COLOR DRABBLE : accepting !» @hhanseung
i think, she begins, arms folded over her chest, that there’s something missing.
habitual: the feeling of restlessness that accumulates. a rolled up blanket tucked beneath her arm as she sails from one apartment to the next, the unpredictability of makeshift currents carrying a girl who can’t seem to sit still. turning and turning; one couch traded for another; the world, moving—
somehow she feels as if she’s at a standstill.
seunghyun looks amused. or resigned, or possibly a mixture of both. mornings are usually quiet, punctuated by the clink of silverware or the coffee machine as it putters to life. these days come rarer now. but somehow it’s all still familiar to her— comfortable in the way things remain unchanged. there are some times when she likes constants. this is one of them.
cinnamon? i can’t tell- i mean, it tastes okay, doesn’t it? his eyes have lowered to his phone as he responds to an incoming message, uttering a grunt of agreement. it’s edible, she determines after another tentative bite. she balls up her napkin and tosses it at his head, yah, oppa- who said they’d entertain their favorite dongsaeng for an hour? he gives her a look, fine, and lowers his phone. wanders closer to the stove to poke at the cookies set atop the tray. are you sure we’re not going to die?
habitual: the way she pushes, pushes, pushes.
but morning smells like vanilla and coffee beans, so it’s okay.
