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[ c - ??? ] CiTRUS

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i have to admit i was thinking about moonbyul when writing this 🗿

non-descript female project your idol! <3

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Isn't she beautiful?

Don't you think?

Who would disagree?

How she walks with the grace of a powerful woman. Hair flowing in her strides. She's something. isn't she?

How could I not fall for her? She was my best friend after all. How was I allowed to learn such intimate things about her and not put it to good use?

Her flowing hair carries her signature scent as she comes to me; It's citrus. So I call her Ms Citrus.

"Hey!" And her voice is so sweet.

I can't help but stutter whenever she smiles. It's dazzling and I'm trapped in her bright eyes. She makes my living room hers, with her bold, excited steps. She claims her favourite side of the couch. It's got her all over it, from the years of her deciding to bring plushies and pillows from her own home to decorate in mine.

So the movie plays.

But I can't pay attention. I steal glances of her, engrossed in buttery popcorn and flashing lights.

She's beautiful.

I never expected her to be the one I'd choose. I never expected her to be my favourite person in the world. I was only given her as my best friend and nothing more. Why should I ask for more? She's given me so much- too much. What else can I ask her?

"Wanna go for a walk?"

"You're crazy, it's like midnight."

"All the better; there's no one around."

Just what are you suggesting, Ms Citrus?

The air is crisp and so clean. Something about the nights in the city is so calming. Like the world's on hold for a few hours.

"Playground! Let's go." I laugh because it's absurd, but I follow her excited figure with a smile on my face.

"Sit with me on the swings."

She sways herself heavy in a rhythmic manner while I simply sit and rock my feet back and forth on the foam ground. "Feel like a child again," She muses. I agree, a chuckle slithering through the undertones.

"I'd love to be worry-less one day. Hate thinking about things." I hum. How ironic. I'm thinking too much about her. Every day.

"Hold my hand so I don't bump into any poles on the way." I chuckle but fulfil her wish on the walk back. My left hand in her right, pulling her in when she drifts too far astray with her closed eyes. Understandably, it's late and she's tired.

Now she's gone. And I'm alone in my room, in my bed, looking out at the moon.

I clench my fist, remembering her warmth and how her hand felt. I clasp them in front of my face and inhale but- There's the smell of citrus again! I must be hallucinating.

Oh!

Oh I wish she was here.

My phone buzzes. Wiping tears-to-be from my eyes, I let the wallpaper blind me for a second to read the notification...

My Ms Citrus!

"Can you get me from the door? It's kinda cold."

My heart feels like it stops.

Swinging the door open... There she is. My beautiful, precious girl. My one and only. My love, Ms Citrus.

"Welcome home."

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based on Citrus by Kid Milli aka literally my fav song from his entire discography i'm so glad i found this bitch before he dropped cliche AAAAAA fav album <3