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the clock struck 2:00
aeri's eyes were lazy, unwavering from the cockroach that crawled aimlessly across her dark floor. it clambered and struggled, climbing over the objects on the floor with its spiny legs. it ventured over the empty glass jar, a few stray paper stars scattered on the floor.
the mighty chimes of the clock signalled the peak of my shift and the familiar beams that sewn itself into the dim room. the candles flickered dangerously, her lips curled blankly.
her finger fell made its way to the monitor, her thumb pressing it down as the blinking red lights blended with the silver of my lantern
footsteps echoed down the hallway for her bedroom door to swing open aggressively. her eyes flickered to the figure's, a reflection of a single flame wavering in her dark irises
"i've skipped three competitions aeri, please not now" he held his familiar duffel bag under his grip, his eyes pleading with hers
"come eat food with me" her finger was still
on the vigorously shining monitor
"i have an important race today come on" he didn't look convinced
her finger left the monitor, hand reaching to grab the quilt pen sitting comfortably on its stand
"don't threaten me with that god damned pen" he pointed a warning finger at her. her actions were becoming predictable, even aeri was caught off guard sometimes.
"listen, chenle isn't here to fill in for me today so please just let me go to my competition" he gripped the door framed, containing his irritation.
"do you want to lose your job?" she had too many things to threaten him with, so it was easy to sway him. he was fragile, and she was testing how thick his skin really was
"you're not going to fire me" jisung was getting impatient, watching the clock tick by in aggravating seconds. she rose her eyebrow, standing up wordlessly and taking the sheet of paper on her shelf. both of them knew what the paper was
"i needed a refill of star paper anyways" her finger grazed the top, scraping the edge in motion of ripping. she waited for his reaction, which came soon enough.
jisung dropped his bag "ok...ok, i'll eat with you"
"there's a good boy" she took the paper, and placed it back on the shelf. defeated, the boy stowed his bag away in the corner of her room, and came to sit on the floor with her, bathing in the midnight skies.
"make this quick" he checked his watch, then proceeding to pull out his phone to notify jeno.
"Number 8 is on again today" she opened her cupboard, sliding out two packets of ramen.
"if that's the reason why i shouldn't go, then sorry to break it to you, but i'm not scared of your brother" he glanced at the time again "ok i'm going, goodnight"
in that very instant, she slammed the kettle down. as always, jisung flinched, immediately shrinking back into his seat. at this point he shouldn't be controlled by her anymore, but it was just an instinct.
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death's wish | park jisung √
Fanfiction"birthday candles never meant anything to me. a single flame could never buy me the world and a wish is wasted upon the tongues of sinners. stars never was enough to brighten my path and the moon was never up long enough for me to go to sleep. i wou...
