nicole is bored // a possible seventeen oneshot book

(1) hong jisoo

Lee Daehwi: Younghee, is this you?

You: daehwi? isn't this your number from a week ago? and you lost your phone...

You: wait, who are YOU? what are you doing with my friend's phone? give it back!

Lee Daehwi: I'm not going to call you or anything, I promise. I know you're worried and scared for your Friend and I'm sorry for this...I didn't want to do this either, and I know you don't trust me, but I just want one answer from you, please?

You: i don't trust you. i'm blocking and reporting, and telling daehwi. bye.

Lee Daehwi: If there was a beautiful, love spreading place you couldn't reach over a certain mindset, but you'd yearn to go there, what would you do?

You: you're weird. don't try chatting me up.

Lee Daehwi: I'm not trying to, really younghee. If you won't give me a response, it's fine. I don't want to harass you either. Sleep well tonight. Good evening.

now, joshua's eyes are beautiful. and when I say beautiful, I mean prettily angled, down turned eyes, caramel brown irises bursting with youth and energy. the various shades of brown are like a warm cup of silky hot chocolate for the eyes belonging to a certain other-it's a transitory evocation of soft, warm blankets, relaxing and soothing every fibre of your skin; simply everything pleasant. the little fold of skin under his eyes brings a hint of rosiness. from a little afar it looks like a smooth, dulcet curve of crescendos and decrescendos becoming one-always thicker around the middle, painting an aura of demurity and submissiveness. it compliments his healthy skin tone, a lovely shade of peaches and cream.

putting it bluntly-his eyes were practically the best eye candy you could ever wish for.

(see what i did there wink wonk)

however, today, those irises glimmer dully under the pristin(e), snowcapped illumination of the bedroom light, like a lamp's glow at its lowest. the curve under his eyes drops its dulcetly demure facet for tonight-doing nothing but prominently protruding those sagging, dark rimmed eye bags.

ah, what saliently regretful results of the lack of sleep, coursing down to the root of an uninvited dilemma. actually, no, scratch that, he shouldn't be blaming others for his own dilemma, and if anything, he should be blaming his cowardly mindset.

the string of words in the bible doesn't exactly speak to him tonight. the faith that those words were alive was still there-

just that, he wasn't exactly

alive.

his finger hovers above the off button.

WhatsApp

You have 1 notification.

You: i guess, it wouldn't hurt to give you a piece of advice if you're not hurting me

no reply. ha, what a man. or woman.

You: but if you really wanted to reach that place, you'd have tried every way, to get there. do you really want it? you don't seem very convinced, daehwi.

pink lips fleetingly angle up. no upswept movement of the cheekbones, just a simple, casual little smirk which finally lets loose a few laughs. a hint of vibrance was definitely coming back, however in little waves.

baby steps. that would be fine.

Lee Daehwi: Ah; so I'm not an imposter anymore, younghee?

You: oh shut up.

You: what's your name, anyway?

Lee Daehwi: It's a secret. You can always call me Daehwi for now ;)))))

You: is there someone out there with the same name as you? if there is it's not that revealing really,,,,also, i'm not calling you daehwi like pls my friend doesn't deserve this SLANDER ;-;

Lee Daehwi: Probably...My name is quite common haha. But younghee, you know me irl so I practically know everything about you >_<

You: how can I confirm you're not a stalker? huh?

Lee Daehwi: Hmm...Tell you what. Daehwi knows that I'm messaging you through here. Ask him tomorrow 💕💕💕

You: can you stop sending hearts you're such a cliché smh i'm going to block this number if daehwi doesn't know about this

Lee Daehwi: I won't be messaging you anymore, don't worry 😉 Also, do you prefer jeojangs? Jk hehe bye :)))

his eyes flutter shut.

the lair to wildest imagination is an endless void, and after an action-packed day of being shunned, attention is the only thing that it receives. the first step he takes into the lair are a cacophony of unknown, feminine voices heralding him in waves...

do you really want it?

do you really want it?

ah, the feeling of a little shard of ice cutting through a patch of smile flowers, littered across a lushy green field.

do you really want it?

giggles, the last bit of childlike happiness in him snagged away, leaves him in rather deafening silence. heavy breaths start escaping his lips, sharp, hoarse inhales piercing the night. they speed up like pent up tension in a little tide, gradually evolving to more than something harmless.

the thing is, tides could be offloaded on beaches.

panic attacks, well...they couldn't.

horribly in sync with the incessant string of words yakking at his brain and gobbling at his sanity, his shoulders shift up and down in consistent rhythms as he unleashes the anxiety beating against his heart in waves of pained, ear-splitting screeches. the words clasp open his heart, tunneling a wonky crack through it and when the fact that the bedroom light isn't off dawns onto his dark, battered pools of sorrow, desperately clinging onto the wavering facade that someone would spare their time for his potentially ineffacious cries of help, the warm, buttery hue suddenly splashes onto himself, illuminating on his flaws and insecurities. stinging sensations start to crawl up his fingers. he can't hold onto the honeycapped facade any longer.

finally, the courage to perform doesn't arrive, but rather the courage to let go is called out.

he frees his hands from their eternal suffering, the cacophony of lies and despair, and all that's left of him are shards of unclothed, undeniable flaws, thrown naked into the light.

the calm after the storm

can never be the same.

Lee Daehwi: Wanting is one thing. Doing it is another.

so much for baby steps.

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