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TITLE: Saturday
SUMMARY: Sol asks Fin to occupy Vivid’s Sora for a weekend while he’s out of town. Fin accidentally makes a friend.
GENRE: budding friendship? / maybe some mild angst?
PAIRING: Platonic!SoKi (Sora x Fin)
WORD COUNT: 1.5k
WARNINGS: swearing, mentions of poor mental state. if anything else comes up, let me know!
A/N: sora belongs to the lovely kara aka @cube-vivid ! she edited most of sora’s parts so thank you so much kara!! without you this piece would flop. and look out for part two of this scenario coming soon!
SPRING 2019
Hyunki wanted to kick himself for how awkward he was being, but honestly he couldn’t blame himself. Lee Sora was intimidating, he couldn’t seem to unhinge his jaw to even try to speak to her. He’s not sure what made her so terrifying. Maybe it was the way that she glanced at everything in the art museum with a not-so-subtle look of disinterest, clearly drawing lines in the sand of how different her and Hyunki were from one another. The silence between them didn’t help much either. Sora had barely spoken a word to Hyunki since they left Vivid’s dorm that afternoon. Hyunki might be a little naive, but he could tell when someone wasn’t interested in him or his company, and Sora was making it a little too obvious.
Hanging out with Sora wasn’t something Fin had been expecting that day. Soonyoung woke up to a phone call from his sister and had to make an emergency trip back home to deal with some family business. Before he left for the weekend, Soonyoung pulled Hyunki aside.
“Hey, man,” Soonyoung glanced towards the living room, checking to make sure that no one was eavesdropping. “I got a favor to ask you.”
Hyunki straightened his shoulders out, flattered that his leader would entrust him with something personal. “Yeah, of course.”
“I need you to occupy Sora today.” Soonyoung dropped the bomb. Hyunki’s smile froze.
“Sora?” Hyunki clarified. “As in, like… Your good friend Vivid’s Sora?”
“Yes.” Sol arched an eyebrow. “She’s been a little… Down… lately. I was supposed to spend time with her this weekend, but I can’t anymore. Do you mind just… Keeping her busy until I get back on Sunday night?”
Hyunki licked his lower lip. This seemed like a task that required someone with a lot of responsibility. Hyunki didn’t know the whole story behind Sora, but he’s heard her come over in the early AMs and cry in Soonyoung’s room through the walls enough times to understand that the girl group member’s struggles weren't surface level.
“Why me?” The younger asked.
Soonyoung clapped a hand on Fin’s shoulder, giving him a brotherly squeeze. “Because you’re good at being distracting. Trust me, you guys will get along well.”
Fin wanted to huff at the irony of it all. Yeah, they were getting along great. The silence really was a sign of their budding friendship. They’d be braiding each other’s hair in no time.
Sora was walking a few paces in front of him, passing paintings without a second glance. The clouded look in her eyes told Hyunki that his distraction tactics weren’t doing as good of a job as Soonyoung believed they would. Hyunki swallowed, wetting his throat like he does every so often when he’s mentally hyping himself up to speak to her.
He opened his mouth, the sticky and dry sensation of his tongue blocking any vocal movement. Thankfully, he didn’t have to speak. Sora planted herself in front of an abstract piece, cocking her head to the side. Hyunki observed it as well, standing a few paces behind her, unsure of how close was ‘too close’ with her. In the reflection of the display’s glass, Hyunki could make out Sora’s features. They were creased in contemplation as her eyes soaked up the glass sculpture in front of them.
“This is really pretty.” Sora commented, her voice pierced the silence and jolting through Fin like an electric shock. Hyunki was expecting Sora’s voice to be broken and weak, based off the absent look that had been fixed on her face the whole afternoon. Instead, her voice was strong and confident, as if she spoke objectively on the artwork. Hyunki found himself believing her words. Yes, maybe the piece was really pretty after all.
“That’s interesting.” Hyunki responded. “I don’t think I would have stopped to look at it if you hadn’t pointed it out.”
Sora glanced up at Hyunki, a puzzled expression on her face. “You’ve looked at everything in here so far, though?”
Hyunki didn’t have the courage to look at Sora just yet, so he fixed his eyes on her reflection in the glass. He let out a small chuckle.
“I’m more drawn to realism paintings. Abstract isn’t really my thing.” Hyunki shrugged. “But it’s interesting that you like this piece compared to everything else we’ve seen.”
“Why’s that?” Sora questioned, her tone sharp. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other as her eyebrows furrowed. Hyunki swallowed again, realizing too late that his words sounded slightly snobbish and aloof.
“I mean, a person's personality can be reflected in what artwork they are drawn to.” Hyunki explained. “I think there’s like… Psychological proof backing that or something.”
Sora gave him a short chuckle, a noise that was even more startling to Hyunki than her speaking voice.
“So what does my connection to this painting say about me?” Sora implored, crossing her arms in amusement. Hyunki looked down at Sora, his mouth growing dry again.
“Um… I mean… It tells me that you’re creative.” Hyunki said hurriedly. “It tells me that you’re someone who likes seeing things for what they could be rather than what they are.”
Sora bit her lower lip and nodded slowly, looking back at the piece in curiosity. She flicked her gaze back up to Hyunki with a sly smile on her face.
“You’re bad at reading people, then. I’m not that creative and I don’t think I’m much of an optimist either.” Sora shook her head, backing away from the painting and moving on to the next. “But that was nice of you to say.” Sora shot him a smirk that made his heart stutter before she focused back on the artworks littering the walls.
Hyunki furrowed his eyebrows and walked in line with Sora, keeping the same pace as her. “What do you mean? Don’t you help create songs for Vivid? That’s creative.”
Sora cracked the vertebrae in her neck, mulling over Fin’s comment. “I mean, yeah, but I don't think creative is something people would describe me as. I just make music cause it lets me get what’s in my brain out, that's it.”
“Hm, but you’re still creative.” Hyunki insisted, making her laugh through her nose softly.
“If you say so,” she mumbled, stuffing her hands in her cargo pants. Fin hummed in response, unsure of how to follow up that statement. They passed a few more abstract pieces, but Sora seemed to have maxed out her art analysis for the rest of her life, not stopping to admire anymore. As the two headed towards the museum’s exit, an idea cast over Hyunki.
“Have you ever painted before?” He asked. Beside him, Sora’s step faltered a little. She gave him an apprehensive look before responding.
“Nah. I don’t think that’s my thing.” Sora shrugged.
“Well, how do you know if you never tried?” Hyunki asked, unable to stop himself.
Sora furrowed her eyebrows, contemplating the question. “I doubt I’d be any good at it. I’m not creative, remember.” She admitted, a joking tilt in her voice.
Fin gave an airy laugh. “Art’s subjective. You literally can’t be bad at it.” He assured her. “If you want, I have some paints at my dorm. You could try your hand at it.”
“I’ll pass on that. Don’t want you wasting your art supplies on me.” Sora said flatly, not even looking back at Fin as she pushed the museum doors open. She let out a chuckle after probably hoping to sound a lot more comfortable than she was. It sounded uncomfortable and short as if dismissing the idea immediately and not even wanting to entertain it. The warm spring sun shining in them as Sora pulled her sunglasses over her eyes again. Their ride was waiting for them out front, one of Fin’s managers.
Before they got into the car, Fin had to secure a distraction for Sora or face disappointment from Sol.
“Look, it’s not a waste, I promise. Plus… It could be really… Therapeutic.” Fin suggested. Sora lifted her eyebrows at that, her face not even looking slightly pleased.
“Cause I need therapy?” she looked at him expectantly as she awaited his reply. Her mind raced with all the ways Fin could have somehow found out about whatever was currently going on in her life. She took an uncomfortable step away from the tall boy, as if the distance would prevent Fin from getting any closer to her mentally.
Sora’s expression became steelily guarded. She opened her mouth to chew him out, but Hyunki’s hands flew up in surrender before hastily defending himself.
“I’m oblivious about what you’re going through, I swear. It’s really none of my business anyways. I’m just saying that if you’re looking for an outlet, I have some extra canvases.” Fin spoke up, tripping over his words slightly.
Sora licked her bottom lip as if she was weighing the pros and cons of this offer. Finally she nodded in agreement. “Okay... I’ll try it.”
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