the bell was ringing rampantly throughout the school. mirai was already late on her first class but she ran straight to her locker. she immediately opened the door of her locker with an expectant look on her face, excitedly rummaging every corner, every nook of what’s inside. then she paused for a moment and took a breath and sighed so heavily. her face turned dull and from there she strolled on her way to the classroom. funny how her mood changed on that instant. just what was she expecting from there? .. she reached the classroom looking the same, greeted and apologized to her sensei. she received a little sermon and replied with just yes-es and nods, still having that dejected look on her face. she made her way to her sit then the class continued with the discussion. the guy sitting beside mirai jostled her and asked, “where’ve you been?” mirai mouthed the words ‘my locker’ to him. she frowned and curved her lips down. the guy snickered and just smiled
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bambam grabbed his arm and raised his voice, "get your shit together jackson. i've never loved you" jackson just wobbled to the floor and was lost in those two words- haven't and loved, repeating what's been said. "how could you say that" he grumbled, head down. bambam tried to lift him up but he whipped his hand away. bambam cleared his throat and said "i've been there with you since god knows when, even before your relationship with youngji ended, i've been there with you and you are well aware of it."
"then why? why can't you love me?"
"you were a shipwreck after that break-up, for all the years i’ve known you, it was the first time i saw you so ruined and it breaks me to see you like that again. and now i was so afraid that this time would come, i am seeing that damaged jackson again. it breaks my heart to see you like that J, especially that i am the reason. you don't how the guilt's eating me right now"
"stop!!" jackson shouted at him "i never told you I loved you jackson, stop being so
( ... )
no definite character, 252w, *sheepish*i opened my eyes, feeling aberrant compared to before i closed my eyes. the sensation throughout my body was appalling. not only i can sense these odd recognition but also i can see, literally can perceive every speck that embodies my life-form through my eyes. I feel unusually strong, the tenacity of the energy coming in every part of my body is ruling all over me. i was surrounded with nothing but brick walls around me, nothing compared on being locked on a big box with a mysterious ugly door on the corner. i rose from the ugly bed covered with a black blanket and there i smell a familiar scent of affinity to it. i breathed in the addicting whiff of the blanket and felt so secure and bizarrely at ease. i stepped out from that ugly door and looked at high sunlit clouds drifting in the clear blue sky . when i shifted my gaze down, there’s a man standing in the middle of the huge trees around facing back on me, we are vastly surrounded with enormous number of trees, complementing a spectacular
( ... )
you, 422w, another crappy drabble heaved by yours truly
You’re sitting at the back of the classroom with arms leaning on the long table in front of you, your two girlfriends at your right and your two guyfriends at your left who are listening to the professor who is sternly and deeply focused on discussing the lesson. You don’t know if these people could really intake this foreign topic that y’all are currently having, or maybe you are the only one who’s foreign to this. You pick up words such as pencil of points and pencil of lines, then internally you’re screaming ‘holy fuck’ You didn’t know you will see the word pencil on a different, complicated way. A thing you know which is an instrument used for writing, now has an altered meaning, dafuq ((pencil n. a set of geometric objects each pair of which has a common property)) You’re cursing under your breath ‘why am i even studying math, fuck math, fuck fuck math’ The class ends and you didn't understand a thing your professor have discussed. You have this incredulous look on your
( ... )
jungho/youngshin, 275w, *sigh* my mind's in mess right now
crawling into her head, poking into her conscience, sucking out her blood until she's bled dry, eating her sanity away until she's left empty, until numbness overpower her as a whole. i’ve been staring at her staring at the ceiling as we laid supine on the floor the whole afternoon. my mind shatters mutually with my heart just by looking at her wistful eyes which are filled with fear and fret that she couldn’t tell anyone but me. yet, i can’t take this pain away from her. as tears keep on streaming down out from her eyes, every teardrop pricks into my heart. i’m hurting as much as she’s hurting, maybe not as much because i know, i just know how much the pain twinges her already mangled heart. her sobs reverberate like the deafening thunder marching to my heart with increasing tread; and it crashes on me. she’s curled mup while hugging her knees and i scoot over to her, holding her warmly and firmly as she weeps on my chest. “cry out all of it. cry as much as you want.” i
( ... )
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the bell was ringing rampantly throughout the school. mirai was already late on her first class but she ran straight to her locker. she immediately opened the door of her locker with an expectant look on her face, excitedly rummaging every corner, every nook of what’s inside. then she paused for a moment and took a breath and sighed so heavily. her face turned dull and from there she strolled on her way to the classroom. funny how her mood changed on that instant. just what was she expecting from there? .. she reached the classroom looking the same, greeted and apologized to her sensei. she received a little sermon and replied with just yes-es and nods, still having that dejected look on her face. she made her way to her sit then the class continued with the discussion. the guy sitting beside mirai jostled her and asked, “where’ve you been?” mirai mouthed the words ‘my locker’ to him. she frowned and curved her lips down. the guy snickered and just smiled ( ... )
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bambam grabbed his arm and raised his voice, "get your shit together jackson. i've never loved you" jackson just wobbled to the floor and was lost in those two words- haven't and loved, repeating what's been said. "how could you say that" he grumbled, head down. bambam tried to lift him up but he whipped his hand away. bambam cleared his throat and said "i've been there with you since god knows when, even before your relationship with youngji ended, i've been there with you and you are well aware of it."
"then why? why can't you love me?"
"you were a shipwreck after that break-up, for all the years i’ve known you, it was the first time i saw you so ruined and it breaks me to see you like that again. and now i was so afraid that this time would come, i am seeing that damaged jackson again. it breaks my heart to see you like that J, especially that i am the reason. you don't how the guilt's eating me right now"
"stop!!" jackson shouted at him "i never told you I loved you jackson, stop being so ( ... )
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You’re sitting at the back of the classroom with arms leaning on the long table in front of you, your two girlfriends at your right and your two guyfriends at your left who are listening to the professor who is sternly and deeply focused on discussing the lesson. You don’t know if these people could really intake this foreign topic that y’all are currently having, or maybe you are the only one who’s foreign to this. You pick up words such as pencil of points and pencil of lines, then internally you’re screaming ‘holy fuck’ You didn’t know you will see the word pencil on a different, complicated way. A thing you know which is an instrument used for writing, now has an altered meaning, dafuq ((pencil n. a set of geometric objects each pair of which has a common property)) You’re cursing under your breath ‘why am i even studying math, fuck math, fuck fuck math’ The class ends and you didn't understand a thing your professor have discussed. You have this incredulous look on your ( ... )
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crawling into her head, poking into her conscience, sucking out her blood until she's bled dry, eating her sanity away until she's left empty, until numbness overpower her as a whole. i’ve been staring at her staring at the ceiling as we laid supine on the floor the whole afternoon. my mind shatters mutually with my heart just by looking at her wistful eyes which are filled with fear and fret that she couldn’t tell anyone but me. yet, i can’t take this pain away from her. as tears keep on streaming down out from her eyes, every teardrop pricks into my heart. i’m hurting as much as she’s hurting, maybe not as much because i know, i just know how much the pain twinges her already mangled heart. her sobs reverberate like the deafening thunder marching to my heart with increasing tread; and it crashes on me. she’s curled mup while hugging her knees and i scoot over to her, holding her warmly and firmly as she weeps on my chest. “cry out all of it. cry as much as you want.” i ( ... )
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