chinky eyed

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Happy Valentine’s Day Everyone!

V-Day sushi date with my baby at our favorite lowkey sushi bar. (I’m kinda salty that Aaron can eat sushi but I can’t lol stir-fry for me only) But I’m really looking forward to bringing our baby boy into this world. He’ll be 50% you, 50% me and nothing makes me more happier than that. We’re about to go from arguing about who had the blunt last, to arguing about whose turn it is to change the baby’s diaper lmao. I’ve loved you ever since Junior High, my favorite chinky eyed boy for life. ❤️
Rose

I don’t know how it all happened but it all started when I was born. My family said that everyone receives a specific locket, and within that locket is a flower. Fresh and vibrant. And in that flower, it helps you find your soulmate. But it sucks that there’s a huge possibility that it’s on the other side of the world.

I examined my flower, a vibrant red, sometimes fading into white and another rainbow of colours, but today, it turned into a shade of blood red. It’s impeccably impossible to find my soulmate since the flower was purely common to everyone. And rose, it grew with the family since each and everyone in my family also owned a rose, with a different shade of colour.

They said that if you find your soulmate, it would brighten up and change into another colour, and with that, I didn’t believe, but it happened to my cousin and I saw it with my own eyes.

But it’s so weird that when it changed into a pastel orange, it happened in the spark of an eye contact, like they knew each other in a very long time but saw each other for the very first time. I wonder when I’ll meet mine, but with a flower so common, I think it will take a longer time to be fulfilled.

I examined the flower once again, it turned into a nude color. Maybe it meant something I thought, but shook it away immediately knowing that all my hopes would just be wasted with a false truth. Sighing, I hid the rose emblem inside my shirt and went out the room.

“Rosie, it’s time!” I yelled in the hallways. Rosie, my cousin, appeared out of nowhere and ran down the doors. “Quick! I want to get the front row.” She shushed me, opening the front door and running to the car. Shaking my head, I went down the stairs, took the car keys and locked the door behind me.

I saw Rosie jump wildly in the passenger seat, which made me chuckle under my breath. “You know, it’s just a band…” I told her, getting in the car and putting the key in the ignition, the car roaring to life. “I know! I just think that maybe one of them, by chance, would be my soulmate.” She told me, pulling out her emblem and looking at the rose pink colour of the chrysanthemum.

“One day, cousin. One day.” I told her, taking the car away from the driveway and to our destination.

“At least we got the front row, couz.” I concluded, playing my nails as we patiently waited in the front row seat of the sound check. I smiled, feeling content of what we got. “Yeah, I know.” She remarked, jumping up and down in her seat. “God, can you calm down more?”
“No, I can’t.”
“Why?”
“Because they’re here, we’re here, we got front seats and we’ll get a clear view of them while they perform.” She told me in one round of breath, and she didn’t even break a sweat.

“You’re crazy.” I told her, playfully punching her shoulder. “I am.” She laughed loudly. It wasn’t in a few minutes when four insanely tall boys came out from behind the curtains. “Hello everybody!” Luke, I think, the tall blonde guy with the black lip ring waved enthusiastically. They all synchronizingly sat on the edge of the stage, their legs hanging off and dangling sideways.

It’s good to have a few lessons to know who they are. Got them from Rosie since I’m going to be the one ‘babysitting’ her for the event. So summing it up— they’re Five Seconds of Summer, Australian band and are only four in the group. The tall, blonde quaffed hair with the black lip ring, as what I said, is Luke Hemmings. The shaggy haired, dirty blonde boy with a sunshine smile is Ashton Irwin, also known as the oldest and as what Rosie says “The daddy of the band”. The red washed hair with overly envious red luscious lips (yes, I said luscious because maybe I’d like to kiss them) is Michael Clifford, the gamer-lead guitarist of the band. And last but not the least, the slightly chinky eyed, chubby cheeks cutie, Calum Hood.

Good enough for someone who’s a bit curious to know who’s she going to see for the night. I mean, it would be terribly embarrassing to go to a concert with the an artist you don’t know and just simply attend to hear one of their famous song play. Critical.

“So, are you all ready for some sound check?” Ashton chirpily asked, the small crowd clapping and screaming, which he laughed out.
“Okay, let’s hit it boys.” Calum said in a very low voice. The backstage personnel began to go to them, handing Michael and Luke an acoustic guitar, Ashton with his beatbox and Calum having nothing, but he just smiled weirdly and it made every girl laugh out loud, including me.

They played three songs, a little bit familiar because of Rosie’s lesson. They played Beside you, which is my personal favourite, Amnesia and What I Like About You, and they were amazing. I was awestruck in between every song, even if it was acoustic, their voices were pure talent. Plus with their instruments, a classic band to listen to.

After the small gig, they began to make contact with the fans, asking them for questions. “Okay, settle down everyone.” Luke said in a low, announcer voice.
“Shut up, Luke.” Michael said, grinning over the crowd cheekily.
“Anyways, we have a lot of time left.” Ashton said, opening his arms widely, as if welcoming us. “So, let’s do the hot seat.”
“And here it goes,” Calum commented, making the crowd rumble in small laughter.

A bunch of girls raised their hands all at the same time. They didn’t know who to choose but Luke spoke up abruptly. “You there, with a black tie dye, of what seems like my smiley shirt.” The girl stood up, cheeks flushed as he complimented her. “News flash, it was mine, you just borrowed it.” Calum said, instinctively playing his bass for a little groove. “Shut up, Calum.”
“Love you too, bro.” He replied, winking to his way.

The girl prepared, her hands nervously playing with her bands. “This is going to be a first, hard question to answer, I think.” Michael joked, in which the girl nodded and the crowd stayed silent, waiting for her to speak.

Finally, the girl spoke. “Since in this world, we have the soulmate system, I hope you wouldn’t mind sharing us your flowers…” She requested, a bit hesitantly. But she stood tall. Looking back to the boys, all their brows are raised, probably surprised but at the same time giving a soft smile to her. The boys, looking at each other for a group decision nodded at the same time and pulled out their pendants.

And one by one, they described it. Ashton was first, since he’s the very talkative. “Well mine, it’s a reddish Carnation.” He told softly, admiring his designated flora.
“Mine is a very bright yellow Sunflower.” Luke proudly said, the colour radiating his mood, in which he was happy. Michael spoke next raising his pendant confidently up to the crowd for all to see. “Well, I’m happy that mine is a purplish-blue Forget-me-not!” He chirped, in which the crowd smiled and awed.

Last but not least, Calum took out his pendant from his neck, wrapped the chain around his fist and looked at the pendant like it was his life.
“Mine is a simple red rose that’s changing into a white one… Just right, now.” He said, confused. I tilted my head to the side, hearing his kind. I nervously pulled out my pendant to see my red rose turn to the same shade of white.

I heard gasps around me, seeing Rosie cover her mouth. “Calum!” She shouted, standing up from her seat. Calum turned his head to our direction, his eyes seeming to be a bit frail. “My cousin has the same flower and the same color as yours.” She whispered, as everyone gasped on the sudden discovery. She pointed at me, in which Calum looked directly straight to my eyes. I didn’t know what to do. My eyes landed on his, creating some sort of vision of a future which seemed to blur my mind, and I think he felt it too.

The other three boys were awed, watching the scene in front of us, with the crowd doing the same. I stood quietly, quickly fixing myself up. I broke our eye contact, looking at somewhere else and excused myself from them. “I’m just gonna go to the bathroom.” I hurriedly went through every row and raced to the bathroom, the halls silent with my footsteps sounding through the walls.

I stopped, putting my hand on my forehead, not believing what’s happening. Damn, could he be my soulmate? I asked myself, but as I started to walk to the bathroom, rushed footsteps and a hand groped my wrist, forcefully turning me to look at him. Calum fucking Hood is not my soulmate, that’s impossible.


“Could I please, just for a quick second, look at your pendant?” He begged, his eyes pleading for a bit of mercy. He seemed a little eager to know the truth. So giving him the chance, I removed the pendant around my neck and placed it delicately in his hands, together with his pendant. Both were white. White as snow. But as the glass clinked with each other, the roses changed into a new color— it turned into a red rose with tips coloured with white. It was beautiful.

I gasped, the fantasies and stories I thought that will never happen, unfold in front of my eyes. Looking away from the flowers, I looked back at Calum, only to see him stare at me, fawning to watch my reaction. Still in shock, I awkwardly laughed, not knowing what else to do, but he laughed with me.
“What does this mean then?” He asked, as he crept closer to my figure.
“Well, it means we’re soul mates…?” I stated, sounding more like a question.

“Well, if it’s going to be in that way…” He trailed off. He coughed up, fixing his posture and appearance. He put out his hand to shake and smiled at me widely. “I’m Calum Hood, bass player and vocals of a shitty band. And pure Aussie and Kiwi.” He introduced, biting his lip in slight shakiness.

Grinning back, I took his hand and shook it affirmatively. “I’m Y/N Y/L/N, normal girl, not a bit of a fan of you but I might be one after a few dates and free food.” I jokingly said in which he chuckled and grinned. I opened my mouth to say something but closed it again. He looked at me adoringly, his hands slowly wrapping around my waist.

“Well, Y/N, I think we need to find out if we truly are the soul mates, and hoping, maybe to be the best one after my other band mates have theirs.” He half-joked. I nodded at him, giggling like a school girl. He pulled me closer to his body and leaned his head closely to mine. He looked at me reassuringly, in which I nodded solemnly and closed the gap. I clasped my lips with his. Our bodies on fire and our souls a little bit lifted up with a purer spirit.

Our lips moved perfectly, his lips unavailingly soft and warm as of mine were chapped and cold. I took hold of his cheek, maintaining the right amount of distance and a bit of affectionate care. Running out of air, we both pulled away. We smiled like idiots and intertwined our fingers. A few seconds of peace, he spoke in spiteful rush.

“Well, we really need to start our future earlier than I thought.”

They say, you just have to patiently wait for someone or for the right one to come on the right time. Fine. I’ll be satisfied being human—limited and clueless. Who knows the beginning or end?

But I just wonder…

Where in the world are you right now? Have we met? Are you one of the close people in my life? or are you that stranger i bumped in to the last time i was in the mall? Where are you? I’m not often after the face but are you chinky-eyed? Got many more questions to ask but the thing is, I still dont know you my man. And I am compelled to completely trust and commit my heart to the Omniscient one. But I have this against you: It’s painful and a HARD DISCIPLINE to wait around, you know!? There are uprisings of TEMPTATION, loneliness, fear and confusion, mistaking that there’s no one out there who’s destined for me. Sorry for disappointing you. For taking things lightly. Forgive my weaknesses. Now I am too guilty of all of these, results of the FLESH and my OLD NATURE. But whatever it is, or how long it will take, i will be here patiently waiting. And i hope you understand that i want to take things slow. Maybe, the right time will come for the two of us to meet, and i hope when that day comes we’re both prepared and matured enough to handle things.

I hope i’m worth all the effort in the end but i am afraid that maybe i’m not. But i know, the first time i’ll see you, i’ll look closely into your eyes and whisper “i’ll marry this man and spend the rest of my life with him” Forgive me for being so mushy and sweet. I’m clingy and easily get jealous but please don’t misconstrue it as me tying you down, that’s just me and i am just being true to myself and i will never deny that. I’m insecure, and it’s not because of you, When I say something a little negative about myself, it’s not a cry for attention nor is it me wanting you to disagree with me, It’s me just being me and you have to deal with that, i guess. I’ll possess many faults, i have a lot of mistakes in life, i have my flaws and scars. I am not perfect and definitely not your dream girl. But don’t you worry, that will never make me love you less. I assure you, i will love you with all my heart. I’ll love you more than I love myself and I know that isn’t too great but that’s just how I am. Because the moment i give my heart to the one i love, i am making sure i’ll love them as a whole not just because of the good things they posses.

If you’re still reading this letter, i am just wondering where are you now? Are you on the couch, feeling comfortable reading this letter or are you lying in your bed while thinking if this letter is for you. Just wondering, if you felt that, when your heart skip a beat the moment you read this letter. But don’t you worry, i am not imagining how do you look, i might creep you out. But wherever you are right now or whatever you’re doing, i want you to know that i am thinking of you and i hope you had your meal already and always remember that, i am praying for you, always.

So please my man, always take care of yourself while i’m not there yet to take care of you and don’t you worry about me, i am always taking care of myself for you cause i know we still have a lot of plans to do when we met. You still have to marry me right? But for now, wherever you are, whoever you are my man, just to let you know, i am patiently waiting for you.

—  a letter to my future lover // JC

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