butterflies in my stomach
( park jihoon x bae jinyoung )
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The atmosphere in a famous dessert shop in the heart of the city is bustling with the chatter of people who have come to take temporary warmth from the heaters inside. The aroma of freshly baked cookies and bread makes the customers lined up feel quite relaxed. More than the sound of a ballad that makes you feel warm in the snow in December like this.
The owner of the group, a brunette in a dark green coat, stood looking at the cupcakes decorated with animals in the glass display case. He couldn't remember the last time he had been in a store like this. But when, just today, do you want to try walking and thinking about things after separating from that one year younger person?
That cat face...
Dark eyes stared straight at the cream-colored cupcake decorated with patterns that turned into the face of a fluffy, fanged four-legged animal. He confessed frankly that the image reflected in his head was not Cupcake. Cake or sweet taste when you taste it even a little.
“Uncle Jihoon.”
A soft call from the younger person caught the attention of the owner of the lap he was using as a shelter, much like a pillow, so he could easily turn his head down and meet his eyes.
"Yes, what do we say?"
“I feel like butterflies are flying in my stomach. What is this?”
“Where else did you read that?”
“A friend of mine sent this to ask if it was a song lyrics that the teacher used to play in class.”
“Um... I just know that it's a symptom when talking to people you like. It will flutter a little and make my heart race.”
“Does it mean time to be nearby?”
“Yes, probably about that.”
“Amazing, compare your heartbeat to the wings of a butterfly.”
The voice repeated with interest from the curious child, without any other effort, drew a smile from the older man. A thick hand raised his hand to caress the black hair of the person lying on his lap with such affection that it was messy. Not in shape
“Play with my hair until it's all so handsome,” Small Mouth murmured, but he didn't move his body at all from the pair of dark eyes looking straight down.
"Is that right? But it's good to come close to my hand. It's fun."
Because no matter what time... Bae Jinyoung in front of this person
It's still always cute.
The sound of a bell ringing from the front door brought back the consciousness of those who were in a trance. Their faces regained shape and they turned to look at the wooden clock on the shop wall that chimed precisely at 8:00 p.m.
Jihoon walked out of the bakery and felt the coldness of the snow at the end of the year, walking past bookstores and general grocery stores until he was in front of a high-rise condominium that was for people who don't like to live alone. A room like his was only for resting at night and waking up in the morning.
The door opened and the room's lights flickered, revealing a familiar atmosphere. The brown-haired owner took off his coat and hung it on a hook on the clean white wall before picking up the remote on the coffee table to press. Play songs in random tracks
How does it feel
To know you're everything I need
The butterflies in my stomach
They could bring me to my knees
Long legs draped over the wide sofa in the middle of the room, eyes staring at the empty ceiling. Luckily, his favorite song of the moment came on. Being immersed in your favorite song was a time to think. Instead, I relaxed and felt at ease.
How does it feel
To know you're everything I want
I've got a hard time saying this
So I'll sing it in a song
crackling
The phone vibrates in his pocket, warning that the owner has received a new message. Jihoon picks it up and enters the screen unlock code before pressing on the bright yellow icon of a popular chat application.
baejy :
Have you reached the condo yet?
jh :
arrived
I've come up to the room.
But why did you just ask?
His eyebrows had slightly raised in curiosity for nearly four hours after he dropped his junior over a year younger in front of his house, which even if one person walked through the snow and admired the night sky with concentration, it wouldn't work. It should take such a long time.
baejy :
I like to go for a walk here.
jh :
How do you know?
baejy :
We already know, we're good at it.
A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. The owner of the white living room shook his head gently at the phone screen and the cuteness of his interlocutor.
baejy :
Hey, we have something to see.
jh :
What should I show you?
baejy : sent a photo
Selfie?
cat… ?
*photo saved*
baejy :
It's quiet.
Press save until the screen freezes?
jh :
Who's going to save it?
Cat filter?
baejy :
yes
I like to tell you that we're like cats.
jh :
It's cute.
baejy :
Do you feel like butterflies are fluttering around in your stomach?
jh :
Now I wonder how smart I am.
baejy :
But we feel
afternoon
When I slept in my lap
The fingers that were typing a reply stopped dead in their tracks, not expecting to be hit by such cuteness twice in a row like this.
Because it's just one picture.
He felt that Tonight, I'm probably so busy just staring that I won't be able to sleep and rest my eyes.
So cute...
baejy :
I'm sleepy already.
Will you come pick us up tomorrow?
jh :
Go at the same time.
I'll buy you breakfast.
baejy :
Please buy me something too.
Or you can go out to eat together.
jh :
So I'll take you to stop by and get something to eat first.
baejy :
okay
My eyes are about to close.
We're asleep.
jh :
All right, let's talk.
We can rest quickly.
sweet dreams
cat face
baejy :
Oh, sweet dreams.
See you tomorrow
jh :
Yes, see you tomorrow :-)
-FIN-
music :
The Spill Canvas - so much
It all came from Jinyoung's selfie in the cafe.
Can't even tweet a picture, let's put it in
os
Let's go together.
It's heartbreaking. He can't stand this cuteness.
The issue of the story not showing up in the novel reading app has been fixed.