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frost patterns on the window
6 x 500 words (more or less) winter-inspired drabbles. All settled in the same AU, prequel to my story, "Close-knit".
I. snowflakes or first snowfallThe window is covered with frost, even though it has not really snowed yet; Hakyeon pokes at the sleety, frozen glass insistently, nail hammering onto the surface with an annoying sound. A sigh is ( Read more... ) -
Tangerine
Title is Led Zeppelin's song name, song which is "a perfect picture of a past relationship that hasn't quite lost its ache in the recollection." Felt fitting. This is.. incomplete, but I had half of it for so long in drafts, just now I got the sudden urge to write more and I decided to post ( Read more... ) -
i love you on so many levels
In hindsight, he didn't know how he fell in love or when exactly it happened. With her incessant mouth and the frequent onslaughts and sharp scolding, she was deemed unlikable by most of the staff, save for a few ones who excelled in getting along with her for their own benefit. The rest of the people were rather bonded through solidarity, ( Read more... ) -
nicor
The melody was haunting, voice soft and so soothing it felt as though it shook him to his core. He couldn't decipher the words, sung in a language that seemed unearthly, so wondrous, but he couldn't concentrate on the meaning of it, anyway. A bare back faced him, the field of the skin a rich brown, the line of his spine delicate and elegant. His ( Read more... ) -
hearts on fire
".. Spoil me a little." He smirks, but the blush is visible, warmth pulsating in his cheeks; Hakyeon picks up on it immediately, a wide smile pulling at the corners of his lips, "You're blushing, why?" It makes him squirm, blush only deepening and he finds difficulty in sharing his thoughts so he only vaguely hints at it, stammers, the images ( Read more... ) -
the young soul abounds in fiery passion
Some would say his passion is unconventional, maybe a little bizarre in this age. In this age filled with the most intricate of technology, and when people seek the dream of being digital illustrators or graphic designers or the like. Well, he designs. He taps and curves and kneads - the clay seeps between his fingers and it makes him inexplicably ( Read more... ) -
Nicor
The melody was haunting, voice soft and so soothing it felt as though it shook him to his core. He couldn't decipher the words, sung in a language that seemed unearthly, so wondrous, but he couldn't concentrate on the meaning of it, anyway. A bare back faced him, the field of the skin a rich brown, the line of his spine delicate and elegant. His ( Read more... ) -
impulse
Wonshik's lips curve up, a blinding smile that mirrors Hakyeon's as he blithely says yet another yes and Hakyeon's eyes crinkle at the corners, the joy displayed on his face immeasurable. He thinks Wonshik may take it as a half-joke, but he isn't totally sure. He doesn't care about it, because he knows he is the blessed receiver of Wonshik's love ( Read more... )