somethings (3) - gibberish
DRABBLE SERIES.
changmin/jaejoong.
pg.
244 words.
I can't speak. I think I've become mute. And it's all his fault, his fault for making me fall in love with him; with just one, stupid, careless glance.
"Excuse me?"
Oh god. He's speaking words to me. He's looking (only) at me, with those eyes, those deep, chocolate brown eyes. I'm losing myself (in them) already.
"Have you decided yet?" he inquires, cocking his head.
I blink. Twice.
He places his hand over mine. "Jaejoong-sshi?"
I think I'm melting.
"wrshabees?" Gibberish. I'm speaking Gibberish.
"I'm sorry, I didn't get that," says the waitress, tentatively. I quickly glance at them. They're looking at me as if I've gone mental or something.
I get the words out, but can't stop the stammering. "W-water p-please." My eyes shuffle between two of them in nervousness-he hasn't taken his eyes (nor his hands) off me (mine). I'm not sure whether to feel grateful or uncomfortable for that. I feel it's a mix of the two.
He starts chortling, and I stiffly snap my head up, wide-eyed. He starts chuckling even more, with those eyes falling into perfect, mismatched crescents. I would question him as to why, but have no confidence whatsoever whether I'll get the words out.
"This might be a little to soon, but-" he smirks, flashes me with a devilish glance and presses his lips against mine. Perfectly against mine.
"-I couldn't help myself," he whispers, breath ghosting over my lips. Uh.
Is this real life?
◄NOTHINGS /MASTERPOST OF CHAPTERS
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TEE-HEE :D I'm feeling extra fluffly
changmin/jaejoong.
pg.
244 words.
I can't speak. I think I've become mute. And it's all his fault, his fault for making me fall in love with him; with just one, stupid, careless glance.
"Excuse me?"
Oh god. He's speaking words to me. He's looking (only) at me, with those eyes, those deep, chocolate brown eyes. I'm losing myself (in them) already.
"Have you decided yet?" he inquires, cocking his head.
I blink. Twice.
He places his hand over mine. "Jaejoong-sshi?"
I think I'm melting.
"wrshabees?" Gibberish. I'm speaking Gibberish.
"I'm sorry, I didn't get that," says the waitress, tentatively. I quickly glance at them. They're looking at me as if I've gone mental or something.
I get the words out, but can't stop the stammering. "W-water p-please." My eyes shuffle between two of them in nervousness-he hasn't taken his eyes (nor his hands) off me (mine). I'm not sure whether to feel grateful or uncomfortable for that. I feel it's a mix of the two.
He starts chortling, and I stiffly snap my head up, wide-eyed. He starts chuckling even more, with those eyes falling into perfect, mismatched crescents. I would question him as to why, but have no confidence whatsoever whether I'll get the words out.
"This might be a little to soon, but-" he smirks, flashes me with a devilish glance and presses his lips against mine. Perfectly against mine.
"-I couldn't help myself," he whispers, breath ghosting over my lips. Uh.
Is this real life?
◄NOTHINGS /MASTERPOST OF CHAPTERS
→▬←
TEE-HEE :D I'm feeling extra fluffly