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“I don’t think your heart is ready to see those hidden parts of me. The ones I’ve tucked away into the deepest and darkest crevices of my mind. No one can fathom the thin threads that are holding my wit and sensibility together. Not even me.”
belle never had a proper sleep schedule; she had no excuse for it but it was like she suffered from insomnia. so whenever iljoon called her after a night shift at the hospital, belle was usually at his apartment or he would be at hers. on this particular night, belle made he drive to his apartment, still in her pyjamas and bare face from getting ready for bed.
they were never too close during high school so it was a surprise for belle (and she was sure it was a surprise for him as well) when the two began to talk more after a bump in at a coffee shop before he was heading to the hospital for a morning shift - was it embarrassing to say that within her three weeks back in seoul that belle already made a trip to the emergency room? she wasn’t sure what they were or what was between them; they were close, but not close enough that iljoon was comfortable enough to share more about him. belle already knew about his job and all the basics yet whenever she tried to dig deeper to know him better, it was like he built a barrier around himself.
feeling his hands on her face, it was like her heart skipped a beat; she wasn’t sure why but it did and she wasn’t sure how to feel about it. maybe it was because they were never this close, never this touchy. “i am ready,” she urged softly, not wanting to push his too much. “i really want to know.”