#umryusol

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back to summer

2019 with @umryusol​

“you haven’t changed much, huh?”

this time, she brings the bits of new york city back to him. aiden wonders why she’s the embodiment of wherever he’s not at the moment and what he misses, and thinks it’s some sort of divine will shit that people talk about. or maybe it’s the triteness in him that he carries as a photographer, sentimentality being the vital trait of a ‘starving artist’ who feeds on these wistful sentiments. 

ugh, c’mon, aiden. that shit’s so lame.

“not that i changed much either, except i’m as broke as ever. heck, maybe even broke-r. shit sucks sometimes, but at least the food’s good.” he’s never really an awkward one in one-to-one conversations, and for the most part that trait of him stays grounded. mindlessly whisking the straw in his overly-sweet iced coffee, he leans back to the cafe’s rock-hard seat. takes a better look at her and smiles. kind of uncanny how they’re in another starbucks and chatting all over again, except the last one was 6000-whatever miles away. 

also uncanny how she’s back to him in the same season he’s left her in.

“so, what’s the story? hope you have a better reason than me with the whole coming-back-to-seoul shtick.”

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summer solstice

she smells like sweet alyssum in summer. manhattan’s taken him in since days and days back, and the bits and pieces of that city named seoul in his memory are now nothing more than a haze. for all that, she brings back those forgotten snapshots in tiny shreds. and while he can’t put it altogether into a full picture– he still gets the gist of the lost cityscape through the viewfinder: her. oh, and he can’t forget– her smile is beyond unworldly. 

did you just snap those shots at me?

he’s always been bad at lying. kind of.

yeah, you’re kind of distracting me here. you should just pose for me instead.

summer’s never been hotter with the sun this much closer to him, and her laughter melts him down way too easily. he takes the chances, grabs her hand after a few missed calls, then leaves things hushed beyond what’s been said through scorching grazes against each other’s skin.

and by the time he feels like it’s time to throw light upon everything unsaid, autumn’s on its way and she seems just a little more translucent that day.

i’m going to seoul. see you there?

he only adds that question mark because he’s unsure if she’d still shine for him next summer, after seasons past.

(maybe it’s for the better if she doesn’t.)

summer, 2018 with @umryusol

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brooklyn heights, fall 2018 with @umryusol​ | bgm.

“ugh. sol, i said don’t look– it looks staged when you know the lens is on you.”

he maunders with half his gaze through the viewfinder, dropping his camera down to focus in on her with his eyes instead. he sees her practically every other day (seldom every other two days if busy,) yet every time he takes her in, it’s as if he’s handed a new ring of flowers. every angle of hers in different days, under a different weather with unseen expressions (the way her nose crinkles every time, aside–): all untouched yet dear.

today, she’s a windflower.

“yeah, but i can tell when you’re taking pictures of me!” “maybe stop paying so much attention to me, then?”

he imitates her huffy stomp on the red maple leaves, sidewalk wet from past night’s rainstorm. it doesn’t take long before they both snort their way into bursts of laughter, hands on their stomach and mindless of other passerby making way around the two. my stomach hurts, he fusses through the small puddles in the cracks before making his way over to her, whisking away the messy strands of her hair stuck to her cheek. a pursed laugh-turned-smile on his lips holds of the distance between them.

they don’t understand.

“don’t catch a cold, what if you spread that in the kitchen?” “your way of worrying is dishonest, aiden.”

he shrugs.

let’s go grab a coffee or something before we head back, so you don’t sneeze through our kisses. he gestures for her to take her steps beside him, her hand now in the pocket of his jacket.

the warmth never lies, but they both do.

(they don’t understand.)

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past & present

back to 2013, with @umryusol

( ` high school romances are never as sentimental as you remember it to be, and noeul’s case is no different. puppy love? teenage crush? something like that. if you’re flipping the pages to this particular love story, however, boy– you’re in for the biggest cringe of your lifetime. ) get the fuck off my seat, dork. ( ` there goes the Classic Bully Line: you’ve been warned! ) ( ` proceeds to kick at the leg of the chair, letting it creak on the floor before that poor classmate of his scurries off to god knows where. ) come sit next to me, it’s gonna be a while until the teacher gets here.  ( ` drags the now-empty seat to the side of his own, his prior bearing nowhere to be seen and swept clean to a big, smitten smile. ) ( ` gestures for sol by the classroom door to make her way over, well aware that everyone’s eyes are on him and his girlfriend. yeah, that’s fucking right. his way of warning everyone that whoever lays their hand on her will never see their light of day ever again, guaranteed. )