THE AIR BETWEEN US ౨ৎ y.jw x reader.
( व्युत्पन्न♥︎ ) . . . Cw: mandala horror?, cursing, bad writing, idk lowk
note: ( I'm so unconfident but still we #ball 🔥🔥🔥 IK I SAID BREAK BUT THIS IS IMPORTANT I AM ON BREAK STILL BUT I HAVE WORKED HARD ON TJIS FIC.) also layout is so ass pulled it out of mine forgive me
For birthday girl @wonsoire =｀ェ´=
Your eyes slowly break open before the ring of your alarm, the room soaked in the color of fogged moments before daylight.
Matcha residue circles the rim of a cup, and the jellyfish sticker on your mirror droops as if it dreamt of the bright blue ocean overnight.
It’s all the same. You hoped. Your gut tail–telling a different poem.
You move through the morning on autopilot like always—lip gloss, hoodie, keychains that clink you remember. Though the hallway smells faintly of metal and something sweet, something like rotting lychee?
Jungwon waits outside. hood up and hair frizzy, sunshine of a smile catching the light the way film catches fire. Soft and delicate it leaves butterflies.
“Morning,” he says.
Sounds normal—really, but it hums if it were a dial-tone.
That night Jungwon texts:
The words sit on your screen like small, alive things.
You put on your playlist—oh, nouvelle vauge.
The next morning the plushies on your bed faces the wall. Your clover keychain has the print tilted. The street outside flickers in an off beat pitch. Everything was errie in a way you couldn't grasp.
You tell Jungwon, and he just tilts his head. “Maybe that’s what it always was.”
As he chuckles, the sound seeps in the air similar to a scratched CD.
His reflection in the window moved delayed for a moment.
Days start to duplicate (and divide)
The commercial you know each frame of plays with different words. A nokia 2012 but the illuminating screen read 2011.
Your handwriting loops the curves too trained, in a way you weren't aware you could write like.
Most frighting. The moon, tonight, the wrong shade of white.
You eat spicy noodles, the brand which is your your tongue's best muse. But the taste now of replustion so immense that you threw it out in the second bite.
Jungwon sits across from you, sleeves' folds hiding his soft hands. The glint from his eyes gentle in the framed rims.
“dont question anything it's always been like this” he murmurs under his mouth. You couldn't tell who that statement was for.
You prayed for an answer yourself. You sighed slowly "i-.. I'll try” bringing your knees up.
“That’s good”
Jungwons' persence grows quieter. When you speak his name, it echoes half a second late.
The city outside feels recorded—a shit documentary about a place that used to exist.
It's always something stupid like how you can't tell if it's yin and yang or yang and yin...
He sits beside you on the bed one night, the light flickering VHS grain.
“I told you not to notice,” he whispers. “You’re making it remember itself.”
You desperately want to ask what that means yet your mouth dried up, but he leans closer, forehead against yours, and for a second the static stops. It’s almost peaceful.
“Even if they reset it,” he says, “you’ll find me again. You always do.”
Your pulse syncs to the hum of the room.
You think, absurdly, that love sounds like white noise trying to form a word. The air between your teeth tastes like static.
Morning again—you hope
The jellyfish sticker peels slowly down the mirror, its edges curling and falling down.
The air is normal again, maybe. You can't tell anymore.
𝒦oih𝑎ni: For my very first moot — the first girl I met here in a starcrossed field
Back when I’d just started on this site you found me like a cold shivering dawg and gave me shelter. This one’s for my Yinnie dear the person I had the BIGGEST FAT friend crush on icl I used to stalk your blog like a total freak and honestly lowk considered printing out our interactions just to paste them on my wall I was supa scared to even talk to you bc you're this like this super big writer AND with the gfx skills of a professional designer and the heart of an actual angel from heaven Like I’ve said before, I’m truly your biggest fake ahh hater if my past self knew I’d end up jokingly bullying you now i’d probably throw up shaking and shitting myself LMAO every moment we talk i honestly feel a little envious of you you speak so awesomely and ur outstanding humor with when your everything
I love you so so much baby ❤︎
