you don't forget things like this
you don't forget things like this
1507 w, pg (sojin/jonghyun)
jonghyun's first love didn't love him back.
a/n okay! so!
[] this is terribly cliche and i am sorry. but, i wanted to write them after i saw them on director's cut together
[] they're really cut and i wanted to try something new ;__; don't judge me
[] i find sojin from girl's day amazingly beautiful and talented. idek, she's one of my new biases. and, i wish people wrote more girl's day in general. she can play piano/sing and is adorable
[] when i watched her on director's cute she seemed pretty dry and kind of boyish. i liked that about her a lot.
if no one reads this i will still love sojin/jonghyun ♥
Jonghyun was never taught how to walk properly.
Maybe if penguins had taught him to walk then it would make sense, but then again it wouldn't. Penguins waddle, not walk, and Jonghyun waddles. If this were a syllogism, the conclusion would therefore be that he was a penguin - but he didn't think that was the case. So he waddles in the shoes that are a size too big because he borrowed Jungshin's sneakers for gym class and forgot to return them, and they're more comfortable than his stupid leather dress shoes.
But it also makes his waddling problem more evident, and she notices.
"Are you okay?" She asks, looking at him.
He looks up and sees some girl. She's pretty with these weird shaped eyes and thick bangs covering her forehead. For a moment, he wonders if she has a scar there, like Harry Potter or something. It then becomes evident that he is staring, "What? Oh, no no no no no -" He reiterates and stutters. He is such a loser.
"Okay," Is all she replies with and a smile too. Her smile says a lot but Jonghyun isn't so sure.
He tries to interpret it after she leaves but then remembers he was never good at reading lips.
Jonghyun, absentmindedly, tries to find her again one day. He has nothing better to do around this music school anyways.
He wonders what instrument she plays because it is a guarantee that she does play one. After all, this is a school for the musically gifted.
He doesn't bother asking Jungshin on whether he knows her or not because then he would have to describe her. And the amount of detail that Jonghyun could go into is undoubtedly embarrassing, so he ventures off on his own.
Surprisingly, he finds her. He also finds that she plays piano.
He watches from the door frame because she is alone and in it, it being the mode. The mode is something he had come up with because he got in it too, and it was intense. Or he was intense, but she - she was just beautiful.
Her voice isn't sweet or gentle, but there's something raw about it that he wants to reach out and touch. It's raspy and new. Jonghyun claps for her when she finishes.
She looks back over her shoulder with a puzzled face and smiles again when she sees him. Jonghyun still can't read her lips, but he hears her.
"I'm Sojin."
It takes him two trips from the school building to his broken down moped in order to find a wrench. Honestly, he doesn't know what he is going to do with it, but he figures it should help fix the thing up.
Sojin approaches with a crooked smirk and he flusters himself all up and ends up dropping the wrench on his foot. It is a big wrench too, and honestly, it should hurt, but Jonghyun's pride seems to hurt more.
"What are you doing here?" He asks nervously. It is evident that he has a crush on her, even if he only knows three things about her. She can sing, she can play piano, and her name is Sojin.
"I go to school here," She replies dryly, tilting her head.
He gulps, "Right."
"Do you need someone to help you fix your moped?" She asks, looking over. Obviously, he is not cool enough to own a motorcycle.
"Uh .. yeah. Do you have a brother or something? Who can fix this? Cause I have a doctor's appointment," He shuffles awkwardly.
She shakes her head in a no but merely bends down and picks up the wrench. She sits on the ground, clad in her plaid skirt, and unscrews some stuff and gets oil on her face and blouse - but keeps going. Jonghyun gawks and after six minutes flat she hands the wrench back to him.
"There you go," she wipes off the dirt on her face shamelessly with her sleeve.
He, shamelessly, falls in love.
Her humor is really dry and almost nonexistent. But she likes working with her hands, playing piano and singing songs about heartbreak. Jonghyun discovers that she's mature and not willing to love him back because she isn't stupid.
She knows he's going to be famous one day, she can already tell.
"There'd be no point in falling in love with you," she says, resting her hand in the palm of her chin. Jonghyun frowns. "Why not?"
"You're going to get famous, and because you're different, you will be even more popular. Like that waddle thing you do - it will be your signature thing."
"Well, you can become famous too," He wants to tell her to love him back, please, but he doesn't. She doesn't.
"I'll only end up breaking your heart, you know."
"What? Why would you even say that?"
"It's true!"
"Hah. Maybe I'll end up breaking your heart," Jonghyun replies wistfully.
She frowns, "You can't do that."
"Why not?"
"Jonghyun, you can't break what isn't there."
There's this one day in random, a day when they're not dating because they never actually do, and she grabs his hand. Jonghyun drops the pick he was holding for his guitar. It's this custom made pick from Arizona or something, and he needs to let go of her hand in order to pick it back up because his other hand is holding the neck of his guitar.
She doesn't let him.
"What are you doing?" Jonghyun blinks a few times. He feels his palms starting to sweat.
"You like me, right?"
"Well .. yeah, but -"
"Then this isn't a big deal," Sojin replies hastily, squeezing.
Jonghyun looks at her until he she blinks so that he knows she's alive. But when she does blink he sees water rim the edges of her eyes. Her lip quivers, her gaze trembles, but he doesn't say anything about it. He just squeezes her hand back.
Sojin starts missing school. The days seem lonelier without her wanting to sing with him that popular american song, and without her trying to teach him how to play piano. But he shouldn't be this attached because they're not in love. It's one sided, only his side, and he wouldn't be able to name why if anyone had ever asked him.
Jonghyun realizes that he doesn't even have her number and that they have only known each other for three and a half months now.
"I am ridiculous," He says lazily, rubbing his eyes. Who falls in love in three and a half months? He does.
"I am so fucking ridiculous," He swears.
While he waits for her in the piano room that night, he paces around. In the next hours of her not showing up, he learns how to walk in a straight line, one foot after another.
"I'm sick."
"What? I don't think you're that dark humored -"
"No, I mean, I'm sick." Sojin looks at him one day in the eye. It's the first time that his heart actually stops. He knows this is not some cold or flu.
And then he stops denying the fact that her wrists are skinnier than before and she's pale. Her eyes are deadpan and her lips are chapped. Jonghyun has never kissed them because she would not appreciate it - because she would only ever break his heart.
"Oh," Is all he manages to utter out. His lungs swell and he figures he has trouble breathing. There's a dislocated pulse because something in him hurts, but she doesn't seem to hurt nearly as much as he does.
"You can't say I didn't warn you."
"Yeah., Sojin - I'm really sorry."
"It's a good thing you didn't love me that much, right?"
He pauses and swallows down the lump in his throat. He could almost choke. "Right."
"I'm going to the states and I'm going to get treated though. I'll come back and you'll be famous - and we'll be okay."
Jonghyun nods. He leans in and presses his lips against hers until it hurts. He closes her eyes and she keeps hers open, tears streaming in glacial paces. After awhile, she closes her eyes too. So, they kiss again. And again. And again - until it doesn't hurt anymore.
They're playing a drinking game, him and Yonghwa. Yonghwa looks at him with a toothy smile, taking down another shot.
"When was your first love?" He asked.
"High school," Jonghyun replied. "Although, it was my first love. I don't think she ever, really loved me back."
"What? Then how does that even count," Yonghwa asked with a light, intoxicated laugh.
Jonghyun licks the aftertaste of vodka off his lips.
"Because I loved her, a lot."
That night, he waddles out of the bar, still sober.
He's drunk on nostalgia and nothing else, but it makes him feel better for awhile. Less unhappy. There's a piercing in his side and he realizes that his phone is vibrating.
So, do you still walk funny? - Sojin
1507 w, pg (sojin/jonghyun)
jonghyun's first love didn't love him back.
a/n okay! so!
[] this is terribly cliche and i am sorry. but, i wanted to write them after i saw them on director's cut together
[] they're really cut and i wanted to try something new ;__; don't judge me
[] i find sojin from girl's day amazingly beautiful and talented. idek, she's one of my new biases. and, i wish people wrote more girl's day in general. she can play piano/sing and is adorable
[] when i watched her on director's cute she seemed pretty dry and kind of boyish. i liked that about her a lot.
if no one reads this i will still love sojin/jonghyun ♥
Jonghyun was never taught how to walk properly.
Maybe if penguins had taught him to walk then it would make sense, but then again it wouldn't. Penguins waddle, not walk, and Jonghyun waddles. If this were a syllogism, the conclusion would therefore be that he was a penguin - but he didn't think that was the case. So he waddles in the shoes that are a size too big because he borrowed Jungshin's sneakers for gym class and forgot to return them, and they're more comfortable than his stupid leather dress shoes.
But it also makes his waddling problem more evident, and she notices.
"Are you okay?" She asks, looking at him.
He looks up and sees some girl. She's pretty with these weird shaped eyes and thick bangs covering her forehead. For a moment, he wonders if she has a scar there, like Harry Potter or something. It then becomes evident that he is staring, "What? Oh, no no no no no -" He reiterates and stutters. He is such a loser.
"Okay," Is all she replies with and a smile too. Her smile says a lot but Jonghyun isn't so sure.
He tries to interpret it after she leaves but then remembers he was never good at reading lips.
Jonghyun, absentmindedly, tries to find her again one day. He has nothing better to do around this music school anyways.
He wonders what instrument she plays because it is a guarantee that she does play one. After all, this is a school for the musically gifted.
He doesn't bother asking Jungshin on whether he knows her or not because then he would have to describe her. And the amount of detail that Jonghyun could go into is undoubtedly embarrassing, so he ventures off on his own.
Surprisingly, he finds her. He also finds that she plays piano.
He watches from the door frame because she is alone and in it, it being the mode. The mode is something he had come up with because he got in it too, and it was intense. Or he was intense, but she - she was just beautiful.
Her voice isn't sweet or gentle, but there's something raw about it that he wants to reach out and touch. It's raspy and new. Jonghyun claps for her when she finishes.
She looks back over her shoulder with a puzzled face and smiles again when she sees him. Jonghyun still can't read her lips, but he hears her.
"I'm Sojin."
It takes him two trips from the school building to his broken down moped in order to find a wrench. Honestly, he doesn't know what he is going to do with it, but he figures it should help fix the thing up.
Sojin approaches with a crooked smirk and he flusters himself all up and ends up dropping the wrench on his foot. It is a big wrench too, and honestly, it should hurt, but Jonghyun's pride seems to hurt more.
"What are you doing here?" He asks nervously. It is evident that he has a crush on her, even if he only knows three things about her. She can sing, she can play piano, and her name is Sojin.
"I go to school here," She replies dryly, tilting her head.
He gulps, "Right."
"Do you need someone to help you fix your moped?" She asks, looking over. Obviously, he is not cool enough to own a motorcycle.
"Uh .. yeah. Do you have a brother or something? Who can fix this? Cause I have a doctor's appointment," He shuffles awkwardly.
She shakes her head in a no but merely bends down and picks up the wrench. She sits on the ground, clad in her plaid skirt, and unscrews some stuff and gets oil on her face and blouse - but keeps going. Jonghyun gawks and after six minutes flat she hands the wrench back to him.
"There you go," she wipes off the dirt on her face shamelessly with her sleeve.
He, shamelessly, falls in love.
Her humor is really dry and almost nonexistent. But she likes working with her hands, playing piano and singing songs about heartbreak. Jonghyun discovers that she's mature and not willing to love him back because she isn't stupid.
She knows he's going to be famous one day, she can already tell.
"There'd be no point in falling in love with you," she says, resting her hand in the palm of her chin. Jonghyun frowns. "Why not?"
"You're going to get famous, and because you're different, you will be even more popular. Like that waddle thing you do - it will be your signature thing."
"Well, you can become famous too," He wants to tell her to love him back, please, but he doesn't. She doesn't.
"I'll only end up breaking your heart, you know."
"What? Why would you even say that?"
"It's true!"
"Hah. Maybe I'll end up breaking your heart," Jonghyun replies wistfully.
She frowns, "You can't do that."
"Why not?"
"Jonghyun, you can't break what isn't there."
There's this one day in random, a day when they're not dating because they never actually do, and she grabs his hand. Jonghyun drops the pick he was holding for his guitar. It's this custom made pick from Arizona or something, and he needs to let go of her hand in order to pick it back up because his other hand is holding the neck of his guitar.
She doesn't let him.
"What are you doing?" Jonghyun blinks a few times. He feels his palms starting to sweat.
"You like me, right?"
"Well .. yeah, but -"
"Then this isn't a big deal," Sojin replies hastily, squeezing.
Jonghyun looks at her until he she blinks so that he knows she's alive. But when she does blink he sees water rim the edges of her eyes. Her lip quivers, her gaze trembles, but he doesn't say anything about it. He just squeezes her hand back.
Sojin starts missing school. The days seem lonelier without her wanting to sing with him that popular american song, and without her trying to teach him how to play piano. But he shouldn't be this attached because they're not in love. It's one sided, only his side, and he wouldn't be able to name why if anyone had ever asked him.
Jonghyun realizes that he doesn't even have her number and that they have only known each other for three and a half months now.
"I am ridiculous," He says lazily, rubbing his eyes. Who falls in love in three and a half months? He does.
"I am so fucking ridiculous," He swears.
While he waits for her in the piano room that night, he paces around. In the next hours of her not showing up, he learns how to walk in a straight line, one foot after another.
"I'm sick."
"What? I don't think you're that dark humored -"
"No, I mean, I'm sick." Sojin looks at him one day in the eye. It's the first time that his heart actually stops. He knows this is not some cold or flu.
And then he stops denying the fact that her wrists are skinnier than before and she's pale. Her eyes are deadpan and her lips are chapped. Jonghyun has never kissed them because she would not appreciate it - because she would only ever break his heart.
"Oh," Is all he manages to utter out. His lungs swell and he figures he has trouble breathing. There's a dislocated pulse because something in him hurts, but she doesn't seem to hurt nearly as much as he does.
"You can't say I didn't warn you."
"Yeah., Sojin - I'm really sorry."
"It's a good thing you didn't love me that much, right?"
He pauses and swallows down the lump in his throat. He could almost choke. "Right."
"I'm going to the states and I'm going to get treated though. I'll come back and you'll be famous - and we'll be okay."
Jonghyun nods. He leans in and presses his lips against hers until it hurts. He closes her eyes and she keeps hers open, tears streaming in glacial paces. After awhile, she closes her eyes too. So, they kiss again. And again. And again - until it doesn't hurt anymore.
They're playing a drinking game, him and Yonghwa. Yonghwa looks at him with a toothy smile, taking down another shot.
"When was your first love?" He asked.
"High school," Jonghyun replied. "Although, it was my first love. I don't think she ever, really loved me back."
"What? Then how does that even count," Yonghwa asked with a light, intoxicated laugh.
Jonghyun licks the aftertaste of vodka off his lips.
"Because I loved her, a lot."
That night, he waddles out of the bar, still sober.
He's drunk on nostalgia and nothing else, but it makes him feel better for awhile. Less unhappy. There's a piercing in his side and he realizes that his phone is vibrating.
So, do you still walk funny? - Sojin