and applicable than she is, however, he remained close in tact, observing as the woman do her deed.

“kind of.” he respond, very short and almost vague. his hands resting on each side of her waist, in case a klutz lost balance. palms left hanging, and not really touching her side or anything. just a precautionary measure.