GRAVEYARD MESSAGES.
from jeon:
hey who's this
You scoff at the screen. It is nearing midnight, four hours since you have seen Jeongguk in the flesh before he dissolved into the shadows like a ghost, blending with the darkness that he claims to come from, having not a clue that he has bones made of liquid gold, a radiance that can compete with the sun. In the meantime, you have cleansed your skin of salt and sand beneath steaming hot water, eaten a very basic dinner of steamed rice and omelette – oh, the thrills of college student life! – and successfully dodged Joy's suspicion in her words of Where on earth were you? Why are you trailing sand like an ant?
The decision was made to not tell her so soon. You like having him as your little secret, for the while.
It was only once you allowed the shadows to swallow the light in your room, tucking yourself in the cosy comfort of your bed that the persistent glow of your cell phone screen on the bedside table grabbed your attention. The message from Jeongguk was sent fourteen minutes ago.
Butterflies swarm in your belly, and you suddenly feel like a high schooler with a crush, a smile that is illuminated by the LED light cracking at your cheeks while your fingers skim over the keyboard.
from you:
idk how to break this to you
but I think we might be soulmates
from jeon:
really? sorry but I have to deny destiny
I kinda like some drunk girl I met at sumo this one time at 2am
from you:
oh no, what a shame
she sounds killer tho
from jeon:
oh she is
don't mean to rub it in ur face but
the girl is icredible I would sacrifice my soul to have her as my companion in every lifetime
*incredible
from you:
christ jeon, consider my cavities here!!
remember your debt!!
from jeon:
fuck
I am so sorry idk where that came from
get these feelings away
look at what you do to me
from you:
ur welcome
aw I think it's nice
big bad boy turned big softie
from jeon:
hold up I am NOT soft
...
bad boy?
from you:
jeon you are literally the definition of a stereotypical bad boy
it's ok it makes you even more enthralling
my bad boy
from jeon:
YOU ARE READING
Sillage | DISCONTINUED
FanfictionWhen you meet Jeon Jeongguk over a bowl of miso ramen at 2AM, the last thing that comes to mind when you stare into his glazed over, drunken eyes is the word 'soulmate'. Perhaps, that is because your bloodstream is similarly laced with the kind of i...
