myungyeol; "ten second fic writing" edit - anonymous request.
Sungyeol drummed his fingers one by one, tongue clicking against the ripples at the top of his mouth. He could feel the tension bored into him from across the room. That splitting stare. The voice suddenly spoke, disturbing him from his thoughts. Before a not so subtle sound scraped across the wooden flooring, then the sound of footsteps approaching. The hairs on his neck soldiered, heat tingling in the pits of his bowels as he felt the warm breath against his ear.
“You and I have history, or don’t you… remember?”
Sungyeol turned around to see a familiar face. Myungsoo let out a chuckle. “Rumour has it, you don’t.”