Dec 22, 2019
Little noodles are getting so big 💜💙
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Little noodles are getting so big 💜💙
💖 (gimme some of that past Jackson x Boa)
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Celebrating Valentine’s Day in a country like France was a horrible idea. Because Paris didn’t seem to be the only place the French enjoyed being so extremely romantic, living up to their reputation way beyond the borders of their Ville de l’amour. It was astounding, but quite frankly also frustrating. Or at least in Jackson’s eyes. Every time he turned a corner, he was met with the sight of red and pink Valentine’s Day decorations everywhere. Mostly behind the windows of shops, who obviously took this chance to try and sell as many things as possible.
It could just be his immagination, but it felt frustrating to think of a perfect way to spend Valentine’s Day with your partner, when everybody around him seemed to steal his ideas the moment he thought of them. Chocolate, flowers, jewelry, all things that had already been gifted a thousand of times. They were the clichés of Valentine’s Day, and Jackson hates clichés. On the other hand, he had enough money in his pockest, and enough feelings for Boa, to maybe indulge in the idea of getting her a necklace. He kept coming back to that thought, and in the end just gave in when he spotted a necklace that was yes, cheesy, but at least beautiful. Not as beautiful as Boa, by far not, but maybe she’d appreciate the thought.
Silver chain, with a silver medallion hanging at the end. A ruby red rose was attached on top of it, it had been polished to shine almost too brightly against the skin of the possible wearer. It wasn’t a real ruby, sadly, but Jackson decided that he’d rather buy her real stones on single, more important events. Not every year on the 14th of Février. He didn’t have that much money in his pockets.
“Joyeuse Saint-Valentine, ma chérie” he says when he’s finally standing in front of Boa, shit-eating grin on his lips, and a mix of anticipation and minor worry in his chest. If he’d somehow managed to get her the worst possible gift he could have chosen, he would just throw himself into the Seine. “It’s not half as beautiful as you, but wearing it may give you the chance to hear that from others as well”
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❝ I’ve been lying to them all. ❞
A white lie. The most typical of them all. It was the easiest as well despite the need to master forcing smiles to look natural. Other than that, only three words were necessary, two if the joint of the verb to the pronoun counted as one.
Who had not said “I’m fine” without truly meaning it? Seo Ah shouldn’t be the only one committing such an innocent crime. As long as she wasn’t caught, the lie would persist for the benefits of everyone, she believed.
Even so, there would always be a select few recognizing the signs of pretense. Boa seemed to fall under this category. The soloist didn’t mention much about her day. It was her appearance that gave away her facade. Barely keeping her eyes open, she asked for tea – “the one with the highest level of caffeine, please” – and for Cloud the chinchilla to stay on her lap.
“People expect you to recover. People expect you from returning to your self. People only wish for the good to prevail in your life– but none seemed to realize how someone’s pace is unique. Not everyone had the capacity to feel better in an expected amount of time. Can you believe if there were such things as deadlines from feeling at your worst?”
She spilled words without warnings. The cup of tea placed underneath her nose, Seo Ah remained quiet until the aroma awoke her senses once more. A sudden need to confess ensued despite the older female doing her translating work on the side, piles of books and dictionaries getting in the way.
Perhaps saying “I’m fine” had a purpose behind it. Why would she be so tenacious to employ such an overused reply, knowing perfectly well that it was just an automatism over time? Could she actually fix this? Why hadn’t she tried to do otherwise then?
“I understand what they are trying to do though. They only mean well. They worry. I mean, it would only be a burden if I keep saying I am not well. People will walk away, assuming things, misinterpreting. I just gave up at this point. I just say I am fine. I smile. They leave me alone. I meet other people. I repeat the same act. It’s so much easier than to consistently explain and not having your thoughts processed properly by others.”
Was it truly that easy or was it just weariness getting the better of herself? She paused to contemplate this sudden lack of precision in her trail of thoughts. The answer had yet to be given to her.
“And there’s this responsibility I must follow as a public figure. There’s an image I need to keep at all costs despite the consequences done from past events within my private life. Eh, isn’t it silly? Speaking as if we have several lives within one, several identities when there’s only one encompassing them all.”
Finding fragments of someone was an easy task. Gathering them to form the final image of the puzzle wasn’t. No wonder the number of individuals connected to another decreased when it came to intimacy. To be welcomed in someone else’s home, Seo Ah got to see aspects she couldn’t grasp from a simple meeting at a local tea shop. Was that why she was opening up to Boa? The older seemed receptive to her complaint.
“You know, Unni. This life I chose, I don’t regret it. I love it actually. I am a singer-songwriter. I manage to make my dream come true… still, I am a bit disappointed.” The singer sighed and took a sip of her tea. “I don’t feel free once I learn the mechanism behind the entertainment industry. So I pretend in order to survive this lifestyle. In a way, that’s somewhat part of reality, right? Telling “I’m fine” all the time doesn’t seem like a bad thing in the end. I would like to think that way.”
If said repeatedly, maybe she would believe it herself.
Or better, she would be fine.
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Kris is smooth, he swears it but he hardly ever proves it. And maybe that’s because he’s not really all that smooth in reality. In his head?? Smooth as butter. But other than that he kinda.. SUCKS at that whole word thing. You know, speaking. But he is good at singing, and that’s the most important thing right now, because he’s showed up at Boa’s place and is currently standing outside her door, a throat clear follows and instead of knocking he just--.
“I’M COMIN’ OUT OF MY CAGE AND I’VE BEEN DOING JUST FINE-.”
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❝ Pinch me cause I know it’s a mistake. ❞
It was. Truly, it was. It wouldn’t be in another occasion, in another dimension or in a future that could have been, but never happened. How sad to even classify it as a mistake.
That alone broke her heart– as if the pieces weren’t already at the bottom of rib cage. She hadn’t gathered them yet. And she wouldn’t. Seo Ah gave up gluing them together. Too tiring, she would say. Time-consuming, she believed after several failed attempts.
Worthless, even. She didn’t deserve happiness, it seemed. It would only shatter in front of her, preventing its fall to be stopped.
She looked at the older female with a broken smile. Her eyes were glued to the ground the entire time the performance was on TV. The remote sank deep in the couch by the time it started, only to be found at the very end.
“It’s okay though. BTS is having a comeback, right?” Chuckling weakly, she petted Cloud, the adorable chinchilla, in hopes that would soothe her. “It’s just… I guess we should have watched a drama instead of M!Countdown.”
Months passed and yet, something within her refused to accept the unfortunate reality. It was almost pathetic. To cling onto memories, to still seek coherence to an illogical string of events, to demand answers to absurdity– yeah, nothing made sense. She should just accept that by now.
A glance at the television was enough to make her swallow the lump within her throat.
Seo Ah thought she was fine. She truly was, for a moment.
Not anymore.
Her fault.