shadows [d]
| shadows.
wonwoo/oc
high school!AU, slight angst
<1k words
g
A/N: inspired by mansae because mansae is high school things
also inspired by wonwoo's rap lyrics in fronting. the last line is along the lines of "and what do you think about slipping a kiss under the street lights?" his entire rap part is so hot and i promise i will translate it properly for you all someday.
She walks down the street, backpack straps in her hand and eyes floored onto the ground. Shadows dance in front of her as city lights flicker around her late at night. A sigh escapes her lips; she fails to notice a figure glancing at her from across the street.
Her steps feel heavy as she saunters to the edge of the sidewalk. The wind whispers sympathies into her ear as she presses the button to cross the street. Her thoughts are heavy at this time in the night. The color of the sky itself is a nocturne which dampens her mood. She is distracted; she doesn't notice the boy run across the pedestrian crossing, just barely missing an angry car, murmuring sheepish apologies.
He's beside her now. She finally glances up, then smiles in recognition.
"You're so tall," she breathes, and her hands loosen from the backpack straps as she looks into his eyes.
"Anything for you," he says shyly. She feels his hand lay on her backpack.
"That doesn't make sense," she giggles softly as he takes her backpack to carry it himself.
"Of course it does," he says, and carefully lifts her chin to lean down and kiss her. The pedestrian crossing light turns white, but they don't notice. The artificial lights illuminate the two figures. The girl looks away, tasting something sweet in her mouth, something like love or shyness or a sort of emotion she is too scared to identify.
"I'll walk you home," he whispers, and the girl wonders if he is a part of the wind--a sweet breeze too lovely, too blessed to last long in her life.
The next day, rumors spread like an ugly acid drop which consumes a piece of pretty clothing. The girl's eyes wither from low esteem to no esteem; she grips the straps of her backpack more tightly.
She doesn't dare deny it. Because it's true. They kissed. But she had simply liked him in the privacy of her thoughts--it was he who had made the move.
"Hey," he says softly when he sees her in the hallway. "How are you?"
"They're talking."
"So what?" He takes her backpack again, and she lets him. "Let them."
She feels a mix of thrill and terror as she feels his arm wrap around her shoulder, the way his warm body is against hers as they walk to class together.
wonwoo/oc
high school!AU, slight angst
<1k words
g
A/N: inspired by mansae because mansae is high school things
also inspired by wonwoo's rap lyrics in fronting. the last line is along the lines of "and what do you think about slipping a kiss under the street lights?" his entire rap part is so hot and i promise i will translate it properly for you all someday.
She walks down the street, backpack straps in her hand and eyes floored onto the ground. Shadows dance in front of her as city lights flicker around her late at night. A sigh escapes her lips; she fails to notice a figure glancing at her from across the street.
Her steps feel heavy as she saunters to the edge of the sidewalk. The wind whispers sympathies into her ear as she presses the button to cross the street. Her thoughts are heavy at this time in the night. The color of the sky itself is a nocturne which dampens her mood. She is distracted; she doesn't notice the boy run across the pedestrian crossing, just barely missing an angry car, murmuring sheepish apologies.
He's beside her now. She finally glances up, then smiles in recognition.
"You're so tall," she breathes, and her hands loosen from the backpack straps as she looks into his eyes.
"Anything for you," he says shyly. She feels his hand lay on her backpack.
"That doesn't make sense," she giggles softly as he takes her backpack to carry it himself.
"Of course it does," he says, and carefully lifts her chin to lean down and kiss her. The pedestrian crossing light turns white, but they don't notice. The artificial lights illuminate the two figures. The girl looks away, tasting something sweet in her mouth, something like love or shyness or a sort of emotion she is too scared to identify.
"I'll walk you home," he whispers, and the girl wonders if he is a part of the wind--a sweet breeze too lovely, too blessed to last long in her life.
The next day, rumors spread like an ugly acid drop which consumes a piece of pretty clothing. The girl's eyes wither from low esteem to no esteem; she grips the straps of her backpack more tightly.
She doesn't dare deny it. Because it's true. They kissed. But she had simply liked him in the privacy of her thoughts--it was he who had made the move.
"Hey," he says softly when he sees her in the hallway. "How are you?"
"They're talking."
"So what?" He takes her backpack again, and she lets him. "Let them."
She feels a mix of thrill and terror as she feels his arm wrap around her shoulder, the way his warm body is against hers as they walk to class together.