Fanfic: Release - 02 Seohyun
Title: Release (Seohyun)
Author:
pineapple_rabu
Rating: R/PG-13
Pairing: HyoBaby
Genre: Masturbation, lol
Summary: "Some people grow sick of routine, but Seohyun didn’t know any other kind of routine. When she was younger, she’d thought about straying from the path, but she always came running back, especially when her parents made her."
A/N: Um.... I feel really bad because this is late, but...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SEO BB <33333
Life revolved around two things: school and music.
There just wasn’t time for boys. That was always her argument, and it felt sufficient enough to her at least. Besides, Seohyun believes that she will one day marry a great man and promise him a fruitful family, but she has to make herself happy first. At the moment, she doesn’t think she can handle dealing with someone else, not with her lack of interest anyway.
Other people her age were already dating, for several years even, but she waves it off as being something that isn‘t much of a necessity in her life. She has the rest of her life to live, and she knows that when she meets that person who is right for her, she will know almost immediately. But, she is trying to postpone that meeting as much as possible. Her parents want her to concentrate on school, and she respects their wishes. Not to mention, she has to push herself in her ballet and piano lessons, achieving high status among her peers and teachers so she can achieve some scholarships and other prestigious opportunities.
Some people grow sick of routine, but Seohyun doesn’t know any other kind of routine. When she was younger, she’d thought about straying from the path, but she always came running back, especially when her parents made her. They usually had to make threats when it started to occur more frequently, but she gave up eventually. Now that she is older, she knows better than to go against the authority of her parents, knowing that if she doesn’t try hard enough, she’ll never be good enough in their eyes, and that was very important to her.
Almost as important to her as her love for music and dancing.
In fact, she’s on her way to ballet practice right now, after leaving school. She spends all of her time at school and the dance studio, never any time at home except to sleep, eat dinner, and do homework. Her parents always ask her how things are going, and she always replies with a simple “Fine.” It seems to satisfy them, so it satisfies her.
A boy approaches her as she walks down the hallway of the studio, making her way to the changing rooms. He offers a handsome smile, which she is obliged to return, but not with the same meaning. His clothing, she notes, is an odd, baggy style, which she finds completely unappealing. In her mind, her future husband would wear business suits with expensive brand named ties, just like her father.
Her lips draw into a thin line, while he stutters a sudden confession. She doesn’t have time for this, not when ballet practice is in 20 minutes, and she wants to take the time to get ready and practice before hand. But, regardless, she’s still flattered.
“I’m really sorry, but…” she thinks of a way to let the poor boy down easily because she understands how hard it is to confess to someone, even if she’s never tried before.
He realizes her point though and bows, walking away before further embarrassing himself. Seohyun watches his back as he slumps forward, defeated. She smiles, though, realizing that he’ll find a nice girl soon enough. He just wasn’t lucky today. And, just like her, he would have to try harder.
She’s curious, though, as to when such people were allowed to enter the building. Of course, she knew that other classes besides ballet were held at the studio, but she’d never actually come face to face with his kind. Not to mention, she was unsure as to how he’d even known her, seeing as to how he never even gave her his own name. Seohyun figures it was probably a good idea to turn him down anyway because there’s no way he’d make it as a high-ranking official with that kind of demeanor.
Her steps start to slow down when she feels the hard vibrations through the wooden floor before hearing a kind of atrocious sound. It’s loud, it’s racket, and she wants it to stop. Although she knows she’s veering off course, she wants to get rid of the sounds emitted from whatever room was allowing them to escape out into the formerly silent hallway. Another part of her is curious, but she quickly denies herself the pleasure of excitement over something so foreign.
When the sound resonates at it’s loudest, she realizes that it’s some form of music, one she’s heard on rare occasions when she ached to get out of line and be considered normal. To her ears, though, it didn’t sound like normal music. No, it sounded loud, heavy, and aggressive, challenging her to become saturated.
Seohyun still didn’t like it.
She stalks to the front of the door, looking through the tiny rectangle of glass, dirty with a countless number of fingerprints. Squinting her eyes, she stares down the form moving fluidly in front of a mirror, following the heavy thump lines of the music. Such an odd form of a dance, she thinks, and can’t bear to look away. The dancer, whoever it was, was rather graceful in their appearance, so she automatically assumed it was a girl.
Raising her hand up, she tore her eyes away to check the time on her watch. She only had 10 minutes left to change, which meant no time to practice. A silent curse buried itself under her tongue as she turned away from the door and jogged to class. Fortunately for her, she already knew the dance routine by heart.
--
A 10 minute break was called for, and Seohyun breathed a sigh of relief, which was a rarity. It wasn’t like her to give into fatigue, but after cramming the past two nights, it was beginning to wear on her. She figured some cold water would do her good, so she excused herself from the room and went to the front lobby. Her mind began to slowly recall the events that took place earlier when she first arrived, but she slightly shook her head.
What kind of dancing was that? It looked so natural, which intrigued her, even if she still could not understand the style of music. Still, dancing was dancing, and she couldn’t help but appreciate anything that valued technique and stamina.
The front lobby appeared empty to her sight, but as she came closer, a form appeared. A girl, slightly shorter than her with mid-length brown hair, was chatting away excitedly on her cell phone, congratulating her friend for something major. Seohyun assumed that it had to do with a relationship.
Although she knew it was rude to stare, she couldn’t help herself. Untying the ponytail in her hair, she glanced at the girl through a side curtain of hair, eying her clothing. It appeared to be very casual compared to her own dance wear, which made her slightly envious. Not that she was unable to move around freely in her slippers and leotard, but it was obvious that the loose layers were far more comfortable.
Seohyun had seen prettier girls before, not that this girl looked ugly. It was more of a circumstance where she was casually dressed now, appearing as a normal pretty girl you see on the streets that could easily be freshened up for a photo shoot in a magazine. When she focused on her voice, it appeared to have a nasal quality to it, although she still spoke without difficulties.
Her eyes had finally reverted from the girl. She slipped a few coins into the vending machine, pressing against the familiar numbered buttons. Lowering her body to retrieve the water bottle that fell into the bottom pit of the machine, she pushed her hair back behind her ear, holding it back. After unscrewing the cap to the bottle and settling the cold plastic to her lips, she glanced back down at her wrist. It was reaction now, but she still easily forgot that she would take it off before practice.
Time was probably up anyway.
--
It was the same music again.
And, that’s when she noticed it was the girl she saw earlier in the lobby, that same girl she saw dancing in front of the mirror, just as she seemed to be doing now. This time, though, her movements were less fluid, jerking her body in different directions, but she took full note of her abdomen area. The girl’s limbs would twist and turn, stopping suddenly in motion as if her body was freezing up. Seohyun thought that maybe the girl was forcing control over her body or something.
How long she stood there, she was unsure of because she never once bothered to look down and check her watch. It was deemed unnecessary because she was completely immersed in watching this girl dance. Seohyun wasn’t even sure if she liked it because it looked so ungraceful compared to ballet, but it was definitely different, which was something she didn’t do.
After some odd amount of time, the girl stopped her dancing and walked towards the door, where Seohyun was standing to peer inside. Panic filled her body, her heart racing as the girl stepped closer, and she decided to throw all of her thoughts on the girl’s appearance once again. The girl was undeniably attractive, sweat glistened face and neck, hair tied back in a loose ponytail. She liked this low-matienence look, and could only recall looking similar when she woke up in the early mornings before stepping foot in the shower.
It seemed unfair, how this girl could be so laid-back and comfortable, even while dancing. Seohyun decided she’s spent enough time - too much time - wondering and picking over the girl like an obsessive compulsive person. She had to leave before her hands started to ache, similar to the feelings in her legs.
When she arrived home that night, she found a birthday cake sitting on the dining room table, 18 candles surrounding the outer edge, just before the ribbon icing. Today was her 18th birthday, but she only now remembered. It meant she only had a few years left before she could fully be on her own, but continue the path in which she had chosen to follow.
Seohyun proceeds to the bathroom before she heads off to bed, washing her face and brushing her teeth. The cake was delicious, but she still feels empty. It’s probably a bad idea to indulge before bed, but she can make an exception on her birthday, though she’d made more than a few already.
Her thoughts drift back to that girl at the studio. Perhaps it was unhealthy to keep thinking about her, but Seohyun couldn’t figure out why she was so intrigued. There’s the possibility that she is just curious, but it somehow runs deeper than that.
She thinks back to the time when she decided to grow her bangs out. People said she looked completely different without bangs, so it made her feel different. She wondered if dancing like that girl would feel just as liberating as that. Probably not, but it would be worth it, if she could just try it once. If she did that, she might even be able to understand why the other girl liked it.
A frown appears before she can stop it. Seohyun was getting too carried away with her day dreaming again. She’s normally wasn’t the type to become obsessed with another person, but the effect was too great. Life had to form around reality, one she had to achieve on her own through hard work, not dreams. Of course, she dreamed of things like getting married and making it into national competitions, but it never involved anyone but herself.
Maybe she was… How to put it…
No, she was confused. That was it.
Her gaze lingers in the mirror after she drops her toothbrush into a cup, studying her face, eyes, lips, nose, hair… It looks like some kind of disguise. All of the years of obedience and following orders, which weren’t even her own. Other people had command over their body, fate, and choices. All she had were choices made by other people. Living off of dreams wasn’t something she did because… She had a path to follow.
Fuck that goddamn path, she thinks bitterly, sinking her fingers into the front of her boy shorts.
Seohyun bites her lip, and stares at herself in the mirror, focusing on her facial expressions. A shiver runs down her spine as she touches herself intimately, drawing a finger to tease her opening. Honestly, she doesn’t know what she’s doing, but she likes it, and that’s all that matters. Seohyun can’t really recall the last time she’s actually enjoyed anything, which is truthfully sad.
Things are a bit hasty and quick while her fingers delve into moist folds, but she knows herself better than anyone else could. Seohyun is a little surprised at herself because she didn’t realize that she would ever experience anything so intoxicating, though she was sure there were things far more exuberating. Still, this was as good as anything she’d experienced so far, if not the best.
She felt a slight burning of heat in the bottom of her stomach, stinging like a pool of acid as it trickled further. The sensation is odd, even causing her muscles to tense and clench near her fingers from the surge of arousal. When her eyes land on the mirror, she tightly shuts her eyes, afraid of image she had just seen. Seohyun wasn’t permitted to see herself enjoying this, because she‘d end up stopping midway, even if there was no way for that to possibly happen, not when she’d already gotten this far.
Her legs begin to buckle, and she’s grasping the edge of the sink with her free hand, hissing slightly under her breath as she feels herself getting close. So fucking close, but not close enough. Seohyun just has to drive herself a little further and keep up with the pace. She wants this to end, she wants this release. It’s what she always needed, an escape from the path.
Soon enough, Seohyun finds the spot she’s been looking for, brushing over it until she feels herself spill over the edge, dripping into her hand as she pulls out. Liquid drips down to the hilt of her fingers, as she splays and pinches them together, rubbing the stickiness around in circles. A long breath departs her lips, as she grins happily, excited at her first major step from her path.
There was a light tapping on the door, causing Seohyun to open her eyes and come back to the current reality. The voice of her mother echoed through the door, concern filtering through the thin layer of wood and paint. She reaches for the handles of the sink, turning the cold water on and running her hands underneath the faucet, cold water cleansing her dirty hands. When she opens up the door to the bathroom, she smiles at her mother and bids her goodnight, abruptly walking off towards her bedroom.
Seohyun has to talk to that girl tomorrow, and arrive at least 30 minutes before ballet practice, or skip it altogether.
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Part of me feels like I just took away Seohyun's innocence, but... I'M NOT ASHAMED it wasn't easy.
Oh, and here's a comic I drew. It's kind of an inside joke, but I think you'll find it funny, nonetheless.
Author:
pineapple_rabu
Rating: R/PG-13
Pairing: HyoBaby
Genre: Masturbation, lol
Summary: "Some people grow sick of routine, but Seohyun didn’t know any other kind of routine. When she was younger, she’d thought about straying from the path, but she always came running back, especially when her parents made her."
A/N: Um.... I feel really bad because this is late, but...
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SEO BB <33333
Life revolved around two things: school and music.
There just wasn’t time for boys. That was always her argument, and it felt sufficient enough to her at least. Besides, Seohyun believes that she will one day marry a great man and promise him a fruitful family, but she has to make herself happy first. At the moment, she doesn’t think she can handle dealing with someone else, not with her lack of interest anyway.
Other people her age were already dating, for several years even, but she waves it off as being something that isn‘t much of a necessity in her life. She has the rest of her life to live, and she knows that when she meets that person who is right for her, she will know almost immediately. But, she is trying to postpone that meeting as much as possible. Her parents want her to concentrate on school, and she respects their wishes. Not to mention, she has to push herself in her ballet and piano lessons, achieving high status among her peers and teachers so she can achieve some scholarships and other prestigious opportunities.
Some people grow sick of routine, but Seohyun doesn’t know any other kind of routine. When she was younger, she’d thought about straying from the path, but she always came running back, especially when her parents made her. They usually had to make threats when it started to occur more frequently, but she gave up eventually. Now that she is older, she knows better than to go against the authority of her parents, knowing that if she doesn’t try hard enough, she’ll never be good enough in their eyes, and that was very important to her.
Almost as important to her as her love for music and dancing.
In fact, she’s on her way to ballet practice right now, after leaving school. She spends all of her time at school and the dance studio, never any time at home except to sleep, eat dinner, and do homework. Her parents always ask her how things are going, and she always replies with a simple “Fine.” It seems to satisfy them, so it satisfies her.
A boy approaches her as she walks down the hallway of the studio, making her way to the changing rooms. He offers a handsome smile, which she is obliged to return, but not with the same meaning. His clothing, she notes, is an odd, baggy style, which she finds completely unappealing. In her mind, her future husband would wear business suits with expensive brand named ties, just like her father.
Her lips draw into a thin line, while he stutters a sudden confession. She doesn’t have time for this, not when ballet practice is in 20 minutes, and she wants to take the time to get ready and practice before hand. But, regardless, she’s still flattered.
“I’m really sorry, but…” she thinks of a way to let the poor boy down easily because she understands how hard it is to confess to someone, even if she’s never tried before.
He realizes her point though and bows, walking away before further embarrassing himself. Seohyun watches his back as he slumps forward, defeated. She smiles, though, realizing that he’ll find a nice girl soon enough. He just wasn’t lucky today. And, just like her, he would have to try harder.
She’s curious, though, as to when such people were allowed to enter the building. Of course, she knew that other classes besides ballet were held at the studio, but she’d never actually come face to face with his kind. Not to mention, she was unsure as to how he’d even known her, seeing as to how he never even gave her his own name. Seohyun figures it was probably a good idea to turn him down anyway because there’s no way he’d make it as a high-ranking official with that kind of demeanor.
Her steps start to slow down when she feels the hard vibrations through the wooden floor before hearing a kind of atrocious sound. It’s loud, it’s racket, and she wants it to stop. Although she knows she’s veering off course, she wants to get rid of the sounds emitted from whatever room was allowing them to escape out into the formerly silent hallway. Another part of her is curious, but she quickly denies herself the pleasure of excitement over something so foreign.
When the sound resonates at it’s loudest, she realizes that it’s some form of music, one she’s heard on rare occasions when she ached to get out of line and be considered normal. To her ears, though, it didn’t sound like normal music. No, it sounded loud, heavy, and aggressive, challenging her to become saturated.
Seohyun still didn’t like it.
She stalks to the front of the door, looking through the tiny rectangle of glass, dirty with a countless number of fingerprints. Squinting her eyes, she stares down the form moving fluidly in front of a mirror, following the heavy thump lines of the music. Such an odd form of a dance, she thinks, and can’t bear to look away. The dancer, whoever it was, was rather graceful in their appearance, so she automatically assumed it was a girl.
Raising her hand up, she tore her eyes away to check the time on her watch. She only had 10 minutes left to change, which meant no time to practice. A silent curse buried itself under her tongue as she turned away from the door and jogged to class. Fortunately for her, she already knew the dance routine by heart.
--
A 10 minute break was called for, and Seohyun breathed a sigh of relief, which was a rarity. It wasn’t like her to give into fatigue, but after cramming the past two nights, it was beginning to wear on her. She figured some cold water would do her good, so she excused herself from the room and went to the front lobby. Her mind began to slowly recall the events that took place earlier when she first arrived, but she slightly shook her head.
What kind of dancing was that? It looked so natural, which intrigued her, even if she still could not understand the style of music. Still, dancing was dancing, and she couldn’t help but appreciate anything that valued technique and stamina.
The front lobby appeared empty to her sight, but as she came closer, a form appeared. A girl, slightly shorter than her with mid-length brown hair, was chatting away excitedly on her cell phone, congratulating her friend for something major. Seohyun assumed that it had to do with a relationship.
Although she knew it was rude to stare, she couldn’t help herself. Untying the ponytail in her hair, she glanced at the girl through a side curtain of hair, eying her clothing. It appeared to be very casual compared to her own dance wear, which made her slightly envious. Not that she was unable to move around freely in her slippers and leotard, but it was obvious that the loose layers were far more comfortable.
Seohyun had seen prettier girls before, not that this girl looked ugly. It was more of a circumstance where she was casually dressed now, appearing as a normal pretty girl you see on the streets that could easily be freshened up for a photo shoot in a magazine. When she focused on her voice, it appeared to have a nasal quality to it, although she still spoke without difficulties.
Her eyes had finally reverted from the girl. She slipped a few coins into the vending machine, pressing against the familiar numbered buttons. Lowering her body to retrieve the water bottle that fell into the bottom pit of the machine, she pushed her hair back behind her ear, holding it back. After unscrewing the cap to the bottle and settling the cold plastic to her lips, she glanced back down at her wrist. It was reaction now, but she still easily forgot that she would take it off before practice.
Time was probably up anyway.
--
It was the same music again.
And, that’s when she noticed it was the girl she saw earlier in the lobby, that same girl she saw dancing in front of the mirror, just as she seemed to be doing now. This time, though, her movements were less fluid, jerking her body in different directions, but she took full note of her abdomen area. The girl’s limbs would twist and turn, stopping suddenly in motion as if her body was freezing up. Seohyun thought that maybe the girl was forcing control over her body or something.
How long she stood there, she was unsure of because she never once bothered to look down and check her watch. It was deemed unnecessary because she was completely immersed in watching this girl dance. Seohyun wasn’t even sure if she liked it because it looked so ungraceful compared to ballet, but it was definitely different, which was something she didn’t do.
After some odd amount of time, the girl stopped her dancing and walked towards the door, where Seohyun was standing to peer inside. Panic filled her body, her heart racing as the girl stepped closer, and she decided to throw all of her thoughts on the girl’s appearance once again. The girl was undeniably attractive, sweat glistened face and neck, hair tied back in a loose ponytail. She liked this low-matienence look, and could only recall looking similar when she woke up in the early mornings before stepping foot in the shower.
It seemed unfair, how this girl could be so laid-back and comfortable, even while dancing. Seohyun decided she’s spent enough time - too much time - wondering and picking over the girl like an obsessive compulsive person. She had to leave before her hands started to ache, similar to the feelings in her legs.
When she arrived home that night, she found a birthday cake sitting on the dining room table, 18 candles surrounding the outer edge, just before the ribbon icing. Today was her 18th birthday, but she only now remembered. It meant she only had a few years left before she could fully be on her own, but continue the path in which she had chosen to follow.
Seohyun proceeds to the bathroom before she heads off to bed, washing her face and brushing her teeth. The cake was delicious, but she still feels empty. It’s probably a bad idea to indulge before bed, but she can make an exception on her birthday, though she’d made more than a few already.
Her thoughts drift back to that girl at the studio. Perhaps it was unhealthy to keep thinking about her, but Seohyun couldn’t figure out why she was so intrigued. There’s the possibility that she is just curious, but it somehow runs deeper than that.
She thinks back to the time when she decided to grow her bangs out. People said she looked completely different without bangs, so it made her feel different. She wondered if dancing like that girl would feel just as liberating as that. Probably not, but it would be worth it, if she could just try it once. If she did that, she might even be able to understand why the other girl liked it.
A frown appears before she can stop it. Seohyun was getting too carried away with her day dreaming again. She’s normally wasn’t the type to become obsessed with another person, but the effect was too great. Life had to form around reality, one she had to achieve on her own through hard work, not dreams. Of course, she dreamed of things like getting married and making it into national competitions, but it never involved anyone but herself.
Maybe she was… How to put it…
No, she was confused. That was it.
Her gaze lingers in the mirror after she drops her toothbrush into a cup, studying her face, eyes, lips, nose, hair… It looks like some kind of disguise. All of the years of obedience and following orders, which weren’t even her own. Other people had command over their body, fate, and choices. All she had were choices made by other people. Living off of dreams wasn’t something she did because… She had a path to follow.
Fuck that goddamn path, she thinks bitterly, sinking her fingers into the front of her boy shorts.
Seohyun bites her lip, and stares at herself in the mirror, focusing on her facial expressions. A shiver runs down her spine as she touches herself intimately, drawing a finger to tease her opening. Honestly, she doesn’t know what she’s doing, but she likes it, and that’s all that matters. Seohyun can’t really recall the last time she’s actually enjoyed anything, which is truthfully sad.
Things are a bit hasty and quick while her fingers delve into moist folds, but she knows herself better than anyone else could. Seohyun is a little surprised at herself because she didn’t realize that she would ever experience anything so intoxicating, though she was sure there were things far more exuberating. Still, this was as good as anything she’d experienced so far, if not the best.
She felt a slight burning of heat in the bottom of her stomach, stinging like a pool of acid as it trickled further. The sensation is odd, even causing her muscles to tense and clench near her fingers from the surge of arousal. When her eyes land on the mirror, she tightly shuts her eyes, afraid of image she had just seen. Seohyun wasn’t permitted to see herself enjoying this, because she‘d end up stopping midway, even if there was no way for that to possibly happen, not when she’d already gotten this far.
Her legs begin to buckle, and she’s grasping the edge of the sink with her free hand, hissing slightly under her breath as she feels herself getting close. So fucking close, but not close enough. Seohyun just has to drive herself a little further and keep up with the pace. She wants this to end, she wants this release. It’s what she always needed, an escape from the path.
Soon enough, Seohyun finds the spot she’s been looking for, brushing over it until she feels herself spill over the edge, dripping into her hand as she pulls out. Liquid drips down to the hilt of her fingers, as she splays and pinches them together, rubbing the stickiness around in circles. A long breath departs her lips, as she grins happily, excited at her first major step from her path.
There was a light tapping on the door, causing Seohyun to open her eyes and come back to the current reality. The voice of her mother echoed through the door, concern filtering through the thin layer of wood and paint. She reaches for the handles of the sink, turning the cold water on and running her hands underneath the faucet, cold water cleansing her dirty hands. When she opens up the door to the bathroom, she smiles at her mother and bids her goodnight, abruptly walking off towards her bedroom.
Seohyun has to talk to that girl tomorrow, and arrive at least 30 minutes before ballet practice, or skip it altogether.
_______________
Part of me feels like I just took away Seohyun's innocence, but... I'M NOT ASHAMED it wasn't easy.
Oh, and here's a comic I drew. It's kind of an inside joke, but I think you'll find it funny, nonetheless.
