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Sickly yellow irises bore down on the unsuspecting prey, the young woman stricken with further fear and terror upon the sight of large canines. She screamed.
Started out so simple and innocent, chemistry like apple and cinnamon.
And I feel you coursing through my veins like fire.
I'll be the one, if you want me to.
In this desolate wasteland, they were compelled to partake in the sheer barbarity the reigning sovereign had ominously dubbed “The Games.”
Disciplinary teacher extraordinaire, Lee Chaerin, enlisted the help of a mysterious fellow to tame the rowdiest bunch of students she ever had the privilege of meeting.
Baddest dame in the game, Lee Chaerin, got more than she bargained for when she answered the call of one peculiar, enigmatic Mr. Wu.
Her perpetual love of carnations had been etched deep in his memory.
Mr. Fantastic only had eyes for the self-proclaimed Hongdae Goddess, and as any dutiful friend would, she decided to help him acquire his love - at the cost of her own heart.
He despised the sight of her.
He was chasing after a fallen star.
Brusquely burrowing into the front of his coat as if it were purely natural to her, she rambled, "Did you have a good time, Soo?" Astonished by her antics, he gave pause, his corresponding words tinged with hoarse pleasure. "Yeah."
Traitor.
Let me embrace you one last time.
On a whim, he showed up every single day at the dingy little restaurant they had previously arranged for a day of relaxation - the restaurant where they had in fact celebrated an event for idols and where they had first conversed outside of variety shows. He only ordered a glass of water, and awaited the hours to fly by. It became a twisted sort of tradition for the past few months: snag any table, order water, and wait in silence for the love he had let go to return.
The young man released a sigh, and silently hoped she would return another time soon, he did not want to be branded as a man of ill will, untrustworthy, and oh, the endless nonsense.
She set fire to his heart.
"Hmm. Any attractive, young men desperate for a kiss, Chaerin?" He was resting his head on his arm, eyes shining merrily at her. She almost relented and unveiled the few takers that were quite charming. Yongguk had too much power over her, she decided.
"I heard you like bad girls. Now, just how true is that, hon?"
He figured he would tell her in the future that she was ingrained in his memory as the embodiment of coffee itself.
Pessimistic of their future, he still, however, mumbled, "I really, really like you, Yuri."
He had never been prepared for looking after a child, attending to its every whim and need - but, what young guy was?
Wary of his increasingly wistful features, her immaculate composure faltered, her subsequent whisper both tender and urgent. "I'll break your heart."
The deep, husky voice that erupted from him reeled Chaerin's thought and focus back to him. She had only ever heard a voice like that come from Choi Seunghyun, and his was far more rich than this young man's tone. It wasn't distasteful, she found herself thinking.
It was their little game, so to speak. Whenever he felt his despair creeping in on him, poised to suffocate him, he reached out to her and she hurried over. She was a tool, only good for curing him.
"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." It became a mantra, flitting past her pale lips as she covered her face in shame. Even in her desperate need for a sign of assurance, he could not present her a smile.
"I'm thirty; I hardly count as young anymore. I'm a washed up old-maid!" A plethora of feathery kisses were pressed to the contours of his jaw, her arms secured nicely on the stretch of his bare should