#srkiyong

[remisr-blog]

coping mechanism.

@srkiyong.

when she opens her eyes to the wash of blue and silver and navy, she smiles softly. the time on the clock is frozen and still, the world around her is heavy, laden down with an unnatural silence, the stillness of things that shouldn’t be still, haven’t been since the dawn of time. the wind freezes, the rain pauses, the world must even stop on its axis, she thinks. she lays like that in the small bed of her studio apartment for awhile, lets time wash over her, past her, extra seconds stolen, calculates how many extra hours she’s earned by being a citizen of iri, hours of life that others aren’t so lucky to have, artificially stolen.

the thought sours her expression, has her rolling over onto her side to examine the world outside her window - still and frozen, quiet. an artificial calm. it isn’t until a knock comes at her door that she shifts, stands, seems almost to float over to the door, fingers curling around the knob to pull it open. she knows it will be him the moment she hears the knock - there are only so many people that turn up to see her, only one or two who would come uninvited, and one only who would come this late.

so she opens the door to beckon him in, tired eyes fixing against the curve of his jaw, dragging up to his features and sliding away just as quickly. “you want something to eat?”

even now, sometimes, its difficult to look at him. it isn’t even that they look all that similar, kiyong and his brother. her boyfriend. her first love. it sinks into her skin, a cold and frigid truth that freezes in her veins. she chews at the side of her lip, fingers scratching idly at her upper arm, hair tousled and frizzed where it falls around her shoulders. “not busy with miso or jae or something?” she questions as she moves to the kitchen, rifles through the near emptied interior to find something to offer him. “i basically...only have kimbap.” she admits finally, turns her head back to look at him.  and just like that, she meets his gaze, and she’s hooked. caught. sinking into wide, dark eyes, a lurch in her chest as her heart drags her towards him, like a magnetic pull. it would be easier to explain all this on something like that, some unstoppable force of nature that forbids her from denying him, keeps her from escaping. the next thing she knows her fingers are curled lightly into the hem of his shirt, thumb smoothing against the softened cotton, thin and shabby, a hole at the edge near the seam that she toys with, gaze focused, distractedly, on the unravelling of the threads. “why’d you come?” they both know the reason.

[srminji-blog]

same old

@srkiyong

She had barely slept. Maybe 2 hours at most. It was still an ungodly hour, but she had more or less expected it to be. When your mind is moving at miles a minute even though your body can barely move an inch, no matter how tired you were it’s impossible if not everything is on the same page. Call it her curiosity, or her nosiness, that kept her up, but she questions burning in the back of her mind that she wanted answers to. They were all questions she really had no right to know the answer to, but wanted to toy with the idea that maybe she could get what she wanted.

She had tact, at least. She knew better than to ask when the soil was still fresh, even though it was all over the papers. Avoiding the topic was easy enough, their conversations had never ventured that far into the personal. Days, weeks and months passed, and by now, to most, it was just another event that occurred. Unimportant, insignificant to your average citizen and by all means it should be to her as well but Minji was always curious, and the most burning question she had always sat at the tip of her tongue waiting for the right moment to spill out.

Pages rustled as she fumbled around her a hoodie to slip on, newspaper clippings falling out of some pages as one of a handful of volumes slipped from the mattress. She didn’t want to be a distraction at home, so here she was at the motel again. Her brother had an early morning ahead of him, and Minji wanted a late night for herself, whisking away some of the older volumes at home with her to read, and some newer ones to write in. She hastily stuffed the newspaper clippings back in their respective book, stuffing one in the front pocket of her hoodie in the off chance it became relevant before she slipped on her shoes, not bothering to even put them on properly as she headed out the door.

That familiar face at the front desk always brought something of a smile to Minji’s lips. It was the tiniest little curve, always followed with a wave as she settled herself on the corner of the desk, legs crossed, half put-on shoes barely hanging on by the tips of her toes.

“Slow night?”

[srmiso-blog]

suspension.

@srkiyong ; samak park, 1am

miso has always loved the crispness of the night air in iri, always whipping clean and clear and cool through her hair, across her cheeks, tousling long strands of hair into escaping from a messy ponytail. the best part of iri is that there is always something to be discovered, uncovered, revealed. they had taken to the streets in the dwindling hours of the night, the suspended quiet of the blue hour. it lingers around them even now like a miasmatic cloud of calm, a peacefulness that she can feel slipping away from her bit by bit as color returns to the world, blue draining away to reveal the natural saturation of their surroundings. her toes drag against the rubbery surface of the playground as she walks, headed for the jungle gym.

she's always been an adventurous girl, lithe and energetic, muscle built from climbing and running and jumping and exploring, and this hasn't changed a bit over the years. the climb to the apex of the structure is familiar, the slightest ache of muscle as it extends, flexes, drawing the slight weight of her up along the bars. the girl settles into place at the top, room left for the boy moving just as effortlessly up after her, all slender limbs and pale skin and a somewhat perpetual smirk etched against his features. she scrunches her nose as she lifts a foot, pretending she might drive the heel of her beaten black doc martens into his forehead, even as she fumbles in the pockets of the pale purple bomber she's wearing to produce a lighter.

"you've got some on you right?" she questions hopefully, mimes putting a cigarette to her lips as she does, a hum when he settles into place beside her. she slides a little closer, the two of them perched at the top, surveying the park around them like it might be their singular domain, king and queen of the strange stillness of one am in iri. she leans her head to the side, against his shoulder, a groan as she stretches her legs out. "bit of a bummer." she adds, slightly sulkily, referencing the fact they had not come across bear after all, despite it having been promised to her he'd been sighted in the area just moments before she burst into kiyong's room and dragged him outside with her. her back pack rests, camera inside, at the bottom of the structure - she's rarely seen without it. "i think i've got a flask in my bag, if you want me to go grab it."