{march 1st, 2017: minor edits done}
inspired by:
anderson .paak - room in here
gallant - miyazaki
d'angelo - untitled (how does it feel)
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8:06pm
los angeles, CA
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Niobé
A110.
Nervousness bubbles in the pit of my stomach. and I fix the limp curly puff that sat atop my head. The aftermath of a failed twist out. An incredibly sad moment. Alessa said that I looked fine and was overreacting and practically shoved me out of our room.
It was an interesting experience.
Okay, enough of this already. Here goes nothing. I knocked on the door three times. The door swung open not too long after.
JB stood in the doorway smiling so purely just at the sight of me. "Hey. You made it,"
I suddenly felt like turning into a puddle of goo and slinking away into a gutter. Instead I allow him to pull me in a hug. Didn't last too long. Just enough for me to feel him. His warmth and his fabric softener scent.
"Yes, of course!"
His outfit is relaxed, black jeans, a white t-shirt and nike slides. His dark hair was messy as always. I quickly figured that it was because of his habit to run his fingers through his hair a lot.
And as if on cue, he combs his fingers through his dark hair at that exact moment.
"Come on in."
I did just that. And the door closed behind me with a soft thud. JB encouraged me to walk ahead, since the hallway was too narrow.
I knew he was staring at me, because I just have this seventh sense that tells me whenever people are. He was staring at my thighs, and it belatedly hit me that he said something about my walk in the gym that one day, too.
Heat forms on my cheeks. Okay. Enough of that.
I avert my attention to the interior of his dorm. It has an ivory and black theme to it and art hung from the walls. They all had the same style and the same autograph. Jaebum Im, stood ingraved in dainty letters at every left corner of the canvas. His work was pretty awesome.
''Like my dorm?'' he asked, smoothly sliding to my side to walk alongside me.
''Yeah, it's nice. Very artsy."
"Thank you." he smiled, taking notice of the bag slung around my shoulder when it bumped into his arm.
"Let me get that for you." He then insists.
I slid the stuffed bag of my shoulder, wobbling on my feet just a little.
"Thanks."
He led me to his black couch in the living room and I got comfortable immediately. He placed my bag next to me, then walked across the room to do something else.
"It wasn't hard for you to get past the resident guards right?" He asksd worriedly. "I forgot that seniors have exams this week, so they get really strict."
I started laughing, because I'd been wanting to bring that up ever since I got here. "Some lady thought I was a hoe!"
She kept asking me about some party that I was supossedly trying to go to and scoffed at my outfit as if I was unappropiately dressed. (When in reality I was wearing a distressed denim blouse and black leggings) After explaining for the third time that I was going to visit a friend she let me pass with a salty and semi-suspiscious look on her face.
