Jaljayo
Description
I loved a song since way back and I always imagined Dara doing a cover of it in a more mellow way.
In fact, I imagine her doing so.
I even wrote a different story of it, I just can’t remember where I placed it.
This is entirely different though.
This is about: When Jiyong has his own worries.
A product of my imagination.
Hope you like it.
I at making desciptions.
Foreword
Snippet:
“Hmmm.” He sighed. She gently run her hand through his hair repeatedly.
“You feel better?” She asked when he suddenly let go and looked down at her. She didn’t know how long they stayed like that and she really didn’t care if they stayed like that for the rest of their lives.
“A little. But we gotta feed you.” And on cue, her tummy made a sound and she burst out laughing, he chuckled. She threw her arms around his neck once more and he kissed her. It was short but sweet. “You’re my happy pill.” He whispered to her lips.
It was a chimaek kind of night as they sat next to each other while she talked of her day. Her feet were up and her hands were greasy from the chicken that her chopsticks kept on slipping as she tried to get some pickled radish.
“How about you? How was your day?” She asked as he fed her radish. She was too cute struggling to pick up some radish that he gave himself time to watch her before standing up and getting a fork. Instead of handing it to her, he took responsibility of feeding her the radish.
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