all things metaphorical
Description
Hey, have you ever heard of a story told by an old couch or a wooden table? No? Then buckle up and get your popcorns, because we're about to go on a ride. // A 3-shots ssambbang story.
A/N: hello! i wouldn't be able to post the final chapter of the tumblr au just yet, because i'm in the middle of a few critical weeks, so to speak--and getting into the headspace needed to continue the story is difficult for now. but! i've also been wanting to do this, with this being converting one of my yy stories into ssambbang. this story is one i personally really love, and our soft couple suits it a lot. i'll break it into three parts and post one every week, and i hope that you'll get to enjoy this as much as i do! happy reading, and as always, thank you! :)
A/N 19/09/15: the week is technically not over yet, so i count this as a promise kept! here is the third and last chapter of this tale, thank you a lot for the patient wait. was planning to post it for #SoftestSsambbangDay, but alas, life got in the way and i had to settle being two days late. happy reading, and as always, thank you! have a great week, everyone :)
Foreword
This ordinary routine won't be complete without a girl sitting around a table across me, several meters away. She's got a laptop with her that she always sets up on the table—who I call Tablo and totally hates me for it—and I don't think she’s ever doing anything with the laptop except to hide her while she takes a peek at Hitomi every once in a while.
Totally a creep, if you ask me.
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