❝Bathroom Talks❞ m.yg x p.jm [eng trans]

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Slowly I turned around to the person, whose glimpse had been on me already for some seconds. Apparently I had been stuck in my own world, hence, I hadn't recognized the person's presence.
Hardly one second later I looked into almost ebony, semilunar eyes, which seemed to be like an unreal picture by my fantasy due to their contrast to the nearly porcelaneous, pale skin and the appropriate face bordered like a painting by shiny silver hair.
The face that had slightly feminine facial traits belonged to a clearly male, still very slimly built body that was leaning casually, but also elegantly, against the wall, the hands deeply buried in the pockets, while his dark eyes surveyed me, their inherent power so antithetic to his dainty build. How strength and weakness as well fought a duel as consorted with each other gave me no chance to assess his character, I was torn between the contrary sides that encased him like a almost visible aura.
And while my visage was going through an evolution of all possible mimics, from frightened over intimidated to fascinated, whereas his face didn't show a least evidence of any emotion just like his face was really cut of finest porcelain that threatened to break by the smallest move.
But sometime the head of the still unknown boy bowed barely noticably, when he was eyeing my phone's now dark display.
"Why?"
It was only a single world that freed itself from his lips' custody and still it was owing to his voice's stunning sound as filling as a whole song that fixed itself in everyone's mind after they listened to it, just Iike an eternal echo. Not understanding I looked at him before he repeated himself, this time more understandably.
"Why you're photographing my texts", he said with his seemly frozen, emotionless facial expression.
Currently my eyes widened. My mouth closed itself and thus moved away from the possibility of replying anything.
Minutes passed before I was able to get back my power of speech.
Because despite the shock I remained faithful to my mind and thus to my incredulity.
The idea that had manifested itself in my mind after less than one second unexpectedly was as well genius as meant to fail, misunderstandings included. For some seconds, each of it feeling like an hour, I looked at the strange boy, before I slowly began to pull up my corners of the mouth until they created a complete, unmissable smile. Then something happened not even my optimism winning over the overly prevalently pessimism would have expected. The boy's semilunar eyes widened a bit whereby the shining, though it was very unremarkable, couldn't hide. He pushed himself away from the wall, arrived in front of me with fast footsteps and stared at my still smiling lips, before his eyes met mine. In surprise I stepped back which didn't break our eye contact though.
"How?", he asked.
I blinked.
Considering he should be the masterworks' author, which brought my emotions to their limits every time, his vocabulary seemed to be obviously swamped with a complete sentence. 
"How what?", I retorted, my curiosity growing every second more. I couldn't deny this boy had a more than interesting and issues raising appearance.
But if a boy was able to have such a filigrane vocabulary?
Now he looked at me again that intensively, so the darkness in his narrow eyes made almost pleasant goosebumps go over my body.
"How did you do that?", he repeated his this time complete sentence and pointed with his incredibly slim, oppositely to mine, fingers, which didn't move a bit though.
Currently, all my doubts changed to the key, which opened the box to my feelings without hesitation a let them fly like butterflies under my skin.
Laughing or crying, being dignified or grateful, it was impossible to make a decision, the connection of all feelings was too compelling.
It was him.
He was the one, who had made me feel things I've never felt before with bare words.
"It's really you!", I shouted joyfully. I've just raised my hands to drag him into a probably quite precipitously hug, when he evaded it ably and looked at me with a nearly panicked face, the second visible emotion I recognized in his apparently rock-hewn face.
"Don't... touch", he said quietly and introduced a weird silence between us. I couldn't estimate how long it lasted, but when my glimpse caught the nearly black blue sky which was visible through the milk glass window I woke up from my rigidity.
I should better go back home, before I'd spend the whole night here or shame myself again in front of the boy who didn't move since my rushed try to hug him. I stuttered an awkward 'See you' before I continued my way to the door. When I arrived there, I pulled down the handle impatiently. But the door didn't yield under the slight pressure like usually.
It was locked.

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And there he finally is
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