mys·tique
/miˈstēk/
noun
a fascinating aura of mystery, awe, and power surrounding someone or something.
˗ˏˋ ♡ 'ˎ˗
- in which you're searching for another imagines book.
haven't had anything to do but daydream, so i decided to write another one.
s...
— it might be a short imagine. a picture of the lehenga.
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"i can't believe my mom dragged me to some wedding, only to waste two hours being bored." you grumbled, closing the door behind you, walking into the house. your hands grabbed the sides of your skirt as you walked down the small set of stairs—careful, as to not step on the material. although the ceremony was boring, you got to eat good in the end.
it's a win. you waddled your way to the kitchen, stopping in front of the cabinet. you let out a sigh, extending your arm as you pulled a shot glass from the second shelf. then, getting a bottle of soju from the refrigerator. you popped the cork as it fell to the floor with a thud. shrugging your shoulders, you poured yourself a glass, gulping it down.
"oh, you're back?" you heard his voice, immediately looking up. you placed your chin in your hand as you tiredly poured yourself another glass. "yes, how was your day?" you asked, gulping another drink down, before pouring another glass. you didn't get a response, which made you shift your attention to him. your eyes met his eyes, he was looking at you. "detective oh?" you called out to him. "y-yes? oh, yes. we caught the culprit." he says with a shrug, placing his hands in his pocket. "you caught the culprit? that's good." you clapped, hyping him up. "what are you saying?" he chuckled to himself.
"shall we drink to that?" you offered, holding up the bottle to him. then, you realized. "oh, right. you can't drink. i'm sorry," you pressed your lips together, pulling your arm back. "good job, salute." you raised your hand in a way to salute him. he chuckles to himself, "salute." you poured another glass, raising your glass for a cheer before gulping down the liquid. "you look beautiful." he blurted out, your eyes shifted to his figure as you looked at him. then, he avoids your eyes, pressing his lips together before clearing his throat. "you like it? is it pretty?" you asked, as your fingers twirled the fabric of the dress. "yes." this time, his eyes pierced into yours. "i like it too, it's pretty." you smiled. your worries washed over you as he complimented the traditional clothing.
"that's a relief." you sighed in relief. "what is?" he tilted his head slightly. "i was a bit insecure wearing this lehenga but you said it's pretty." you told him, playing with the sides of your skirt. his lips parted to say something, "why would you feel insecure? you look beautiful, i mean it." he spoke, making his way beside you, grabbing the half emptied bottle of soju. "what are you.." your voice trailed off as he poured a glass. he raised his glass in a cheer and gulped down the shot. then he turned to you and smiled, "are you okay?" you asked, receiving silence as an answer.
jihyuk collapses into your arms, sound asleep. you slapped your forehead repeatedly, cursing yourself for not stopping him. "let's get you to bed." you sighed, struggling to hold him up. you threw his arm over your shoulder and wrapped your arm around his side. you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding as you threw him onto the mattress. "what a mess," you shook your head, reaching for the blanket and spreading it over him. "good night, detective oh." you waved, walking out of the room.
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i had this imagine earlier. it's currently 1:09am and i'm paranoid because it's dark. yes, i'm scared of the dark.
