I caught @LgeJuyeon stealing sips from my coffee, lips grazing the rim, and I swear it tasted sweeter simply because it passed through his smile first.
I swirl the amber like it owes me answers. It doesn’t. It only stares back, golden-eyed and cruel, whispering something about time: how it runs, how it burns, how it always leaves you tasting the smoke long after the fire’s gone.