𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆 '✦ ˑ ִֶ 𓂃⊹ 花 : ᵎᵎ
❝𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝖼𝗎𝗉𝗂𝖽, 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝗂𝗍 𝗎𝗌 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾❞
🏹 ⋮ one text led to another, and another
until long-lasting conversations were
held betwee...
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🟢 hs.l_01 _____________________________
HEESEUNG i can be at yours in 10 mins if i run Seen at 2.37am
HEESEUNG look out ur window
JIYEON what
JIYEON wait u rly did get here in 10 😃
HEESEUNG u thought i was lying?
JIYEON never😃🫢
The enigmatic azure was caliginous with ominous, ebony clouds with the sound of the raindrops pounding against the window to her bedroom. The violent unforgiving wind raced throughout the resident area, causing leaves to tear off of the boughs of the trees, that were swaying heavily in the strengthening gust.
Park Jiyeon's orbs widened with eagerness upon reading his text messages. A voltaic jolt of anticipation surged through every crevice of her veins, spurring her off the cold ligneous floor where she had been perched upon in the tenebrosity of her bedroom. With a sense of urgency igniting her every step, she scurried towards the breadth of her window, her pulse drumming a frantic rhythm in her ears.
As she flung the window open, a rush of cool, rain-laden gust of air enveloped her, carrying the scent of petrichor blended meticulously with the traces of fresh grass and damp leaves. Her gaze descended to the earth's ground below, where Heeseung's silhouette stood amidst the relentless rainstorm. The raindrops erupting from the ebon empyrean splattered through the open window, mingled with her own essence, obscuring her vision to see him in clear view.
In the midst of the thunderous downpour of midnight, Heeseung stood resolute, drenched to the skin in his white short-sleeved muscle t-shirt, the thin fabric adhering to his body like a second skin, delineating every sinew and curve of his sculpted torso. And although she's not one to gawk, she could see beads of rain droplets pouring down his physique, tracing the contours of his musculature, down the bulging muscles of his neck to his biceps, even from where she stands.
The raven tendrils of his hair, saturated and cascading in rivulets over his forehead, partially veiling the intensity of his gaze as he endeavored to steady his breath with the rise and fall of his chest in a rushed cadence of determination, each inhalation seeming like a testament to his unwavering resolve in the face of nature's fury.
"Let's talk, Jiyeon." He panted deeply, his drenched white tee clung to his chest heaving up and down with great vigor, desperate to gather fresh air back into his lungs as his palm curled around the solid of his phone.
With the delicate of her finger pressed to her ashen lips, she stilly shushed him from the open window, her eyes darting behind her in the darkened abode where everyone lay in slumber. In a silent exchange of glances, she mouthed the words, "I'm coming down," conveying prophesy in the clandestine meeting that awaited them in the quietness of the night.
