“Tatted In Red” but with Yugyeom of course 🥰 ( pls don’t judge my cheesy title lmao )
[ 10:04 PM ] | TATTED IN RED
—I HOPE YOU FUCK HER WITH YOUR EYES CLOSED AND THINK OF ME I HOPE YOU LOVE HER WITH THE LIGHTS LOW AND THINK OF ME.
twenty-three specks. there are twenty-three divots on your bathroom ceiling, you discover—spattered across the white in various shades of brown; like coffee stains on a newspaper. idly, you wonder what the last tenants did in this tiny space that they exist in such an impossible place. if, perhaps, something morbid had happened and your landlord had never cared to tell you.
if wouldn’t be beyond her. she’s a bitch, anyways.
the uncharitable train of thought does nothing for your mood. nor does the clatter of dishes from the next room; it’s all too easy to imagine him struggling to load the dishwasher right—the beginnings of a migraine are already blossoming in your temple; dull and throbbing to the beat of your heart. faintly, you register the soft sound of his cursing before his footsteps.
they round the corner—accompanied by muted squelching as he steps on the tile. “you didn’t take off your boots,” you murmur, eyes flicking to take in the tall figure standing at your bathroom door. he regards you with some measure of concern, head tilting.
it strikes you how beautiful yugyeom has always been; like some other-worldly creature from another world that descended into your living room and departs just as quickly.
you still don’t know if he came from heaven or hell.
“sorry,” he says, while his hair falls gracefully into his eyes. the jingle of his earrings colliding with his jacket catches on your ear, and you watch it swing for a minute. a silver crucifix.
interesting choice.
