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PHONING... 𓂃 ࣪˖ 36 flavors!

“It's summer and I'm stuck in an ice box with a guy who won't even look at me.” “I look at you a LOT so one of us gotta be lying.”

Taking up a summer job on the boardwalk at an ice cream shop, you’re most excited about the multitude of flavors to try. Oh— and your cute co-worker who you seem to fall for more and more every shift.

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[🧊] kim jongseob / afab! reader [WIP]

genre. fluff , comedy , written , friends to lovers

warnings : cursing

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TEASER.

+ Flavors.

001. strawberry with… gummy bears?

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36 FLAVORS! ⭒ TEASER

Looking down at the fruit sorbet that was once frozen solid, it’s seemed to have become a melted mess in its’ shell. Depending on how you spun the orange, it could have looked like a heart. Unfortunately, that didn’t make it seem anymore appetizing.

In all of our lifetimes: there is always a before and after. You’ll experience the before, the between and the after.

Those days before now look beautiful to you: when every light is on in stark contrast to the blacked out street. While the shades are up, music playing to quiet the summer rain outside— you’ll close your eyes and hope to feel it all over again.

It’ll be those bright days when you can smell the salt of the sea in the air as you walked into that shop, wanting nothing more than you already had.

Even the harsh smell of cleaning products couldn’t distract you from the chirp of the bell and the way your breath was stolen from you for a moment as you made eye contact with him.

Wouldn’t it be ridiculous to fall for someone so quickly?

There was something about life by the sea that was seen as the idyllic life. The feeling of scorching sand between your toes or the whispers of the ocean in a seashell.

Maybe there was something simply beautiful about lounging around in bed all day in your pajamas petting animals, eating out of cereal boxes.

It feels much brighter on the outside of those four walls, though. Because life looks beautiful to you with his head thrown back, easy laughter spilling from his mouth. Your hands linked with a boy solely devoted to your happiness— his eyes on your lips and the messy residue of ice cream shared on your faces.

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