❝ arsonist lullaby
for @spvrks
instinct draws her to him like a moth to a flame, curiosity fills her to the brim, spilling forth to soak her hair and clothes until she’s forced to explore her interest, poking and prodding at the male as if she were a child. she wasn’t prepared for him to speak back, for him to take a liking to her. a friendship had taken root, blossomed as the two nursed each other emotionally, uprooting hidden secrets she never knew she had.
he was her glimpse of sunshine in her stormy world, a constant reminder that she needed to smile and open herself up more. of course she would never admit such thing aloud, that was a secret she wasn’t willing to share and had no intentions on ever letting him catch wind of her feelings and how truly grateful she was for chanyeol.
and when the situation is reversed, when she needs to be his crutch she does so, in her own manner. his home isn’t unfamiliar to her and she takes the liberty of letting herself in, closing the door behind her quietly. boundaries weren’t really a concept she had come to terms with, finding pleasure in doing what she wanted, when she wanted. consequences didn’t strike an ounce of fear into her heart. so she moves through his apartment with ease, head poking into the kitchen searching for the man that was to hold her attention for the next hour or so. a frown distorts her features when she doesn’t find him in the kitchen, tongue pressing against her cheek out of sheer disappointment.
“where has little chanyeol disappeared to?” the question is a soft whisper, a thought that manifested and rolled off of her tongue before she could process where she was to look next. she wanders through the vicinity until she’s reached his room, pushing the door open carefully. “hey are you-” voice is lost when eyes fall onto the small flame that dances within the middle of his palm. “well, you don’t see this everyday. why are you hiding today?” she’s unphased by the scene, waves it off as if it were something she was used to.