Tomorrow is a blur for everyone but not for her. She knows too well that her future is just a repeat of her past. Bloody. Cold. Bruised. That will be her. Will she risk to have that tomorrow again just to treasure the blink of happiness before it w...
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Learning to him is more than worshiping to the gods. It's not mere praising and praying but also molding with his own hands, reshaping, and engraving all its finest details until perfection. It's not mere knowing...
~ Memory Journal: Scholar's Book page 4 -
If Seokjin makes her feel safe, Namjoon makes her feel vulnerable. She feels like being stripped naked, so exposed inside out.
He is an enigma. A world of sees that drowns her humbly to its depths. But instead of fighting it out, her soul welcomes it. As she sinks, she melts. Her every atom merge with his world, unapologetically open. Her entirety revealed... The right and wrongs... the beauty and the ugliness... mostly the ugliness...
That night at the park, she wanted to dismiss him, but his presence shackled her to place. Her heart wavered. Her being mushed into total abandon. Her guilt for running away from Taehyung worsened with his every step. She felt way worse when he sat beside her, silent, waiting. And when her being felt so attuned with the comforting waves he emitted, she calmed down. It felt like somehow, she's no longer alone. He made her feel seen. At that moment, just like in Germany, she felt she could tell him everything.
"I'm happy that you like seeing me." Once again, she's sinking to his depths. She can't help but lean on his touch, her lids fluttering. "Baby." The single word simmers within her bones, shuttering and tearing the remnants of the mask she was wearing.
An unlikely mewl rasps from her throat. It's only with Seokjin's chuckle that she realizes it, widening her eyes, flabbergasted. Instinctively, she wants to step away, but Seokjin is holding her in place. His arms around her, warm and ever so tender.
"I-I..." She stutters but bites her lips to stop when Namjoon chuckles. The wrinkling of his eyes and the dimples of both of his cheeks floors her. And as he lets go, her muscles reflexively follow through, as if pulled to his string... a puppet or a fish on his bait.
"Oh darling." Jin giggles and tenderly kisses her shoulder, gracing a nip on her skin. "Don't fight it." He lowly whispers so close on her nape, raising goosebumps, simmering more heat on her spine.
"Please..." She doesn't know why she is even whimpering. She has to gulp it down as soon as she realizes how desperately weak she have seem to them.
"Please what?" Jin's chuckle is mocking. Before she can retaliate with something clever, he squeezes her arms and let's go, leaving her unnerve. It's curious how one moment she wants his touch to stop and hungrily crave it next. His warmth slowly fades. Instead of feeling relieved and at peace of him letting go, she feels rather empty. Yet, she's adamant not to show him that.
Hands gingerly reaching out to hers and holding them whilst his thumbs stroking circles on it, he asks question in a sweet gentle way as if he didn't just make her brainless. Good thing though, she can still feel him close, so close she can smell the mint of his breath. "Are you done here? Should we go have dinner?"
