sometimes, the two women will simply sit in staid silence.
nothing about it is uncomfortable. albeit, when it first started to occur, it was. while she had always been the kind of person to bask in moments of silence, being that her life becomes more and more hectic every day; maybe every passing moment, yorae entertains the kind of mind that can make something out of anything. for better or worse - sometimes that optimism she forced herself to take on early in life pays off - and sometimes it is drowned out by her fear of the world: of pain, rejection, of neverending darkness. however, in the relatively short time they’ve come to know one another, yorae found a thread of comfort in sooyoung’s presence.
the older woman is, to be phrased with the utmost simplicity, an idol of idols. she has an affiliation with one of those long-lasting and legendary musical groups of which everyone can name, at the bare minimum, one song. she’s accomplished a lot in her career - something yorae can look up to, maybe even model part of her own after as she ages and becomes better-seasoned in the entertainment industry. needless to say ... at first, something about sooyoung seemed ... unattainable.
but within a day of actually taking the time to speak with her - perhaps even within that very moment, the sparkling curtain fell down, and behind its thick canvas was a human being. it’s amusing, how many people wail about idols being treated as less - or more - than human. but the ones that tend to subject idols to this treatment the most are, shockingly, other idols. unconsciously, however - and with good intentions, more often than other. yorae had forgotten that choi sooyoung of girls’ generation was also choi sooyoung, of planet earth.
she was surprised with what she found behind that canvas. of course, there’s still a lot more to find, and more of it is uncovered in moments like these, where one of them breaks the comfortable silence; abandons their comfort levels.
“sunbae,” she addresses softly, though her eyes are trained on her own knees, “can i ask you something?”
