quiet // taeyong ff

12

"seriously," i lightly smiled, scanning over the shelves that were filled with spongebob figurines

to think that i thought he was some mysterious badass with a nicotine addiction,

"why do you look so suprised?"

"because i'd never except you to be...so soft,"

he lightly scoffed, "what, just because i smoke from time to time means i can't collect these,"

what

i turned my head to take a glimpse of his facial expression, but by the light smile drawn on his lips, it became obvious that he wasnt being serious.

good

"you know i don't always smoke, only when i'm a little stressed out," he shrugged, now straightening one of the figurines

i smiled

good

i could sense his two eyes staring down at me, so i simply looked at him once again,

but his eyes weren't on me

they were on my wrist, and i know exactly what he's trying to figure out

so i grabbed the hem of my sleeve and slowly pulled it up to reveal scars that were starting to fade away slightly, "i don't do it all the time to,"

he hand quickly latched onto my arm pulling me closer towards him

he smiled,  "good,"

"good,"