#librcbvlly

‘    love   me   ?   what  the  hell  are  you  saying   ?   you   love   me   ?   you  don’t  even  know  me     ------    i   don’t  even  know  me   .    ’

          “  i could play you something ?  “      it’s like he sees the stress and worry implanted   so deeply   behind their eyes,  if not coming out of a   nightmare   filled with those two things  -  the pain is still fresh.  they’ve been here for a   while,  dongha wonders when they’ll wake up.     “  here,  let me try.  “     dongha whispers,  turning to sit at the piano that   often   makes its way here. it’s a tentative start,  but he begins playing.  dongha smiles a little,  patting the spare space next to him.     “  sit with me ~  “

YHI: gender is a social construct YHI: time is an illusion YHI: and this wine tastes like shit

‘    don’t  you  recognise  me   ?   it’s  me   ,   channie     -----    the  kid  you  used  to  treat  like  shit  in  high  school   .    ’

                  cherry  red  lips  cast  downwards  from  frowning  ,   the  stress  was  beginning  to  appear  upon  normally  picture - perfect  features .   a  glass  of  expensive  red  wine  in  hand ,   eunbyul  was  a  stunning  definition  of  opulence .   she  had  finished  up  a  rather  heated  meeting  with  her  beloved  father  only  hours  earlier   &   was  now  on  the  road  to  intoxication .   longtime  friend   &   confidant  sat  beside  her,   eunbyul  lazily  leaned  her  head  on  their  shoulder .    ‘   he  can  threaten  all  he  wants   ...  i  WON’T  marry  that  jerk - off  !!   ’             /            @librcbvlly

          there’s an   excited and eager   skip in his heart as dongha waits outside of nami’s window,  teeth biting in his bottom lip to keep himself from smiling   too much.  he made a string of excuses to the higher ups,  just so he could come   down to earth   to visit nami.  they haven’t seen each other for almost a   year,  dongha thinks  (  not that he’s been counting the days, or anything  )  but he has a job to do,  and making sure nami is healthy and safe is of course his top priority.   after   hesitating   for a moment  -  considers going to his front door for a more appropriate greeting  (  but that would mean he’d have to make his presence known to humans,  and he’s   trying   to keep under the radar  ).  the angel knocks gently on nami’s window,  hoping he can hear  -  hoping the boy hasn’t   forgotten   about him.

          “  i think i love you.  “     it’s taken him too long to admit this,  but now that he   has - he isn’t sure if it was the   right decision. his voice sounds distant,  but this is as sure as he’s been about anything in his entire existence.     “  i think i love you  -  but i can’t ... i can’t   because then i won’t be able to watch over you anymore ... i - i - i’m so scared.  i’m scared.  i don’t want to lose you,  not   ever.  “     maybe he’s pouring his heart out,  but he isn’t supposed to do this  -  he isn’t supposed to have   feelings   for the one he’s supposed to be protecting.  this isn’t how it works.     “  i’m sorry.  “     he mumbles,  hiding his face as he dries his tears away.  he hasn’t cried   much   before  -  he isn’t sure he likes it.     “ now ... that i’ve told you ... i don’t think they’ll let me see you anymore ...  “

          oh,  there you are.  it had happened by chance.  he’d always hoped he could meet benjie,  anxious to   see him.  he would have never thought that   today   was that day.  he knows benjie better than he does anyone else  -  better than   himself,  so why is he so nervous to go over there and talk to him ?  is it finally meeting his human that has him so wound up ?   that because he’s been watching over him for all this time  -  benjie not knowing of his existence at all  -  that has him a worried of his reaction ?  benjie seems   so focused   on what he’s doing that dongha doesn’t want to disturb him.  but then,  defeated by his own thoughts,  the angel sighs.  he suddenly stands up from where he sat in the back corner of the cafe,  ordering   two coffees  -  one for him,  one for benjie,  and cautiously makes his way over when he sees benjie has paused from work.     “  um  ... hey,   uh ... “     he stammers,  seeing the other up close almost scares him,  like this is the moment his   entire existence   has led up to.  he gently places the coffee down onto the table,  careful not to disturb anything nearby.     “  i - i - i bought you coffee ?  you - you looked   pretty focused   so i wanted to get you something to ... help ... ? “      dongha fidgets,  not wanting to leave - maybe he   should,  he must seem like a stalker.      “  yeah ... i hope it’s the right order.  “       of course it is.