title : ticking time bomb
pairing : yoon junghan & jung dayoung
genre : romance; self-reflection; holidays
originally published : december eight, twenty-thirteen
originally completed : december eight, twenty-thirteen
short summary : there are two watches in this world, and junghan has one of them.

A thousand silent crystal clusters rode the chill breeze, drifting through the bustling, Two-legs filled streets of Seoul. Various young couples strolled alongside the snow covered streets sharing pockets, holding hands, or stealing sweet, innocent kisses. One such walker, nervously paced back and forth on the path just across the dazzling Han Bridge. He was the only one who kept to himself with no traces of having any commitment to any partner, unlike everyone else there. Freshly pink, smiling faces of said couples surrounded him, not minding the lone wolf standing around a popular dating spot. The fine white powder dusted his broad, upright shoulders, and black, slicked up hair much like your typical solemn, winter man. Pulling the collar of his black pea coat tighter around his neck with his gloved hands, he took this opportunity to sneak a glance at his watch. Under the dim light from the dull street lamps, his slightly hooded eyes squinted at the lines decorating the silver face – 11:55PM.

His moist breath escaped his dry, wind-chapped lips as he deeply sighed; it was too good to be true. his lips to rehydrate, he immediately regretted his decision after the late night air pricked the skin lining them. Flinching at the sudden sensation, he pursed his lips together in an effort to keep them warm. Leaning back against the steady, lamp post behind him, he slipped his hands into the depth of his pockets and stared at the ground, lips still pursed, and eyes intently fixed on the grey, cracked street.

In the back of his mind, an near-perfect reflection replayed; he was in the same place, on a day just like today. The only thing that was different was that next to him was a smaller girl, whose fingers interlaced through his. Releasing his lips, he tilted his head to the side, wondering what that memory was. One year ago? No, it was longer than that. The last time he had ever seen a girl was