unnideul fill
Parting
f(x), Krystal/Luna, PG, 600 words
For unnideul post one.
The Sunday before school starts back, Luna meets Krystal at the park behind their neighborhood. It's late enough that the kids have all gone home, tucked early into bed in preparation for the first day, but not so late that Luna can't convince her parents to let her out. She slips on her sandals at the door, stepping out into the sticky August night. There's a big orange moon in the sky, trailing behind Luna as she weaves past Monday's trash and recycling bins set out on the sidewalk, flip flops slapping against the pavement.
Krystal's occupying one of the swings when Luna approaches. She gestures to the one next to her like, I saved this for you even though there's no one around. They sit for a long stretch of silence. Luna counts the mosquito bites on her legs. One from the trip to the store this morning, two from helping her mother with the garden, one more from the pool yesterday.
They'd been friends throughout childhood, the both of them. Luna, a year older and two grades between them, telling Krystal what to expect from third grade. Middle school found them digging around in Jessica's makeup bag, practicing kissing under the pool table in Luna's basement with crude red lips. When they were younger, different grades were isolated. They waved in the hallways, but that was all Luna saw of Krystal. Summers, on the other hand, were theirs to share. Popsicle sticky fingers, sunburnt shoulders, thick callouses on their feet from never wearing shoes.
It wasn't Krystal's fault that things changed. It wasn't even Jinri's, though Luna sometimes wishes she could blame her. Luna spent her first two years of high school thinking about eating lunch with Krystal, but Krystal pulled her aside the night before her first day (a night an awful lot like this one) to say, "Maybe we shouldn't hang out during school." And that was that. Which, Luna decided, was fine, because her friends would've thought Krystal was a bitch anyway. Luna hung out with the drama nerds. Krystal hung out with Jinri, a sophomore, and her vaguely apathetic friends.
The first day of summer, Luna opened her front door to find Krystal on her porch. "Wanna go to the pool?" she'd asked, like no time at all had passed between telling Luna off and now. And Luna, who'd had three years to understand how teenage girls work, just said, "Let me get my swimsuit."
Krystal had two more inches on Luna and a slight curve to her bikini top, but otherwise she was the same. A little prickly, a lot beautiful, kind when she wanted to be. They talked about the boys in Luna's grade that Jinri had crushes on, like the boy with the long hair who played his guitar at every talent show. They flirted middle school boys out of their pocket change for Creamsicles at the pool, shared with their feet dangling in the deep end. Luna told Krystal about her first kiss with the college boy who helped with their drama sets and Krystal squealed, flinging her arms around Luna's neck. It was a good summer.
The inevitability of summer is that it must end. Luna kicks the dirt under her swing with her toes, which makes Krystal finally look over at her. "Ready for senior year?" she asks. The strap of her tank top has fallen down her arm, exposing the thick tanline from her swimsuit. Luna reaches over and slides the strap back up to her shoulder, briefly taking in the heat of Krystal's skin under her fingertips.
"Yeah, I think so."----
In under the wire! I normally hate generic American AUs but I wanted to write about summer vacation and seeing as the second semester of Korean school starts after summer, it didn't really capture the same feeling. Hence, American names were used, as well as birthdays that fit into the American school calendar, meaning that Krystal is two years behind Luna instead of one.
f(x), Krystal/Luna, PG, 600 words
For unnideul post one.
The Sunday before school starts back, Luna meets Krystal at the park behind their neighborhood. It's late enough that the kids have all gone home, tucked early into bed in preparation for the first day, but not so late that Luna can't convince her parents to let her out. She slips on her sandals at the door, stepping out into the sticky August night. There's a big orange moon in the sky, trailing behind Luna as she weaves past Monday's trash and recycling bins set out on the sidewalk, flip flops slapping against the pavement.
Krystal's occupying one of the swings when Luna approaches. She gestures to the one next to her like, I saved this for you even though there's no one around. They sit for a long stretch of silence. Luna counts the mosquito bites on her legs. One from the trip to the store this morning, two from helping her mother with the garden, one more from the pool yesterday.
They'd been friends throughout childhood, the both of them. Luna, a year older and two grades between them, telling Krystal what to expect from third grade. Middle school found them digging around in Jessica's makeup bag, practicing kissing under the pool table in Luna's basement with crude red lips. When they were younger, different grades were isolated. They waved in the hallways, but that was all Luna saw of Krystal. Summers, on the other hand, were theirs to share. Popsicle sticky fingers, sunburnt shoulders, thick callouses on their feet from never wearing shoes.
It wasn't Krystal's fault that things changed. It wasn't even Jinri's, though Luna sometimes wishes she could blame her. Luna spent her first two years of high school thinking about eating lunch with Krystal, but Krystal pulled her aside the night before her first day (a night an awful lot like this one) to say, "Maybe we shouldn't hang out during school." And that was that. Which, Luna decided, was fine, because her friends would've thought Krystal was a bitch anyway. Luna hung out with the drama nerds. Krystal hung out with Jinri, a sophomore, and her vaguely apathetic friends.
The first day of summer, Luna opened her front door to find Krystal on her porch. "Wanna go to the pool?" she'd asked, like no time at all had passed between telling Luna off and now. And Luna, who'd had three years to understand how teenage girls work, just said, "Let me get my swimsuit."
Krystal had two more inches on Luna and a slight curve to her bikini top, but otherwise she was the same. A little prickly, a lot beautiful, kind when she wanted to be. They talked about the boys in Luna's grade that Jinri had crushes on, like the boy with the long hair who played his guitar at every talent show. They flirted middle school boys out of their pocket change for Creamsicles at the pool, shared with their feet dangling in the deep end. Luna told Krystal about her first kiss with the college boy who helped with their drama sets and Krystal squealed, flinging her arms around Luna's neck. It was a good summer.
The inevitability of summer is that it must end. Luna kicks the dirt under her swing with her toes, which makes Krystal finally look over at her. "Ready for senior year?" she asks. The strap of her tank top has fallen down her arm, exposing the thick tanline from her swimsuit. Luna reaches over and slides the strap back up to her shoulder, briefly taking in the heat of Krystal's skin under her fingertips.
"Yeah, I think so."----
In under the wire! I normally hate generic American AUs but I wanted to write about summer vacation and seeing as the second semester of Korean school starts after summer, it didn't really capture the same feeling. Hence, American names were used, as well as birthdays that fit into the American school calendar, meaning that Krystal is two years behind Luna instead of one.