“Arranged marriages often come with the unfortunate side effects of displeasure, melancholy, hatred of one’s self and the other person, and often times defiance,” Narcissa mused, as she sashayed into the room, with grace she had been taught since a child. “Yet oddly enough you display none of these symptoms. Have you grown fond of me, my lord?”
A few bubbles bursted against him as he reached you, causing a spark to go off in your heart that also jolted you back to the present. Still, you were unable to look away from him as you stood there wordlessly with your mouth slightly open, unable to tear your eyes away from his face.
You didn’t want to, to be honest. Because just how could someone be so beautiful, so handsome, so breathtaking and so divine all at the same time?
“Y/N.” Seokmin’s voice rooted you back to reality, snapping out of your daze. “Huh?” You asked, looking around frantically as you felt heat cheeks creep into your cheeks, trying to figure out what was the question.
“Are you okay?” He asked again, as you felt Yerin grip your shoulder in concern too.
“I’m- I’m-” fine? Were you fine? Your eyes flicked back to the man’s, which was laced with concern and you immediately regretted it because your stomach flipped, causing you to look away hastily. “I- Uhm.”
“I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to- Jeonghan said I should aim at the balloons from there because I’m in the shooting team- You know what, how can I apologise?” You peered at the back to see ‘Jeonghan’ smiling back at you apologetically, a devilish glint still in his eyes. You turned up to look at the man who had taken your breath away (and whose name you still don’t know unfortunately) and immediately flicked your eyes to look at the tiny sunflower on his shirt so that you wouldn’t have to meet his eyes. Ah, much better.
“No need for that!” Yerin said, pulling you back with a forced grin. “It’s okay, it’s just water-”
“No!” Baekhyun roared, cutting her off and shocking the entire group. Then looking sheepishly around, he added, “I meant, you said you were a shooter right? How about you win us the grand prize?”
“Excuse me?” You sputtered, unable to believe how Baekhyun was trying to con this man (but since it was Baekhyun it shouldn’t have surprised except maybe you didn’t want him to con this man.)
Then Jaemin too pipped in, much to your embarrassment. “Yeah! That teddy should be enough. Shouldn’t be a sweat for you, right?”
“Uh, guys I don’t think that’s necessary-” You began but the guy cut you off. “It’s okay.” He said with a smile. Damn, even his toothy grin was causing your heart to stutter- “I can get that for you.”
Мой желудок начинает протестовать против n-ного количества сигарет (пятница, можно) и второй чашки сладковатого кофе.
Глупый, я же знаю, что тебе полегчает. Чувствую, как вздувается живот от двух таблеток мочегонного и восьми бисака (бисакодила гидрохлорид, для непросвещённых) и уже предвкушаю эту веселую ночку в компании Буковски и белого друга.
Ну а что ты хотела, милая? Нечего было пихать в себя сегодня что попало. Очередной булимический рейд, пока никого нет дома. Сейчас даже вспоминать противно. И тошно. Тошно.
Тошнота. Накатывает. Волнами.
Стараюсь не думать об этом.
Стараюсь отвлечься и смотрю по сторонам.
Прохожу мимо круглосуточной автомойки. Неужели кому-то так сильно приспичило мыть машину в половину первого ночи?
Дура, а ты гуляешь одна в футболке со стаканом кофе и влажными волосами. Такая себе полуночная городская сумасшедшая.
Если бы не действие таблеток, то эта прогулка была бы вполне сносной.
Кофе, сигареты, музыка.
Август ускользает так незаметно.
Я стараюсь не думать о тебе, но это плохо получается.
И я уже не знаю, от чего меня тошнит больше, от таблеток или от мыслей о тебе..?