Behind Of We Go Up

behind of we go up

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[10:27 pm]

stargazing is like spending time with jisung—the longer you do it, the more you see that you didn’t notice before.

“how many of them do you think are up there?” jisung asks, staring at the open sky.

you scoff. “at least twenty.”

“hey, i’m being serious.”

the playground is bare except for the two of you, sitting on the swings with heads craned towards the sky. you weren’t sure why, but you always found yourself coming back here, to the meeting place jisung had chosen in first grade. or rather, the spot by the swingset where he’d sent a cherry ball flying into the side of your head and begged for your forgiveness.

you like to tease him about it every once in a while.

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[11:25 pm]

you know, you know. you should have thought about this sooner. you’re on a last-minute search for apple cider, an errand that has you dragging boyfriend!jaemin along with you to an outdoor mall. the two of you ended up getting somewhat distracted by some shiny things in the shop windows, and you’re slowly but surely running out of time before midnight.

still, you’re with jaemin, and even if you both get too sidetracked to remember the time, at least you’ll be spending new year’s with him.

“can you feel my heart beating for you?” he asks, pulling you to his chest.

there’s a sound as the fabric of your jacket comes in contact with his, and you scrunch up your nose. “nope. not underneath your two hundred layers.”

“hey!” jaemin pouts and lets go of you. “i’m not wearing two hundred layers!”

“sure looks like it, though.” you glance over his red windbreaker, which is even more puffed out from the scarf around his neck. “i can’t believe i have a giant red marshmallow for a boyfriend.”

“shut up, i was just trying to be romantic.”

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pink fairy tyong ♡

[10:27 pm]

stargazing is like spending time with jisung—the longer you do it, the more you see that you didn’t notice before.

“how many of them do you think are up there?” jisung asks, staring at the open sky.

you scoff. “at least twenty.”

“hey, i’m being serious.”

the playground is bare except for the two of you, sitting on the swings with heads craned towards the sky. you weren’t sure why, but you always found yourself coming back here, to the meeting place jisung had chosen in first grade. or rather, the spot by the swingset where he’d sent a cherry ball flying into the side of your head and begged for your forgiveness.

you like to tease him about it every once in a while.

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