delulu's area (skz) ~

our broken wings ~ leeknow (minho)

she sat there, staring at the moon, a cigarette in her hand, dried tears glistening in the moonlight on her rosy cheeks.

she took a small puff, then exhaled quietly as the smoke lingered in the air and faded into nothingness.

minho's thoughts were a total mess. his mind was clouding with fuzz as he held the bottle of soju in his hand, feeling miserable.

he glanced at her sitting there, just as broken-looking as he was.
he felt something stir in him, as he took a seat next to her, feeling a strange connection.

your pov:

you turned to look at him, when he let out a small scoff, taking another swig of soju.

"you're a mess"
his glossy and pretty eyes noticed the tear stains on your cheeks in which he felt he could relate to.

"as if you're not" you chuckled.

"oh i am." he scoffed softly, eyes still glued on you.
he had this instinct where he wanted to wipe your tears away, but he ignored that feeling.
"but you're more of a mess than i am"

"tsk. am i?"

he raised an eyebrow at that, he leaned closer and pointed at her tear-stained face.
"crying and smoking out here...if that's not a mess i don't know what is." he commented in a snarky tone.

"as if you're not holding a bottle of alcohol around. just a casual tuesday."
he looked at you then at the bottle of soju in his hand, speaking with a smirk after chuckling;
"fair point."

he took another sip of alcohol.

"ey!" you warned and took the bottle away and placed it on the ground beside the bench.
"you're gonna get wasted"

he rolled his eyes at the warning, grumbling under his breath in annoyance. why would you care? it's not like you're more than strangers anyways.

"and what if i do?" he spoke quietly yet sarcastically.

"then go sober up at the police station will ya?"
he chuckle bitterly at your statement, shaking his head lightly as he ran a hand through his silky black hair strands.
"and who's gonna stop me, hm?"
he raised an eyebrow.
"me" you spoke in a matter-of-factly tone.

he let out a small laugh of disbelief. yet he found it somewhat cute.
he smirked again, gosh that smirk. he can't wipe it off can he?

"and how exactly are you going to do that?" he questioned and leaned forward.
"i'll smash this bottle if you keep doing that"
his smirk stayed on his handsome face, finding it adorable that you were speaking so seriously about this threat.

"ooh~ so scary."
he mocked, inching closer.
"tsk" you let out in annoyance.

with a sly tone he spoke quietly, almost as if daring you to.
"go ahead..do it. smash the bottle" he smirked.

and without hesitation, you did so with a stoic expression on your face. like it was the most normal thing to do on a daily. the clear liquid stained the floor of the park shading it into a darker grey.

he let out a small gasp, yet still had a satisfied expression as he grinned at the now broken bottle on the ground, surprised yet impressed by your boldness.
"well damn...you weren't bluffing. i didn't expect that."
he leaned back against the bench, he let out a small giggle.

"that was hot y'know.."
you threw the top of the bottle that was still in your hand inside the trashcan. then proceeded to glare at him.
"shut up."

he once again let out a laugh, which was a genuine one. he couldn't help but find it hilarious how she did that with a cold expressionless face. it was attractive.
"i mean it's true."
he teased, knowing you'd shut him up again.
"shut it" you spoke sternly.