❛ 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 with rather violence that the car swerved abruptly, lead by Jisung's oh-so-harmonized screech.
All caused by Hyunjin flinching awake from his slumber.
"Jisung, why the fuck would you do that!" Screamed Chan, after having successfully driven the car back straight into a lain.
Han scoffed. "Me? Hyunjin was the one at fault!"
"Yeah because I can totally control my outburst awakening," He replied, however his voice sounded muffled, as if he were underwater. Not that he was being currently crushed by two of his friends or anything. "Can you two get off me, I can't fucking breathe."
"Oh shit, right."
"Yeah Changbin, move dude."
"Jisung, you're literally pressing down on my fucking windpipe."
Hyunjin finally felt like breathing again when Han sat upright once again, muttering a small apology and something along the lines of "you curse way too much, jeez".
He would have said something about it, really he would have, but his mind was elsewhere. Could've been the disorientation, or that he was still claimed as sleep's prisoner — but he could only fixate on the first wordings which escaped his mouth.
Yeah because I can totally control my outburst awakening.
My outburst awakening.
Awakening.
The blond widened his eyes. Was it all a freaking dream?
Hwang tried squeezing the sleep off his eyes, "Uh, sorry, where are we going?"
As he rubbed his eyelids with his palms, he failed to notice Jeongin turning to look at him from the passenger seat; with quite the amused face. "Do you have short-term memory loss or something? We're heading towards Chris' house, remember?" He chuckled.
"What—" And then it drawn to him, their after-classes plans. A couple of hours prior, in this same car, with Han, Minho and Chan.
It was the lightest touch of his fingers that brushed against his lips, as subtle as a feather. It lingered, that touch's absence, but it was irrelevant compared to the tingling sensation still biting at his lips. It couldn't have been a dream, could it? But then again why would Felix suddenly talk to him like that? How would he know his name? And why, for fuck's sake, would he ever kiss him?
