#knight;

[coffee-kyungsoo]

WHY ARE YOU SO ATTRACTIVE?

Uhm Hi, I miss you too

[coffee-kyungsoo]

-scrunching up his nose, he nods, placing his chin onto the top of your head- I love you too. And I don't ever want to leave you, or have you leave me, you understand that?

[coffee-kyungsoo]

[text: Kyungpoo] Someone told me I looked like a celebrity today. Do I really?

[text: Knight Kim] obviously you’re on something[text: Knight Kim]  i mean i guess? [text: Knight Kim] where are you o h my god come home.

[coffee-kyungsoo]

[text: Kyungpoo] Oh, I was actually just lost in your eyes. Heh.

[text: Knight Kim] are you ok omg??!!! what is going on.

[coffee-kyungsoo]

[text: Kyungpoo] I think I'm drunk. Will you come get me?

[text: Knight Kim] ......... 

[coffee-kyungsoo]

[text: Kyungpoo] It's a quarter after four, (I) can't make it to the door, and I need you now.

[text: Knight Kim] Kai-- what

[ilsvn-blog]

The Good Samaritan (hs & is)

There was a different type normalcy in their morning routines. It was nothing like Ilsoon had seen on the dramas she liked so much -- there was no chance for her to have a man lazily wake her up with his arms around her waist and a cup off coffee resting idly for her on her nightstand. No, she was too fidgety and too obstinate to be waited on hand-and-foot, no matter how much she craved everything to be just plain normal. Rather than cups of coffee and strong arms around her waist, Ilsoon usually found herself nursing cigarettes between her thin fingers and the light fabric of a cheap, hotel robe wrapped snugly around her waist ( that, despite it’s own cheapness, never failed to hitch a ride back in her purse to her place  ). Cat-like in her actions and appearance, Ilsoon sat perched on the windowsill as she took continual drags of her cigarette. Breathe in, breath out -- it was episodic with no end in sight, but a good part of her enjoyed the simple laziness of it all; after all, the woman found no greater solace than in smoking her woes away. The pile of ash from her previous cigarettes littered the white windowsill and rather than seeing it as a mess, Ilsoon couldn’t but stop and think about how beautiful it all looked, the dark ash against the pure while paint. She hated how insightful she felt at times like this but she couldn’t help it -- after all, there was beauty in keeping one’s mouth shut, right? The silence pervaded her and for a moment she felt almost too cheesy as she continued to look out the dirtied window with a wistful look on her face, causing her to look down in embarrassment. 

The soft shuffling of sheets caused her to look back up again, the cigarette dangerously short but her curiosity dangerously high. She didn't know why he interested her so much -- she was no stranger to mornings like this ( not only with him, but much better and more powerful people ) but a singular glance at his mused hair and his tired eye-smile and she knew she was in too deep. He - hyunsik - was beautiful, too beautiful; too talented; too much of a good guy for a kind of girl like her. And, much like the ash coloring the pure white paint, she found herself like a stain on his pure, white reputation. The realization was too hard to come to terms with; she knew it since long ago, but realizing it and internalizing it were two different things and Ilsoon lamented that she was never quite sure if she could ever fully understand it. Too painful, she mused. And the only time she liked pain was during sex. 

But, the 23 year old had appearances to keep up so rather than smiling back, she took one last puff of her cigarette and stamped it out on the window, letting the ashes fall on the sill. “Finally-- you’re up.” Ilsoon huffs as she tightens the robe around her lithe figure -- half from dieting and half from simply having nothing to eat. The smell of sex still hung pungent in the air and no matter how many times Ilsoon thought she was used to it, it’s sour smell still managed to send shivers down her spine. Hyunsik seemed apologetic enough -- his large, goofy smile never seemed to fail and for a split second, Ilsoon thought that he wanted her to lay next to him and lazily spoon the day away. But things are never as simple as that and she knew that maybe she should just keep her distance. 

For his sake, of course. 

“Been a while, hasn’t it?” Ilsoon finally muttered as a comfortable silence rested between the two. Resting her weary back against the wall, she tried to keep her eyes off of his; something that had once captivated her so genuinely now proved to be her downfall. “Almost feels like old times, doesn’t it?”