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➤ ( # 61 / Fuck (Forget) it all. ) current status: accepting.
She was listening to what he had to say, if nodding incoherently every once in a while and making the slightest comments of yes, oh I see, how interesting counted at all for participation. Something else had occupied her thoughts, and as funny as it was to admit; it was him, but on a much larger scale than the two were currently involved in. He was reminiscing about his day, the parts that had enjoyment, the moments of frustration, all while she was sitting there with eyes locked on his side profile, not taking it into consideration that her actions were extremely obvious.
Maybe it had been on account for the lack of sleep, or the few drinks of soju that Hyejeong ruthlessly recommended she drank before leaving the house, saying it would be a pick me up– but it all added up to that extra amount of courage in her current state. Things quickly got to the point in which she wasn’t listening at all, the showcase of his day not being the current important subject. She wondered how he truly viewed her. Was she just someone he could simply talk with to bypass the time? Had things been misinterpreted the entire time? Could there possibly be a chance she was too blind to see another person in his life that filled the position she thought she could obtain? It was either a hoax or not, and the entire thought process only gave her an intense headache.
Not only had she broken the barrier that only occupied his voice, but whatever drive he had quickly dropped. She obviously had caught his attention, and she had to do something to avoid the awkward questions on what her words exactly meant– when she didn’t even know what point she was trying to get across to begin with.
In a few split seconds her mind had been made up, knowing exactly what she wanted and needed to do. The sofa obviously could fit multiple people, but her body acted as if the position she was originally in was too suffocating and needed some sort of relief. There was no waste in time as the gap between the two became enclosed, their noses rubbing against each other in the process.
❝ Is it bad that I’m not even the slightest bit sorry?
Her words were a bit raspy as for the most part they came out as a mumble, already setting herself up as if the advances would be rejected. She was keen to knowing what she wanted and didn’t, and in this moment it had been him she wanted, but in a more simplistic sort of way. At this point there was no going back, and in a matter of moments her lips had chastely came into contact with his own, the feeling being a bit foreign, nonetheless still enjoyable.