prism [ kim s.j ] ( fin )

† 48

     "take it."

     winds zoomed around him, but the air conditioner toasted her chilling neck.

     pause. look up. attention.

     soo kyu looked away, embarrassed heat and the nature's cold tainting her cheeks and ears. she bit her lip underneath the huge scarf around her.

     seokjin gaped at her - black shoes now black heels, greyscale plaid skirt and black blazer now a bright red, flowy dress peaking from her white dress coat, glasses amiss to contacts.

     she still has her stockings wet, though. who gets it wet? the rain replaced his hobby.

     "what's this?" he saw a huge square - a wooden box. plastic jewels joined with adhesive tape, remnants of princess and superhero stickers shreds around the wood, the top shimmered with dried glue and pink glitter - cute, like her.

     "just take it. i have somewhere to go."

     a nod. that's all she gave. no quirky questions - "do you like bread? i like shortbread". none of her dear small antics - lip puckers, nose wiggles, upper lip wedged between her teeth, glasses, lord her glasses, slipping down her cute nose and how she pushes them back and a sigh from the irritation of getting it all foggy. nothing of the shining eyes that she had before, the way she would look at him, like a star fell and graced her eyes for everyone but only settled for his - it was an old star though, so it burned quicker than he wanted. just a nod.

     he nod back. that's all he did. no emo-shit comments like "what the fuck are you wearing? are you working at a strip club or something?" she yearned for the rare concerned looks that she regretted she never saw but always felt from the tug of his stare when she would walk past those lockers and hallways that she never thought she would get the chance to experience because of her goddamn genetics. she hoped for that one look, that one he gave a few nights back, in the cliche rain, in the cliche clash of alcohol to alcohol in the most lustful way possible, in the cliche hold of his hand on her cheek and at the back of her neck that drove her to hell. no. a nod back.

     okay.

     seokjin's door clicked to a close while soo kyu's shoes left with a clack - both a rhythm, telling them to move on. click-clack, lub-dub, click-clack, lub-dub.

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