Post two is going live a couple of hours earlier tonight in order to fit your dear mod's schedule!
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Gyuri kisses her gently. It's quite different from the way she presents herself - fierce - but rather a representation of her inner nature. Kind, caring, and gentle.
She has the entirety of her body mapped out in her head - every curve and imperfection that is hidden beneath the stage clothes. Without even thinking about it, Eunjung's hands land right above her hips, as if they're meant to be there. As if it's all meant to be.
Maybe it's the time that passes that allows them to be so hyper-aware of each other, every second apart that draws them closer. Eunjung brings it up once, but then her lips are pressed against Gyuri's and she knows that that's her answer.
When she hears Soyeon lament her relationship woes about how Seungho doesn't even notice the smallest things, or Jiyeon to quietly cry because Jieun is sad and she doesn't get why, Eunjung can't help but maybe realize that there is an upside, in the end. Gyuri knows her, better than anyone else.
Eunjung stands up tall as she leads the girls onto the stage. Her title of leader was relinquished in the years that have passed (three already?) and yet there's still that tiny bit of strength in her that she can see the other girls cling to. So she does it, on those days when it's hard; she stands up tall and smiles and is so proud of how far they've come. It's the strength they need.
If someone were to ask her why, her mind would always flash to the girl that taught her strength. That would be her answer - because in all the time they've been together, Gyuri is still the one that taught her how to be strong. Whether it's through the TV or in bed beside her, it was always her.
Always.
She's not Jihyun, the rock, nor is she Soyeon, the talent, or Jiyeon, the beauty. She's Eunjung.
But Gyuri had always said, “That's all you need to be.” And maybe it was.
The next day, she wakes up to the same empty bed. Although she should know better by now, she can't say it doesn't hurt.
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