#mmyemi

accio – @mmyemi !

he’s too easy. complacency follows him around, dragging him by the ear. unrelenting. unwilling to let go. his heart forever pasted on his sleeve. not proud, but visible for all to see nonetheless. it’s something he needs to learn to fix. the easy smiles and automatic head nods. they need to stop if he wants to save himself the trouble. he can’t though. it’s just not in the cards. so when haesung comes around, eyes gleaming, with yet another concoction up his sleeve, sunwoo knew he was done for.

( it goes down easily—cherry sweet. )

maybe sung’s hit a lucky streak. sunwoo’s feeling fine ( it’s a first ) as he walks quickly through the halls and out onto the courtyard. he’s looking for a certain bob of blonde. jiyi. eyes searching, darting this way and that. and yet somehow he fails to see the whirlwind of familiarity and foreign all jumbled up before him. all mixed together. a storm that’s ready to lay destruction in its path. all this is right in front of his own two eyes—he misses it completely.

“ow !” the impact has her shoulder digging into his ribs, knocking the wind out of his very lungs. it’s sudden, both the collision and the realization that finally dawns. “o-oh. sorry. i’m just gonna—“ he tries to untangle himself from her as he stands up. “—go ?” that’s weird. he can’t. like, physically can’t.

he pulls on his hoodie, following the soft cotton material with his eyes. it leads him straight to her. what the—he tries to move his foot. to take a step in the opposite direction, far, far away from here. from the person he thought he used to know. from the weird pang that seems to play in tune to the beating of his heart. betrayal, is it ? ( most likely. ) it’s useless. he quickly realizes that the whole entire right half of his clothes, his body, is stuck. actually, physically, krazy glue sticky—stuck to her left half.

at times like these, he wishes he was just a plain old maeobsa. no magic. no fun and games. ( he’s really gonna have to kill sung for this one. )