after school, gahee/jungah, prompt 6
anonymous
May 30 2011, 18:30:38 UTC
"are you okay?" she gets asked one day, and is startled out of her sleep. she blinks a few times, once, twice, thrice and thinks, is that right? thrice? it can't be right, it sounds so wrong, everything is so wrong.
"are you okay?" she gets asked again, and realizes that she's being addressed. gahee is in front of her, squatted down, and jungah's eyes trace the outline of her legs, her thighs, how the muscle bulges out (and then bulges, she thinks, is such an unflattering word, and gahee's leg muscles are anything but unflattering, but she can hardly think, can hardly think of another word) in a way that should be so unattractive, just like how gahee's hair should be graying or something, because she's so old and she should be so unattractive and everything should be so unattractive and -
"am i being too dramatic?" she asks back, and gahee frowns. gahee's so much prettier when she smiles, when her dimples sink in and her eyes shine, her lashes unnaturally long and dark and her cheeks unnaturally pink. gahee's so pretty. gahee reaches out and pets jungah's blonde bob, and jungah notices the way it bounces, but not like how gahee's curls bounce, and she's so, so jealous, and so, so in love.
"you're fine," gahee says after another moment of silence, maybe after taking in jungah's question and understanding it to a level that jungah doesn't even understand, or maybe after ignoring it completely and deciding it'd be best to just baby jungah, like she isn't twenty-eight, like she isn't reaching the end of her run (or has she already reached it? has she run past where she was supposed to end? she wants to look back and check, but where should she look to?). jungah just nods and brings her knees closer to her chest, rests her right cheek on her left knee and closes her eyes, refuses to meet gahee's eyes anymore, because they shine when they shouldn't and gahee doesn't seem to understand that. she sits like that until gahee leaves, until the make-up artist calls her name, until it's her turn.
"are you okay?" she gets asked again, and realizes that she's being addressed. gahee is in front of her, squatted down, and jungah's eyes trace the outline of her legs, her thighs, how the muscle bulges out (and then bulges, she thinks, is such an unflattering word, and gahee's leg muscles are anything but unflattering, but she can hardly think, can hardly think of another word) in a way that should be so unattractive, just like how gahee's hair should be graying or something, because she's so old and she should be so unattractive and everything should be so unattractive and -
"am i being too dramatic?" she asks back, and gahee frowns. gahee's so much prettier when she smiles, when her dimples sink in and her eyes shine, her lashes unnaturally long and dark and her cheeks unnaturally pink. gahee's so pretty. gahee reaches out and pets jungah's blonde bob, and jungah notices the way it bounces, but not like how gahee's curls bounce, and she's so, so jealous, and so, so in love.
"you're fine," gahee says after another moment of silence, maybe after taking in jungah's question and understanding it to a level that jungah doesn't even understand, or maybe after ignoring it completely and deciding it'd be best to just baby jungah, like she isn't twenty-eight, like she isn't reaching the end of her run (or has she already reached it? has she run past where she was supposed to end? she wants to look back and check, but where should she look to?). jungah just nods and brings her knees closer to her chest, rests her right cheek on her left knee and closes her eyes, refuses to meet gahee's eyes anymore, because they shine when they shouldn't and gahee doesn't seem to understand that. she sits like that until gahee leaves, until the make-up artist calls her name, until it's her turn.
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