#ultracocobabe

[melxodrava]

vuslat + apollo/marcel

ok i had so much fun writing this i am so emotional now hsdhfshdf

Apollo couldn’t believe his eyes.

It had been too long. Probably a year or two (three, his mind corrects himself, but he hastily ignores it.) Everyone around his is congratulating him on a wonderful exhibit, on how his artistry is like no one else’s, filled with such emotion and sorrow.

He smiles at them, out of courtesy, saying his thanks that they took the trouble to come here. But it’s all just out of habit. He’s not really listening to them or looking at them. All their words are coming out his other ear because all he can focus on at the moment is that familiar face and (oh so) familiar body standing in front of one of his paintings.

He gulps, unsure if this really is him. His hair is different, he has more wrinkles, but as Apollo approaches he grows more and more sure that it really is him. His heart is beating much too fast, thumping loudly in his ears–

“Marcel?” he asks, tentative.

His heart stops when he turns to him and smiles that knowing smile and suddenly Apollo is whole again.

[tiintenherz]

(22) tomorrow

one word writing prompts – not accepting

22. tomorrow

when taesoo laughs he does it with his whole body.

hana observes the way his eyes close, watches the curve of his neck when he throws his head back, carefree. taesoo never looks better than when he is carefree. when he stops laughing and looks at her, eyes questioning what is going on hana only smiles. “you’re handsome when you laugh.” her voice sounds more confident these days, she projects it better. the quiet girl who could barely be noticed in school is changed, all thanks to him.

taesoo doesn’t say a word about it, but she sees the way his cheeks turn a soft shade of red and how his eyes shine. he pulls hana towards him and kisses her, his hands holding her face so softly it feels like taesoo is afraid of hurting her. hana knows that is a part of his personality reserved only for her; his light touches, his soft tone. taesoo is rough around the edges, but for her he tries to smooth them.

it’s when they pull back that she sees it, the bruises on his hands. taesoo always shows up like this, bruises and scratches covering his skin, disappearing in the middle of the night while she sleeps, showing up in the early hours with dark circles around his eyes. hana can be innocent, but she is not dumb, she knows there is something he is not telling her, something she is afraid to ask.

“some asshole started shit at the club, this is nothing.” taesoo says when he catches her looking at his hands. he holds her by the shoulders and looks her in the eyes. “nothing you have to worry.” and hana knows he means it, but she still does.

“are you part of the security team now?” hana holds his hands, fingers brushing against his skin. “i don’t like to see you hurt, that’s all.”

for a moment they look at each other and she wonders what he is hiding from her, what is so terrible that taesoo can’t tell her. she wonders about what he does when they are not together, where he goes and who are the people he is fighting.

she knows one day she will have to ask and for now courage fails her. every day hana tells herself she will ask, she will find it in her to do it, but one smile from taesoo, one kiss and she pushes the doubts to the back of her mind, throws it to some dark corner. for once hana wants to be selfish and doesn’t want to ruin what they have.

“i will be more careful, i promise.” taesoo leans forward to kiss her forehead, his thumb caressing her fingers. “i don’t want to worry the prettiest girl i know.”

“you don’t know many girls, do you?” her tone is playful and hana knows he’s deflecting again, helping her forget the doubts.

“i know plenty, but no one is prettier than you.” he smiles and pulls her close as they start walking. “come on, let’s go home. i’ll make you dinner and then we’ll watch that drama you like.”

hana smiles, the feeling of happiness inside her heart so big it could explode. for now her doubts are abandoned one more time and she promises herself to ask him about the truth tomorrow.

or maybe the tomorrow after that.

[powertuffs-blog]

; saturday afternoon

@ultracocobabe​

out of the pristine white uniform, sunhee usually spent her days off in her apartment. a meal for herself prepared, the laundry awaiting to be folded as she played one more game. and that was her definition of a day well spent. she didn’t really go out, didn’t really have a lot of friends in her adult life. most of the friends she had now were from work, sometimes a friend from university would invite her for a drink which she’d gladly agree to but she wasn’t in touch with anyone from high school anymore.

sometimes, she made friends with hospital patients too.

everyone that came in and out of the hospital that went under her caring supervision had to tell their own unique stories. and often did sunhee find herself in the receiving end of those stories. there was once an eighty year old woman who never married, instead she travelled the world and saw places. she was quite eccentric, telling sunhee to not let people tell her what to do. and she found it oddly soothing how she gave an advice sunhee needed without asking for it.

at twenty-five, everyone was already expecting her to settle down and get married. her mother was pressuring her to meet a man, often setting her up with the sons of her business partners but sunhee didn’t want to get married. sunhee didn’t even want a man.

this was her best kept secret.

nobody knew, not even her mother nor the person from high school she used to call her best friend. and she was fine with it, fine with living within her bubble and not acting upon the attraction she felt for other women.

in her point of view, she wasn’t obligated to tell anyone about this. and anyway, she was far too busy involved in her job to pursue anyone. she was beginning to think that it was much better this way. the rest of the nurses saw her as this high, upstanding woman, reliable and everyone could look up to her. she was only twenty five but she had already made her way to the top of the ward. it was nice, having responsibility, but she didn’t have time for herself these days.

so a day off spent differently was something she needed. and this was all thanks to a friend she met in the hospital. one of the many people she met while doing her profession, and despite her being among the many, she wasn’t someone forgettable nor was she someone that didn’t stand out.

more than anything, sunhee pained for the younger kids the ward. they should have spent their childhood running around, playing with their friends and going to school. she found that same feeling when she met seohyun.

seohyun should have been out in a university, learning everything she ever wanted and pursuing whatever higher education she wanted to. or perhaps travelling the world and seeing its wonders. but instead she was stuck inside the white hospital room. maybe it was fate or luck that brought them together, but a perfect timing of sunhee seeing her play games brought them closer together.

they both loved games, and they bonded over that. sunhee brought her consoles sometimes, slipped it into seohyun’s hands to let her kill time. it was the reason why she was out and about, in a pretty dress and flat shoes on a saturday afternoon. she sat by a bench, smoothing out her skirt and eyes glued to her phone. she sent her friend a message, telling her she had arrived at their meeting place.

for some reason, this oddly felt like a date. she was both excited and nervous, seeing seohyun for the first time out of the hospital gown