Body Talk

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Y/N's POV

My eyes are woken by the sunlight's orange hue, piercing through the blinds and shining upon my eyelids. I was aware of his presence, but still I lie there and observe. The perfect proportions of his small face; long lashes that curved into a crescent shape, fluffy cheeks like one of a bunny, and finally cherry red lips that were kept moist thanks to a rosy vaseline. The comfy air of the Fall season coated our skins as we lay on the messy sheets.

Calmly, I rise up with Jeongguk's arm falling off my shoulder. I glance at the clock that read roman numerals, sitting still on the midnight blue walls; VI:XXVI, or six twenty-six a.m. Watching the minute hand tick slowly, it was as if time has paused.

His face was illuminating like the starry cosmos. Voice angelic, more serene than the harps from the heavens. He was the very definition of perfection, a Greek God that made both men and women alike wish he were theirs. His aura alone made you feel safe, made you think nothing could hurt you. He reminded me of the sky. Yes, the sky; so beautiful, and represents the mind, as he was always on my mind every moment.

Behind that ethereal view of the sky, lies unpleasant rain. Rain capable of causing floods and monsoons. Did you really think something can be so perfect? The flaws we missed from being too distracted, we've forgotten them. Everything has reason, right?

Snapping from the universe of my thoughts, I throw a glance at Jeongguk. Releasing a sigh of frustration that expressed such a monotonous life, so uninteresting like the extra on your favorite television series. The brisk air abruptly hastening to meet my fragile body, so fragile even a bee sting would cause tremendous pain. I gently walk towards the drawers painted in the color of cloud-gray like the skies above signaling a rainfall. My eyes wondering downwards, I grip the silver handle and pull. Searching for a comfortable fit, my eyes lie on a hoodie quoting "the sin of swallowing all the stars in the sky."

I loosen my current white tee and seize the hem of it. Lifting it over my shoulders, my long and silky black hair drip onto my shoulders. The shirt then dropping down to the carpeted floor. My heart beat halted for a moment, suddenly feeling a pair of arms coil around my waist. To my jolt, I hastily shift my head around to see Jeongguk's face at the crook of my neck. His grasp around my waist is similar to a child stubbornly holding onto his toy. Tapping his arms meant to let go, Jeongguk let out a drowsy groan, his legs conflicted to stand up.

"Honey, when did you wake up?"

"Not too long ago... I'm going out for a couple of hours."

"Why? You don't wanna stay in bed with me?"

"I'll be back after."

"No..."

His defined arms slowly rises to my waist, the sexual tension starting to building. Not in the mood, I tried to escape his strong grasp; taking a hold of his chiseled arms and grabbing his attention.

"Jeongguk, please... I'll be back later, I promise. Okay?"

"Fine, but I'm not letting you go again once you come back."

Jeongguk grins against the soft flesh of my neck, his arms finally releasing me and dropping down from my waist. I continue to put on my simple fit in a lazy fashion. I quietly head to the bathroom with footsteps gentler like a baby walking to it's parents. Reaching my hand to open up the mirror-cabinet, I take out my usual skincare routine and set it on the table.

Finishing the routine with a face mask, I went to find food, although I doubted there was anything. My eyes quickly scanned the fridge, nothing in sight.

Feeling the mask stiffen, I come back to the bathroom and slowly peel it off starting from the sides and proceeding to the center. Seeing the shine the mask left on the skin, I praise the honey-like texture and look in the mirror. 

Washing my hands thoroughly with soap the scent of warm vanilla, I leave the bathroom to grab a black hair tie next to the television stand in the living room. Grabbing my hair then putting it into a loose-messy ponytail. Bending down, I search for my white base-line Adidas by the front door. Tying the long shoelaces tightly and opening the door carefully, I tried not to disturb Jeongguk's sleep. I close the door with both hands on the handle and then onto the hall. Walking the endless hall, I turn the corner, another girl walking by me.

"Good morning." She stated without making eye contact.

"Good morning." I turn back to give a little nod but she was already gone.

I captured a small glimpse of her. Moonlight black hair that complimented her pale perplextipn. A taller than average figure about, 5'8." And pretty slim, too.

Who is she?
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