#sojiun

♥ For mine to accidentally bite yours too hard while kissing.

Nari tasted a mixture of a familiar scent of lip-gloss (not hers — it drove her slightly mad, for she could not figure out exactly what scent and taste it was supposed to be, but it was so good), mint (probably from the mint she ate just a few minutes before that, Nari sent a quick ‘thank you’ to the skies for having decided to pop one in her mouth) and… blood?

"…I’m sorry, but what did you just said?"

Jinyoung can’t help but laugh at Soji’s words, eyes crinkled to form a crescent as he turn around to face the older woman with his loud laughter, his hand shoved into the pocket of his jeans to warm up his hands in this cold breeze, the short tee he’s currently wearing looking unbecoming with the current weather (his coat was still soaked and there’s practically no clothes left because he haven’t do his laundry, but not that he would ever tell her about that). Soji was right to say the least, but for her to voice out such… affectionate words; or at least to display the subtlest hint of care… that was something that he never witnessed before.

Send one to see how my muse reacts. 

The amount of food covering the table she was sitting on was… too much, even for herself, but she was starving. She spent a day without eating at all and a yet another morning without breakfast? No way. There was kimchi, grilled meat, some rice and vegetables, good enough for at least three people. It was understandable that someone would judge her for having so many things only for herself. She was used to go to her “family’s” restaurant, because she had food for free and nobody would judge her, or well, that’s what she thought. But new customers would come every day and they would just stare at how she would eat and leave. Once, someone asked to talk with Mrs. Park and told the woman that Sunhee had ran away without paying. She had to stop the man from calling the police and getting the young girl arrested.

❝ Crap, are you pregnant? ❞ A low snort came from the woman standing in front of her. Her eyes moved from one of the plates, toward the other and shook her head immediately after her question, showing a small smile after seeing the familiar face. The lady was a regular customer of the restaurant, so they would chat whenever they could, since Sunhee would always have to rush out with her breakfast and toward the mini-market. But there were days that they could actually sit and talk (when the youngest of them actually woke up early). Sunhee didn’t even know the woman’s name and she was sure it was the same way for her.

      「 Who would’ve thought Joohui would end up being a ‘regular’ at a library? Nobody saw it coming, not with her terrible studying habits and tendency to leave almost everything to sheer luck and memory. Somehow, by whatever miracle that was bestowed upon her at birth, she manages to get nothing lower than a B in her tests and deadlines. That may or may not be the reason why she pushes her luck. 」

❝ There is no such thing as ‘too much orange juice’ ❞

Nonsexual acts of Intimacy  

         ♛: Sharing a dessert