e·the·re·al
/əˈTHirēəl/
(adj.) extremely delicate light, too perfect for this world.
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Her lips curved into a little smile as she reads.
Yellow rays of light radiating through her.
And at this moment, I knew.
Before the sun fully takes a bre...
As I looked at her, I started to realize that the sweater she's wearing was the same as mine. Maybe that's why it's familiar.
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"I like your sweater, suits you." I told her. It was fascinating to see her wearing other colors because all this time that I'm with her, she's just wearing plain white clothes. Don't get me wrong... I love it, I love the way she sparkles in those white clothes.
"Oh someone gave it to me," she grinned.
I frowned, "Who?"
I don't want the thoughts of someone giving her gifts. I can give her everything she wants, literally.
"Suga," she grinned wider.
It's strange when she calls me by my stage name, strange yet enchanting to my ears. I furrowed my eyebrows and pointed myself, "Me? When? I don't remember-"
She cut me off with a giggle, "I'm sorry Yoongi! I have to confess something. Can you forgive me?"
"Hmm... Maybe. Tell me first...what's that?" I teasingly raised my eyebrows at her.
"Last night I... I miss you so bad. So I went to your room and you're sleeping peacefully. Of course I don't want to bother you so I just sat there and watched you... sleeping." She mumbled shyly.
I can't help not to fuckin smile. She did that? She watched me sleeping? I don't even have a clue. Now I'm conscious about what I looked like when I'm sleeping, I hope my mouth wasn't opened wide.
"You should've just laid beside me and we can sleep together," I smirked at her.
She playfully kicked my legs with her fluffy socks, "And I saw this sweater hanging on your chair. It's so comfortable and smells like you so... I stole it." She said the last word with a grin.
I covered my mouth and widened my eyes to act as if I was surprised, "Oh my gosh... an angel thief!" I leaned closer, "What should we do with her?"
She laughed, "Wrong words. I didn't steal it, just borrowed it!"
I enveloped her into a tight hug, "Got you, thief!"
"Ahh no... awww..." she groaned like she was in pain.
I immediately moved back, "What is it? Am I too heavy? Uhh sorry."
"No," she replied and I noticed her clutching her stomach with her eyes squinted.
"Hey are you okay? I'm really sorr-"
"Ssshh... I'm good. It's not your fault."
"Then what is it?"
"Cramps..." she softly replied as her eyes stared at the floor.
