Knitting to Noona || Mir & Ahyeon
Looking down at his hand, Mir frowned at the twines of colorful string found around his index finger, the surge of bright turquoise and rust red so odd that he stopped in the middle of a path just to stare at them with alarm. They held very few natural places in nature, especially together, and they actually tickled his hippocampus to the point where he recalled he had something to recall. A necessary step for remembering, his head tilted slightly to the side as he stared down at his hands, trying to think of what reminded him of both of those colors.
The cool blue reminded him of a pretty dress he had seen a while ago, fabric rustling peacefully in his mind as he tried to picture the person wearing it. But suddenly, the burst of red bleed into his vision, and he sensed a temper, hot words, burning eyes. Someone who didn’t nearly measure up to the peacefulness that the dress exuded. At that moment, his lips flickered up into a smile and he whispered, “Ahyeon-noona, of course!” She had been the one he had worked for the past two weeks, Mir having plunged himself into his work to distract from the cavern that still remained in his chest. He could not feel the pain any longer, but the absence loomed over him like a cliffside surrounding him on all sides, beckoning him to look and become weak at the knees once more. Instead of succumbing, however, he sat down, pulled out his needles, and began to knit.
At first, he didn’t know what his intended goal was, or who he intended to give it to, but he purged all of his feelings for his lost friend into the object, weaving each strand with unbridled affection, the confusion and loss twisting through like little strands of emotion in the blue. He had finished that project quicker than he ever had anything else, but he had been unable to complete it on the island, waiting for them to return to the main land for stuffing and buttons. The nice lady at the store he had gone to also hadn’t trusted the Korean to use the glue gun safely, so she finished it for him, sending him off with a pat on the head after.
It was complete, and he felt like he had a goal again.
In traditional Mir fashion, however, he knew he could not keep the item, especially since it was horribly flammable compared to his powers, so he had started to think about who could use so much concentrated love.
Picking Ahyeon had been way too easy.
That day, thanks to the reminders on his finger, had him finding his way to her empty tent in no time, the cute little octopus clutched tightly in hand so he wouldn’t drop and dirty it or its note. Arriving with no one else around, he realized that he had no idea which bed was hers, so he decided he would do one better. Leaving the tent, he waited until he spotted one of the cute little dollies he had taken to talking to, and asked if it couldn’t please give this to Miss Ahyeon when she’d return to her tent?
As always, the doll didn’t speak, but it took the octopus obediently, and walked into the strangely-colored tent to wait for her.
Mir smiled happily, hoping she would like it, and then proceeded to continue being startled by the bands on his fingers for the rest of the day, until he remembered to take them off.
With a tired groan, the petite brunette pushed away the flaps of the oddly-colored tent with such force, a light breeze caressed her cheeks as the fabric fell back into place. Although she had no reason in particular to describe her day as 'long', she did so anyway. Dealing with weird people for extended periods of time seemed like a good enough justification as any. Ahyeon had to admit, though, she had been growing substantially more tolerant lately; however, the word 'substantially' in her book may have had a completely different meaning in another's.
Her eyes aimed straight for her cot as her intentions became more rest-induced, but what her gaze settled upon resulted in a brief shriek and a shaky tent as Ahyeon jumped backwards, pushing herself into a cloth wall. Acknowledging the horrific sound that had somehow come from her own mouth, the female layered two palms over her lips as she blatantly stared at the creepy figure sitting idly upon her covers. The manager wasn't exactly afraid of dolls, not even Ren's specifically; howbeit, when one was in her tent (Where it had absolutely no business being!) for no apparent reason without her knowing, screaming was completely justified!
Without another thought, Ahyeon jerked forward, her arm extended, before she grabbed the doll and swung her arm through the tent flaps, throwing the doll an exceptional distance away from her area.
“I hate you, Ren. I hate you, Ren. I hate you, Ren.” The words escaped with a thread of poison, even as a tinge of guilt stung her tongue while she spoke … along with a barely-there hint of fear. She could see it already – the doll- no, an army of dolls, coming straight for her as she slept to take their revenge. The short brunette shivered as her spine became infested with invisible spiders.
Within mere seconds, though, the female's paranoid thoughts were ceased by the sight of another figure sitting upon her covers, this one unfamiliar and less intimidating. Her breath stilled with curiosity as she approached her own cot with a sense of caution, brows nearly meeting in the center with increased focus. The closer she came to the small object, the more calm she felt; soon, and when she was within range of it – the strange, plush-like figure – her hand reached out, but not with such rash intentions this time. Ahyeon gently picked up the object, and its attached note, settling it into her palm while she brought her face centimeters from it. It was baby blue, and created to represent a small octopus. From what she could tell, it was also knitted. By hand or machine, she didn't know, but nor did she care at that moment. She only wanted to know what such a thing, even though cute, was doing in her territory of the tent.
Despite the heavy air of doubt the figure was for her, Ahyeon continued onward, feeding her curiosity by taking the small note into her free hand and silently reading it.
To Ahyeon-noona, from Mir. I hope you enjoy it! I made it myself
The brunette read the short string of words over once more, just to be sure she'd comprehended correctly the first time.
Mir … Mir … Which one is he again? Oh yeah, the one Nichkhun's corrupting!
Okay, but this only raises more questions.
Why did he give this to her? Why did he make it? Was he really that adolescent to do arts and crafts in his spare time?
… It was cute though.
And Mir was very child-like in nature anyway. He wasn't loud and abrasive like many children Ahyeon had come in contact with; however, he did seem to obtain that same naivety and innocence. (The main reason Nichkhun was such a bad influence.) While she did not mind accepting small gifts, she did mind the everlasting question of “why?” She wasn't a nice person! She didn't help to prevent someone from drowning! The short female released a rather loud groan as she set the contents in the middle of her pillow. Maybe she wasn't as exhausted as she had earlier thought. With the intentions and hopes of clearing her once-more frazzled mind, Ahyeon stepped back outside in search of something – anything – that could keep her busy. There really was no escaping weird people or their antics, no matter how much she tried.
