Thorn Lily Prologue
Thank you to all those who helped out by polling! But in the end, I've decided that I SHALL DO BOTH (because I am awesome that way). Keke. Will update about my second fic community soon! I've decided that egashiyeon shall contain only gashiyeon, because that's exactly why I started the community in the first place. Thank you for supporting me, all of you. Love you people loads :)
[Prologue]
I finally had my wisdom tooth extracted because it was growing in a really awkward position. The extraction procedure was scary, but luckily the pain went away soon after.
As the swelling slowly subsided, I decided that I would never put myself through such a painful experience again. It was a huge relief for me when they finally took out the dressings.
To compensate myself for having to go through this week of torture from my dentists, I decided to dye my hair. Preferably a bright shade. After staying still in the salon chair for a long while, my hair had a new shade of color that was both soothing and satisfying to me. Even the hair stylists said that this color suits me really well. Looks like I don't particularly dislike this sort of corporate-like smiles after all!
After which, I went shopping. I think I can understand why some people would call me a shopping addict; I heartily dislike falling behind trends, so every year I would go to the same shops that I frequent and comb it thoroughly for new clothing.
The shop assistants welcomed me warmly, and even shopping outdoors didn't make me feel tired at all. I went around by myself, picking out a heap of clothes, but I only realized after paying for the clothes that I had no car to store my 'trophies'. I'm really a impulsive person after all. Maybe it's high time I thought about changing this bad habit, but since it's already done and over with, I could only sigh.
I pulled out my mobile phone. It's been a while since I last used it, so even the model was outdated. I decided that my next stop would be the mobile phone shop, but before that, I would make a call.
It rang for a long time, and right when I'd given up all hopes that he would pick up my call, it went through. I heard his voice.
Just his voice alone made me really happy, but at the same time, his voice was as masculine as it always was, and it made me panic a little.
Somehow, it's almost as if I could smell his scent through the phone, and the thought of it aroused me. I missed him so much that I even forgot the reason why I called him. Skipping all the usual greetings, I simply told him where I was, and then I hung up and sighed.
I stared at my reflection in the department store window. My newly-dyed hair was dazzling bright under the blazing sun.
Do I look alright? A small little change in 2 years should be understandable to him, right? I changed my phone as I waited for him, and the first number I added into my contacts list was him. And then I walked out of the shop, my heart brimming with hope at the thought of seeing him again.
[Prologue]
I finally had my wisdom tooth extracted because it was growing in a really awkward position. The extraction procedure was scary, but luckily the pain went away soon after.
As the swelling slowly subsided, I decided that I would never put myself through such a painful experience again. It was a huge relief for me when they finally took out the dressings.
To compensate myself for having to go through this week of torture from my dentists, I decided to dye my hair. Preferably a bright shade. After staying still in the salon chair for a long while, my hair had a new shade of color that was both soothing and satisfying to me. Even the hair stylists said that this color suits me really well. Looks like I don't particularly dislike this sort of corporate-like smiles after all!
After which, I went shopping. I think I can understand why some people would call me a shopping addict; I heartily dislike falling behind trends, so every year I would go to the same shops that I frequent and comb it thoroughly for new clothing.
The shop assistants welcomed me warmly, and even shopping outdoors didn't make me feel tired at all. I went around by myself, picking out a heap of clothes, but I only realized after paying for the clothes that I had no car to store my 'trophies'. I'm really a impulsive person after all. Maybe it's high time I thought about changing this bad habit, but since it's already done and over with, I could only sigh.
I pulled out my mobile phone. It's been a while since I last used it, so even the model was outdated. I decided that my next stop would be the mobile phone shop, but before that, I would make a call.
It rang for a long time, and right when I'd given up all hopes that he would pick up my call, it went through. I heard his voice.
Just his voice alone made me really happy, but at the same time, his voice was as masculine as it always was, and it made me panic a little.
Somehow, it's almost as if I could smell his scent through the phone, and the thought of it aroused me. I missed him so much that I even forgot the reason why I called him. Skipping all the usual greetings, I simply told him where I was, and then I hung up and sighed.
I stared at my reflection in the department store window. My newly-dyed hair was dazzling bright under the blazing sun.
Do I look alright? A small little change in 2 years should be understandable to him, right? I changed my phone as I waited for him, and the first number I added into my contacts list was him. And then I walked out of the shop, my heart brimming with hope at the thought of seeing him again.