“ i’m way too scared to fall. ”
SOURCE: 007 STATUS: NO LONGER ACCEPTING
“Dont’ be daft, I’m right here! I won’t let you fall. YOU CAN DO IT, YOU CAN DO IT!”Encouragement is delivered in high-pitched cheers that could only be deciphered by dolphins. In the darkness of a winter’s night nothing can compete with the noises she creates (other than the howling winds, and even then they remain pale in comparison). Frozen fingers ghost around the ankle’s of the other and Hyoseong is enamoured by the oddity of the situation. Hyerin, with red splotched cheeks and a fine puff of mist shrouding her face with every laboured breath, hangs clumsily from monkey bars. Surely the bars were icy and would leave a burning sensation against the younger's palm -- and although it had been years since she had acquainted herself with the ancient art of a playground game that was more distress than delight, Hyoseong was more than familiar with the painful sensation -- yet, no sympathy could be sought in her stance. Parks are, funnily enough, a safe haven to the idol. During trainee days, whenever times got tough or discords between the girls arose (the instigators often herself and Hana, whilst Jieun and Sunhwa almost always remained the peace keepers), her short legs would always carry her to a single destination: this park. Even after debut and in betwixt the business of idol life, whenever nightfall and a heavy burden fell upon her she'd retreat; swinging idly or perched up on the top of the monkey bars, the queen of the midnight plaza. It had never occurred to her to show another her little piece of paradise, not until now. What a waste of potential memories brimmed with nothing but melancholy and mirth. Well, never is it too late to change the course of one's choices. Frankly, she hadn't envisioned it to turn out as such; but, anyone who hadn't mastered this art and had the audacity to enter a playground -- well, Hyoseong was having none of that. Perhaps she should've forgotten such insignificant factors and enjoyed the company. That's just not how she ticks though. "You're almost at the end!" She interjects, ducking slightly to avoid an artless kick to the face. It's enthralling, watching another learn skills from childhood that seems like lifetimes ago, but as exhilarating as the whole thing was, it does not last long. Warning bells present themselves as a shrill shriek and by the time the short, shaking soul glances up and tightens her grip around thin ankles, it's too late. Hyerin drops. And she takes Hyoseong down with her. Together, in a heap of giggling silliness and small grazes, she is grateful. This is a memory in the making, and how she treasures it so! Even if, at the minute, she's unsure of if it'll result in peeing her pants or possibly asphyxiation due to the uncontrollable erupting of laughter.