reach high. arin&kangjun
year: around 2008 location: busan with: (@fmdkangjun)
from arin’s house to kangjun’s, arin managed to count thirty trees. it was a ten minute walk away. every press of feet against the ground, however, arin wished the it turned to sand. or maybe jelly, just slowly wrap her from the ankles up to the crown of her head, then she would stay there engulfed forever, along with time. and maybe some of her friends.
kangjun’s grandmom greeted arin with a warm maternal comfort. did much better than her mother.
( why couldn’t she be my mom? )
the knob to kangjun’s door was cold. perhaps, a pair of ghost hands held it, stopping her from opening and seeing her friend. or maybe preventing him from leaving. if it was the latter, arin would have to thank the supernatural being. arin didn’t bother knocking. kangjun and arin had already saved themselves from these kinds of pleasantries.
“so you’re really leaving, huh?” the hand lingered on kangjun’s door for a while before stepping inside. the young girl sat on the floor, far enough to maintain eye contact with her friend. “you’re finally seeing seoul.” arin should be ecstatic. she should be jumping with kangjun, should be screaming into his ear—you’re gong to be a star!—but she didn’t. arin sighed, stared at kangjun’s feet and later to stare at hers.