so little to say
so little to say
875 w, pg (seohyun/yonghwa)
things become habits, even if they're useless.
a/n this wasn't supposed to be angsty.
They're riding their bikes.
The pavement underneath them is shrouded with a multitude of colors, straying from bright reds to musky browns. It's starting to get cold again, the pale hand of winter reaching down and grazing the atmosphere with frosted fingers. She's ahead this time, hair fluttering back in the wind with the breeze of autumn going through every strand. He's watching out for pebbles, knowing that Jungshin's bike is infamous for crashing easily. But he wouldn't mind crashing into her, he thinks absentmindedly, she would talk to him if that happened.
Suddenly, her brakes screech.
"What's wrong?" Yonghwa stops too, a foot planting itself firmly off to the side.
"Nothing is wrong. Is my hair all messed up?" Big brown eyes cast a glance over her shoulder. He laughs and she smiles.
"It's just the two of us, Seohyun. It's not like I would really care anyways," But he gets off the bike and it topples to the ground, close enough to hit his calf when he passes by, but it falls short. He reaches out and fixes her hair that's already fallen into place, eyes looking down at her face.
"I care," Is all she replies with, watching. He touches her hair longer than necessary and she pretends like she minds when she really doesn't.
"I'm not scared of you or anything," Seohyun clairies. "I missed you, though."
"Did you really?" There's a familiar toothy grin that makes her heart flutter, but she plucks the butterflies of their wings and flicks them aside.
"I did," But it doesn't mean that things haven't changed.
She pedals away after that, leaving the memories of love along with him.
Seohyun watches Sunny.
The girl makes everything look so easy. Her heart is set free and unbound by the troubles of the world, burdens that fall on Seohyun's shoulders are ones that the other merely brushes off. There's disdain on the maknae's expression, lips pulled to form a flat line. Finally, Sunny notices.
"Everyone really loved the performance. Everyone thinks that you two should do it again, you know? It was probably the best one out of the whole concert," She even says that easily.
"I felt like it was strange."
"It wasn't strange."
"Are you lying?" Seohyun stares right through her now. Sunny doesn't lie to benefit people or herself. She's honest, so honest, but honesty doesn't spare hearts. It has a tendency to break them.
"No." She lied.
They are by a lake now, unsure how either of them got there.
It has been months - it's spring. Jonghyun sneezes and Sunny offers him a tissue, but Seohyun and Yonghwa stand still. Yonghwa isn't looking at her now, eyes settled on the ripple effect of water. There are other people at the lake, the rest of the generation and three other band members, but they find each other. It's almost habitual, even if they are saying nothing.
"How long does it take to break a habit?" Yonghwa asks suddenly.
Seohyun's foot kicks a pebble, "I don't know."
Twenty one days, she thinks.
"What? I feel you would know something like that," He blinks a few times and lets out a chuckle that gets caught in his throat.
She doesn't laugh, nor does she smile.
"I don't know what you feel," She's embarrassed to say it, but it's inevitably true.
"I don't know what I feel anymore, either," Seohyun just doesn't.
But she does. She feels like they are holding onto something, and she is not sure if it is even there anymore. She is not sure if it is even fair.
Breathing hitches and there's an abrupt, dull ache in the back of someone's skull and someone's heart - it just depends on which one of them is thinking about this logically.
"It was hard to keep missing you," He whispers.
She hears, I became tired of missing you.
"I know."
It's another year in their back pocket.
Someone tells both of them, at different times, in different places, that they're different people now.
He bumps into her on a street, but accuses her first and she takes all the blame. There's a moment of silence and an unending laugh. Comments like, Wow, your hair grew, and Wow, you cut yours. But there is one unsettling factor and one only, despite the days that have passed without contact.
Someone's lungs swell.
Yonghwa breathes, shoving his hands into his pocket (discreetly holding onto his heart.)
"What are you doing here, Seohyun?" Her name tastes familiar on his tongue. There's a heavy wind of nostalgia that brushes by, memories seeping into both of their skin.
"I'm walking," She smiles and he does too.
"How long has it been?"
"A year," Yonghwa replies without hesitiation. He wants her to know that he's been counting.
"It takes twenty one days to break a habit, you know. I googled it after that day."
"Did you really? Why did you want to know so badly?" Seohyun's brows furry, eyes rimming with curisoity.
"I don't know - but the habit I was trying to break refused to let down."
I never stopped missing you.
Seohyun sighs, "I was trying to break one too. Didn't work either."
I never stopped loving you.
875 w, pg (seohyun/yonghwa)
things become habits, even if they're useless.
a/n this wasn't supposed to be angsty.
They're riding their bikes.
The pavement underneath them is shrouded with a multitude of colors, straying from bright reds to musky browns. It's starting to get cold again, the pale hand of winter reaching down and grazing the atmosphere with frosted fingers. She's ahead this time, hair fluttering back in the wind with the breeze of autumn going through every strand. He's watching out for pebbles, knowing that Jungshin's bike is infamous for crashing easily. But he wouldn't mind crashing into her, he thinks absentmindedly, she would talk to him if that happened.
Suddenly, her brakes screech.
"What's wrong?" Yonghwa stops too, a foot planting itself firmly off to the side.
"Nothing is wrong. Is my hair all messed up?" Big brown eyes cast a glance over her shoulder. He laughs and she smiles.
"It's just the two of us, Seohyun. It's not like I would really care anyways," But he gets off the bike and it topples to the ground, close enough to hit his calf when he passes by, but it falls short. He reaches out and fixes her hair that's already fallen into place, eyes looking down at her face.
"I care," Is all she replies with, watching. He touches her hair longer than necessary and she pretends like she minds when she really doesn't.
"I'm not scared of you or anything," Seohyun clairies. "I missed you, though."
"Did you really?" There's a familiar toothy grin that makes her heart flutter, but she plucks the butterflies of their wings and flicks them aside.
"I did," But it doesn't mean that things haven't changed.
She pedals away after that, leaving the memories of love along with him.
Seohyun watches Sunny.
The girl makes everything look so easy. Her heart is set free and unbound by the troubles of the world, burdens that fall on Seohyun's shoulders are ones that the other merely brushes off. There's disdain on the maknae's expression, lips pulled to form a flat line. Finally, Sunny notices.
"Everyone really loved the performance. Everyone thinks that you two should do it again, you know? It was probably the best one out of the whole concert," She even says that easily.
"I felt like it was strange."
"It wasn't strange."
"Are you lying?" Seohyun stares right through her now. Sunny doesn't lie to benefit people or herself. She's honest, so honest, but honesty doesn't spare hearts. It has a tendency to break them.
"No." She lied.
They are by a lake now, unsure how either of them got there.
It has been months - it's spring. Jonghyun sneezes and Sunny offers him a tissue, but Seohyun and Yonghwa stand still. Yonghwa isn't looking at her now, eyes settled on the ripple effect of water. There are other people at the lake, the rest of the generation and three other band members, but they find each other. It's almost habitual, even if they are saying nothing.
"How long does it take to break a habit?" Yonghwa asks suddenly.
Seohyun's foot kicks a pebble, "I don't know."
Twenty one days, she thinks.
"What? I feel you would know something like that," He blinks a few times and lets out a chuckle that gets caught in his throat.
She doesn't laugh, nor does she smile.
"I don't know what you feel," She's embarrassed to say it, but it's inevitably true.
"I don't know what I feel anymore, either," Seohyun just doesn't.
But she does. She feels like they are holding onto something, and she is not sure if it is even there anymore. She is not sure if it is even fair.
Breathing hitches and there's an abrupt, dull ache in the back of someone's skull and someone's heart - it just depends on which one of them is thinking about this logically.
"It was hard to keep missing you," He whispers.
She hears, I became tired of missing you.
"I know."
It's another year in their back pocket.
Someone tells both of them, at different times, in different places, that they're different people now.
He bumps into her on a street, but accuses her first and she takes all the blame. There's a moment of silence and an unending laugh. Comments like, Wow, your hair grew, and Wow, you cut yours. But there is one unsettling factor and one only, despite the days that have passed without contact.
Someone's lungs swell.
Yonghwa breathes, shoving his hands into his pocket (discreetly holding onto his heart.)
"What are you doing here, Seohyun?" Her name tastes familiar on his tongue. There's a heavy wind of nostalgia that brushes by, memories seeping into both of their skin.
"I'm walking," She smiles and he does too.
"How long has it been?"
"A year," Yonghwa replies without hesitiation. He wants her to know that he's been counting.
"It takes twenty one days to break a habit, you know. I googled it after that day."
"Did you really? Why did you want to know so badly?" Seohyun's brows furry, eyes rimming with curisoity.
"I don't know - but the habit I was trying to break refused to let down."
I never stopped missing you.
Seohyun sighs, "I was trying to break one too. Didn't work either."
I never stopped loving you.