collarbones || yang jeongin

dalawa

Sat at the table, I kept my eyes

trained on the bowl of noodles

and assorted meat in front of me.

My hand twitched in my chopsticks

as the quiet sound of eating and light

talking and laughter resonated.

My stomach churned as I looked at the 

quantity of food, growing more nauseous.

Carefully glancing upwards through my bangs,

I meet direct eye contact with Jisung.

A strange glint in his eyes.