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Fics ( #12).
How Hard Was That? GLAM, Zinni/Trinity
Safehouse SNSD, Taeyeon/Seohyun
Intriguing Secret, Hyosung/Sunhwa [warning: murder]
Six and Seven Girl's Day, Minah/Hyeri
Approved Block B/B.A.P., Jaehyo/Himchan
Fiction EXO, Kai/Suho
Untitled Infinite, Myungsoo/Sungyeol
One Sequin at a Time EXO, Suho/Kai
Why don't we measure the coefficient of ( Read more... )
How Hard Was That? GLAM, Zinni/Trinity
Safehouse SNSD, Taeyeon/Seohyun
Intriguing Secret, Hyosung/Sunhwa [warning: murder]
Six and Seven Girl's Day, Minah/Hyeri
Approved Block B/B.A.P., Jaehyo/Himchan
Fiction EXO, Kai/Suho
Untitled Infinite, Myungsoo/Sungyeol
One Sequin at a Time EXO, Suho/Kai
Why don't we measure the coefficient of ( Read more... )
He walked her to practice three days a week. It was in the same direction has his hagwon, he said. (It wasn't particularly, but that made it even better.)
Everyone knew, because she couldn't keep her mouth shut. Because she didn't know how to tell him to please kiss her with her eyes and posture instead of her mouth, but maybe someone else did.
She didn't have the patience to learn. She kissed him.
Three months later, he said he was leaving. It wasn't his fault his father was being transferred, but Sooyoung felt angry, sick at him. He grew roots. His shoes split from the force of them.
She ran. She never went back to the park they'd been standing in. She was too afraid of finding a tree.
At the gas station, she counted seven ducklings. She nearly had a panic attack before she found the last one in the black seat. She scooped it in her hands and glared at it. "Don't think I don't know you're Yuri."
The clerk recognized her. He looked at her carefully as he rang her up, deciding whether or not to say something. "Not so much of a shikshin, then," he said, as she fumbled around for change to pay for her water.
She had a defensive rant saved up for comments like these, but she couldn't summon the will. "Not always," she admitted.
"So what are you doing out here?"
"I don't know," she said finally. "I guess I'm going east."
He squinted at her car. "Are you alone, then?"
Back on the road, she announced to the car, "You'd better find a way to change back. Nobody will believe you ran away. It's just not possible."
And then, despite herself, she started to cry. She'd never been by herself this long before. She'd never learned how to be lonely.
"If you had a superpower, what would it be?" asked Sungmin, eyes intent on the paper he was reading from.
"I don't know," said Sooyoung. "Maybe I'd have the power to make wishes come true."
"Other people's wishes?"
"No, my own."
Sungmin laughed. "That's cheating. Then you'd have the power to give yourself any other superpower."
"But say I don't," said Sooyoung. "Say I don't have any control over it? Maybe they come out wrong. Maybe I have to be careful not to want anything."
Sungmin's brow furrowed, the way it always did when he couldn't think of anything to say. This is the point where I should know to stop talking, some part of her brain said.
"People wish for things they don't want all the time," she said. "It'd be a terrible power to have."
"We can't use this," said the nearest script writer. "Don't you like to travel? We'll say you want to be able to teleport."
"No," said the other one. "No, she's funny. We have to give her something funny."
77 kilometers out of Seoul, there was a decaying white chapel, framed by a graveyard to the left and farmland to the right. If it was supposed to be part of a town, it didn't advertise it.
She pulled off the highway.
Was it appropriate to take ducks into a place of God? It didn't feel like it. She put them by the gate. "I know there's a nice pond over there," she said, squatting over them. "But I need you to stay in this pot."
The church lobby was empty, but clean. She found a note taped to the door to the inner chapel that seemed oddly trusting. "Visiting constituents in hospital. Back at 2. Take what you need."
She pulled the doors open, and sat down to pray.
Please.
A small man in a suit shook her shoulder hours or minutes or days later. "Sooyoung," he said. "Sooyoung, it's time to go home."
"I can't," she said. Her face was wet. "I can't."
"You can," he said. "I promise you can."
"I've ruined everything."
"No one person can ruin everything," he said. He pulled her out of the pew, leading her back through the doors. "It's time to go home."
It was afternoon, and the air was stifling. She'd let the day away from her. She took stock of herself. She felt brittle, but whole.
Her duck-pot was empty.
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anon you are perfect to me please unanon
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