SWEET WITCHES

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there she goes again being over dramatic and by she i mean me

do I like him or is he just tall

why has no one fallen in love w/ me yet i’m so bored

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ELECTRA HEART

“sorry. i didn’t know we were doing any of that work today.” ( his apology is honest, at least; even if he’s horrible at keeping track of the work that comes with being on the council. the upside of it was sharing the load with a familiar face; familiar lips and eyes. hanbin smiles softly against her lips—the minute brush has his pulse skipping—before he takes a seat in the chair offered so politely. ) “see it properly? it’s hair.” ( bright eyes flit over her face, alight with expectation—hope—that she’ll like it, because contrary to every impression min hanbin tries to make, he cares a little too much about what seo kangmi thinks of him. ) “not that bad?” ( mimicking her tone with ease, his head tilts to the left, pressing against her fingertips—inviting her to run her fingers through soft, bleached locks ) “so it’s bad.” ( he has to bite back a sigh, even as awareness of her tease settles in; pushing aside the twinge of disappointment—it’s never upfront, but he supposes he can’t ask for much more. his smile widens only then; a chuckle escaping ) “i didn’t think a haircut could make me look like a whole new person. don’t think i pass for a fuckboy, though.” ( he leans forward in his seat, hands resting on the back of her free hand; there, they stay—perched upon his thigh. ) “i just felt like a change was in order. got tired of the same old thing. don’t you feel like that sometimes?”

“you weren’t, i just wanted to get a head start. you can technically leave after you get the folder out of my bag, if you want.” ( * she adds on nonchalantly, though knowing fully well that hanbin likely wouldn’t leave her alone now that they’re together. a thought that sets off a new wave of butterflies fluttering about as her head shakes, scoff slipping past pretty lips. ) “hair is everything, hanbin. are you serious? ( * rolls her eyes playfully, lips twitching with the way his head leans into her touch as she fixates a bit more on the colored locks, lips pressing together slightly at his comment. surely, she’s already got a hunch as to what he was thinking about exactly. ) “i didn’t say it was bad,” ( * she starts, lips curving as her fingertips brush over the lobe of his ear absently. by now, she’s at least got a good idea as to what her words do to him, by now ( though the thought of min hanbin doing things to her heart is still frustrating and confusing ) kangmi knows at least to dial it back a bit. ) “of course, your hair can change the frame of your face...and you deadass picked a fuckboy cut.” ( * she comments with a small chortle, stopping only when he leans forward as her eyes meet his, fingers twitching underneath his hand. ) “yeah? is there any other changes i should know about then?” ( * tilts her head to the side, pacing herself as she leans in a bit more, tugging on his ear lightly while a tease slips past her lips. ) “so you get tired of things easy, min hanbin? no wonder you have so many girlfriends.”

ELECTRA HEART

( his journey is a relatively quick one. it’s not the walk that is delayed, but the time spent piecing himself together in a way that he’s certain will appeal to her. it’s a process stained with anxiety; a rush to find his damn comb and a missing sock. though of course, he makes it with time to spare, hanbin’s success is only owed to the fact that he’d chosen to hop out of the door in one shoe and wing it the rest of the way. what was shame, anyways? luckily, he’s up to code by time he steps into the library, shoving his phone into his pocket with a heavy, weary–nervous–sigh. only when he spies her sitting with her back to him, hunched over a small mess of papers, does he move with any semblance of ease; laying hands gently on her shoulders while leaning down to kiss her cheek. his lips find the corner of her mouth, however, just shy of a full kiss–no matter how chaste–and his heart gives a firm skip. ) “got started without me?” ( he inspects the neat writing on the margins, head tilting as his back straightens; his fingers smooth through his hair absently, over shaved sides and sandy blonde locks. ) “yeah. does it look okay?” ( it isn’t as if he’s been awaiting her opinions, or anything. )

( * the THUMP that comes with the press of his mouth against her skin is evident, prompting a fluttering in the depths of her stomach that she just can’t seem to ignore as she hums, head turning slightly to brush her lips over his and cheek before turning back to the papers before them. ) “uh huh, you took too long.” ( * her tone is slightly chiding, pushing the chair beside her out with her foot as attentive eyes turn to look him over. ) “it looks... wait, take a seat, i need to see it properly.” ( * clicks her tongue, waiting for him to get settled to lean forward, hand lifting and fingers sliding gingerly over the shaved side of his head. indeed, he looked different, as if she was staring at a whole different person altogether. though that’s not to say that kangmi doesn’t like it — because well, okay, it’s not that bad. but would she tell hanbin that? like, directly? ) “well—i mean, you look different...” ( * she paces herself carefully, fingertips dancing over his jaw while she contemplates the right word, free hand resting on his thigh to balance herself. ) “maybe...bit like a fuckboy?” ( * she can’t help but tease him, can’t help the way her eyes lower to his lips every few seconds, hanbin always makes it a little too easy even if it does bite her in the ass after. ) “why the change of heart though? i mean, did you go through a traumatic experience or something?”