@cctaemin wanted to soar!
sometimes, she dreams about taemin. she dreams about him in segments. almost as if she was watching an old movie where most clips came in a blur.
they were moments where he talked, his talking came in various sizes and forms. sometimes, his lips were split into the moon. the crescent one as he speaks to pleasure. sometimes, his lips were split into the sun. the radiant one as he speaks for distraction. they were moments where his lips were blurred, words coaxed to be undecipherable.
sometimes, he tastes like cherry. the sweet version of their platonic love. sometimes, he tastes like citrus. a bitter taste where arguments bubble in the air. sometimes, he tastes like sea salt. a lasting taste, an intangible one.
within those senses, it doesn’t take her long to realize how they are some many things she doesn’t know about her hero. to some degree, that scared her.
because all those moments could be easily shattered with a mere word or touch.
the morning arrives, the same dream comes. it was about him, him having the smile that spilled arrogance. except, it was dimmed and held an unusual tinge. her arms rest in the counter of the kitchen, her fingers linger around the rim of the cup. a huff slips past her lips, before she hears the shuffling feet at the distance. her head perks up, her gaze drifts to where he stands. pulling herself out of the chair, her fingers wrapping themselves around the cup.
a lopsided grin forms, dimple following up. “hey,” she greets, airy tone colored with warmth. “for the first time, i did a cup of coffee to you. it’s to thank you about giving me a good dream.” the card muses, not letting her expression falter to the lie. “you trip on it, if you were curious.”
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