“Here’s another curse for you - may all your bacon burn.” - Minah to Hyuk
it’s a peaceful morning ( afternoon , it didn’t matter when he had been consumed by minah the whole day ) . a cold nose pushed into his neck under warm fabrics , but he couldn’t find it in him whether the body in his arms was warm or cold . words barely spewed from her lips of stolen jewels , but all he does is laugh with a tired expression of rest wellness drawn across pale features . smile tugs upon lips cursed with the deterioration of livelihoods drawn from dead flowers & dead life ; lips will only brush across the skin he’s deemed as his alone .
“ YAH ! you know , i have no idea how you & your curses work , but YOU’RE eating all the bacon i make , if it ends up burnt , “ a musing of sorts , but it holds conviction within a promise of charred tainting tastes . a light air sits upon a being dead & a being ruined , & there’s an affection gleaming within the creases of their existences , the whiteness of the breath twisting & twirling within the air of window - sedated glows . “ but i’m pretty sure you like black bacon because you’re weird . “ a scrunch of his nose , & another bout of laugh falls from wanting lips that cling into pleasantries upon her presence .
low shriek from his lips when she wraps her arms around his back & pushes her nose into his back , a cold presence once more . it is once more that he ignores the chill along colder skin & averts attention to the ( nearly empty ) fridge ; efforts once taken , but there’s still bountiful bacon as well as waffles . & that lights an expression of relieved fire upon exhausted griefs . “ oppa’s gonna make waffles right now , & YOU’RE gonna make the bacon . “