[𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲] mint chocolate lips, smeared against fervor and vertigo, a sweet savor that lifted one by the lips and into the spinning ataraxy of countless stars. like a canvas, vacuous of its dress, it, blessedly, donned hue upon alabaster flesh - a delicate erubescent. as pure as could be, as if it were fate’s very own wrinkled fingers guiding, steadily, a thousand imperceptible brushes across, birthing sensations you had never ever - not in a million years! - imagined to be. and somewhere, hidden upon the vastness of dust, lights, and arcane bodies, stuffed just betwixt the cracks, is the lurking runt of the progeny: bitter. absinthian confiture which had snuck to the far corner of your mouth, seeping poison stained sempiternally into your haven that brought a sense of deep, abysmal blue to everything it touched.
and 𝘩𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑔 𝘩𝑦𝑢𝑛𝑗𝑖𝑛, you thought, irises gazing upon swollen eyes and tear-streaked cheeks, the silence of the dim living room interrupted by the minute ambiance of the tv and his turbulent breathing, could not possibly be the one to make you feel this way. deniably undeniable - utterly ludicrous. so much so, you opted to press your lips together in fear that everything may just spill out within a breath of disregard. especially not with the two of you curled up far too intimately, legs tangled, arms wrapped solicitously around waists and shoulder - though, mostly him, you - mourning over some kdrama like it was the sob-story of the century.
well, perhaps that was the case for hyunjin, but you, in particular, found the female lead just a tad too cheery and the male lead far too.. what was the word? ah, yes. cliche. like a character plucked right out of a book, he was the perfect guy: dreamy, smart, athletic, everything and anything teen girls were into these days. guess they never expected a nineteen year old boy to be the one bawling his eyes in front of the screen in a puddle of his own emotions because they’re never going to be able to be with each other, (name), i can’t believe it!
that’d surely be a terrible time to admit to adamantly true feelings - i like you, hwang hyunjin! so you pressed latently closer and sigh, lifting the cool metal of the spoon to his lips, a silent cajolement for him to stop crying and eat some more ice cream because mint chocolate was his favorite, and he had promised you to eat all of it if you would buy it for him. “stop crying, you big baby.” his tears smeared into your sleeve, a hue darker, seeping through the fabric and onto skin as you wiped them away, words a stark contrast against the gentle dabs, careful not to scrape him.
he took the spoon in his mouth, swallowing the minty coolness before responding. “i.. it’s so sad. i can’t believe her family would do that to her-” you’re not sure what had prompted you; what devil had slipped clandestinely onto your shoulder and whispered slithering audacity to your ear - perhaps it was hyunjin. perhaps it was him in all his.. in all his.. you weren’t quite sure anymore. he made you feel. he made you feel. and whatever it was to you.. you leaned forward, pressed your lips to his in a breath of a second, and pulled back, mouth forming fast, too fast, around some sort of half proclaimed declaration that you would surely come to regret later. yet as the words at last came spilling out, it tasted of sweet mint ice-cream, a hint of bitter chocolate rue just placidly in the corner.
“i like you, hwang hyunjin.”
