How could he possibly get anything done with Seulgi beside him? 

It takes him a moment to realize she was speaking to him, but in situations like these, that mattered little. Lowering the book in his hands, Yuta looks at her through the corner of his hooded eyes, mild interest clouded over his countenance as he spent the next three seconds of his time processing her question. As cheesy as it was, he was unable to suppress the mirth-ridden simper that etched itself across the seams of his thin dyads, head falling forward, whilst he massages his temples. If another, however, were to have said such to him, he would have blatantly ignore them, but because this was Seulgi, he was immediately moved by her adorable mannerisms. Call him biased, but he’s always had a weak spot for her in his heart. 

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                                                                            ——— Kissing them softly on the lips. 

By the time Yuta walked Seulgi home, night has fallen.

But before he could bid her adieu, her actions rendered him silent. 

He nearly freezes when she returns his jacket to him, the lightweight material promptly draped over his broad shoulders, shielding the epidermis of his exterior physique from the evening breeze. Yuta attempts to regain control over his actions through verbal communication, wherein he parts his lips, wanting to say something; anything, but finds himself struggling through each effort he had made. In the end, however, he simply shuts his eyes, long lashes sitting stark against his pallid complexion, before he releases the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been keeping in. Fascinating. It’s fascinating how one small, simple act of benevolence could affect him in such an inexplicable way; to the point where he’s forgotten how to carry himself. 

Calm down, Yuta. She just returned your jacket to you, it’s nothing big.

“Thank you,” he sheepishly mumbles beneath his breath, as a decorative shade of crimson spreads across the expanse of his cheeks, creating a beauteous contrast against his porcelain-like skin. Oblivious to this unexplained abrupt change in his comportment, Yuta fails to discern the irregular thrum of his heart’s palpitations — thump, thump, th-thump, thump — as his attention remained fixed over the woman in front of him; a woman who made him do things he never thought he’d do, a woman who made him feel things he never thought he’d feel. Maybe it was crazy, or maybe it was something much more. Whichever it may be, there is but one thing he knows for sure: he’s completely head over heels for Kang Seulgi.

A flicker of astonishment blankets over his features when he feels a pair of warm hands rest atop his shoulders, Yuta abandons his thoughts and meets her gaze. Seulgi looked like she wanted to speak, but words fail to reach him, as the distance between them was closed by a kiss; one soft, sweet kiss on the lips. He blinks; once, twice, thrice, in hope of wrapping his mind around what had just transgressed, but all is smothered behind the sheer desire to prolong this kiss that she’d given him. 

One hand travels across the delicate arc of her nape, whereas the other slithers around her waist. Yuta was very well aware of what he was getting himself into, but at this point, he no longer cared. Perhaps it was time for him to let go of the past and start anew; to let loose and enjoy himself. 

Beginning here, with Seulgi. 

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A hidden smile slowly revealed itself. The deadline had passed already. Would she still get the discount if she asked? Even if she didn’t, a visit at the coffee shop became an urgency. A few messages wouldn’t soothe a worried soul.

[ ✉ ; Cosmo ]       ⇢I might answer this after Friday… might being greatly misused.       ⇢ But would my immediate presence at your workplace redeem my bad behavior?       ⇢ Would that give me a free cheesecake?       ⇢ I’m in great need of sugar, spice and everything nice!

Her fingers danced with ease on the screen, something her feet could never do. One last reply was yet to be sent. Seo Ah glanced up to locate a person. Her features softened the more she observed her friend rushing to fulfill the customers’ requests. Would Seulgi read the messages soon? She must or the singer would remaing hidden until it was done.

Her hiding place wasn’t the greatest though. All she did was standing behind a poster on the window, tilting her head often to glance at the other.

She waited until the pair of eyes she wanted to look at found hers, waving before her thumb pressed the send button.

( @vunoia )

Several missed calls and read messages left unanswered, to be precise. 

Her phone rested in her hand, her thumb scrolling through everything that was put aside. Work had been mean on her side as well. The release of her song caused several holes in her schedules to be filled at the last minute. Radio shows, interviews, songs promotions through festivals, events and street performances, and more. Everything seemed to be erratic all of a sudden, but the soloist wasn’t complaining. In fact, she was pleased with that.

At least, she could keep her mind from running in places that were now temporarily forbidden to visit.

The reminder of affection brought a faint smile to her thin lips. A genuine one, for once. It had been difficult to express happiness without spending an inconsiderate amount of energy. Seo Ah also loves Seulgi. A lot. And she could help, but feel a mixture of guilt and thankfulness towards her.

Seo Ah lacked as a friend too. She wasn’t of any help. She hadn’t given signs of life at all. She simply went about, doing her own things, in hopes that her act would patch up the cracks of her heart. Things would fall into place soon, right? If not paying attention too much, if searching bits of happiness elsewhere rather than dig the one fading with the memories, maybe, maybe, she would feel better eventually.

Avoidance wasn’t the greatest solution. Isolation was certainly worse, but her tolerance and strength weakened over time. A break, she kept reminding herself, it was just a simple break…

The pleats of the blanket moved along with her gestures. The singer finally sat up, adjusting her posture while dusting off the sand particles on her. The sound of waves hitting the shore intensified in comparison to earlier, when the night sky proudly presented its brightest stars. There wasn’t much to admire anymore. At the horizon, hues of oranges made their appearance.

It was time to go. She must fix her bad habits and a call was not appropriate for a sincere apology.

Instead of returning home, she would have a ride to a place she hadn’t gone for a while. A coffee shop to be exact.

KKT / 슬기 [ SENT @ 05:02 PM ]Oh I most definitely did, my girlfriend had her fair share, we both sort of devoured them.