#jiniour

[silverphorus]

( + jiniour )

        —— Silver narrowed her eyes in attempt to make her vision clearer as she discreetly stared at the idol sitting just tables away from her own. It was definitely GOT7′s JR; she just knew it, despite him wearing a mask and his hoodie over his head. She wasn't a hugely crazy fan of GOT7, even though she really enjoyed listening to their songs, but seeing one of them come by this cafe she went to everyday was rather fascinating.

[lvcrimosa]

jiniour started [ + ] you.

     Of course it would have slipped from his fingers. Rain was dripping from every clean surface in thick strings, hitting the warm fabric of his hoodie as he waited near the full bus stop. It only took one second of void attention for his precious, beaten up soccer ball to slip from his hand and break toward the sidewalk. Given the choice between the approaching bus and his ball, he chose the latter without hesitation, kicking up small puddles when his sneakers punched the ground.

       His heart pumped. He skidded to a halt before he could lunge toward his prize: A foot had stilled the ball and kept it snug from Lu’s reach. He swallowed the dryness in his mouth and directed two large eyes to the stranger, offering a bated smile.

     “Thank you.”