It's a weird thing isn't it? To touch someone and feel like you're on fire when it's your fingertips that are freezing cold. They shiver on their own as I run them down your neck, your collarbones, the dip between and you huff, half at how agonizingly slow the touch is and half at how incredibly it affects you, makes you fall apart without realisation. It is all so elevating, the hair at the nape of your neck stand, my skin ripples in goosebumps and yours follows the effect.
There is a fingertip, cold, nimble and long in the middle of my back. It splays up and runs down till I shiver, back arching into you and I part my mouth from yours in a whimper. It really is weird, isn't it? I break for you, shatter and turn over inside my body all because I get to touch you and most importantly, I get to be touched by you.
Young-Jae only tilted his head in confusion as she went on talking to herself til
"Here try this. It's like the best pasta ever," Hyunexclaimed transferring a generous amount of the dish onto Minjae's platter. She sighed and took in a deep breath, he was constantly feeding her new dishes she would taste. Every dish that was good enough and passed Minjae's checkpoint arrived at Young-Jae who further examined whether or not it'd be perfected by him."I can't eat more," he whined tugging at Minjae's blazer sleeve and she whipped her head to him with furrowed brows and a very smile small on her face."I promise this will be the last for today. Do you not like the food?", she asked scrunching her nose up and he vigorously shook his head no. Of course, he liked the food, it was the most delicious lunch he had ever had except that one time Seok-Min had made him Bulgogi."My stomach is gonna burst I swear to god," he groaned holding a hand
I've started to miss you Pieces of you The fleeting touches I've started to miss them again. This time, I'm not sure if I'll ever not miss them. You stay next to me with me in your arms but your eyes search for somebody else, something else. Do you need more? Or do you need less? Do you need me? Or do you need her? What do you see when you look at me? Are you looking at me or are you looking at yourself in the mirror behind us? What do you want when you part your lips but never speak? What do you wish for when your eyes shine beneath me but you forget me the next minute? Do you see me? Or do you see another her? I've started to miss your touch, every second every minute. It's poisonous because what do you see when you look at me? Do you see me or do you see another her? - "Are we doing it right here?", he panicked, for the first time, he was so nervous about sex. Why? He had no idea either.
Justin! Why are you here if you can't do anything properly?", Minjae's scream echoed through the complete shop but fortunately, it was empty. Justin shivered deeply, he swore even Minjae could've heard his heartbeat but what could he do? He was new to working one-on-one with her anyway."I-I'm sorry Ma'am. It's just that this is m-my first time working with you," he stuttered and she took in a harsh breath before clenching her jaw. She tried to calm herself down by fisting her hands but it didn't work either."Stop stuttering Justin, I promise I'm not always this rude. It's just I have a lot of work to be done today and you're not helping it," she mumbled coldly, her upfront forward tone stinging like a bitch but her words weren't as harsh as her tone.As soon as Justin had scurried off in hopes of finding the white chairs she wanted, Minjae sat down on the
My December doesn't feel the same without, come take me back. When was it when I saw you last? The last month? The beginning of December? Will I ever see you again? And if I do, will you be the same? Will you be just as forgiving? Just as sweet, honey dripping from your lips like you've spoken an octave higher? What is it that will change about you? Would you let me love it? Would you let me love you, still? Would you let me love you more than I do now? Would you let me love you more than she ever did? Would you let me love you as much as I wish I could? Would you let me in? - Young-Jae?", she hurried to him, followed by Kim who was previously pestering her to climb up the stairs and change into the dress he just bought for her, knowing damn well she would try to act professional and end up wearing the same clothes she wears every day. "You sho
N-Noona, I'm worried. Please don't cry, just tell me what happened," Minjae shook her head but Young-Jae couldn't see it so she pulled away and wiped the few tears that had rolled onto her cheek. The boy smiled a smile so reassuring that Minjae couldn't help but smile back."You're gorgeous dolled up or not, in a dress or in a pantsuit. You're always gorgeous," she threw her head back in a happy fashion and Young-Jae immediately realized just how easy she was to figure out even with her cold and rude frontier. He couldn't believe that a woman so strong and beautiful had tears in her eyes because her best friend didn't compliment her."By the way, Joon's been staring at us for quite some while. I think he wants a dance with the lady of the night," Young-Jae teased but Minjae's smile dropped and she hmphed, looking away in the most stubborn way ever."Ah I see
My hand slips through the cracks of the vases and windows we painted together with stolen glances and carefree smiles like quicksand. The fleeting moment of wanting you back is over before it started and the deep rumbling in my chest is back. I can't tell if I've swallowed you whole or if you've left yourself behind to merge with what's left of me. Whatever way it happened, I am now you and you are now nobody but a empty vessel, a Mirage of my desires in another billion. - "Did you like the party? I mean, were you satisfied with the work I did?", the boy was nervous in anticipation of the answer and there was no fucking way he had left something undone or unsatisfactory. Min Young-Jae wanted to be a perfectionist for a perfectionist like Minjae. "Honestly? You did an amazing job and I hope to see the same level of work done in the coming events," her professional tone slipped ou
Minjae's 'until next time' wasn't until the two weeks that followed it. Those fourteen days were the most boring ones out of his life with him not being able to even see her face for once. She wouldn't visit the shop anymore, not even Joon would show up. It was just Young-Jae and Jin working side by side eight hours a day.He would go straight home and then back to work, sometimes streaming on the webcam, sometimes just straight up passing out on his bed. The worst part of it all was that he didn't even have her number neither did he know the address of her office. On the seventh day, Young-Jae was bored out of his brain at the coffee shop when he received the text from 'Jaeminmin'.He had replied instantly which had further led to them having small conversations which turned into more friendly conversations and here he was, chatting away with her with his elbows rested on the counter in front o
Being in love as an artist is so defeating, so deafening and so beautiful at the same time. My muse is in my head, in my bed, everywhere. In my clothes their scent stays and the walls of my house cave in with the echo of his voice. It's like a noose around the neck that's pulled tighter I write about him. Without even trying, everything I write is about him. Everything I imagine becomes with him, for him or he himself. He'd call me crazy if he read all of it but in my madness, only he resides. So, who really is crazy here? The one that writes or the one that makes? - "I c-can't Jae, I can't. I tore him apart, I wouldn't even be able to look him in the eye. I'm already enough ashamed right now," Jess' eyes were trained on their feet as her hand stayed intertwined with Minjae's. "I'm so sorry I ran away. I just couldn't do it anymore." "All that matter