and I'll finish this later since the clock's about to strike 1

of plain speeches and metaphors

In which Kise thought that sixty seconds was all he needed for the story

pairing: young adult!kise x young adult!reader

genre: fluff??? some angst?? how do you even classify this

words: 1150

note: another song fic lol this time inspired by 60 seconds by kim sunggyu aye aye hi it’s been a while guys i wrote this last night and yeah i think this doesn’t have a definite plot man even i am confused about this thing ahaha sad af

The first time Kise Ryouta saw you was during his day off. It was unexpected, really. He was just having a stroll around an empty street in the metro, looking for a café where he could kill some time before going back to reality, a.k.a. facing his busy schedule as a college student slash model slash athlete. He actually thought that things would go smoothly for that day. No media, no fangirls, no anything.

But then again, he saw you. His honey-gold irises met yours for a second or two.

And he fell.


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