a subdued aura encircled the park – soft fleshy digits carefully wrapping around cold steel, the balmy scent of a warm autumn night not enough to soothe the ache within her chest. irises glimmered with unshed tears, the view of familiar trainers blurred as she blinks away the sorrow that’s filling a tightened chest cavity. her mothers words are often biting, replaying themselves with merciless intent as she recalls the phone call that had been no more than an hour ago.
their fights are often ruthless, a hardened tone painstakingly dragging each and every flaw of jiyeon’s to the surface, dragging down every bit of self confidence that she had managed to accrue in her time away from the woman. she was angry with her, furious even as she says for the umpteenth time that jiyeon was to follow her exact orders down to the letter. it did not matter what she thought, what she felt, because she was the daughter of a legacy and she would not shame her.
she had been so wounded that she had merely agreed with head bowed, a heavy weight in her tone as fingers pressed increasingly familiar numbers. it was late, she probably shouldn’t bother him, and yet the compulsion to speak with him was so strong she couldn’t ignore it. she tried to right her voice, soothe jagged edges into a bright and happy tone but there was just something that was off the mark. she asks him to meet her at her favorite park in thirty minutes and when she hangs up the phone the weight presses back down onto her chest, threatening to suffocate her.
yet all she tries to do is blink away the hurt, the tears threatening to drown her in vivid blue waters. what will he think if he sees her red eyes, wet with tears and sobs threatening to flow past tiers? it’s embarrassing to feel so vulnerable in such an open place, what is she to do? it’s not a question that she can answer. @wyahnjong
▒|🌵✘━━ time isn’t on his side tonight; he has too much to do, had a few assignments to do, though now that he thinks about it, he’ll have to cram them in tomorrow between classes. after all, he has more important things to deal with. his phone glows in his hand as he glances down to check the time.
she called how long ago? almost 2 hours? his brows drop, a sigh as he thinks that she must have been alone all this time waiting for him. why did she call him in the first place, things between them were as good as ever but, late night calls like this? never. he breaks out into a jog, unable to fight off the oddly insistent thought that she needed him, really needed him, that something was wrong━ his eyes hit the sky, dark blue with big fluffy clouds overhead.
why did they get close, all that time ago? what sparked it━ no one ever stuck around like this, well, rarely. it was because he was too stiff, too nervous, too awkward. he wasn’t a people person, not to mention that he’s a murderer bad person.
he runs upon the park with a heave, stops a second to catch his breath as much as he can, but it’s still a jagged, uneven line like the drumming beat of his heart when he crosses into the empty grounds. only playground installments and the moon above there to witness. and he spots her too quickly.
his eyes glisten with caution as he approaches, hands at his sides and out of breath but he’s hopefully not too late. she pitches back and forth, looking down, and his thoughts jumble into a mess.
“i’m late,” he swallows, approaches carefully, slowly, they’re on unknown territory now. this meeting doesn’t feel like the usual ones, they aren’t this close yet (though he wishes they were). it’s all different, and he doesn’t know how to navigate it yet. “i know...i’m the worst.” he approaches a swing next to her with a steady gaze, tries to joke but it sounds strange coming from him. he ignores the red of her eyes, doesn’t know how to say anything. chooses normalcy over comfort.
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