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“I have an extremely important question, sir,” Chanhyun feigned an extremely professional voice--the kind that she was used to using with more difficult clients. She was perfectly aware that this probably wasn’t an ideal first interaction with someone, but stopping someone in the middle of the street was the quickest way to attempt to prove her point to the friend she was texting, through sampled surveys. “Have you ever made a wish upon a star, and if yes, has it ever come true?”

Hansa poised an unlit cigarette between her lips, shoving her hands into her leather jacket pockets as her eyes darted down every alley where a fellow smoker may be taking a smoke break. She spots an unmistakeable flame in the distance, and as she approaches the source down the barren street, she notices something absurd --- there is no lighter. As she approaches the mysterious stranger, she tilts her head. “Hey, how are you doing that?” She asks, both amazement and suspicion in her expression.

“sorry...do you have a tissue?” he asked, looking at the other with watery eyes.

I think maybe… Envy. He lacks a lot of things, and he feels extremely jealous towards those who have the things that he doesn’t. It’s not in a materialistic way, it’s more so in terms of personal experience wise. He envies people who had normal childhoods, where they were free to act like children and play around with other kids. He never got to do that, and if there was a rare moment that he did, it didn’t last long. He envies people who have both a mother and father. Even though he did grow up with a father-like figure, his step-father wasn’t very present in his life and even then, it wasn’t the same of what a father-son relationship should be. He’s envious of people who have the unconditional love from parents. He envies people who have been in love, because it’s all everyone flaunts these days. Couples are very open about the fact that they are a couple, as they make it very obvious in terms of skinship and wearing matching items, whether it’s jewelry or an outfit. So many songs are love songs. Dramas on television are all about love. Everything is love this, love that, and he can’t help but feel envious towards those who have love like that. He’s never been in love, so he wonders what it feels like. Lastly he’s very envious of people who are confident and comfortable with themselves. It’s very easy to pretend that he’s confident, and even uncomfortable, but he can only keep it up for so long. Having that freedom and having less things to worry about so often is something he longs for.

“and you are?” his tone remained calm, but the look on his face says it all. he was more than just a physique. eyebrow arched, he steps forward into the stranger’s personal space with a taunting gaze. “looks like you found my watch for me.”

➹ It’s way past midnight, why am I still awake?

            "NO, YOU'RE ACTING weird and it's making me act weird. If I knew you were contagious, I wouldn't have agreed to meet."

“you’ve never seen it? the way people look at each other? the way they drop all common sense just to please another person? or, perhaps the tender gaze exchanged between...an inanimate object?”