✧ ̊ · .𖥔 ݁ ˖ Sweet Decay.

જ⁀➴°⋆ “Maybe it was the way his eyes never matched his smile.” 🍓

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The night smelled like sugar and champagne.
The cake shimmered under warm lights —
white frosting smooth as porcelain,
a fragile crown of strawberries trembling whenever someone laughed.

And then there was Sunghoon.

He stood by the table, knife in hand,
cutting each slice with dancer-like precision.
Every tilt of his wrist felt rehearsed,
every smile too still — like glass catching light.

Maybe it was the way his eyes never matched his smile.
Maybe it was the silence between the music skips.

When the song faltered, so did he.
The knife froze mid-air.
And when his gaze met mine — steady, polite, almost tender —
the air turned thick and wrong,
like sugar melting into something you shouldn’t taste.

I told myself it was nothing.
Just instinct. Just sweetness.

Until the first scream.

Suddenly, everyone was running, crying, screaming.

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⤷ You were originally supposed to eat cake here.. Lol

꒰ 🍓 ִֶָ♡ ꒱ Pretty things shouldn’t bleed, but sometimes they do.