❛ Your whispers still haunt my skin, caressing my scars, nipping at my flesh. That's why it often itches.❜
[🌬] 𝙁𝙊𝙍𝙀𝙎𝙃𝘼𝘿𝙊𝙒𝙄𝙉𝙂
"I like your sketches." Felix hummed.
"I don't."
In which a stoner always finds th...
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It was around 9 o'clock when the main door of the Hwang's household was suddenly unlocked. With merely a soundless click, the entrance was opened, and in walked a tall, slim figure. The lights were off and the hall was swarmed in darkness except for the little light coming from the street's lamp posts, which engulfed the blond's figure like a golden aura from behind. As quietly as his body could, he took a step inwards, closing the door. If it weren't for the moon's reflection indulging through a window on his left, he's sure he would've tripped by now.
He tensed after he heard a slight shuffling before him, which he took as a warning because right after a sudden bright light blinded him temporarily.
"Why the fuck are you arriving this late, Hyunjin?"
A small groan itched at his vocals chords, begging to be let out. The guy blinked rather violently, trying to accommodate to the now lit room, a hand raised to create some shade for both of his eyes. Through blurred edges, he could make up another tall (but still not as tall as him), slim figure, with the difference that this one was more feminine, her head graced by a tangarine toned halo.
"Yeji, could you fucking tone it down?" He hissed through clenched teeth, eyes still stinging from the sudden change in lightning.
A sharp inhale was what he heard before a set of feet approached him, in a rather rapid way. A hand was suddenly clamped against his wrist, forcefully moving his limb away from his face.
"Are you— Are you fucking high?!" His twin sister exclaimed, her eyes narrowing fiercely, glinting with a thousand hungry flames.
A slow, silly grin started to creep onto Hyunjin's lips, lazy snickers coming from his form as the corners of his smile marked themselves in a rather mischievous way. He snorted, shaking his head sloppily — "Pfft, no! I'm Hyunjin, remember? How could you forget your twin's name, jeez."
A mess of hiccups and chuckles continued escaping his throbbing throat, the corner of his lips inching upwards as a bigger, drunken grin illuminated his usual dull face.
The fire once lit in the orange-haired girl's eyes drowned out leisurely, pupils shrinking petrified, eyelids widening hopelessly. At her brother's state, Yeji felt like crying.
"God . . ." A single whisper uttered from her grimaced face, lips trembling so very slightly, softly, pathetically.
