Title: 21. Money - Sungmin
Fandom: Kpop (Speed)
Pairing: Soomin (Rule 63!Sungmin)/Taeha
Word count: 496
Disclaimer: This is not real, this never happened. I don't know them and this is all fiction. Made up stuff.
Notes: Previous days can be found
here and the full challenge
here.
Soomin stands at the edge of the roof, staring out over the city. She tries to remember why she's here. Oh, right. Work, she thinks. She works, not because she wants to, but because she has to. If she didn't work, she wouldn't have money and if she doesn't have money, she doesn't have a place to live. Or food. Or clothes. And she needs all of those things.
She'd tried to ask her parents, but they weren't interested in helping her out. After she'd tried to pursue her rap career, and failed, she hadn't been allowed to move back home. They didn't want a daughter who was a rapper, even a failed one. Soomin had dropped out of university and instead gotten a job as a file clerk in a law firm. She didn't need any experience, it turned out. It was only later that she realized she'd gotten the job because the lawyers had liked her ass.
She met Sungjong by accident. At a club, a show really, she'd run into him literally. He'd spilled his beer over her dress, offered to pay for the dry cleaning and they'd been together ever since.
They lived together in her tiny flat. His parents liked her and treated her like she was already married to him, even though they weren't and didn't necessarily plan to be any time soon. She loved Sungjong's parents as if they were her own.
She'd taken Sungjong to meet hers only once. For dinner one Christmas. It had been a disaster and she tried not to think about it too much because it hurt. They didn't like her choice of men. Maybe it was because Sungjong was shorter than her or because he sang for a living. It wasn't her fault, it wasn't his, but all the same her parents made her feel as though it was.
Sungjong spends his days at the studio, practicing voice lessons, busking and when he's not at work, he takes care of their laundry and keeps the flat clean. He gets paid, regularly, which Soomin appreciates. She wishes it was more, so she could quit her job, but it's not.
She slogs through her days, comforted by the thought that Sungjong is waiting for her when she gets home. Sometimes she daydreams about rapping on some of his tracks. She knows that he has rappers sometimes and she longs for him to ask her, but she never brings it up.
Until one day when she comes home from a particularly shitty day. He's waiting, dinner ready for her. She sits down across from him and they eat in silence. He slides a notebook across the table and tells her to read it.
It's only her third time through that she realizes he's written rap parts for her. She looks up at him and grins through the tears she cannot stop. He leans across the table and kisses her. He's known, she thinks, he's always known.