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━━━━ ˗ˏ 🍨 ˎ˗‍‍‍‍Long Distance

Hello! I suggest playing the song above while reading. Enjoy!

❛ ━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ ❜

Long Distance relationships.

No one really liked them, yet some dreamt to experience them once in their lifetime.

People who were involved in those type of relationships, yearned for their significant other. Felt this strange feeling of loneliness in them, even though they had everything and everyone they ever needed. They longed to love their loved one like any other couple. Hold them. Kiss them. Laugh with them. Cry with them. Hold them close to themselves and never let go. Most of all, Love them.

Placing her glass of chilled water, with elegant slices of lime swimming inside, on the peice of smooth wood set on the beige table, her several high lighter, brush pens, coloured pencils and other stationary sprawled on the wide surface. The artificial plants by the table stretched its leaves widely, fairy lights decorating the stems as if it were a small Christmas tree.

She stretched her arms outwards back arching.

It was 5 am, the clock's arms ticking by loudly, as nothing could be heard in the room, but the clock, and the sound pens and pencils brush against the white pearly paper, occasional groans coming out of the girl as she rumbled quietly about how her architecture teacher favours the other class.

As the clock hit 6 am with a 'tick!', she jumped up from her seat, heading straight to her bathroom after tidying up her messed up desk. She stripped out of clothes. Lukewarm liquid spilled out of the shower head as some of it evaporated.

Washing the bodywash off of her body, she got out of the shower, droplets of water sliding down her skin, kissing every inch of her body.

She slid into her undergarments. Then into a wrap over knitted baby pink sweater and a black skirt, which had a strap at the front that went all the way around her waist, both ends meeting at the front again, creating a small bow. She wore black thigh highs underneath her skirt and white Nike air force 1's as footwear, a small potion of her hair up in a blue bow.

Applying some gloss, kohl, eyeliner and mascara, smacking her lips together, as Nix sprayed herself with her fragrance mist.

The dark haired walked out if her bedroom door, towards the kitchen as she started cooking breakfast, humming a sweet melody. Setting the plates on the clothed table neatly, she wrote a note saying, please try to act as normal as possible today.

Before walking put of the house, closing the door gently.

"Took you long enough" Yeri, one of her two young managers, said.

"Yeah Yeah" Nix just rolled her eyes playfully, making her way to the passenger seat. The airport where Louis's flight was going to land was about 3 hours away.

Oh it was going to be a long ride.

❁

All the patience left her body like a soul would when it's vessel died, when Nix and Yeri reached the airport. The younger, almost immediately, jumping out of the 12 seater van.

She skipped her way towards the waiting area, Yeri trailing behind her, keeping a close eye on the idol.

Nix's hands sweating cold, her fingers fidgeting with the black bow formed on her skirt. She stopped on her tracks as soon as she saw a tall male figure walking out of the airport, one hand in his pocket as the other held on to the suitcase, pulling it along with him. His hair qere dishevelled, yet he looked so breath-taking.