a little more each day
a little more each day
779, pg (krystal/minho)
krystal doesn't know how to do a lot of things.
for candidskysfrom the drabble post
i'm back because i have break. yes? yes!
Memories, Soojung reasons, are just things that keep people preoccupied.
Eventually they'll disappear too. That's why everyone tries to make new ones - right?
The phone rings once, twice, three times, can you get it?
No response.
It keeps ringing until it's just a noise in the background. Soojung looks over at the empty couch. The television is running - her favorite member on dream team has just broken a record. She squints a little from where she stands in the kitchen. The person on the screen looks familiar for this very short moment, but then it just becomes a blur.
There's actually food in the fridge. It's a little surprising if anything. There's kimchi, noodles, a waffle, even a whole slice of cold pizza. Soojung looks at it for awhile and then decides to close it. She's not hungry.
Instead she calls someone up, deciding the company would be nice.
"I feel like I am at a buffet," Sooyeon says with this cheesy grin, taking another bite of the pizza. She has tomato sauce on the corner of her lip that she shamelessly wipes away with the back of her hand. "So much food," She mumbles in between chews.
Soojung looks at her and blinks, passing a tissue over, "You're gross."
"Well, someone has to eat all this food."
"Only because he isn't home to eat it," Soojung says.
Sooyeon stops chewing before she looks down at her food, back to her sister, out the window, and then to the waffle. Yeah, because he isn't home to eat it, she repeats mentally. "Uh huh," Is all she manages to get out before swallowing down the knot in her stomach.
Soojung lies in bed with her eyes closed. It's funny how much people rely on their senses, she thinks. Abruptly, she feels as though her fingertips have become sensitive to the lack of body heat next to her. Maybe he'll call, is what she hopes.
Same as yesterday.
And the day before that.
Maybe even all of last week.
"You better come home soon, loser," Soojung opens one eye and looks at the ceiling. For the next few hours, she paints constellations until she can finally go to sleep.
There are letters and bills piling up on the corner of the dinner table. Soojung watches the stack grow taller and taller with every passing day. A lot of them are addressed to Choi Minho, considering he was the one that bought the apartment for them.
She looks through them one day. Actually, a lot of them are addressed to her. A lot of them aren't bills.
Some have titles written in script.
Some look like cards with flowers underneath the tinted light and see through envelope.
And some look like electricity bills, "I told him he was watching too much television," Soojung sighs when she sees a three digit number.
She wakes up crying one night.
She even thinks that his name was burning the back of her throat.
"Why are you here?" Soojung looks at her with an unwelcoming glance.
Amvber looks nervous but she makes an effort to smile, "Your sister told me you need an intervention." She's being sheepish.
"What?"
"It's okay to miss him."
"It's not like him and I broke up or anything," Soojung snaps, fingers tightening around the ends of her sleeves. Amber sees her knuckles turn white. "It's not like he broke my heart - it's not like he isn't coming back."
"Soojung - "
"Sooyeon," What a bitch. She doesn't say that, but her expression says so.
There's a cultivation of betrayal somewhere in there and Amber says something. It rings true, another memory that Soojung had decided to forget. Except this one affected her reality.
He's not coming back, Soojung.
He's dead.
No one picks up the phone when it rings. Thirty seven new voice mails.
No one watches the sports channel anymore.
No one eats the left over food in the fridge.
There's just no one around for awhile, not even Soojung.
One day, Soojung picks up the phone. She holds it to her ear, fingers trembling and lips quivering.
"Hello?"
"I just wanted to see how you're doing," She hears Sooyeon.
"Oh, thanks." I'm doing okay.
"Well?" You're not doing okay.
"I miss him."
"I know." A little more every day?
"Yeah." Yeah, a little more every day. Except this time, he's not coming back.
Jaw clenched, sinking into the bed. She doesn't wake up screaming this time.
"Hey Choi Minho," Soojung breathes.
She just doesn't think this memory will disappear. It will never stop.
And at that moment, she's not sure how to make any new ones.
779, pg (krystal/minho)
krystal doesn't know how to do a lot of things.
for candidskysfrom the drabble post
i'm back because i have break. yes? yes!
Memories, Soojung reasons, are just things that keep people preoccupied.
Eventually they'll disappear too. That's why everyone tries to make new ones - right?
The phone rings once, twice, three times, can you get it?
No response.
It keeps ringing until it's just a noise in the background. Soojung looks over at the empty couch. The television is running - her favorite member on dream team has just broken a record. She squints a little from where she stands in the kitchen. The person on the screen looks familiar for this very short moment, but then it just becomes a blur.
There's actually food in the fridge. It's a little surprising if anything. There's kimchi, noodles, a waffle, even a whole slice of cold pizza. Soojung looks at it for awhile and then decides to close it. She's not hungry.
Instead she calls someone up, deciding the company would be nice.
"I feel like I am at a buffet," Sooyeon says with this cheesy grin, taking another bite of the pizza. She has tomato sauce on the corner of her lip that she shamelessly wipes away with the back of her hand. "So much food," She mumbles in between chews.
Soojung looks at her and blinks, passing a tissue over, "You're gross."
"Well, someone has to eat all this food."
"Only because he isn't home to eat it," Soojung says.
Sooyeon stops chewing before she looks down at her food, back to her sister, out the window, and then to the waffle. Yeah, because he isn't home to eat it, she repeats mentally. "Uh huh," Is all she manages to get out before swallowing down the knot in her stomach.
Soojung lies in bed with her eyes closed. It's funny how much people rely on their senses, she thinks. Abruptly, she feels as though her fingertips have become sensitive to the lack of body heat next to her. Maybe he'll call, is what she hopes.
Same as yesterday.
And the day before that.
Maybe even all of last week.
"You better come home soon, loser," Soojung opens one eye and looks at the ceiling. For the next few hours, she paints constellations until she can finally go to sleep.
There are letters and bills piling up on the corner of the dinner table. Soojung watches the stack grow taller and taller with every passing day. A lot of them are addressed to Choi Minho, considering he was the one that bought the apartment for them.
She looks through them one day. Actually, a lot of them are addressed to her. A lot of them aren't bills.
Some have titles written in script.
Some look like cards with flowers underneath the tinted light and see through envelope.
And some look like electricity bills, "I told him he was watching too much television," Soojung sighs when she sees a three digit number.
She wakes up crying one night.
She even thinks that his name was burning the back of her throat.
"Why are you here?" Soojung looks at her with an unwelcoming glance.
Amvber looks nervous but she makes an effort to smile, "Your sister told me you need an intervention." She's being sheepish.
"What?"
"It's okay to miss him."
"It's not like him and I broke up or anything," Soojung snaps, fingers tightening around the ends of her sleeves. Amber sees her knuckles turn white. "It's not like he broke my heart - it's not like he isn't coming back."
"Soojung - "
"Sooyeon," What a bitch. She doesn't say that, but her expression says so.
There's a cultivation of betrayal somewhere in there and Amber says something. It rings true, another memory that Soojung had decided to forget. Except this one affected her reality.
He's not coming back, Soojung.
He's dead.
No one picks up the phone when it rings. Thirty seven new voice mails.
No one watches the sports channel anymore.
No one eats the left over food in the fridge.
There's just no one around for awhile, not even Soojung.
One day, Soojung picks up the phone. She holds it to her ear, fingers trembling and lips quivering.
"Hello?"
"I just wanted to see how you're doing," She hears Sooyeon.
"Oh, thanks." I'm doing okay.
"Well?" You're not doing okay.
"I miss him."
"I know." A little more every day?
"Yeah." Yeah, a little more every day. Except this time, he's not coming back.
Jaw clenched, sinking into the bed. She doesn't wake up screaming this time.
"Hey Choi Minho," Soojung breathes.
She just doesn't think this memory will disappear. It will never stop.
And at that moment, she's not sure how to make any new ones.