♡: Our muses kiss under a mistletoe.
From the outside looking in, the two of them hand in hand; a couple perhaps, from eyes that would never read into just how deep their souls intertwined. He didn’t even know, So how could anybody else? Christmas had never left fond memories in his past. But this one, in particular; had caused his chest to feel warm. His hand felt sweaty, as their fingers interlaced - hers seemed to fit so perfectly within his own. Frail and small, delicate and soft; While his were large and marred, rough and detailed with violent history.
Erratic heart beats, too fast to be normal. And tonight, above all nights; she was glowing. It wasn’t obvious, In Guk had always been one to notice small details. Instinct, if you will. It was the way she stole glances at him, and the demure of her disposition. Or maybe, it was the way her chapped lips pursed and curled into the faintest of smiles, that if you looked away just once you’d miss it.
And yet, amongst all of these things; and above all else, he felt calm. Most importantly, Normal.
The air was crisp, his natural heated person felt comfortable. But her cheeks were dusting over in a shade of pink that complimented her perfect porcelain skin. It’s his turn to smile. Laughs to himself even. If In Guk had been naive, he would say that it was fate that his eyes trailed to a plant that you would never see, except for thirty one days out of the year.
Scientifically speaking, it doesn’t exist. An entanglement of sorts, sat better in the warmth of his chest. The word entanglement had the same connotations as a romantic entanglement. Though not once had that sort of thought process become so present in his mind, maybe the holidays were getting to him. Maybe the cold air had seeped to his brain through his nose and ears, froze out his logical thinking and the rationality of his emotions had been simply iced over. But his grip to her hand squeezes lightly, before his pace slows down.
“Jiyeon...” His actions, much-less - the look on his face; had left her in a state of confusion. But he really just wanted to see that small smile again. One more time so he can burn it to memory for a rainy day. Honestly, where was his mind? Fuck Christmas. But that was what he would blame his actions on.
“What? -- Staring at me is freaking me out..” she mumbles under her breath, avoiding the gaze that was almost torching her alive. “Ira...” she hums, in a soft melodic way that encourages his hands to fall to her waist and guide her against the metal lamp post. The chill of steel to exposed skin, causes the hair on the back of her neck to stand up straight. And her words to come out in a jumbled mess, his breath smells of cinnamon and she finds herself craving the flavor.
Her hands instinctively rest against the firm muscles of his chest, he radiated strength and wreaked of protection. “I heard once..” he starts, and her mumbling and stuttering is lost as he starts to speak. “In a really old christmas story, my father told me once when i had this uh.. crush on a girl in high school..” he chuckles at the thought, reaching into the depths of his mind to grip tightly onto the recollection. “He said, that when you see a mistletoe - you’re supposed to kiss the person you’re under it with.” he hums, a low purr if you will. One hand runs up the side of her body, finger trips tracing every drip and curve starting from her hips, along her collar bones and dip into the contours of her collarbone before cupping the side of her neck.
“Do you think thats true? Science aside, do you think its bad karma to break something that seems so sacred in tradition? “ he says karma with light disdain. Karma seemed unrealistic. But for the sake of argument ...
“Well - i mean, no. Of course not but i mean why would you say that? you don’t even believe in karma i -- “ he smiles at his habits being pointed out. It seems as though he wasn’t the only one who was attentive to detail. One of her many redeeming qualities.
“But why would you?..” talking too much was one that only made him roll his eyes. Leaning down, and his lips brush along her own and he purrs out a soft shhhh before he gingerly presses a kiss to her lips. Though to his surprise, after a couple seconds passing he felt the pressure of her own. A response, it sent electricity through every nerve ending in his body. Punches the air from his lungs and you can tell by the way he sucks oxygen in through his nose and presses against her mouth a bit harder. Indulging, if you will.
If he had to pick a time to break every belief he had ever taken pride in, in the science world. He would believe that time had stood still for the moment to soak in, to lift him from the ground and lets his stress float away. He can only hope she felt the same, but the fingers tangled within the hair on the back of his head was more than enough of an answer.
Reluctantly he pulls himself away, and a sincere smile rests on his lips. If she called him out on blushing he would deny it and take it to his grave.
“Keep tradition alive, Jiyeon.”
