#ataeyeonlust

[a-miyoung-lust]

merely acquaintances ► Taeyeon X Tiffany

           Shifting weight from heel to heel, Tiffany expected the awaited student to cross the entrance of one of the west dorm's common rooms soon. Not that Taeyeon was actually late - hell, there wasn't even a settled time to arrive, or a lock they would meet that day. The thought of having a friendly encounter with the girl was highly doubted; Certainly, a gorgeous female like Taeyeon had better things to do, nicer people to chit chat with. More confident, indeed. But that was the black-haired's dull side of the story. 

            It was also the nth time she had glanced down at her attire, crossed arms blocking her own view of the silk skirt's adorns she wore and glorious pair of milky legs, taking a glimpse simply at the first buttons and sleeves of the cream blouse that engulfed her upper body. She had spent the whole day wearing the same thing, and now she hoped it wouldn't have some kind of negative brunt from Taeyeon's part. Her eyes were quickly averted to her surroundings, taking the chance to scan the place cautiously. In fact, Tiffany didn't really cared about it, yet the dark painted walls were surely enough to keep her mind away from those thoughts. Why did she suddenly felt so powerless against them? If even they were the reason of her flinching! 

           Tapping fingers against her forearms and the chewing on her lower lip turned into playing with the end of her hair plait, chocolate hues in a sudden sparkling motion. Perhaps Taeyeon did want her company, but this occupied merely her subconscious, barely insane. And a goofy, tiny smile was plastered across her face. Who was she trying to fool? This idea was surely enjoyable. 

[a-kmyungsoo-lust-blog]

Supposed Rejection || L&Taeyeon

L walked out of the kitchen with a face as if scribbled ‘monotony’ all over it. He was a little too full from the food he’d been served with, since the person who was in charge of cooking, since L doesn't know how to cook at all, seemed to have fallen for L— or most probably just his way with words and the fact that he'd always stay there to cut class just to play the guitar and sing for her. With that, she had always made sure that she’d be sneaking in an extra chicken leg for him every day. A very odd show of endearment, one might think. But L was just happy that he got a bit more than the others, especially since it’s food.

  Though such a look was as if embed upon his face, he was being his usual self and looking around at the people passing by, looking to see if ever there were any people that would catch his eye. A few groups of fairly attractive females have already passed by, but they all had that  same beauty that L somewhat gets tired of. And besides, who would want to go and hit on someone that looked as if they were inviting him to do so as well? That’s really no fun, if you ask him. A few more flocks of students came and went, yet still, no one has been interesting enough to catch his eye. There were just a few flirtatious faces, nothing fancy enough for him, that he responded to with his signature smirk that the females always seemed to go crazy over. When they did approach him he just shook his head quickly, stating that he had some sort of schedule afterwards, though in reality he didn’t; he just thought that those girls were a mere waste of time.

Now he was tired. It was getting out of hand– how every girl that passed by had approached him. So he did what he did best-- he avoided and walk as hastily as he could. So out of the blue, his long legs started to take wider strides aimlessly like the kid he actually was. He did this with the most childish face you'd ever seen from L. He pushed through people that was in his way, snickering as he did. By then, he was already out the building and into the school's main building, heading for the library to take a snooze. Although all the eyes glued to him upon entering the library, he was headed for his usual spot near the back of the very school. But, he couldn't help but stop at the sight that was in view of his brown orbs for eyes.

Someone was just there in his supposed usual spot, sitting by her lonesome self. Another thing that caught his eye? The fact that the girl, though obviously lacking in height since her feet and legs were swaying, her feet barely touching the ground, was fairly pretty. At least pretty enough to have made him stop from his childishly walking fast. With that, he walked towards the direction of the girl, a wicked smile on his face. Once he was in front of the girl, he took a seat in front of her and propped his arm up, resting his chin on his hand.  He was curious to see how the girl would react to an undeniably handsome legend like him to be standing in front of her and actually looking straight at her with his ever famous smirk embed upon his lips.