▸　❛ gardens

@❛ sam k。 all yours,
she begins, immediately retracting her arm in order to successfully wrap her pinky around his own. this time she lunges forward, sealing the pinky promise with a kiss (as an excuse to kiss him again, because quite frankly, she didn't wish to stop).
and all mine.
there's a simper decorating her features as she presses one more kiss to his lips, this time giving his lower tier a gentle tug before pulling back. she, too, looks up with a few blinks before nodding and nudging herself from the ground, arms extended for him to take.
mhm! lets. c'mon, babe.

[] yeah!! sounds perfect uwu

@❛ sam k。 her palm is perched atop of his bicep, the tips of her fingers drawing faint circles through the fabric of his shirt. it doesn't stay there for long, running up higher and higher until her digits sink throughout his sea of strands. the tips of her nails run along his scalp with her smile plastered upon her tiers, but her calm demeanor doesn't mirror that of how quick her heart seemed to be racing, and how her head whirred repetitively and to the point of setting her within a trance. her arm soon rests within the nape of his neck, hand bent down to twirl the ends of his hair between her fingers as she looks at him.
hm?
she retracts her arm a tad to press her thumb between his furrowed brows, teeth sinking within the pillowy junction of her lower lip. it's not that she was hesitating at the thought, but instead almost... daydreaming. it felt unreal, for someone to want her. it felt as though it'd been so long since she'd felt loved, appreciated even. of course her friends are always around, but this was something entirely different. she remains silent for a moment or two, just blinking up at him before her tiers finally upturn into that of a grin.
okay.
she nods, practically looking up at him in awe with another nod and a blissful smile.
okay. i'd like that, a lot.

@❛ sam k。 her body instinctively follows each nudge closer, the tips of her toes gliding along the length of his shin before nudging itself between both of his legs. perhaps it had been the lack of action on her end in the past year or so, or that he was just a naturally good kisser -- but the wind seemed to be completely knocked out of her lungs, each connection of their lips causing for her to yearn for more, more, more. too caught up within the kiss to even completely process that he'd pulled away, she found herself content as their lips connect one more. it was a little harder to hold back the whine tempting to emit from the depth of her chest as a result of the lack of contact, only for her head to fall forward within the nape of his neck with a soft laugh following suit.
yeah, that was...
leaning her head back to look back up at him, her hand raises to caress his jaw, the pad of her thumb gliding along the junction of his lower lip bef ore she leans in to press a single, chaste kiss upon it once more, murmuring.
i like you, kiszka.

@❛ sam k。 her visage relaxes entirely upon his single word proclamation, because perhaps there was a hint of worry that she was being too forward — she hadn’t always been, but after two instances that could’ve both easily resulted in her death, she didn’t find any purpose in waiting for what she wanted. if she wanted something, she’d find a way to get it. and right now, within this instance, he was what she wanted. the tips of her fingers ghost along the side of his neck and between his silkened tresses, breathing out a soft chuckle before their lips finally meet. her eyes flutter shut, heartbeat thrumming within her ears and she was confident that if she weren’t holding onto both him and the grass between them, her fingers would tremble a bit.
finally,
she murmurs against his lips with a smile, only to press hers back his own more surely this time, more certain— for this was what she’d been completely sure about in a long time.

@❛ sam k。 her brow elevates as she overlooks his countenance, biting back a soft chuckle. the hesitation is clearly there, and as much as she wishes she could ease it, it didn’t seem to be so easy.
ah, i love those songs. i think somebody to love is always a good one too... i think those are my top three.
her hands meet his in between them, smile present as her head to the side.
a hopeless romantic, huh?
biting into her lower lip, she leans in just a bit and shifts a hand up to play with the collar of his shirt, breathing out a soft hum before finding his gaze again.
so, then are you gonna kiss me, loverboy?

@❛ sam k。 mm.
her nose scrunches once again and she runs small designs over the grass with the tip of her fingers, but her eyes remain set on his own. she doesn’t need to follow his eyes to know where he was looking and her heart jumps into , and wondering if he would kiss her. she certainly yearns for it, eyes overlooking his own plush set that he was busy chewing upon.
yeah? good. and what’s yours, hm?

@❛ sam k。 you make a good point, maybe that’ll change, then.
she murmurs, the corners of her tiers upturning into a soft smile as her attention is once again diverted to him, and it isn’t long until the proximity between them is practically diminished as a result of her shifting closer — his entire persona gravitating her in repetitively. she wanted to be closer, she wanted more.
oh? that’s a lot of pressure.
her brow raises as she looks at him, only to release a soft laugh at the question.
easy, either bring me to life by evanescence or endless love by diana ross and lionel richie. how’s that? do i pass?

@❛ sam k。 it certainly doesn’t go unnoticed by the female, though, actually seeing potential between the two... she decides to not tease, pearly whites sinking within the junction of her lower lip once more. she relaxes ahead of him, one arm sprawled beneath her head and disheveled sea of strands with the other nudged atop the grass between them.
i think that’s really great, sam. i wish I saw the world like you did, it’s something i should be better with.
she nods, rolling upon her back once more with a soft hum. her lips press together as she nods, brows furrowing together momentarily.
before— no. it’s weird, isnt it? anyway, i don’t want to make this depressing or anything.

@❛ sam k。 it's?
her brow elevates as she looks at him, head tilting to the side with her cool fingers pressed upon both his own and the fabric of his shirt. her hand remains close as the ink is brought into her line of sight, nose crinkling with a soft chuckle following suit.
i like it. i don't think it's girly. why'd you get it?
she questions, the tips of her fingers lowering to run against it with a gaze returning to his own, her lips pursed.
it depends. i've gotten it when i've seen violence with the officer, or when i sing. i don't know how to explain it, really.

@❛ sam k。 oh? do you have tattoos? where, lemme see.
her grin is cheeky as she playfully outstretches a hand to tug at his shirt, though, her eyes remain wide as she looks at him. the corners of her lips etch into a grin and she offers his hand a gentle squeeze.
you’d really do that for me? I’d like that, a lot. if you wouldn’t mind? thank you.
she whispers, warmth beginning to spread throughout her body at the thought. her cheek is perched within her palm as she looks back up at him, shrugging with an exasperated sigh.
it feels more real than that, but i guess that’s the word. and yeah, i mean.. there’s no rush, everyone’s got time to figure it out. even i do, if music isn’t mine. you’ll figure it out with time, i think.

@❛ sam k。 yeah, i have a lot.
she murmurs beneath her breath and within a mix of chuckles, gently biting into the expanse of her lower lip as the side of her finger rides along his own, breathing out a low hum in thought.
i've never really thought of it, before.... i mean, i wouldn't even know where to start. i don't even know if i'm good enough. but it's weird because.. i feel like i've gone through this process before, you know? i feel like i've.. i don't know.
at the drop of their hands she turns to face him as well, nudging herself onto her side just as he was on his, their palms pressing into the grass.
yeah, i guess i do believe in those.... you think so? so if that's mine, what would yours be?

@❛ sam k。 pfft, seriously!
she exclaims with a laugh and a gentle shove to his shoulder, smile wide and free as she turns her head to look at him now occupying the space beside her. if she were to be frank, this is how she would wish for them to be tonight, as well. just with a mattress beneath them.
something that no one else knows?
murmuring beneath her breath, her fingers tap upon the back of his hand as she, too, observes their hands. she hums in thought, resting her free hand upon her abdomen.
mmmmmmmmmm...... i have more than eighty tattoos? nah, that's no good. i mean, i don't think it's a surprise, but i dream to sing and make music.
she mutters, unknowing of the fact that she has done so, and has done so successfully.
and i don't believe in god, but the universe. the moon, the stars... y'know?

@❛ sam k。 really? maybe you could sing for me, too. i'll be the judge of that.
her tease is followed by a soft laugh shortly after, shifting her attention down to their conjoined hands once more as she listens to him. she shifts, returning to her position upon the ground once more with their fingers interlaced and she bends her elbow to run his knuckles along her brims with a soft smile, only to gently tug as if requesting for him to join her.
good thing i'm a fan of cheese, mm?
tilting her head up to look at the blue sky, her teeth sink within her lower lip as a smile dances upon the corners, breathing out another relaxed hum.
you're cute. i want to know all about you.

@❛ sam k。 mm.. i mean, sometimes these random ones come to me? like i've known them before? i know it sounds stupid but, i don't know, when i look them up i can't seem to find them. so i guess i create my own? i actually um, well, i like to sing, too. doesn't mean i'm very good at it though.
her nose crinkles at the thought and she releases a soft laugh, the tips of her fingers just barely sinking within his strands as her hand lowers. her eyes are doe-like as she looks at him, tempted to take a picture of how cute he looked with the flower behind his ear. the pace of her heart is apparent as her cheeks flush, head tilting down in attempt to shield herself from his line of sight as she shakes her head.
no no, it was still smooth. but definitely cheesy. ...kidding. thank you, it means more than you know.
biting upon her lower lip, the tips of her fingers run back and forth along the grass, only before she looks up at him once more with a widening smile.
i mean, i'd like to say that i think the same about you. you're just, mm... a breath of fresh air, i guess? people tend to be the same in lavande, or close to it. but you're just you, and i like that.

@❛ sam k。 her hand begins to lower and her smile is a bit more fond as it does so, overlooking his countenance with a hum.
mm, that sounds good. maybe i can play something, too.
her fingers wiggle once more, just as they did when she first told him that she could play the piano. her heart seemingly quickens as the flower is extended to her, smile faint yet soft and apparent as she takes it from his hand. his words earn a soft chuckle as she tucks it behind her ear, only to reach out and grab a similar flower to tuck behind his own with a nod.
mhm?

@❛ sam k。 her eyes lower to observe how small her hands were upon his own. she hadn't realized how small they were until they were interlaced with his own, nor did she think she'd like the thought as much as she did right now. she follows him, walking forward as he walks back with a soft laugh, never breaking eye contact.
pretty...
she whispers beneath her breath, taking a seat ahead of him before turning to lay down upon her back, palms resting atop of her abdomen. it's blissful, really, and her eyes flutter shut as she bathes within the nature.
mm!
she's quick to sit up, grin almost challengingly as she points at him.
you still need to play for me, mister.

@❛ sam k。 she finds herself inwardly swooning as her head tilts up to look at him, the look upon her visage immensely fond as she does so. her fingertips brush over the flowers by her side and she's endlessly chewing upon her lower lip in attempt to refrain from grinning, but to no avail.
i don't need a dinner and a movie. it's a bit cliche, don't you think? i think this is much better.
her voice is soft as she steps forward to nudge her shoulder with his own, humming softly.
do you have a favorite corner in here? where we could sit?

@❛ sam k。 [] !!!!!!!!! D A TE EEEE

the tips of her fingers had remained encircled around that of his wrists as his hands covered her eyes, nose scrunching with an accompanying laugh at whatever word he'd cheekily spoken on their way to... well, wherever they were going. pearly whites sink within her lower lip as she eases forward with each direction given, only for her eyes to flutter open once he removes his hands. they squint as the sunlight barges between them, only for her head to turn in order for her to attempt at taking in her surroundings.
sam--
she turns to him, lips curled into a grin as her brows furrow.
i've never been here before... it's beautiful.

@❛ jaemin n。 the pair, entangled in their own embraces, finally not giving a damn about anyone else rather than the person held dearly in their arms—it's euphoric, it's the feeling of seeing a happy ending at the end of their begrudging, obstacle-induced trails. it's the feeling of being in love. her fingers, they idly play with the short ends of his eccentric, blue tendrils, not beckoning that she'd get used to acting so freely, without commands, expectations. and although she doesn't think she'd get used to it, she hopes she does, because she has never, ever felt more powerful in her life than when she was at jaemin's side, to which he'd let her wreak havoc wherever and he was just there for the ride—eyes of adulation following her every move. she began her story as a mere flicker of fire, held together at the mercy of someone else. and though she knows her story has yet to finish, she already feels like a crackling fire, sent ablaze. his words aren't said without trust, said as a random thought for him to further convince her. no, she knows him, or rather enough of him to know that any uttered phoneme from his lips (that she's already craving), he means it. and here he was, asking for a chance to be that rock she could fall back on, that origin of support for her to turn to. "i won't, i'm right with you, blue." she reassures, soon cupping his cheek for her thumb to lightly graze over. leaning into his touch shamelessly, she inhales a soft breath. "okay," she murmurs as first, her smile growing as she chuckles. "i'd give you all the chances in the world, but i know you only need one—just one."

@❛ heejin j。 when they separate from each other, seemingly against both of their wishes but rather to allow themselves oxygen, jaemin has to pant to catch his breath—he is breathless, and it is not the first time he has referred to her as the thief. , he thinks as he grasps onto her, feeling the press of her body and her hands against his. she is here, she is tangible, and she is inescapable. as she presses herself to him, feeling the pulsation of his erratic heartbeat, there is a moment in which an epiphany gifts itself prolifically within jaemin’s overactive mind: the existence of god or any all-knowing deity is questionable and unbeknownst to all but the most spiritual of us all. yet jaemin feels, no, he knows that he was put here, handpicked by whatever supernatural being there existed in the universe, to love. he had questioned his own life, his own worth for years: just what inconceivable sins had he committed in his past life to be put in the womb of a drug head, without a father and without love? what was his existence if not dreary and insignificant? his existence is this. this kiss. this embrace which envelopes him in warmth. this /love/. it is almost a surreal feeling, to think that he was alive in this moment, somewhere on a speck of dust in the endless brutality of the cosmos, capable of feeling touch, love, sadness, affection, adrenaline. these are all but the few motley that bubbles within jaemin’s chest as the soft timbre of his girl breaks his thoughts. his words are off his tongue before he can even begin to evaluate their weight. “then don’t. don’t leave, just stay here with me.” they are honest words, admittedly selfish words that require jaemin to accept that he is indeed pining for your time. as his next words leave his mouth, his hand gently heejin’s hair, comforting her as much as gratifying himself. “you make me.. so ing happy. the happiest i can remember being in a long.. long time. i won’t lay a hand on you. i’d hate myself if i ever did. i won’t order you around. i trust you to make your own decisions. i’ll try my damn hardest not to hurt you. just please. give me a chance.”

@❛ jaemin n。 it feels as if it's her first kiss—it's all the right jitters, the right butterflies, and most of all, the right person. sure, she's been fooled by her own misconceptions, but , she's so sure that it's him, and this kiss, this /one/ kiss proves it to be true. it's their first kiss together and thus, it feels like a fairytale, the one she's been deprived of, saved of. he was her knight in shining armor—this blue haired tenant that she only met a mere couple weeks ago. he was here to not sweep her off her feet, to not fight her battles for her, to not take upon her burden. no. he was here to provide support, a lending shoulder, to encourage her when it seems the entire universe was against her—he was right there beside her, watching her bloom into an incredible woman that couldn't have been done without him, his infatuation, his impact. they deserved each other, she now knows. and she conveys these thoughts into this kiss, albeit soft. she pours just about everything she's came to know about love, about falling in love, and about her lover—who is no longer her boyfriend, but the man before her. she's breathless as they part, numbness scouring through her veins just at the thought whips through; they kissed. and it felt so ing good. her eyes still shut, letting their noses brush ever so gently against each other for the sake of remembrance of this momentous occasion, basking in their love. "you make me so happy." she murmurs, burrowing herself in his embrace as her arms run over his chest to wrap around his neck. "i don't ever want to leave."

@❛ heejin j。 it was wrong, it was betraying all golden words of a relationship—jaemin knew all of this the second that the desire to kiss her suddenly ignited within him, and before he had even allowed himself to entertain the idea in his mind. yet the longer than he stood there, taking in the complete unfiltered beauty of her mellifluous voice, the greater that the desire within him grew, as though it were a fire catching to nearby kindling. this was why he had asked. he knew her well enough to know her dedication to her boyfriend, however misguided. yet somehow he hoped that any of his actions over the general course of the week may have aided in helping her see: he can treat her better. not because he wants to prove himself to be better, to prove himself that he is not inferior, but because she deserves it. so when she gives him permission, her voice calling out him in a tender lilt, jaemin cannot even attempt to control the smile that spreads across his lips, like butter. immediately, the distance between them has vanished, almost as quickly as his inhibitions when she had reassured him. in the instance that their lips meet, jaemin knows it to be true, this is what love is like. love is sudden, like the collision of a sudden stranger. love is smooth, and daring, like the feeling of drifting along in a laundry cart. love is caring, unselfish, and most of all, amazing. his hand remains on her cheek, softly cupping it to bring her closer. slowly, as the wind brings her hair to him, he smoothly moves his hand along her scalp, holding back the strands which fall between them. the kiss is sweet an deep, yet demands nothing more. not once does he swipe his tongue against her bottom lip, and when he does pull away, rather than trail his kisses down her neck as he has in the past, he simply presses his forehead against hers, catching his breath.

@❛ jaemin n。 it's wrong, it's wrong on a multitude of levels, and she knows. she can't—she just can't. but as her eyes bathe in his chocolate-like ocean of irises that stare at her with such pure admiration and.. love, those feelings of obscurity, of uncertainty, they wisp into mere dust particles, clearing them in her mind to just solely focus on him—to prioritize him like how she should've. he was that only consistent narrative in her life, and it all flowed so naturally that she couldn't even grasp the situation at hand before falling for him so deep. she can't even pinpoint where, when, or how—just that she was, and perhaps that's the fairytale in it that she had been wishing for. the tale being that the most truest, sincerest form of love encroaches upon one with the element of surprise at hand. and surprised, she was. in comparison with her supposed lover, it felt.. forced, mechanical. as if he was wiring her to depend on him that it was mistaken as love. but now, she knows how it feels—and she feels it with him. a certain elation blossoms in her chest at the epiphany of it all. she loves him. "yes, jaemin." she's indecisive in nature, but she's never been more sure in her life than at this moment. her eyes flutter to a close, heightening herself on the tips of her toes to close the distance between their lips, as she relishes in the enamoring she feels for him.

@❛ heejin j。 jaemin has never been in love before—he has had short-lived flings which he later deduced down to infatuation, he has had one night stands full of physical attraction and physical attraction only. in a way, he can almost attribute his supposed inability to fall in love to the shortcomings of his mother: in the most principal crucial years of his early life, the only love he knew from his mother was the the roof over his head. and even then, he did not always have it. he has long since released that resentment of his mother. he is an adult now, his petty mommy issues forcibly ejected from his thoughts, yet still he finds himself returning to the subject that he has never fallen in love, and that this is likely due to the fact that he had never seen nor experienced love from his own parents. his father unknown, jaemin could not even recall a time when his mother was happy with another person. and all this time, jaemin had blamed her for the lack of love in his life.

no, he was wrong. the reason he had failed to fall in love before now, his twentieth year, is that it was meant to be saved for her. all of it. he didn’t want the first butterflies, the comfortable silences, the skin on skin with anyone that wasn’t her. to imagine sharing those sacred milestones with anyone but, jeon heejin, his marshmallow, his anchor tethering him to the world, would be unacceptable. he knows his flaws, he knows why he had refused to let himself acknowledge this fact when long ago it had already made itself known: he was in love with her, and she couldn’t be his. he didn’t want to overstep any boundaries, get too close when he knew that ultimately she would never choose him. yet now, as he stares down at her with his hand cupping her roseate cheek, he finds the courage within him to ask: “can i kiss you?.. please.”

@❛ jaemin n。 perhaps, during this stilled time of theirs—the time of which the world only revolves around them, that he's the only celestial being close enough, worthy of her attention, does she realize just how hard she's fallen for him. she, jeon heejin, was in love with him, na jaemin. and it's only at this moment that suddenly, her stomach fills with not only butterflies, but every specimen known to mankind—rummaging, fluttering, twinging inside her to portray that of how he makes her feel. this feeling, it overwhelms her to no degree, letting the cerulean like sky above their heads be the limit of her affections for him. it had taken her months for her to convince herself she was in love with her boyfriend, and here he was, beating that record with that of his sweet words that are rather uncharacteristic of him, gentle leads of his that she trusts, his pure heart that aligns with hers as they stand in the midst of the greenhouse—she's fallen, just as he has. and for a second, she doubts. not her feelings, but his. how does someone like /him/, mere perfection on legs, manage to stick around with someone like /her/? she cries, she hurts, she suffers. the answer; its crystal clear to her as he cups her cheek, obsidian orbs of hers gazing into his with such longing that she understands he'd.. accept her, flaws, experiences, emotions and all—that he already has accepted her for who she was. "i'm not," she murmurs, softly exhaling a breath she'd kept in. "i'm not lying."

@❛ heejin j。 gradually jaemin forces his eyes open, lenses once again coming into contact with the harsh lights and hues of the universe. yet in the apple of his eye, the center of all his worries... her. it is hard for him to comprehend the sheer greatness of the woman before him: only a week ago, his world had been a blur of mundane shades and days. the only adrenaline worthy enough of acknowledgment from jaemin was the rush he received speeding at 100 miles per hour down a straightedge road. but now, she has filled his world with color—the pink of her cheeks, the blue of his namesake gifted upon him by her, the red that fueled his disdain as her protective captor held onto him. and now, with the green that surrounds them, jaemin begins to contemplate the notion that there is only one greater rush than the one received from the biting wind on his face from the speed. here, with his vulnerabilities and insecurities displayed in the open for her to observe, there is no greater thrill than the thrill of the fall. and jaemin is falling. endlessly, he is freefalling into the pool of her. as he had not intended for her to hear such private pleas from him, her response bring him to his senses. she.. would let him love her? his eyes gaze to hers, disbelief written in them. his bandaged hand, proof of his varying passion for her, leaves the indent of her hip and instead finds itself at her cheek once again, cupping the once inflamed skin gently, lovingly. “don’t lie to me..” he says softly, incredulous. “tell me.. tell me you’re not lying.” in her eyes, he searches for her truth.

@❛ jaemin n。 she remains oblivious to his assiduous gaze over her, simply letting the melody of the song leave guiding beats in her mind for her to effortlessly hum, voice of hers exceeding its calm timbre as she parts her lips once more, "i am here with open hands," just to be silly, her daintier palm briefly squeezes his in that pause—her hands open for his. "all i need is you again. no i won't move, let my soul still." though the words seep from her rosy-like tiers, she's lets it all fall under her radar, until she mellifluously utters the next pair of stanzas for him to hear, for him to understand. "so i will let you love me," her chin lifts a tad, the tips of their noses grazing so tantalizingly, her lips just one centimetre apart. before she could finish the line, she catches his words—they're almost inaudible, supposedly so she wouldn't hear, but she does. any regular, rational minded, not to mention, taken woman would've departed at that moment—actually, wouldn't even voluntarily allow themselves to be so swayed by their best friend, to feel so smitten. but jeon heejin, she was far from normal. instead of questioning his words, she mindlessly manages to finish the lyric with, all with a faint, pink hue dusting the apples of her cheeks. "yeah, i will let you love me."

@❛ heejin j。 as she resumes her song, the sweetest honey dripping from her lips in both tune and phonetics, jaemin allows himself the selfish pleasure of watching. here, the skin of their foreheads resting upon each other gently, he is close enough to count the eyelashes that sprout from her large innocuous eyes. enough to admire the mole which adorns her visage, appearing as an elegant accessory rather than a blemish upon her milky skin. enough to catch wisps of her gentle yet prominent lavender scent, capturing him in the essence of all his senses. he touches her, feels her beneath his palms. the sweet odor of her reels him. and best of all, her melodious voice fills his ears. now, he deliberates as his eyes move to her lips, a soft shade of rouge. if only he could, to fulfill his last unattended sense. rather, he closes his eyes and relishes in her words, repeating in the dusk of his mind: “i like all sides of you.” did she really? would she be able to accept him? to love him the same upon learning that he raced cars upon dangerous streets for a living? to not gaze at him with pity in her eyes after learning that his mother had experimented with drugs, her personal vice, whilst he grew from her womb? it was hard to believe that even a single person could love anyone that much, enough to see them the same. and because she does not love him, he is sure of it, she cannot view him in that way. “let me love you,” he whispers, voice so soft it is barely audible beneath hers, eyes still closed.

@❛ jaemin n。 their connected pair of hands raise slightly to the side of them, parallel, as they slightly begin to sway back and forth—it's nothing fancy, nothing choreographed, but that's what makes it beautiful. it's their own fantasy, their own world that they've caged themselves in, god forbid it to be interrupted by other matters; visitors, friends, her boyfriend of all. "different?" she asks lowly, a mere wisp. "well, i like all sides of you." and it's true—their share of lame jokes to their sudden romantic gestures together, at this moment. even when he shielded her behind him from that of her boyfriend, she liked him then. in her mind, there was nothing about na jaemin that could ever scare her off. not now, not ever. her lips curl into a smile, letting their foreheads rest upon one another so intimately, eyes closing to bathe in the sweet moment of theirs that would remain as one of her heavens. "it's not something i could earn, yet it's something that you freely give. or you simply ask of me, be still and let you love me," her breath ghosts over his lips, proximity nowhere near their dictionary as she murmurs, as if only for his ears. "so i will let you love me."

@❛ heejin j。 for the first time that day, her fingers fall into his and it feels as though jaemin’s world has come back together; it wasn’t that he had taken for granted the comfort of her fingers curling into his, but after the days they spent connected by their hands and the lengthy absence of her warmth in his, all is right once more. a low chuckle leaves his chest, and he shrugs. “i’m feeling a bit.. courageous today. it must be you.” he pulls her up, and grips her waist with his free hand that she had led to her. “you make me.. different.” it’s a good kind of different—she makes him discover an entirely new na jaemin, one who has never seen the light of day. a romantic na jaemin, a hopeful na jaemin who dreams and ponders upon the sweetness of his damsel’s lips. she has this power upon him. “yes. sing.. please,” he mumbles as he pulls her to him, the two of them simply shifting their weight back and forth in a lazy waltz. “your voice is beautiful,” he manages. like you.