JIHYE
——— 「 ✿ 」 hues ghost over the notifications flashing on her lockscreen and she abides; as she always does when given direction from the other. ( she believes ) he knows best, after all, so why wouldn’t she ? she’s patient, despite the overwhelming need to be with the other, and it pays off when he catches her eye in the crowd. affection slowly blooms, warming her from the inside out, when her guest arrives. her gaze has softened as a hand reaches out to touch—she’s always liked physical contact—a smile flashing. bud, the nickname resounds and, despite believe it’s nothing special and saved just for her, it’s still very special to the teacher. “ hey, bubba ! ” she finally greets, using a nickname of her own. “ but i wondered the same thing. truthfully, when i arrived, i thought i had the wrong place and they moved my cafe without informing me, but the people watching has proved itself to be rather heartwarming, which means i don’t think i can complain. ” then again, maybe jihye was biased ? she’s always liked people, so her opinion probably doesn’t count for much. “ anyway, things are going well ! i just missed you a lot … i think that was the only downside. ” the pair had seen each other not too long ago, sure, but what can she say ? she loves, and adores, saeryun. and with that, comes the desire to spend time, to bask in the comfort offered to her by the male. she flashes a wide grin before throwing the question back, “ how are things going with you ? that’s the important question. ”
THERE’S A FLUTTER in his chest, a sparrow’s threshing, almost, wing tips leaving wisps of gold ( trails of honey, sweet and warm and terribly delicate ) where they’ve grazed the brunt of his ribs. he thinks he could watch her talk all day, beyond lunchtimes and coffee and small talk between strangers that don’t appear nearly as vivid as her. he thinks they’re alright, like this, a teacher and a criminal. the vertices tying one to the other are neither logical nor reasonable, and it seems laughable that they found company, with or without consequence. her question barely registers, but he manages to catch the end of it. ‘ me ? oh, i i don’t mean to alarm you, but ... i’ve been terrible. down in the dumps. absolutely entrenched by every facet of life. compromised. last tuesday, i took down three helicopters with my bare fists. ’
