idiosyncratic // jyr • kth

二十二

the rain seems less heavy when taehyung held his hand out for yerin, but she punched him straight in the nuts.

"what the hell?!" the pain is so unbearable that he lost his balance, and he fell onto the floor as he keep groaning.

"i'm sorry! i thought this was a romantic moment, but wouldn't it be too cheesy if i accepted--"

"but it's my nuts!"

though she's really the pranking type, she felt bad about punching him. he's just as cold as her.

instead of helping him up, she slowly lay down beside him, embracing him from behind. her breath relaxed against his back, making her nibble his shirt.

"sorry.."

"why did you ignore me?"

the words seem to disappear, like yerin never knew what it was and what to say. when she was about to open her mouth, taehyung shifted his position to face her.

his breath against her skin giving her every inch of warmth suffocates her which is pretty ironic, his lips gently touching her upper lip.

yerin's body trembled, she's probably the person who talks about the things but she would never do that.

"i bet you can't ignore me after this--"

"yerin noona? are you sleeping with your eyes open?"

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