The cotton candy skies were always your favorite. Jisung thinks they always will be. He closes his eyes as the breeze from the hills blows over you both in the backseat of his red convertible, and he enjoys this moment. He wants to wake you up so he can hear you talk about the pretty pinks and blues above you, and maybe tell him another story about the California he's only come to recently know, but he keeps his eyes closed, and his arm around your shoulder.
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