2ne1: you are what i eat
you are what i eat - pg
2ne1: bom/dara
this cured me of my hunger.
bom holds onto the foundation brush loosely. it slips through her fingers but she doesn't notice. her eyes are glued to the television. it's their commercial, where dara is the bunny slash sun. bom just doesn't know if it's the glowing cg effects or dara's smile that lights up the whole screen. she stares without much thought, zones out. when she finally comes to, the news is on and her foundation has made a small blob on the dresser.
***
there isn't an explicit time or anything. it just happens and some time later, bom notices. it's not surprising because she has always been a little slow on the uptake.
"dara-yah" bom says one day, holding onto dara's thin shoulders.
"yeah?"
"your face looks like a bean from the side."
dara kind of stays quiet for the rest of the day. bom gets a text message later that says, "your comment today really hurt. you know i'm sensitive about the size of my face. now i'm getting paranoid about the shape. ㅠ.ㅠ"
bom is sorry, she really is. but there's no stopping her once she's started fantasizing.
***
the next day is no different. they sit in the backseat of the van on the way to a magazine shoot. dara's long skinny arms are made more obvious by the way dara wears a sleeveless shirt.
"now that's what you'd call a muscle tee" jokes minji.
"your arms look like string beans" bom says without another thought.
dara stops making bodybuilder poses for minji's entertainment.
"oh. but i've been working out these days..."
dara's voice kind of fades out and she looks out the window. bom wonders if dara is crying now.
chaerin turns from the front seat.
"unni. if you don't have something nice to say, don't say it at all. please."
chaerin looks tired. bom figures dara would have went crying to chaerin yesterday too. minji looks put out, confused, then she plugs in her earphones and returns to browsing through her ipod.
bom sighs, takes her ipad out and surfs the web. she turns on the image search portal and finds the picture she wants. she taps dara on the shoulder and she turns, eyes rimmed red.
"see?" bom points out. "these are string beans."
dara sniffs extra loud and chaerin yells, "unni!"
***
they arrive at the studio but the van's atmosphere is still awkward and tense. chaerin gets out first and opens the sliding door for the rest of them.
"look guys, let's do our best today okay?"
minji nods enthusiastically.
"whatever drama we have let's put it behind us. okay? huddle."
they group their hands together and shout, "twenty one, let's play!"
but bom notices that dara's voice is a little thin.
***
minji gets done with make-up first. so she has her solo shoot. the photographer loves her and the fact that she can just move.
dara is next. and while bom gets the finishing touches done on her face, she monitors dara through a small television screen. dara wears a goldenrod dress with light green sleeves. her hair is tied tight into a chignon. bom lets her mind wander again.
when it's chaerin's turn, dara comes back to the make-up room.
"how was i?" she asks bom and minji.
"great unni. that color looks good on you."
"you don't think my hair made me look like an alien?"
"no unni. you look great" says minji, she pats dara on the back and leaves the room to watch chaerin.
dara saddles up to bom carefully.
"how about you?" dara asks.
"huh?"
"how was i?"
"corny."
"what?!"
"you look like corn. and you're kind of flat chested, so corn kernels i guess?"
bom cackles to herself. but through the mirror, dara tears up.
when minji and chaerin come back to call for bom, dara is sitting at the corner of the room, curled up into her puffy jacket.
***
when they're back at their apartment, chaerin asks to speak to bom alone.
"look" chaerin says. "i don't know what's going on, but you've got to talk things over with dara unni."
"what do you mean?"
"you've been making her cry for the past few days and you don't even seem to feel even a smidgen of guilt!"
"i've been making her cry?" bom asks, eyes wide.
chaerin gives bom a look that says, "really? really?!"
"i didn't know" says bom, sort of stricken with realization. "i'll go talk with her."
***
minji paces outside the room. dara and bom have been locked in there for two hours. and minji fears for both their lives.
chaerin sits on the couch, sewing a head onto a doll she's recently made.
"sit down" says chaerin. "you're making my head hurt."
"but unni!" says minji. "they haven't been out in hours. you'd figure bom unni had to go pee or something. but there's nothing!"
chaerin sighs, about to say something about dara being bad with face to face confrontations. but then, the door opens.
bom walks out first. her expression is unreadable.
"ah, i'm hungry" bom says, and beelines for the kitchen.
dara comes out second, a huge smile on her face. she snuggles next to chaerin on the couch. minji, incredulous, comes up and sits next to her.
"so what happened, unni?" minji asks.
chaerin puts down her sewing. she's curious too.
"well, beans, string beans, corn. what do they have in common?" asks dara, smirk plastered on her face.
"uhm."
"all bom's favorite foods."
"oh" says minji.
"oh" says chaerin. then she grimaces. "ew."
dara giggles, then skips to the kitchen sing-songing, "bommie-- oh my bommie!"
2ne1: bom/dara
this cured me of my hunger.
bom holds onto the foundation brush loosely. it slips through her fingers but she doesn't notice. her eyes are glued to the television. it's their commercial, where dara is the bunny slash sun. bom just doesn't know if it's the glowing cg effects or dara's smile that lights up the whole screen. she stares without much thought, zones out. when she finally comes to, the news is on and her foundation has made a small blob on the dresser.
***
there isn't an explicit time or anything. it just happens and some time later, bom notices. it's not surprising because she has always been a little slow on the uptake.
"dara-yah" bom says one day, holding onto dara's thin shoulders.
"yeah?"
"your face looks like a bean from the side."
dara kind of stays quiet for the rest of the day. bom gets a text message later that says, "your comment today really hurt. you know i'm sensitive about the size of my face. now i'm getting paranoid about the shape. ㅠ.ㅠ"
bom is sorry, she really is. but there's no stopping her once she's started fantasizing.
***
the next day is no different. they sit in the backseat of the van on the way to a magazine shoot. dara's long skinny arms are made more obvious by the way dara wears a sleeveless shirt.
"now that's what you'd call a muscle tee" jokes minji.
"your arms look like string beans" bom says without another thought.
dara stops making bodybuilder poses for minji's entertainment.
"oh. but i've been working out these days..."
dara's voice kind of fades out and she looks out the window. bom wonders if dara is crying now.
chaerin turns from the front seat.
"unni. if you don't have something nice to say, don't say it at all. please."
chaerin looks tired. bom figures dara would have went crying to chaerin yesterday too. minji looks put out, confused, then she plugs in her earphones and returns to browsing through her ipod.
bom sighs, takes her ipad out and surfs the web. she turns on the image search portal and finds the picture she wants. she taps dara on the shoulder and she turns, eyes rimmed red.
"see?" bom points out. "these are string beans."
dara sniffs extra loud and chaerin yells, "unni!"
***
they arrive at the studio but the van's atmosphere is still awkward and tense. chaerin gets out first and opens the sliding door for the rest of them.
"look guys, let's do our best today okay?"
minji nods enthusiastically.
"whatever drama we have let's put it behind us. okay? huddle."
they group their hands together and shout, "twenty one, let's play!"
but bom notices that dara's voice is a little thin.
***
minji gets done with make-up first. so she has her solo shoot. the photographer loves her and the fact that she can just move.
dara is next. and while bom gets the finishing touches done on her face, she monitors dara through a small television screen. dara wears a goldenrod dress with light green sleeves. her hair is tied tight into a chignon. bom lets her mind wander again.
when it's chaerin's turn, dara comes back to the make-up room.
"how was i?" she asks bom and minji.
"great unni. that color looks good on you."
"you don't think my hair made me look like an alien?"
"no unni. you look great" says minji, she pats dara on the back and leaves the room to watch chaerin.
dara saddles up to bom carefully.
"how about you?" dara asks.
"huh?"
"how was i?"
"corny."
"what?!"
"you look like corn. and you're kind of flat chested, so corn kernels i guess?"
bom cackles to herself. but through the mirror, dara tears up.
when minji and chaerin come back to call for bom, dara is sitting at the corner of the room, curled up into her puffy jacket.
***
when they're back at their apartment, chaerin asks to speak to bom alone.
"look" chaerin says. "i don't know what's going on, but you've got to talk things over with dara unni."
"what do you mean?"
"you've been making her cry for the past few days and you don't even seem to feel even a smidgen of guilt!"
"i've been making her cry?" bom asks, eyes wide.
chaerin gives bom a look that says, "really? really?!"
"i didn't know" says bom, sort of stricken with realization. "i'll go talk with her."
***
minji paces outside the room. dara and bom have been locked in there for two hours. and minji fears for both their lives.
chaerin sits on the couch, sewing a head onto a doll she's recently made.
"sit down" says chaerin. "you're making my head hurt."
"but unni!" says minji. "they haven't been out in hours. you'd figure bom unni had to go pee or something. but there's nothing!"
chaerin sighs, about to say something about dara being bad with face to face confrontations. but then, the door opens.
bom walks out first. her expression is unreadable.
"ah, i'm hungry" bom says, and beelines for the kitchen.
dara comes out second, a huge smile on her face. she snuggles next to chaerin on the couch. minji, incredulous, comes up and sits next to her.
"so what happened, unni?" minji asks.
chaerin puts down her sewing. she's curious too.
"well, beans, string beans, corn. what do they have in common?" asks dara, smirk plastered on her face.
"uhm."
"all bom's favorite foods."
"oh" says minji.
"oh" says chaerin. then she grimaces. "ew."
dara giggles, then skips to the kitchen sing-songing, "bommie-- oh my bommie!"