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enkannerligen) wrote2012-07-14 05:16 pm
enkannerligen) wrote2012-07-14 05:16 pm
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i know it's freezing but we have to walk. pg. yoona/seohyun.
title: i know it's freezing but we have to walk
rating: pg
pairing: yoona/seohyun
summary: you watch the clock, i should have been home hours ago
word count: 667 words
notes: heavily influenced/inspired by kate bush's song "watching you without me".
rating: pg
pairing: yoona/seohyun
summary: you watch the clock, i should have been home hours ago
word count: 667 words
notes: heavily influenced/inspired by kate bush's song "watching you without me".
The high apartment buildings tower up into the sky. When it’s dark out, Yoona has noticed that you can’t really see the top of them against the deep nothing of the night. She sits on her balcony with a pack of cigarettes some nights, smoking and filled with that feeling of non-existence she encounters whenever she realises that even with how hard she might be working toward her goals they are still so far away and then, then the idea itself of ever reaching them turns into too much and she knows that if she just smokes one more cigarette, finishes off the package, she can close her eyes and mind until she’s herself again.
When dawn is about to break she walks inside and locks the glass door behind her, puts on the converse she stole from Joohyun that had gotten them from someone, perhaps Yonghwa, two or three summers ago. The shoes had once been black, but not so much any more. A shade of grey or several, the lightest where the fabric almost had been worn though and nearly didn’t exist. Then she walks outside, the light in hours so early bleak and cold and it shapes the world into something completely unlike what the world is at night yet nothing like what the world is at day. Those are the times when she slips through time, as if it doesn’t exist — or as if she doesn’t exist on the same level as it.
Joohyun lives in an apartment on the ground floor in one of the houses down the road, and Yoona sits on the bench across the door while waiting for Joohyun to show up. She knows the younger girl’s routines. Goes to work, early, to be able to go to school after but still early, to go home to cook for herself and the boyfriend, early. Yoona knows the younger girl’s routines because she’s part of them. Being part of them and having these few minutes at dawn in a cold morning-light world when Joohyun has no make-up on and never is in a hurry to get to her job, because she always leaves earlier than she has to... that is the only part of Joohyun that is hers, completely.
Yoona twiddles with the lighter, considers pulling out another cigarette -- the last one -- when she sees the shadow move inside, sees Joohyun’s form unlock the front door and slip out. Joohyun hates that she smokes, hates anything unhealthy and is so disapproving when things don’t work as she thinks they should. Joohyun hates most of what Yoona is these days, that she isn’t still the girl Joohyun knew when she was growing up and always could cling to in any way.
‘Hey,’ Yoona says when Joohyun finally stands right before her. She smiles and almost as a reflection, the corners of Joohyun’s mouth turns up.
‘Good morning,’ Joohyun answers. She always does. Yoona gets up from the bench, pushes her hands into the pockets on the front of her sweatshirt. It’s cold out and colder still when the breeze picks up, the sunlight devoid of warm even as it shines brightly behind but not through the fog. They walk side by side, slowly.
Making their way down the street, none of them attempts to strike a conversation, but Yoona lets her hand fall from her pocket and lightly take hold of Joohyun’s. Joohyun lets her, hand soft and warm in Yoona’s hold, and that prickling sensation began in her fingertips.
When they reach the main road Yoona always heads back home, but not before pressing her lips against Joohyun’s. She knows her lips are like her hands, slightly cold and slightly chapped, yet Joohyun never looks like she minds much and never complains. When Yoona pulls back, lets go of Joohyun’s hand that minute before the bus arrives, Joohyun always smiles and Yoona is sure that it’s the only thing that’s real in the world those times.
When dawn is about to break she walks inside and locks the glass door behind her, puts on the converse she stole from Joohyun that had gotten them from someone, perhaps Yonghwa, two or three summers ago. The shoes had once been black, but not so much any more. A shade of grey or several, the lightest where the fabric almost had been worn though and nearly didn’t exist. Then she walks outside, the light in hours so early bleak and cold and it shapes the world into something completely unlike what the world is at night yet nothing like what the world is at day. Those are the times when she slips through time, as if it doesn’t exist — or as if she doesn’t exist on the same level as it.
Joohyun lives in an apartment on the ground floor in one of the houses down the road, and Yoona sits on the bench across the door while waiting for Joohyun to show up. She knows the younger girl’s routines. Goes to work, early, to be able to go to school after but still early, to go home to cook for herself and the boyfriend, early. Yoona knows the younger girl’s routines because she’s part of them. Being part of them and having these few minutes at dawn in a cold morning-light world when Joohyun has no make-up on and never is in a hurry to get to her job, because she always leaves earlier than she has to... that is the only part of Joohyun that is hers, completely.
Yoona twiddles with the lighter, considers pulling out another cigarette -- the last one -- when she sees the shadow move inside, sees Joohyun’s form unlock the front door and slip out. Joohyun hates that she smokes, hates anything unhealthy and is so disapproving when things don’t work as she thinks they should. Joohyun hates most of what Yoona is these days, that she isn’t still the girl Joohyun knew when she was growing up and always could cling to in any way.
‘Hey,’ Yoona says when Joohyun finally stands right before her. She smiles and almost as a reflection, the corners of Joohyun’s mouth turns up.
‘Good morning,’ Joohyun answers. She always does. Yoona gets up from the bench, pushes her hands into the pockets on the front of her sweatshirt. It’s cold out and colder still when the breeze picks up, the sunlight devoid of warm even as it shines brightly behind but not through the fog. They walk side by side, slowly.
Making their way down the street, none of them attempts to strike a conversation, but Yoona lets her hand fall from her pocket and lightly take hold of Joohyun’s. Joohyun lets her, hand soft and warm in Yoona’s hold, and that prickling sensation began in her fingertips.
When they reach the main road Yoona always heads back home, but not before pressing her lips against Joohyun’s. She knows her lips are like her hands, slightly cold and slightly chapped, yet Joohyun never looks like she minds much and never complains. When Yoona pulls back, lets go of Joohyun’s hand that minute before the bus arrives, Joohyun always smiles and Yoona is sure that it’s the only thing that’s real in the world those times.