nebula || jungjaehyun

⇢ supernova ⇠

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supernova 

"It's been a while," her sultry voice purrs from the other line. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" 

"Actually," Jaehyun flirts, "I had hoped to owe you pleasure." 

Eunjung chuckles. "Cut the bullshit. Only call when you can live up to your reputation." 

"I can," he promises. "Shall I prove it to you?" 

A beat. Then, "Usual time and place?" 

⬳ ⟿

"You can have your bragging rights back," Eunjung says, stretching with a moan. 

He exhales a puff of smoke, smirking. "I hope you're not too sore tomorrow." 

She laughs, flinging her legs over the edge of the bed. "Arrogance is not a good look on you, honey." She walks to the bathroom, not bothering to cover anything up. 

And his eyes trail lazily after her. When the shower starts, he steps out of bed, shrugs into his bathrobe, and stands on the balcony. 

With the moment over and a cigarette no longer between his fingers, his emotions and nerve-endings come alive. Everything hurts. The sun has collapsed, consuming him whole. 

And he only has himself to blame. 

As he drowns in the sparkling cityscape doused in twilight, he realizes that his greatest fear has been realized. His cataclysm has begun.