Chapter 1
"Watashi wa, anata o aishiteimasu" he whispered as I felt his soft lips into mine.
This is not helping. I can't resist myself, grinning like a mentally retarded idiot who've just seen the end of the rainbow.
OK. Enough of this. Maybe later, I'll continue this story. I might get bumped into something if I continue reading while walking down the street.
Instead, I fished my headphones and played some random music.
Naui du nuneul gameumyeon
tteooreuneun geu nundongja
jakku gaseumi siryeoseo
ijhyeojigil baraesseo
Oh. An OST of some K-Drama I've watched. One of my faves.
As I walk, I began observing the things around me. Can't help it.
A woman with her child is coming at my direction. The kiddo is somewhat pointing at his back, he's already crying. I moved my eyes with where the little human being is pointing. Ah, a side street stall with some toys and there are children swarming around, pulling the edges of the shirts of their irritated mothers. Frustrating really, these brats.
kkumiramyeon ije kkaeeonasseumyeon jebal
jeongmal nega naui unmyeongin geolkka
neon Falling You
A couple's coming my way. The guy is kinda tall, the girl's a petite one. They say it's a cute couple, having your guy much taller than you,like a 6 footer. While you, a 5 flat girl. I don't really understand people. They'll always make reasons to compensate with their insecurities. Or maybe, I just don't really feel them, 'coz I have a good height.
unmyeongcheoreom neoreul Falling
tto nareul bureune Calling
heeo naol su eopseo jebal Hold Me
5 girls' heading towards my direction. They're so loud, really. All of them wearing crop tops and short shorts. Is this what you call 'squad goals'? Funny, how they're having their make-ups and get ups, making them look like fuckgirls. So mean of me. I think, I really should lessen this judgmental thinking of mine, as what Kimmy always say.
As I continued this nonsense but entertaining walking of mine, I spotted a bunch of kids having their ice creams all over their faces. Messy eating. I somehow felt myself craving for those sweet, cold and creamy things.
My body worked on itself, entering the convenience store from where those children came from and bought those delightful desserts.
"Welcome Ma'am!" The nearest staff of the store greeted me. I just bowed my head a little. Walking past him, I went to the counter to order what I want.
There's quite a line of people before me, so I grabbed the chance to, again, observe these mortal creatures around me.
A crowd of teens were having fun at a corner, eating their snacks and laughing at their own silliness but, I noticed that one of them is not really enjoying what they're having right now.
She's frequently faking a laugh when the squad drops a joke or doing ridiculous things. How did I notice it? Just look at her laugh or even her smile, It's not reaching her eyes. It's like she's forcing the muscles of her face to form a smile.
She's looking at a certain pair in their group from time to time. A guy and a girl. The guy's handsome, I admit. Having this charismatic aura around him while, the girl is noticeably sophisticated, so delicate at her movements. The two of them are having fun, obviously, like they have their own world. Why? They're talking in low voices, too engrossed with one another. Always locking gazes when talking and they're not joining with what the majority's having.
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A Kismet's Tale
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