(rewritten version of pleasure in pain)
"and then there is me . . . always waiting for you."
reality . . . it strikes when you lose someone you love. then fear stops you from moving on and letting go. they were just in love after all . . . right?
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RED ␥
┈ the streets glimmers in the colorful shines of the reflective lights of the city. ye-joon sighs in thought, picking at his nails as he sits in a booth at a cafe, an empty mug sitting idly by his fidgety hands. his red wine eyes focus on different things passing by the window, following delicate droplets of water making their way down the glass pane in a slow pace. his coat is neatly folded on his lap as he adjusts the neck collar of his dark gray turtle neck.
everything seems to be moving slowly and the pouring rain adds to the depressing pace. "would you like a refill?" a voice snaps him out of his wondering thoughts. he moves his gaze and meets curious pools of fuchsia. a cute beret sits atop the person's blond and dark rooted hair, the cafe's simple uniform adding to said person's charm. "would you like to order anything else?"
ye-joon blinks slowly before replying, "a flat white please." he offers a small but warm smile and slowly looks away with another thought in mind. the blond bows his head and takes the empty abandoned mug in his hands and pads away to make the man's order. his fingers tap on the table, forming a small beat as he ponders more. he lowly sighs and rubs his forehead, feeling a dull ache forming, "what the fuck should i do?"
RED ␥ ⸝⸝ ⌞chapter one﹕bj red ⌝
┈ everyday is a rough day. a broken sigh leaves ye-joon's lips as he leans back on the gaming chair. his red eyes pierces through his viewers' screens as he tantalizingly peers at the camera's lens. "my devils, it has been a hectic day . . ." he drones out. "lets relieve stress together, shall we?"
that deceivingly sweet tone of his demanded attention. he scrolls along his comments as he watches donations go through. "should i talk you through it?" his teasing words brought on flooding comments of what he should say to them. "would that be spoiling you?" he asks in faux ignorance. he then tilts his head with a smirk, "should i stay silent and leave you deprived?"
