enchanted to meet you
enhanted to meet you
pg-13
shor one-shot: 787
You feel like she lights up your world.
an: Is this shocking? xD Finally I have a reason to write about them. keke~ Based of that MAMA trailer and all. I don't know if many people supports them, but I love them so much before this and just ;A; Don't bash OTL and tell me what you think? ^.^ I hope you enjoy~ trolol
You met her randomly, more like saw her, red lips, light make-up, bright smile on her face. You were captivated by her beauty. How she walks, how when she smiles her eyes lights up too and how when she talks, she uses her hand to emphasize things.
Days after you got a hold of her name by asking one of her friends when you saw her on the library. It was kind of awkward, was kind of unnerving, was kind of scary but you managed to.
Kim Hyuna, huh?
Her name rolled of your tongue smoothly, so easily and you love it. Love how when you utter it, it's like melted chocolate against your tongue. Sweet and heavenly.
You didn't know how many minutes, hours, days, weeks, you watched her from afar. It came to the point that you take pictures of her. She's photogenic, every angle is perfect, showing how beautiful she is and how her smile is bright. You feel like she lights up your world. Feel like she made it alive again, even when she don't know it. Someday, someday you'll let her know.
Someday didn't come fast enough, but it did.
Few months, thousands of pictures, tons of hours and many moments later of her invading your mind, finally you get to talk to her. She's nice. Shook your hand politely, making yours tingle and you really don't want to let go. No, you don't but you have to. You don't want to scare her away.
Kim Hyuna. Hyuna, Hyuna, Hyuna.
You chanted in your mind every night, looking at a newly taken picture of her. You wished you can see her sleep. She would've looked angelic, more beautiful, more of a goddess. You promised to yourself to make that wish come true in the future. You still want to get to know her.
Hyunseung-ah! How your name came of her mouth, so soft, so melodic. You can't get enough of it. You wanted her to say it again and again and again like a broken record. Maybe one of these days you will.
Months passed and your infatuation, or is it love?, towards her grew. More intense, another level. Now you just don't want to let her go. You want to keep her from the world, even though her beauty is worth seeing, worth praising by everybody.
You caught her heart. Oh, how you rejoiced that day when you confessed. She accepted with a sweet smile on her face and you hug her before planting a quick kiss on her natural pink lips. Her lips so soft, so inviting, so delicious. You want her. More, more, more.
But every happy thing, relationship, dream, wish, has to end and yours came in a gloomy day.
Prom night.
She looked beautiful. Red dress, red lips, hair soft and flowing naturally down her back in curls. You had that goofy grin plastered on your face because you're so fucking lucky to be with her. But when you tried to take her hand to lead her out of her place, she declined, looked at you with such sad eyes that it breaks your heart.
Her mouth uttered ridiculous things, like how she knows everything about you. About what you did before her or before you had the guts to talk to her. You felt ashamed, embarrassed but mostly you felt anger built up inside you.
You still remember how she whimpered when you took her wrist, grasped it tightly, so tight that it left violent bruised marks on her milky white skin. You still remember how she pleaded you, that "Hyunseung-ah, I'm sorry. I should've told you earlier. I'm sorry, I'm sorry." but you ignored her pleas, blinded by sadness, by anger, by possessiveness. You wondered if she met a better guy than you and that thought made the green eyed monster in you explode.
There was blood. On the bed, on her body, on the floor. A shoe lay carelessly on the floor, just like that Cinderella fairytale. That day you watch her sleep. Eyes closed, body relaxed but there was no air coming out of her. You were fairly aware of that. Aware of how lifeless and cold her body was.
Now, you chuckle, the sound bitter, dark, husky against your ears. They asked you if you regretted anything and you answered them with a shake of your head. Because what's to regret? You told them what's on your mind and all they can do is sigh deeply, leaving you with such torn faces.
"I'd rather she die than let her go and let my love for her be wasted."
Please don't be in love with someone else.
pg-13
shor one-shot: 787
You feel like she lights up your world.
an: Is this shocking? xD Finally I have a reason to write about them. keke~ Based of that MAMA trailer and all. I don't know if many people supports them, but I love them so much before this and just ;A; Don't bash OTL and tell me what you think? ^.^ I hope you enjoy~ trolol
You met her randomly, more like saw her, red lips, light make-up, bright smile on her face. You were captivated by her beauty. How she walks, how when she smiles her eyes lights up too and how when she talks, she uses her hand to emphasize things.
Days after you got a hold of her name by asking one of her friends when you saw her on the library. It was kind of awkward, was kind of unnerving, was kind of scary but you managed to.
Kim Hyuna, huh?
Her name rolled of your tongue smoothly, so easily and you love it. Love how when you utter it, it's like melted chocolate against your tongue. Sweet and heavenly.
You didn't know how many minutes, hours, days, weeks, you watched her from afar. It came to the point that you take pictures of her. She's photogenic, every angle is perfect, showing how beautiful she is and how her smile is bright. You feel like she lights up your world. Feel like she made it alive again, even when she don't know it. Someday, someday you'll let her know.
Someday didn't come fast enough, but it did.
Few months, thousands of pictures, tons of hours and many moments later of her invading your mind, finally you get to talk to her. She's nice. Shook your hand politely, making yours tingle and you really don't want to let go. No, you don't but you have to. You don't want to scare her away.
Kim Hyuna. Hyuna, Hyuna, Hyuna.
You chanted in your mind every night, looking at a newly taken picture of her. You wished you can see her sleep. She would've looked angelic, more beautiful, more of a goddess. You promised to yourself to make that wish come true in the future. You still want to get to know her.
Hyunseung-ah! How your name came of her mouth, so soft, so melodic. You can't get enough of it. You wanted her to say it again and again and again like a broken record. Maybe one of these days you will.
Months passed and your infatuation, or is it love?, towards her grew. More intense, another level. Now you just don't want to let her go. You want to keep her from the world, even though her beauty is worth seeing, worth praising by everybody.
You caught her heart. Oh, how you rejoiced that day when you confessed. She accepted with a sweet smile on her face and you hug her before planting a quick kiss on her natural pink lips. Her lips so soft, so inviting, so delicious. You want her. More, more, more.
But every happy thing, relationship, dream, wish, has to end and yours came in a gloomy day.
Prom night.
She looked beautiful. Red dress, red lips, hair soft and flowing naturally down her back in curls. You had that goofy grin plastered on your face because you're so fucking lucky to be with her. But when you tried to take her hand to lead her out of her place, she declined, looked at you with such sad eyes that it breaks your heart.
Her mouth uttered ridiculous things, like how she knows everything about you. About what you did before her or before you had the guts to talk to her. You felt ashamed, embarrassed but mostly you felt anger built up inside you.
You still remember how she whimpered when you took her wrist, grasped it tightly, so tight that it left violent bruised marks on her milky white skin. You still remember how she pleaded you, that "Hyunseung-ah, I'm sorry. I should've told you earlier. I'm sorry, I'm sorry." but you ignored her pleas, blinded by sadness, by anger, by possessiveness. You wondered if she met a better guy than you and that thought made the green eyed monster in you explode.
There was blood. On the bed, on her body, on the floor. A shoe lay carelessly on the floor, just like that Cinderella fairytale. That day you watch her sleep. Eyes closed, body relaxed but there was no air coming out of her. You were fairly aware of that. Aware of how lifeless and cold her body was.
Now, you chuckle, the sound bitter, dark, husky against your ears. They asked you if you regretted anything and you answered them with a shake of your head. Because what's to regret? You told them what's on your mind and all they can do is sigh deeply, leaving you with such torn faces.
"I'd rather she die than let her go and let my love for her be wasted."
Please don't be in love with someone else.