「home is where the heart is」pjy&kjh
The heartbeats of a fragile heart reverberated gently against her ribcage – slow, gently almost as if mirrored the function her even respiration seemed to assume; nurse her towards the immortal land of dreams, under the false premise of leisure, sleep and refreshment. An oasis in the current desert of issues that had lead her openly through the schedules of her taken classes that unfortunately, look a way too promising to not be labeled as a mirage.Â
A sigh escaped her reddish lips as her slender fingers of ivory skin and fragile appearance rested longingly against the base of her nape, silent prayers for a merciful intervention on the increasing ache that would aggravate every time her petite figure was exposed to much more stress than the recommended by the doctors. Which in this very day, could be translated into a presentation of papers developed by their class to the younger ones that barely managed to be honorary accepted for a pre-medicine applied course.Â
All Jiyeon could ever fancy was the idea of a bubble bath that would be prolonged for hours until her entire porcelain skin started to suffer the results of her fascination for the bathtub, however, it was quite obvious that that particular plan would have to be delayed by a few hours as for she already had found an event to grace with her presence. Tradition being the one accurate word to express what the weekly meetings for dinner meant to the young ballerina, a family tradition that defied everything that the popular saying ever wished to explain.Â
Blood was thicker than water, just like the wine she’d share with the current only figure of authority present in the future medic’s mind and heart, and such encounters held a secretive healing consequence for the petite girl, the same kind observed in the attention a mother would provide a child of her own. The ghost of a small smile danced across her lips as he made her way across the campus, entirely distracted by her own thoughts to realize the small commotion organized in the entrance gate of the building.Â
Blue for order and red for well-deserved respect glittered on top of a white colored vehicle that appeared to be the source of such rendezvous, Jiyeon’s delicate hand slid from her neck upwards to cover her lips and successfully adding her own self-control to retrain a soft laugh. Jinhee stood proudly in front of the police car, showcasing her impeccable outfit and dangerous aura as the corridor gossips became centred in a murder that had never took place to exhist.Â
And there she stood—Â
Long light colored hair strands cascading down her back as they molded her frame and offered an even younger appearance to the living porcelain doll of opaque orbs and phantom displays of affection and desire. Blessed she was, as they said, a little princess beholder of such an innocence that could only rival the one of her past life, the kind of fragile young lady that one had to swear to serve and protect.Â
But not her precious unnie, never someone to stand on the receiving end of a rather honest small smile
”You’re late, unnie! It is quite admirable that I managed to find myself out of the hallways so soon in a Friday afternoon, don’t you think?” Her silky voice held a rather husky undertone to it, a delicate peculiarity in her femininity looks and gestures. "I thought you were acostumed to be on clock?"