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❝ — Awkward ❞

Every single inch of his body urged his muscles to stop in their tracks, turn around and create an apologetic text with a poorly explained excuse as to why he couldn't make it. The nerve to do such a thing made the tips of his fingers itch, panting almost when she came to view sitting by herself at the cafe table. She looked beautiful, radiant as she had always been. More beautiful than any woman in the room that's how she had always been in his dark pair of eyes.

Jonghyun drank in every inch of her slender form and felt a shudder shake his core, all he could think about was the one night in his apartment. She was against his wall with her dress hiked up, he was up against her with no room for her to leave. Swollen lips and splotches of purple burned against both of their necks as silent claims to each other. The subtle scent of lilac and remnant of the taste of her tongue in his mouth.

Shaking his head, he let out a sigh. In his moment of nostalgia their eyes had met. She captured him with a stare that brought him, and any man to their knees. His lungs compressed inside his chest and he had to give himself a moment to gasp for air, shaking his insides. The only thing driving his legs forward was the fact that he wasn't a complete asshole.

His voice is locked up in the back of his throat, burning against his esophagus as if he had swallowed a coal. Clearing his throat from the fire he offered a smile, his lips curling into something lop sided and awkward. " Angela, long time no see." offering a bow, bending at the waist as he tried to seem as languid as possible.

If she spoke she wouldn't be able to hear, the sound of his heart slamming against his rib cage was taking over his thoughts. Sitting himself down across the table, adamant on not locking back with hers again. He didn't want to think about her, them. How they ended things, he was doing this as a favor for his father. Nothing more, but feelings were getting in the way.

The exchange of tongues and heated words, soft caresses and sweet nothings whispered into the shell of each others ears. Jonghyun tried his best to not come off stiff, he stared down at his utensils and cleared his throat. "You look well, doing just as well.. i assume?" he gives a curt smile, looking up for maybe half a second before back down at the napkin on the table.

#hdxangela #p:awkward

Just friends?

— oh, the way her perfectly plucked eyebrows tinged in jealousy, cheeks flustered in a heated blush. eyes locking with the alluring orbs she had to offer, teeth grinding against each other in prevention of chortled laughs. he's highly amused by her reaction, perhaps because he wasn't expecting her to act upon the topic so violently. still, he realizes after a while that his relationship with the former female mentioned was a rather intimate one and keen to observations was angela. "you're a little cute when you get jealous," he muses, hiding the permanent grin that always seems to be there when she's the one around. "all flustered and riled up."

#( . games )#hdxangela

#hdxangela #( . ooc )#( kind of laughing so hard i cant )

█ ▌ “ close to strangers — soohyun & angela.

— the moon appeared lonely in the gist of a stagnant night, a mere yawn crawling out of the man's pursed lips as he exited the rather crowded restaurant. curled were the corners into a hauled grimace, sleep deprived eyes desperately blinking awake. mondays were the worst, he always thought they were. even when he lived his days as that child skipping off the pavement of their old brick house, the first day of the week had to be the heaviest of all ( though perhaps not the most dreadful one because that belonged to sundays, with the sole reason of what was to follow— monday ). with fingers soothing tensed shoulder blades, he craned his neck slowly, cracking a couple of those dire muscles, eyes rolling to the back of his sockets in momentary relief.

with the desire to scramble onto the gentle sanctuary of his bed, he quickened his pace to the parking lot, eyes lethargically drifting over the hood of his black car. foot steps here, foot steps there, though none mattered but his. silence seeped into the desolated lot until a ghost of his past called out his name, not in a quiet whisper but in a screaming chant.

surprised because it sounded a lot similar to a voice buried into a moribund sadness of his memories, wispy and airy and everything in between. slowly turning on his heel, soohyun turned around and was suddenly spun onto the aimless body of a twenty-two year old man, seeking, thriving, desperate to live; russet hues locked with his weary chocolate brown ones, orbs glinting melancholic stars. perfect tresses of hazel framed her heart shaped face, a smile belonging to that of a fallen angel painted on her strawberry pink lips.

words couldn't formulate faster than he'd like but he managed it, slowly, surely, loudly. her name, beautiful in more ways than she probably would ever realize, slipping out of his mouth daringly, selfishly. a name tattooed onto the hollows of his tongue shamelessly. “ angela. ”