#p: memory

[bejinyoung]

memory.

@benessa

“it’s jinyoung, i’m coming in!” jinyoung half-shouts into the door that doesn’t belong to him as he punches in the code. all he wants is to make sure nessa knows he’s not some home invader here to kill her like some true crime podcast story without disturbing every single one of her neighbors. he’s not sure he succeeded in either, but he lets himself into her place anyways, once again announcing his presence as he kicks his shoes off by the door. “ness, it’s me,” he pops his head into the rest of the apartment, looking for his friend, and shooting her a grin when he finally makes eye contact. “i didn’t scare you, did i?”

maybe he’s a little too familiar. they’re friends, jinyoung might even call nessa his best friend if he had such a thing, but they’re also... complicated. there’s a lot of memories in this place. a lot of words shared that he’ll never speak to her again, a lot of laughter, a lot of tears. jinyoung is under no illusions that he was really a good boyfriend to nessa when they gave the relationship a shot. but he hopes, even now, that he was a decent one sometimes. there’s a part of him that still feels guilty even if he’s over it. he knows he still cares about her, but he can’t be the one to care about her like that. moon jinyoung just isn’t made out of boyfriend material; he must be cut from a different kind of cloth.

anyway, his visit is a little last minute, but shouldn’t be totally by surprise; he did text her, like, twenty minutes ago letting her know he was coming over. if nessa didn’t look at her phone since then, that’s on her. his excuse to invite himself in? a couple of scrunchies that sooyoung insisted didn’t belong to her and jinyoung couldn’t think would belong to anyone else. it’s only fair that he returns them to their rightful owner, right? he’s pretty sure nessa probably still has a sock or something of his over here too. he’s not going to complain about that, but he supposes that’s just a side effect of the nature of what their relationship originally was, what it came to be, and what it is now.

“are these yours?” he slips the scrunchies off his wrist and holds them out for nessa to see for herself. “and if they’re not, do you want them? they’re not my sister’s, and i’m not much of a scrunchie guy myself, so take them.”

[hakyunie]

i need memories

the image of you loving me is fading away i can’t see your face, the love is being forgotten

[senyuupromptgenerator]

Hello! It’s May 22nd, 2015, and your prompts for today are [memory] and [arrival]. Enjoy!

[jinyounc]

ximpvlsive

❝What?❞

Okay, maybe there was a part of her that was regretting this because she was used to performing with a tiny group of people. People who she sincerely cared for from the bottom of her heart, who inspired and motivated to build up and improve. It’s been almost two years (?) since she even held a guitar in her hand the way she did, carried it by the case and let it settle on the length of her back. Has she even sung passionately ever since the separation of her band? Probably in the shower whenever she runs her fingers through the long length of her hair to clean it properly.

Sungkyung didn’t realize how timid her actions were until this particular male approached her straight-forwardly. Wanting to smack a palm directly on the center of her forehead, she immediately gives into it. Because she doesn’t have to lie about being slightly frightened to perform in front of a small crowd of people or how she might accidentally strum on the wrong key, wrong timing, wrong lyrics. This all must be too wrong in her perspective.

❝Ya’ speaking to me, right?❞

Her head inclines towards his direction, index finger rising to point it directly to her face. Emotion was bland and dull, like always whenever strangers approached her so suddenly without a quick introduction. ❝If so then yea’, I am. Not exactly used to performing on my own.❞ Sungkyung’s counting the amount of people inside of the local building, mumbling her response softly because she doesn’t want to bicker too loudly to where people were going to stare at the pair. Drinks carried in their hands and conversations were carried around. She blames her pride for this, wanting to prove to her friend who wasn’t even here to begin with, that she can do it on her own like before.

          He questions himself about his life decision at this moment, standing at the wooden floor of the bar he used to play with his band-mate with a glass of cocktail on his hand. He wandered around the area as if it was just yesterday he played "don't look back in anger" on the small stage. The owner greets him with amicable smile, a look of concern and sympathy imbued in his eyes when the adult greets him and asking about how he was doing these days (and he's doing anything but fine lately) before he entered the backstage area.

          There's a group of what seems to be a teenage young boy with burning passion doing a high-five at the center of the room and it brings back certain memories to Jinyoung who rests his shoulder on the entrance, smiling like a proud father as he reminiscence the past despite the pang of guilt that struck him without notice. He remember the adrenaline rush coming up to his vein before going up on stage, the loud cheering of the peoples watching for their stage that made him thankful despite their mediocre performance, but shit, he cursed under his breath, again wondering why he bother coming up to the building in-between his free time when it only brings pain into his heart.  

        Despite all the noise and bustle he manages to catch a glimpse of young woman, deep brown eyes so captivating that it catches his attention in a blink of eye, expression blank, looking disinterested--as if it wasn't her intention to be there, as if her soul wasn't there to begin with. Jinyoung slowly approach her, both hand shoved on his pocket.  

       ❝Yeah, of course I'm talking to you.❞ he said, sharp eyes now fixated on the guitar on the woman's hand--and he remains calm and composed while listening to her next statement, only tugging a crooked smile on his feature.  ❝So, what are you doing here if you don't usually perform on your own? You don't look too happy either, are you sure you're going to perform like that?❞