xuanmiin: Kwon's point of view. 

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I came back to find her sprawled on my bed, taking pictures of herself, of course while not forgetting to make adorable expressions. So I scooted next to her and also posed for her handphone camera. We couldn’t leave out her making bored, uninterested (otherwise known as chic) expressions. Oh, and me pretending to kiss her ear, or her cheek.

“Do you happen to have a Polaroid camera, Kwon-ah? I want to add a new Polaroid to the ones over there.”

“The camera, I possess.” I pulled an unhappy face, “But I think I ran out of film.”

“Easily solved, because I’m sure the fans would have gifted some film!” She was already digging through the box in search of Polaroid film. It wasn’t long before she raised it triumphantly, as if she already knew it was there.

So the Polaroid taking resumed, this time with us sitting up. She slung an arm around my shoulder, so I pulled a disheartened expression. Unsatisfied, we took another one, this time prettily—like cute kindergarten children staging a kiss.

“The second one’s better.” I insisted, since I knew she would say otherwise.

“First’s better! You can keep the second one though. And stick it over there with the rest of the polaroids!”

“141224, the day we got back together.” I mumbled as I wrote the identical words on the bottom of the Polaroid.

“It’s been three years! Sorry, Kwon-ah. Love you!” She dictated as she attempted to write nicely. Then she headed over to stick the second Polaroid with the rest. I quietly slipped the other one into her wallet.

“Noona-yah, you should go and shower too.”

“But I don’t have anything to change into.” She looked around dejectedly, again with those puffed cheeks.

“You can pick anything from my drawer if you wish!” Then I was reminded of something, “But I think you have a full set of clothes somewhere.”

“Why would—” She started, seemingly horrified.

“You forgot your paper bag, and then I never got down to returning your clothes.” I successfully located that paper bag, buried somewhere deep in my drawer, and passed it up to her.

“Right. No wonder.”

“But if I’m not wrong, that’s your stage outfit, so you’re still better off choosing one of my pullovers and one of my bottoms.” She appeared to randomly pick something, though I doubt it was that random, “You might as well leave your clothes from today behind too!”

Ga In finally in the shower, I immediately took her albums off the shelf to read what she supposedly added on.

We Fell in Love: There’s so much meaning behind this album, so much I wish to sa