a rose by any other name (would never smell as sweet)
Description
Jihyo's exhausted, but she can't sleep, not while Dahyun is inches away, colorful hair a surprisingly well-blended addition to the moonlight hanging cold and keen over her features, all soft and angled and all too beautiful.
She doesn't look anymore, and she doesn't touch either (because such a lovely image isn't hers anyway) but it's there.
(Simply: Jihyo is pining and it kinda hurts, because she's far too responsible to be selfish)
Foreword
this is completely self-indulgent and partly a filler for the fic series im working on but since im heading off somewhere for around a week with no wifi to speak of, ive decided to put in a quick fluffangst piece so no one gets too antsy
either way, first official fic here and the title is basically some ultra-prosey poetry (im bad with titles im sorry people) i hope you understand it, or not, who knows im a lmao
also i hope youre not allergic to italics :^)
(lets also insert implied establishedrelationship!Dahna bc i cant give poor bby jihyo a break but shes a good leader AND thatll hurt more)
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