another day of the eleven together had gone by, the hwang boy plopping himself onto his mattress. his bones' cracking filled the rather quiet room, sending a feeling of relief through his body.

intak opened his eyes, desperate for the girl's image to leave his mind.

he wasn't complaining- he'd look at ella all day if he could, but he couldn't.

he knew he couldn't.

at this point, he knew he wasn't just avoiding the dare he'd promised himself he wouldn't lose-

even if he did,

he'd just refuse to admit it.

.... publically, at least.

when'd it get to this point, him even thinking of admitting he was head over heels for his bestest friend?

was it the day they were laying together, his fingers running through her soft hair, throaty laughter escaping as he listened to her exaggerated version of her wrestling match against the sulky, sitting-in-the-corner jiung?

was it the day they'd all gone out to their café, when she stepped up to the cashier and ordered their drinks, despite having never done it before?

was it the day he couldn't rip his eyes off her flawless face as she was applying the bubbly face mask to his?

or the day he'd walked in to her cooking dinner with his mom, looking as perfect as ever with her adorable, sage green apron wrapped around her waist- despite having seen this countless times, since the eleven always swapped who helped moms with what?

what was it that pulled him in?

the stars in her eyes that never left, even if she was crying? the orbs of countless specks of colours, so intriguing he was scared to blink, convincing himself the sight would disappear if he did?

the way she always perfectly molded to fit with him, no matter what they were doing?

the way she spoke- her voice as smooth as butter, the kind of voice the ear follows up and down, left and right, as if each word she spoke was an arrangement of notes that'd never be played again.

or, was it everything?

everything about her, he'd always found so perfect. despite his feelings having always been labeled as strictly platonic, ones that'd never change, no matter what.

ella was the embodiment of the word for intak. everything beautiful of the world would remind him of the girl-

his eyes ripped open, not having realized he'd closed them. he shot up, breathless.

surely those thoughts were mere figments of his imagination, right?

he couldn't be losing the deal so early on,

right?

( 结束 )
+ ooo spicy