tell me is this love
chorongclaw:
(... ) { ` she doesn’t expect him to approach her, for they don’t know each other outside of the dimly lit astronomy tower. yet there he is in front of her, introducing himself as if they’re just meeting for the first time. strangers. she looks up at him from her seat at one of the many tables, a hand gently putting the cup in her hand down. } jung jaewon… { ` she repeats the name she’s whispered so many times, brown eyes searching his face for a sign of some sorts– though she really hasn’t a clue what she’s hoping to find. she extends her hand to meet his, slender fingers resting against his open palm as she accepts his invitation, head nodding once. one dance couldn’t hurt. } i’m stephanie, and i would love to dance. { ` with that, she gets up from her seat, the bottom of her dress flowing due to the sudden movement. looking over at the boy she’s seen under many starry nights, she realizes this is the first time she’s gotten a good look at him. he looks good, she muses. really good. she motions to the dance floor with her free hand. } shall we?
( ‘ She says his name like a lover, but all of what they are, are nothing more than strangers. But he tries to be foolish, like how the night thinks she can thread between two people who shouldn’t have been fated in the first place. She says to stay like strangers, but her actions fall otherwise, and he takes her hand-- in the public, and he thinks that this is the first time, to actually feel those warmth as Jung Jaewon, a student, a boy ) Stephanie is such a pretty name ( ‘ he continues, eyes holding nothing but foolishness and an orb that writes a damned story. He nods, taking her like a Queen, settling in the middle of the dance floor because he thinks that she deserves to be in the center-- an earth in a death of a galaxy. He takes her hand over his shoulders, settling his on her waist. He starts swaying, leaning close to whisper in the most delicate manner ) you’ve always been good with all this... dancing
