Lose My Breath | Seungmin

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You're my biggest temptation.
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[ Third person pov ]
M

isun really wanted to give up on Seungmin, for him to remain forever uncharted. He wasn't worth it. In her honest opinion, he was prettier with his mouth shut. Whenever the raven haired would utter a word, it would totally make her boil. He was smug and a huge amount of flummox- a perplexing personality. And most importantly, Misun wanted to find out about his abilities, for sure he wasn't normal. She knew he stood on a lamppost that night, the height which he had thrown her was evident enough.

The ravenette's head snapped up, quickly, to the general direction the noise emitted from.

She shut her laptop, completely forgetting about the fact that she wanted to watch today's live show. The thought alone made her sigh. She had never forgotten about that, but a particular neighbour had been consuming most of her thoughts and she hated that.

She heaved a breath, calming herself down. Getting annoyed was the last thing she needed right now.

Misun trudged downstairs, peeking to see the kitchen lights on, her brother rummaging through the fridge. "Hi Jinnie," she smiled, walking up to him.

"Ah, Misun, glad you're here," a gesture which he returned, balancing a tray of food on her head, scavenging for more food. "What's up?" he asked, walking over to the microwave, placing the ones he chose to reheat, The brown haired punched the keys, finally paying attention to the shorter.

"My glass cracked again," she shrugged.

Yeonjun groaned, raking his fingers through his hair, an exhausted sigh escaping him. "You're not as level-headed, why is that?"

"There's this guy-"

"A guy? You're losing your shit over a guy?"

"No, no, no, it's not what you think-" Misun swatted her hands, trying to get his attention away from that. "He's just annoying."

The older sighed, taking off his shirt, the scars that painted his body on full display. Misun's eyes scanned the cut marks that littered his back, shoulder blade, torso, proceeding to draw deeper, down into his trousers. Even though it has been several years after the incident, they still showed just how much pain he went through. "Annoying people are the worst," he grunted. "Stay away from him, okay?"

Misun looked away from his body, nodding. "Are you going to be free anytime soon?" she diverted the topic, tailing behind him. "I miss you and I want us to spend time together."

"Isn't this together enough?" Yeonjun chuckled lightly, brushing her hair. He knew he couldn't slack off work anytime soon, they both depended on him losing countless hours to labour.

"You know what I mean," Misun punched his shoulder, scrawling.

He laughed again. "I'll let you know when I'm free," the brunette yawned, sinking into the sofa, his voice drawling.

Misun knew he would fall asleep soon, without eating. That's how exhausted he always was, a really unhealthy lifestyle, but he had no other choice. This was how it has always been, after both their parents were captured by the constabularies. She couldn't imagine life without him, even though they rarely see or hold long conversations.

But she cherished the little time they shared, hopefully they'll be more soon.

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