fireworks.
i could have sworn i saw fireworks from your house last night, as the lights flickered and they failed i had it all figured out. @youngnovas / jiahn & yejin / park, 11:45 pm.
the night’s still too cold for denim, but that’s still all jiahn’s got wrapped around his shoulders. a sweatshirt tucked underneath, the hood dragged up over his head. still doesn’t compare to his winter coat, but he’d set that on fire last week and hid the smoldering scraps away from his parents. he’s already treading thin ice with them, and he doesn’t want to push it by bringing it up. asking them for a new one. his powers don’t lend well to that trek. he can all but feel his life melting underfoot with each sluggishly hesitant step. so he sniffs against the cold, occasionally lets sparks crackle out from his fingertips when they start to go numb. stupid, but who ever said teenage boys were smart?
he sits, legs slung over the edge of the plastic bridge of the playscape he’s currently occupying. the park empty now, closer to midnight than noon. jiahn shouldn’t be out either, really. but he is. because he’s still trying to figure all of this powers shit out, and yejin’s the only other person who seems to be saddled with the same fate. only, parents seem to all be slanting suspicious sorts of glances at him lately. so they’re stuck to creeping out at night. yejin probably has it easier than him, at least. the running part. just shiver out of existence and reappear again.
far less conspicuous than jiahn and his wayward powers, seem to be ushered in by emotions. a volatile uprising to his life (which, by the way, had been perfectly nice beforehand, he hadn’t asked for this).
she does it now. one minute he’s staring at the edge of a gs25, and the next he has a face-full of yejin. he startles. he always startles. it’s impossible not to. a fucking ghost-like terror to the whole thing. spits out a swear like that might calm the shiver of heart. it doesn’t, but it still makes him feel a little better. “do you still think that’s funny? really? fuck.” he huffs out, though it sounds more like a joke as he swings out a leg, skims her thigh with the toe of a beaten-down sneaker. “did you at least bother to ask ‘em why they’re banning me?” jiahn asks next, voice only mildly sulky. lifts a hand to fit the words ‘banning me’ in between air quotes as he says them.