* / THIS FEELS TOO GOOD TO LET GO !
now playing ... deathwish by stand atlantic !
𝐢. THE FIRST TIME sunmi almost kissed jiaolong, she had been eighteen years old and he had just saved her from nearly getting run over by a semi. the camera crew of sbs' roommates were just feet away capturing the wholesome moment between the cyno member and former luv member, but all she could focus on was the feeling of his chest pressed against her back, his arms keeping her between him and the entry of the alleyway, safe from the truck , and the way her heart was hammering away in her chest.
she'd been teasing him not two minutes ago, something about his height just to get on his nerves ( as she usually did ) and he had playing it up for cameras for a moment before jiaolong had spotted the semi always more spacially aware than her speeding towards them. the world had slowed as her grabbed her by her oversized hoodies and pulled her towards him, the former idol becoming increasingly aware of how close she was to her long time friend as her heart crawled up into her throat.
she could remember looking up to glance a him, only to find him already looking at her. the way her cheeks had heated up was immediate, as was the way her eyes had briefly landed on his plush lips, an intrusive curiousity about how his lips would feel against hers worming it's way into her brain. but it was gone as quickly as it came, the presence of the cameras suddenly weighing a tonne. jiaolong, not noticing her sudden change in demeanor, would then go on to teasingly ( but gently ! ) shove her away from her like nothing had happened before carrying on with their mission.
she must have a death wish of some kind ... how annoying.
now playing ... life was easier when i only cared about me by bad suns !
𝐢𝐢. THE SMELL OF POLLEN and the appearance of a bouquet of beautiful, blooming bleeding hearts, cherry blossoms and water lillies ( her three favourite flowers ever how had he known ? ) outstretched towards her had been the cause of the second almost kiss on her behalf. the backstage area of all stars was in chaos, families running around either to congratulate the winners ( her future group mates ... her guilt about what had happened to luv still made that thought weigh heavily on her slim shoulders ) or comfort those who hadn't passed the final round her own parents were no where to be seen, but she hadn't expected them to show up to congrulate her on making it. they had never cared about her unless she was giving them her hard earned money, anyways but the last thing she had expected was for jiaolong to show up instead, and with a bouquet of her favourite flowers to boot.
her throat had closed up at the sight before her, the intrusive realisation of maybe she didn't have to always be alone arriving quickly at his appearance maybe she really did want someone there to tell her she had worked hard, that she had done a good job. exhaling shakily, small hands extending to take the bouquet from her as the realisation that she was finally redebuting hit her, the weight settling between her shoulder blades and resting against her sore neck; she would bring the bouquet towards her, hugging it gently against her aching chest and burying her nose in the petals as jiaolong voiced his pride fresh tears pricking against her already swollen eyes at his words.
looking back up at him, the way he was looking at her, with pride all but dripping from his honey eyes, she was struck with yet another realisation; that jiaolong had been there for her through everything. he had been there when luv had been forced to disband, he had been there her parents had shown up, demanding money a mere week after said disbandment, and he had been there when she finally snapped and screamed at them until they ran from the prism building and never came back. he had been through everything, and he had taken her teasing and sarcastic comments in his stride all because he cared for her.
he had always cared for her so openly that it made her chest physically ache. she didn't deserve his kindness in the slightest and yet he was still here, congratulating her for her hard work and singing praises like she deserved them. her heart ached with something new, and unfamiliar as she watched him she didn't know if it was love, but the sensation was enough to spur her forward so that she could wrap her arms around his wide shoulders. a kiss would have ruined the moment, and a hug felt too intimate but the moment he wrapped his arms around her waist in return as she whispered her gratitude for him being there, she knew he felt like home.
now playing ... pretty please by jackson wang !
𝐢𝐢𝐢. RAUCOUS LAUGHTER FILLS fills the room as sunmi watches with fond eyes as jiaolong spins his mother around, continuing their dance as the song you who sat next to me by gao xiaosong flowed into the air from the old record player that sat in the corner of the room. the brunette, now aged twenty years old, had since gotten used to the way her heart would flutter and clench uncomfortably whenever her best friend looked over at her with those dangerous, honey brown eyes of his, but what she hadn't gotten used to was the way in which his endearing mother ( who had always treated sunmi as her own child ) had stopped referring to sunmi as jiaolong's best friend and had instead taken to asking her when she and her son were planning on getting married.
he absolutely didn't help the situation either, mind you. in fact, jiaolong would smile deviously at her and repeat his mother's question as if to tease her, give her a taste of her own medicine when he knew she was defenceless against his kind mother. sunmi was sure he was blind to the way she would flush a soft red as well, which only made it worse for her.
the soft tones of gao xiaosong would slowly but surely fade into the next song on the record, the wen matriarch pulling her beloved son into a tight hug before she waddled off towards the kitchen to start dinner but not before reaching out to briefly hold sunmi's hand on her way past. too distracted by her thoughts, the idol would fail to notice jiaolong's presence until he fell onto the couch beside her, nudging her knee with his own, causing her too look over at him and god, how she wished she hadn't. the white dress shirt had become dishevelled during his dance with his mother, the three top buttons were undone allowing the tanned skin of his chest and collarbones to peek though, his black hair was pushed away from his face, slightly flushed red and his lips parted slightly, and his legs were clad in black dress pants and ... she suddenly needed to get out of there very, very quickly.
unfortunately for her, any and all escape options went out the window when the man beside her held out a large, calloused hand towards her and her heart jumped into her throat. she could recall staring at him like he'd grown a second head, determined to keep her calm façade and raising an eyebrow, " what ? " she had asked and he had laughed, taking her hand into his own pulling her up alongside him. " dance with me. "
he laughed once more as she rolled her eyes at him, a sound that usually brought sunmi great comfort but, under the current circumstances where she could feel his laughter rumbling against her chest as if it was her own, it only made it harder for her to not kiss him. so instead, as he wrapped muscular arm around her waist, she gripped his forearm, looked up at him and smirked like she was fine, " fine. but don't step on my feet. "
now playing ... soulmate by zico & iu !
𝐢. DECEMBER 25, 2019, a fresh blanket of snow covered the streets of seoul, the same it always did on the anniversary of yeun sunmi's birthday. ice clung desperately to every inch of the newly turned twenty two year old's covered body, silver particles dusting her hair and causing her nose and cheeks to glow an embarrassingly red colour. but if you peered a few inches downwards, you would notice the red colour that accentuated her earth toned eyes had absolutely nothing to do with the cold.
for in her gloved palm sat a crystal known as a rose quartz; the precious stone that represented unconditional love. tears pricked at her eyes, desperate to escape at the heavy meaning this little rock carried within it, and she was so highly aware of the way jiaolong was watching her, patiently waiting for her to say something but how could she ? how could she when he had just essentially given her a rock that served as both a confession and a promise to love her unconditionally. she had always known that he felt the same way about her that she did him to a certain degree, hell, he had practically sung about it any chance he got, but for some reason, the crystal sitting in her hand made it that much more real.
finally, she would look up at him with tears still decorating her waterline, uncertainty clear in her eyes as she glanced between him and the precious stone in her palm, " do ... do you " her voice broke pathetically, but she carried on despite it. " do you know what rose quartz means ? " please say yes, please say yes, her mind begged as she watched him. jiaolong seemed to pause, thinking of his response before he nodded slowly as he shoved his hands into the pockets of his jacket, speaking after the brief moment of silence, " unconditional love, right ? ... also means you can't get rid of me. "
taking a moment to gently pocket the preciouspreciousprecious stone, this time, sunmi wouldn't stop herself from surging forward to finally press her cold lips against his own just as every bit of adoration, admiration, and love she felt for him finally broke through the dam she had built around her heart. pulling away a moment later, the idol wasn't able to stop the gentle sob that escaped her as she ( lightly ! ) hit his chest over and over she didn't deserve him, not even in the slightest, and yet there he was, as always. steadfast and unmoving in his belief and loyalty in her. " you're such an idiot, " she whispered against the chilly december winds, looking up at him once more before she moved to wrap her arms around his reliable shoulders once more. " why would i ever want to get rid of you ? "
now playing ... moonlight by twice !
𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞. IF YOU OPENED into the bottom drawer of sunmi's bedside table though she isn't sure why you would you would surely found a journal that, at first sight, wasn't anything to get excited about, but the inside ? oh, the inside held stories of romance and love that words alone could never even hope to describe.
pressed flowers upon pressed flowers, the dried petals of every single bouquet jiaolong had ever gotten her; starting with the one he gave her after she got into cherie seven years ago to the one he had given to her the other week for no reason other than he loved her. carefully taped in polaroids that ranged in age and quality but always showed the same things; jiaolong on his own or the pair together. as well as every hand written note he had left for her since they had started dating, some longer than others and some short, but each penned word was undoubtedly dipped in tooth rotting levels of sweetness from his pure adoration for her.
so, where was the rose quartz he gifted her, you may ask ? sunmi had the crystal carefully tied to a custom made chain for her phone as to ensure the small but meaningful gemstone could go with her everywhere. it can be spotted in most of her mirror selfies, taking pride of place against her phone and hand, almost as though jiaolong was right there with her ... even ( and especially ) when he can't be there in person.
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