GIMME THE K
( I WANT THE ‘K’ : CLOSED ) ↳ 16 : UPSIDE-DOWN KISS.
her teeth glimmer in the moonlight, her grin is wide and her cheeks are flushed. if mona, as a mere passerby were to happen across eunyong as she is now, she would conjecture the other girl a lunatic. the other does look the part: bright eyes gleaming in the darkness, glassy from the copious amounts of whiskey they’d consumed; cheshire grin stretching ear to ear; hanging limp as a rag doll on the jungle gym, body contorted almost disbelievingly so that her neck is lolling and her head hangs upside down. sun eunyong is mania and mirth and drunken boldness packaged neatly in ribbons of silky skin and all mona can do is stare, little girl in awe of a playground goddess.
“mona, oh my god, you promised! i can’t wait here all night,” eunyong’s tone is bright but firm, and the other girl shuffles her feet nervously from her position a stone’s throw away. mona’s bottom lip is red from her unforgiving biting -- a bad habit she’s yet to cease.
“eunyong,” she begins to utter, but is cut off by the other’s succinct yell.
“you promised!”
she did.
“fine.” two strides and she is centimetres away from the other girl’s face -- from this vantage point, mona notices, mouths look like entirely foreign entities. perpetual frowns; sad crescent moons. but she banishes the thought and boldly kisses eunyong’s crescent moon mouth anyway, because she’d promised, and her mother did not raise a promise-breaker.
“there,” mona says after counting to ten and stepping back, mouth puckered into a pout of annoyance. “happy? now that you’ve gotten your ‘spiderman kiss’ dreams out of the way, can we go now? it’s cold!”