(run, run, run) as fast as you can
(run, run, run) as fast as you can
623 words | taemin/yoona
An orbit, she calls it and he deems it apt: for objects in orbit are constantly falling towards one another but kept forever apart by the velocity with which they travel.
(run, run, run) as fast as you can
They are acquaintances at best.
For all the sweet nothings they whisper beneath the cowl of the night, they are hardly more than strangers. Though, there is something intrinsically romantic in the way Fate pulls them towards one another, no matter how far they drift. An orbit, she calls it and he deems it apt: for objects in orbit are constantly falling towards one another but kept forever apart by the velocity with which they travel.
And that is Yoona and Taemin in a nutshell.
They meet through a mutual friend and exchange pleasantries. Then favorite songs. Then phone numbers. By the end of two weeks, they are inseparable. For all intents and purposes, they are the formulaic couple - all bright laughter and soft gestures. Two weeks more and she leaves for Belgium for an art show. She tells him she should be back in a month.
Taemin does not see Yoona for three years.
They meet for the second time at a New Year’s Eve party in the penthouse suite of some ritzy hotel. The view is breathtaking but they are too smashingly inebriated to take note of anything but the alarming tilt of the floor. They are giggling like schoolchildren as they fall over each other in their haste to make it to the elevator. There are vague memories of drunken accusations, garbled apologies and fumbling kisses when he wakes up on New Year’s Day but his phone is ringing insistently in an attempt to redefine the notion of a headache, so he does not dwell on the pieces. Seeing fourteen missed messages, he dresses in haste and heads out the door. He does, however, have the decency to leave two tablets of paracetamol and a glass of water for his bedmate.
Yoona gratefully takes the painkillers when she wakes but she does not hear from Taemin again for seven months.
When they meet for the third time, she is lit by embarrassed anger and he by indignant fury. There is yelling and screaming but also a quiet acceptance that neither owes the other anything - not an explanation, not an apology - for they are little more than strangers. Still, there is a strange pull, an attraction that is not quite, that compels them to sit together for a cup of coffee. For long conversations about nothing. For an apartment purchase. They have all the makings of a married couple, sans the two-point-five kids and white picket fence, but through it all, they’re still only acquaintances at most.
It is to be expected, they acknowledge, as they phase in and out of each other’s lives just as easily as when they lived on opposite sides of the world. It is their nature to run, to chase - to move in tandem with the earth beneath their feet.
What do you know about me, Taemin asks one day, to which Yoona replies, you write, you’re inordinately fond of skinny jeans and you kick in your sleep. And Taemin realizes the things he knows about Yoona are just as superficially intimate. But this is them and they are content with just snippets of the each other; after all, it is all they can collect in the rare snatches where they are present in the same moment.
It’s odd, a friend once remarked, you guys disappear for months at a time without saying a word to each other and when you come back, it’s like that lost time never was. They’ve tried to explain it once upon a time, how there’s no point in saying farewell when it is inevitable that they should meet again, but the world does not understand.
So they continue to run, knowing that they will never once fall out of orbit.
623 words | taemin/yoona
An orbit, she calls it and he deems it apt: for objects in orbit are constantly falling towards one another but kept forever apart by the velocity with which they travel.
(run, run, run) as fast as you can
They are acquaintances at best.
For all the sweet nothings they whisper beneath the cowl of the night, they are hardly more than strangers. Though, there is something intrinsically romantic in the way Fate pulls them towards one another, no matter how far they drift. An orbit, she calls it and he deems it apt: for objects in orbit are constantly falling towards one another but kept forever apart by the velocity with which they travel.
And that is Yoona and Taemin in a nutshell.
They meet through a mutual friend and exchange pleasantries. Then favorite songs. Then phone numbers. By the end of two weeks, they are inseparable. For all intents and purposes, they are the formulaic couple - all bright laughter and soft gestures. Two weeks more and she leaves for Belgium for an art show. She tells him she should be back in a month.
Taemin does not see Yoona for three years.
They meet for the second time at a New Year’s Eve party in the penthouse suite of some ritzy hotel. The view is breathtaking but they are too smashingly inebriated to take note of anything but the alarming tilt of the floor. They are giggling like schoolchildren as they fall over each other in their haste to make it to the elevator. There are vague memories of drunken accusations, garbled apologies and fumbling kisses when he wakes up on New Year’s Day but his phone is ringing insistently in an attempt to redefine the notion of a headache, so he does not dwell on the pieces. Seeing fourteen missed messages, he dresses in haste and heads out the door. He does, however, have the decency to leave two tablets of paracetamol and a glass of water for his bedmate.
Yoona gratefully takes the painkillers when she wakes but she does not hear from Taemin again for seven months.
When they meet for the third time, she is lit by embarrassed anger and he by indignant fury. There is yelling and screaming but also a quiet acceptance that neither owes the other anything - not an explanation, not an apology - for they are little more than strangers. Still, there is a strange pull, an attraction that is not quite, that compels them to sit together for a cup of coffee. For long conversations about nothing. For an apartment purchase. They have all the makings of a married couple, sans the two-point-five kids and white picket fence, but through it all, they’re still only acquaintances at most.
It is to be expected, they acknowledge, as they phase in and out of each other’s lives just as easily as when they lived on opposite sides of the world. It is their nature to run, to chase - to move in tandem with the earth beneath their feet.
What do you know about me, Taemin asks one day, to which Yoona replies, you write, you’re inordinately fond of skinny jeans and you kick in your sleep. And Taemin realizes the things he knows about Yoona are just as superficially intimate. But this is them and they are content with just snippets of the each other; after all, it is all they can collect in the rare snatches where they are present in the same moment.
It’s odd, a friend once remarked, you guys disappear for months at a time without saying a word to each other and when you come back, it’s like that lost time never was. They’ve tried to explain it once upon a time, how there’s no point in saying farewell when it is inevitable that they should meet again, but the world does not understand.
So they continue to run, knowing that they will never once fall out of orbit.