"Being a fan of someone who you hardly know could seem quite unnatural. but I think it's the purest type of love."
"I don't want you to be my fan, I want you to be mine."
JinyoungxJaehyun
(my two peachy boys)
The ability to produce and simulate novel objects, people and ideas in the mind without any immediate input of the senses.
"Noona"
She wasn't in a mind to find any replacement. She didn't want it. But he walked in, feeling she was looking at a twin. Every past hurt, every pass disappointment, it doesn't matter. He came and snatched the hurting part of her soul.
She saw him, literally everywhere. Even when he never been there. She saw him in the littlest things.
The tall figure, with a broad chest, a brown colour hair slightly hid his beautiful sparkling eyes cutting the distance of them.
"Are you okay?"
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Jeong Jae Hyun.
His voice can be described as being deep, warm and mature and is therefore quite in contrast to Jinyoung.
The boy that she met last spring. The boy who let her having another chance to do everything once again.
The coffee in her hand turn out cold, as her eyes still wondering outside the window. Remember the first day she meet her loved one inside the laundrette.
The memories floating around the cafe, that make the fragile lady burst into tears. Heart constantly ached, looking at the phone multiple times in hope for a call or text to make up again.
She still processing how fast can a feeling drain out from someone, leaving no trace behind. Jinyoung sounds so good leaving, merely.
And, her in sobbing right there alone.
Why living is so difficult? Why do people live when it's so painful? She's mad over her utter inability to be alone, as the loneliness strangles and clutch on her insides.
Those humans said she's too loud, let her excuses herself from the sophisticated place that bring her heart into thousand crashes.
Things happened, sounds like in korean dramas. A group of boys, catcalling while provoking her who in tears. Hate to admit, but she's not feeling afraid or taken back by that. For those times, her heartbreak was more important.
As one of them start to grip the small hand of her, a tense of force could be guess. The body which in ached react to the force, asking for them to let go.
And that's how the pure and mesmerising boy was sent by god to save her.
"Excuse me, what's going on right here?" He saving with a cup of iced coffee on his right hand, sliding the pretty fingers around her body, pulling her closer.
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"This is my girlfriend."
A very convincing comment, enough for them to walk away and go. Shouldn't throw any fuss or mess, they did left for real.
The muscles was rigid and still in stiff. The sobbing now stop, and tears welling up in the eyes.
