[songfic] still falling for you.
cast. park jinyoung x kwon nayoung [original character] genre [rated]. romance, songfic, ficlet might be a part of my Reply 2014 Scenario.
❝ This love is never growing old You make it new And, I’m still falling for you.❞ Ellie Goulding’s Still Falling For You
Future. 2021.
“Jinyoung-ah, you got an offer to be a guest in this show.” Choi Seunghyun, a male with bulk body posture came — approaching Jinyoung who just rested in the van. That dark haired young man had just finished a photo shoot. He stayed still, arms both crossed over his broad chest as he closed his eyes — not giving his manager a response.
“Ah, hyung. Can I take a look it later? I’m really tired.” he murmured, almost sounded like a sleep talking. Seunghyun nodded, knew that his artist didn’t have enough sleep time due to his tight schedule.
“Hmm, alright. Just rest.”
Jinyoung had just finished showering. After dressed up in his navy plaid pajamas, he then walked to his work table. Found the proposal and scripts that he hasn’t read before. He then grabbed his eyeglasses from the table’s drawer, started to sort down which scripts and proposal that he’d like to take.
Minutes by minutes had passed, he had read two proposal and one movie drama scripts. But nothing attracted him yet. He was about to take a CF proposal when he saw a talk show proposal. He knew that show, but he wasn’t sure that he’d fit into that show because he knew he was lacking in variety skills. He was about to put the proposal along with the rejected proposal and scripts when he saw that name.
“Creative Writing Team... Kwon Nayoung?” he blinked several times, adjusting his glasses as he took a look at the name again — closely and more clear. It is Kwon Nayoung.
He noticed the change of his heartbeat as he spoke her name out loud. “Seolma.. uri Nayoung-noona?” and with that, the memory of a certain long-haired girl with bright smile played in his mind.
Dressing in his ‘work’ attire; navy shirt, brown long coat, and black jeans, Jinyoung walked into the studio. He greeted everyone politely meanwhile his manager tailed behind him, eyes studying Jinyoung. He still didn’t understand how a Park Jinyoung chose an unusual project — which is agreed to be a guest on this talk show.
Jinyoung eyes shifted quickly to one person and another, he tried to find a familiar face that he missed. A certain short girl with a rounded face and a bright smile. Thinking of her smile made him smile as well.
Then, he found her. At first, he wasn’t sure because that girl had short hair. But as soon he got closed to her who was talking with her fellow colleague, he knew she was her because of her voice. And the same sweet scent of raspberry vanilla strengthened his deduction.
“Nayoung-noona?” Jinyoung called — tested the name that he hadn’t called for years. Her half ponytail bounced gently as she turned around and facing him — showing her rounded face and clueless eyes to him. Jinyoung noticed how her colleague gasped a little, maybe finding his presence amusing. But he didn’t care, all he cared was the short female in front of him.
“Eoh! Park Jinyoung? Whoa—long time no see.” There was a small pause before she recognized him, scanning his handsome face and playing with her memory. And there was it, a bright smile that he missed. The smile which comforted him in his devastating days.
A chuckle escaped from his lips as he nodded. “Noona too. Eoh, you’ve cut your hair.” Of course, he’d noticed small details about her. His last memory of her was the crying version of herself. A twenty years-old version of long-haired Nayoung who cried because he had to leave his hometown — and her.
“Ah.. yes. My hair has been this short since I’m working.”
A gentle smile curled on his corner lips as he heard her remark. Wonder what he missed for four years. “You still look great.” Jinyoung said in genuine — but maybe a bit biased because in his eyes ; she’d always look great. His fingers twitched as he saw her smiling, eager to touch her rounded cheeks and maybe landed a soft kiss on her rosy lips. But no, he needed to save that thought for himself - just like how he hid his feeling for her years ago.
“Thanks. You too. I mean — I barely recognized you because you look so handsome.” Don’t. He knew his mind tried to warn him about this unplanned choice. But he couldn’t control his body — not even his ears which already flushed in light red hues just because of her compliment. He looked at her eyes, tried to gather his courage as he knew that he might have that chance now. Maybe she would start seeing him as a man now, not as her little neighbor anymore.
“Ah, really? Would you date me then?” he asked, trying to give her a hint by his hopeful tone.
“Of course! You’re handsome, kind, smart. Who wouldn’t date you?” but again, he knew that she couldn’t catch his intention because she still saw him as her little neighbor. A friend of her step-brother.
Jinyoung sighed — then unconsciously murmured, “You’re still not taking my question seriously.”
“Huh?”
Quickly, he shook his head. Distracted her by asking her doing. “Nothing. So, how are you noona? How’s—“
“Nayoung-ah.” His question was interrupted by another male’s voice. Calling her with such affection that he wished he could do to her one day. He followed Nayoung’s eyes, found another familiar face that he thought would never make an appearance in his life. That man.
“Oh, oppa! You’ve arrived?”
“Oppa?” Jinyoung’s brows curled, frowned upon the nickname as many thoughts slipped in his mind. Oppa? Weren’t they a stranger before? He didn’t look like an oppa to her. Are they keep in contact for these four years? How—
“Mark, do you remember Jinyoung? Jinyoung this is Mark. You know—the homeless boy that I told you back then. Turned out he’s not a homeless boy.” Slowly, Jinyoung shifted back his attention to her — caught a moment where she slipped her slender arm into that-so-called-Mark. Then it clicked! The matching rings on their respective right hand, the happy smile which bloomed on each other’s face, and the love aura that they emitted for their surroundings.
“Oh, and he’s my fiancé.”
