#002 Tingle Jingle
Title: Tingle-jingle
Genre: Romance, Comfort
Type: Drabble
Original fic/PG
396 words counted
Tingle Jingle
You walk, and the time stops. My hands tremble and it becomes stronger when I smell your cologne scent, coming along with a glittery bliss from your smile. I want to walk away, and if possible, hide behind anything capable so I won’t get caught getting red on cheeks; but your appearance locks me there, thick books still on my chest while I’m trying so friggin hard to keep my legs standing up so I can still be okay in front of you.
You pass upon me, and my heart starts asking me, complaining on how to work properly. It’s six feets away you’ve been going and your metal key chain keeps tingling jingling around my ears, deafening my world instantly. I giggle by myself, screaming out to my own heart for being idiotical type one everytime you’re just passing by and leave afterwards-but you slip away into my dreams every single night mercilessly, and leave me when I wake up with no one saying good morning like you always do in my dreams.
You disappear and I tilt my head to see you leave behind me, hoping faithfully you’ll at least give me a soft goodbye or slow waves from there; but I never get it done. Then I’ll just whisper silently so my friends can’t hear it out, “see you next time.” And just five seconds afterward your glued-figure in my mind replies it with an equal whisper, “see you later, sweetheart.”
Look, you’re a nothing that changes me into someone delusional; full of imaginary thoughts and sea of dusts. You’re the one my eyes keep looking at everytime I catch your figure around me. And once our gaze meets, it keeps lingering on my mind for nobody-knows-for-sure-how-long, leaving me with sounds coming from out of nowhere calling me stupid.
I’m waiting.
Waiting for the time to meet you again, then I’ll carefully place my hand on your chest and feel if there’s an equal thump coming out. Place my eyes right in front of yours so our eyes meet again and see if my shadow’s there, lingering like a smoke. Then I’ll open my lips, asking a very cheap question, “are you falling in love?”
And no matter on what answer you give, I’ll keep going,
“Because I surely am. And what I’m doing is a reason of why I really am.”
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A/N : First time posting, anyway. Self-based story and I can't write it mixed with kpop because...just because. thanks for reading!
Genre: Romance, Comfort
Type: Drabble
Original fic/PG
396 words counted
Tingle Jingle
You walk, and the time stops. My hands tremble and it becomes stronger when I smell your cologne scent, coming along with a glittery bliss from your smile. I want to walk away, and if possible, hide behind anything capable so I won’t get caught getting red on cheeks; but your appearance locks me there, thick books still on my chest while I’m trying so friggin hard to keep my legs standing up so I can still be okay in front of you.
You pass upon me, and my heart starts asking me, complaining on how to work properly. It’s six feets away you’ve been going and your metal key chain keeps tingling jingling around my ears, deafening my world instantly. I giggle by myself, screaming out to my own heart for being idiotical type one everytime you’re just passing by and leave afterwards-but you slip away into my dreams every single night mercilessly, and leave me when I wake up with no one saying good morning like you always do in my dreams.
You disappear and I tilt my head to see you leave behind me, hoping faithfully you’ll at least give me a soft goodbye or slow waves from there; but I never get it done. Then I’ll just whisper silently so my friends can’t hear it out, “see you next time.” And just five seconds afterward your glued-figure in my mind replies it with an equal whisper, “see you later, sweetheart.”
Look, you’re a nothing that changes me into someone delusional; full of imaginary thoughts and sea of dusts. You’re the one my eyes keep looking at everytime I catch your figure around me. And once our gaze meets, it keeps lingering on my mind for nobody-knows-for-sure-how-long, leaving me with sounds coming from out of nowhere calling me stupid.
I’m waiting.
Waiting for the time to meet you again, then I’ll carefully place my hand on your chest and feel if there’s an equal thump coming out. Place my eyes right in front of yours so our eyes meet again and see if my shadow’s there, lingering like a smoke. Then I’ll open my lips, asking a very cheap question, “are you falling in love?”
And no matter on what answer you give, I’ll keep going,
“Because I surely am. And what I’m doing is a reason of why I really am.”
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A/N : First time posting, anyway. Self-based story and I can't write it mixed with kpop because...just because. thanks for reading!