maybe chan was right about true love, except for the fact that it would hit jihoon like a train
originally titled, surmise for a good surprise
(i/??? of enamored saga) → [love at first sight/아주 nice universe]
그림 같아 하늘을 보면 너만 보여 you're like a painting, you're all i see when i look to the skies
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The rest of the day hung around on a major g chord, dropping to a flat as the evening rolled in. Sun and moon danced past each other as their chatter, along with the rest of everyone else's shenanigans remained in the air of their Tuesday.
Sweet Jeongmin, how was she imperfectly perfect in every way?
Her hair was tied back lazily, side swept bangs to frame the wonderful shape of her unmatchable face, and her shoulders sat half broad yet half timid upon the dough of her body that had to be shaped by God himself yet was left unfinished as her hips somewhat jutted out but returned to its supple base which was left soft. Everything about her seemed to revolve a pivotal matter, like the rings of Saturn or the median between the clusters of highways.
Her thighs swelled into her kneecaps before swelling once more to melt into her round ankles. Everything about her was soft.
Her eyes, too, reflected the galaxies and everyone who would meet her would probably find themselves transfixed in the warm darkness. They mimicked the shape of Soonyoung's, as they appeared to be winks of her beauty, with her monolid heavily inked by her thick yet stubby curtain of eyelashes.
Her nose fell between her eyes, cascading into a dip of childish roundness before pausing as if in reverence to the way of her lips, which seemed even beyond itself. Her mouth imitated a cumulonimbus cloud, full of shape from the bottom, lifting the rest of its faint yet immeasurable power up, painted in a natural burgundy.
And when she grinned, her lips bowed into the bottom of itself to reveal the anomaly of a perfect set of teeth, singling out a misaligned canine by a few degrees.
Lee Jihoon seriously hated that he took notice of all this.
The party had now dispersed with everyone scattering to make the remnants of their mess obsolete. Jihoon chased Chan down, as the younger was making his way to check on his phone as it had been charging the entire time.
"Jungchan," Jihoon whispered full of intensity, easily startling Chan as the elder shut the door behind him. "You...you were right."
Chan grinned, dropping one of his hips with a smirk.
"I knew you'd come to your senses. With my rapping skills, I was made for Hip Hop unit. I was thinking a sub-unit would be cool if I could rap, add to all the—"
"No, Chan," Jihoon rolled his eyes, thumbing bits of hair back from his slowly perspiring forehead.
"You were right about-about love. About true love. You'd thought that I'd grow into it but you're wrong. I don't know how, why, or anything but I just know that I'm in love with-with...Bum Jeongmin."
