(31; And suddenly my heart throbs. When I glance at you, I can no longer speak, my tongue is broken and a subtle flame is creeping into my skin.) Nayoung endures. Through the exhaustion and the hopelessness, she endures. [apocalyptic au]

And it’s that slightest of uncertainty, that hint of hesitation that throws Jieqiong into a whirlwind of mental panic; red flags, flashing lights and all.  

If she were to search the deepest of her heart, she would find only one name and it's hers.

That was six days ago. Yoojung wonders if she'll ever get her pencil back. 

She nuzzled Nayoung’s hair, taking in the scent. Her nose picked up coconut, gardenia, and a hint of vanilla. It was an aroma that reminded her of summer; sweet, but not sickeningly saccharine.

Clutching the tea rose umbrella in her hands, Sejeong her heels and walked back into the library with quiet steps.