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[rkcheri]

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                               ◢35. A BOX OF TISSUES ; IC / PRESENT ▎▎▎

jihyun scratched at her chin, she could feel the tears bubbling at the corners of her eyes. knees pressed into her chest whilst irises tried to stop the cool concoctions from slipping down, not wanting them to even touch the curve of her cheeks – not now, not right this instant. it was too soon. several minutes pass before the scene shifts to mufasa falling to his death, the clashing of white and black a burn in jihyun’s eyes. lids fall close to hide the scene from view, completely forgetting that there was someone beside her as she thrust her hands in front of her face and bellowed in sorrow a low, “no! he was so young!”

her nose twitched, sniffling lightly as the tears began to stream down her face in an act of emotional weary. right when she was about to raise her hand to wipe the trails from burning pink cheeks, the notion of a rectangular side hit her shoulder. droopy orbs rose to stare at the male beside her, thankfully smiling as she reached over and took a tissue from the box, raising a hand to pat yongguk’s head as she blew healthily into the cloth of white.

“i can’t believe you’re stilling crying when we’ve watched this over a million times already.”

“i can’t help it okay, he’s friggin' dying. simba lost his dad. it’s sad, you can't not cry okay.”

“weirdo.”

“robot.”

“wha – jihyun–”

“shut up.”

“jih–”

“shut up.”

“you have snot there though –" 

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    ◢36. THE PHONE TO ANSWER, BC IT'S YOU ; AU / PRESENT ▎▎▎

“can i come over right now?” she fidgeted at the entrance of the apartment building, phone clutched in a bound clasp. jihyun didn’t even know how to explain the wavering sense that had filled her tone. instead she went forth to ignore it, letting it be as she listened to the light breathing that came from the other end of the line. the silence that contributed beside the light puffs of air made her bite at her lip, anxiously glancing down at the expensive watch that decorated her slender wrist. the accessory an abnormal decoration to her currently pajama-clad form.

the bunnies that ran up and down her legs laughing excitedly at nothing in particular. their expressions a stark contrast to the one that held strong to her own appearance. “it’s 3 in the morning, jihyun — it’s a little late to be coming over.” she heard him whisper into her ear. a sigh came, exhaling softly — though she was sure that he would hear of it; the pin-drop silence of her own surroundings would make sure of it.

“i —” she laughed lightly, despite it all. “i can’t believe you answered the phone.” she was quick to change the subject, eyes deflecting downwards despite bubbling bright notion her voice took in.

“of course i would, ji — it’s you.”

[rkcheri]

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                         ◢19. A CAMERA ; AU / PRESENT ▎▎▎

“you look better without it,” the younger blonde whispered. a ghost of a smile takes reign upon chesire-spread lips, nimble appendages moved to brush away the wisps of white-blonde tendrils. crossing them behind pierced ears moving away momentarily to examine just how it looked.  the appearance collecting an approving nod from the photographer, one that the elder of the pair found herself giggling at. a wink fell from one eye in the older woman’s direction, the small mouthing of ‘knock ‘em dead’ slipping silently as she stepped away from the white exterior to view the barricade of flashing illumination from the sidelines.

arms crossed, feet matching one on one while crescent eyes watched the other model before her. the camera was handed to her in the next moment, barely moving forward as she began. the clicks consistent and constant throughout the minute that painfully passed. jihyun hadn’t even a breath given to check the frames, instead she kept moving — kept dropping clicks here and there. each and every one would be a masterpiece, she knew they would. why wouldn’t they be?

boah was a natural at this, at least from her opinion. white blinded her, white on white — bright on fluorescent. to a point that jihyun had felt herself momentarily taken in by the neutral overlay, it’s milky expanse a canvas that took it’s time in diminishing and destroying itself from view. it wasn’t until the brief stint of shield disappeared did she catch her multi-million dollar shot. the smile that would stun an arena. a click, another and one more. a look, and a smile.

but “it’s perfect,” was the final word. 

[rkcheri]

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          ◢3. A BABY ; IC / PAST CIRCA MGA PRACTICES ▎▎▎

tiny fingers coiled around her own tightly, the loosening of the grip on her part more careless than it should be. the mild ‘ooh’ing and ‘aw’ing was unnecessary, but what could jihyun do to control a small child whom seemed to find each and every thing that chanced their path an interesting object — she shouldn’t be too objective anyways, she was once a child too — a long time ago. “c’mon, jinho-ah, it’s this way.” she said to the boy, her steps tripping over his own as he tried to navigate her elsewhere.

the heavy door before her opened to reveal the wide expanse of chestnut wood flooring and mirrored walls to match. a typical dance room layout. but not so to the boy beside her because before she could even comprehend or second-guess his actions, he was letting go of her hand and running around the room. tiny feet flying a mile per second in every direction his little legs could take him, as if the open air of the room was his own imaginative playground. the sight had jihyun giggling, unaware of another’s presence behind her.

it was until she could hear another’s laughter intertwining with her own spirals of twinkling amusement did her shoulder budge, body spinning slightly to smile at the younger girl behind her. “who’s the kid?” she could hear taeyeon ask as she grew near, coming close until they were on par — both watching as jinho continued relentlessly around the place, waiting for him to tire himself out.

“he said his name was jinho.” she could feel the girl’s questionable look burning into the profile of her face, “i found him outside knocking on the door.”

“you found him …”

“yup.”

“jihyun-ah, you know we need to return him right?”

“…”

“jihyun—”

“but i don’t know where to bring him.”

“bring him home,”

“i think he lives here, taeyeon.” 

[rkcheri]

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     ◢39. A MUG OF HOT CHOCOLATE & A BLANKET ; IC / PRESENT ▎▎▎

warmth hugged her core. the fire burned on in front of them. whips of red and orange dancing in excitement in the reflection of orbs as black as coal. the winter storm raged on behind them, windows shaking as snow kissed the glass. the night was restless yet quiet, the apartment taking the same equivalence as jihyun huddled closer to the younger girl beside her. their eyes directed at the heat that reddened their cheeks.

the whispers of love had dried upon chapped lips, bodies held close and loosely despite the bareness that came with their lithe skeletons. the cups of hot chocolate lay forgotten and half-drunk on the coffee table before them. their toes peeked out from under the blanket that covered their nude forms, the flames of the raging warmth licked at their feet — sparking an exciting tingle along their spines as jihyun pressed a soft laugh into the younger’s bare shoulder. “i’m still cold,” she whispered. a hand graced the curve of jessica’s waist, fingers clasping the flesh that molded itself into her palm as she went to press the russet head against the cushions of the couch, her body falling in line with jessica’s, hovering over the other with a slick smile curving against her lips.

she didn’t know what it was. whether it was the way the flickerings of red and shadowed fixtures of light that played against the younger’s features or the way jessica’s own warm figure had anything to do with it, jihyun just wanted to stay close — as close as she could get without being too suffocating — to the girl. the trance of longing and comfort mixed with her senses, with her feelings as she locked her body in place, caging jessica in her embrace as lips met in free roam of the other’s flesh. soft brushes of pink met a valley of biege. the fire was no longer the only thing keeping them warm now, “let’s play a game, jess.” she whispered. fingers dialed down until they met with parted flesh, an exciting tingle running down and further urging her hand movements on.

[rkcheri]

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                  ◢20. A KISS ON THE FOREHEAD ; AU / FUTURE ▎▎▎

one hundred thirty two, one hundred thirty three, one hundred thirty four, one hundred thirty fi— “hey! woosung, you’re not supposed to eat these!” jihyun pouted as she went to salvage what she could of the small silver-foiled triangles of hershey’s she had gotten from the bag she had mistakenly ripped open earlier. the older of the two rolled her eyes as the male continued to gnaw on the chocolate, his grin cheekily seen through the twist of her orbs.

her protest only egging him on to continue chewing; there went number one hundred thirty four — and one hundred thirty three, oh and thirty two as well. “yah, yah! stop — stop stop! these are supposed to be for the kids tomorrow.” her hand went to swat his own away from her pile, moving to forcibly remove him from the candies, not wanting his hungry mouth to completely engage in each and every morsel she had placed onto the table.

“what do you mean tomorrow, it’s already halloween.” the male pointed to the clock displaying the midnight hour through digitized numbers. jihyun followed the slim appendage, frowning at the sight, not one to want to openly say she was wrong. instead she shook her head and pushed him back once more, “even though — there aren’t any kids at my door, are there? i need to at least have something for them when they come around.” slim fingers of her own hand moved to run through fair strands, the golden tone a contrast against pale skin. “if you eat it all, there’ll only be sad kids at my door and i don’t want to have to give away my junk food to them again because you decided to eat all their candy a second year in a row.”

the male scoffed, the chocolate rolling around in his palm easily coming undone as the scrapped silver linings fell to the wooden table. “just one more.” just one more, yeah right. jihyun snatched the chocolate from his fingers to plop the sweet into her own mouth, chewing thoughtfully.

“sure, just one more.”

jihyun’s darkened orbs rolled, tossing the chocolate straight towards his forehead to only laugh once it had made it’s mark. "bullseye, mate.” she taunted. a smile gracing her face triumphantly as her slick pink muscle licked at her chocolate-tainted fingers before she threw a thumb’s up his way. 

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               ◢5. SOME "GET WELL SOON" SOUP ; IC / PRESENT ▎▎▎

“i still don’t understand why you’re here, jieun.” the younger blonde said softly as she watched the other from her ill-positioned perch behind the counter. her eyes trace the older woman’s whereabouts around the store, taking in how the other continued to fix the store despite the lack of mess that actually was around the place. was this a symptom of the illness — working their health to death? “you should be home resting, or at least — not getting other people sick.”

jihyun pushed the mask that decorated her face against her mouth as she silenced her own words, blinking at the girl. “i mean —” the words came muffled behind the cloth, “you don’t want to get sicker than you already are. you don’t look bad, don’t get me wrong, but you could feel worse, y’know?” the younger was only trying to make a point as she watched jieun continue to move, not once resting — at least from the moment jihyun had come to help the other with the store on one of her days off, the eldest of the two had yet to sit down and take a breather.

noting that jieun looked like she wouldn’t be stopping or at least pausing for the sake of her health any time soon, jihyun stood up, silently moving towards the back before exiting the store. her jacket in tow as she dragged herself along the back alley towards the front — pacing her way across the street towards the noodle place they often ventured to during the late nights that insu had made them stay until after-hours to check inventory. stepping inside the shop, jihyun let out a shivering sigh of ease, the warmth of the place cooling her suddenly freezing palms. winter had come bitterly fast in seoul, and jihyun was never one to enjoy the cold too much.

her eyes took in the menu that was given to her once she got to the front, taking only a moment before deciding on a simple chicken noodle soup. that was something every sick person enjoyed, right? jihyun silently questioned as she directed the order towards the person behind the cashier. they had given her only a few minutes of waiting, fast service — jihyun mildly complimented, before she was was on her way again, retracing her steps from earlier; once more entering from the back of the shop, a smile decorating her wind-bitten face, a hint of pink dusting her cheeks as the warmth of their own music store ate her up. 

“eat up,” she said as she plopped the box of soup onto the counter carefully, the plastic carton hidden within the rustle of the black bag seated at the front as jihyun smiled at her friend. “if you’re going to work your sick self to death, you might as well eat well while you’re at it.”