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Cycle
Title: Cycle
Author: flow19
Fandom/Characters/Pairing: SNSD (former), f(x); Jessica and Krystal Jung
Rating/Warnings: G
Challenge # & Prompt: #008 - Letting Go
Word Count: 568
Growing up in a family of four that feels like a family of two, you learn to depend on each other in good times and in bad.
It’s not that they don’t love their parents. It’s just that they’re gone more than they’re there. And for two little girls growing up without the attention and affection of their parents, it’s a tough pill to swallow.
Good thing they have each other.
But it won’t always be the case, right? They each have a life of their own after all, complete with its own worries, friendships, romances, successes, and failures. It’s not like they can always be joint at the hip forever, tangled in a heap on the couch, giggling about girls and boys they see on magazines, munching on snacks, giving each other a mani and pedi to boot.
She’s the older one between the two of them and realizes it first. Her heart breaks but she knows it’s just the way life is.
Even now that they’re only in their teens and many of life’s problems and ambitions and happiness and tears seem like many lightyears away, she already feels it. It’s a struggle, she realizes, to accept that things won’t always be the same, that though they are always bonded for life, she has her own way to go and her sister has hers.
“Jess?”
She looks up from the books and papers scattered on the table before her, finding her sister standing in the doorway. It’s with a start that she realizes it’s been a while since they spoke, ever since her sister started the I-hate-anything-and-everyone-in-the-world stage of the teenage angst phase and she herself started the holy-shit-I’m-about-to-go-to-college-so-I-need-to-get-it-together stage of her impending adult life.
“Yes?”
“Can you teach me how to ride a bike?”
Her eyebrows raise and she nearly asks why when she sees the shadow in her sister’s gaze, the firm line her lips are pressed into, and the coloring on her cheeks. Something must’ve happened in school.
But she doesn’t ask. Instead, she looks at the pile of work she needs to get through before the first bell at school rings the next day. She makes up her mind right away.
“Go get the bike.”
She’s lazy. Her sister’s stubborn. They fight and cuss and shout at each other along the way but her sister eventually gets on the bike, helmet and knee pads on and a firm grip on the bike, while she stands at the side with a firm grip of her own.
“Don’t let go, okay?”
“You can do this.” She mumbles. “Now start pedaling.”
It’s unsteady as hell and there’s even more screaming and cursing and arguments here and there. But at least they’re moving and she marvels at the look of determination on her sister’s face.
Until they stumble on a rock.
She manages to straighten the bike before her sister can become one with the ground. “I got you.”
“I can’t do this!” Her sister cries. “It’s hard.”
“Yes, you can, Krys.” She places her sister’s hands back on the bike. “Try again.”
“Jess.”
“Try again.”
She tightens her grip and pedals once more. The bike moves and moves, inching forward, wobbly still, but she isn’t fazed. And she pedals and pedals and pedals.
Jessica doesn’t know how or why but she feels the moment - the right moment - for her to let go.
And she does.
Author: flow19
Fandom/Characters/Pairing: SNSD (former), f(x); Jessica and Krystal Jung
Rating/Warnings: G
Challenge # & Prompt: #008 - Letting Go
Word Count: 568
Growing up in a family of four that feels like a family of two, you learn to depend on each other in good times and in bad.
It’s not that they don’t love their parents. It’s just that they’re gone more than they’re there. And for two little girls growing up without the attention and affection of their parents, it’s a tough pill to swallow.
Good thing they have each other.
But it won’t always be the case, right? They each have a life of their own after all, complete with its own worries, friendships, romances, successes, and failures. It’s not like they can always be joint at the hip forever, tangled in a heap on the couch, giggling about girls and boys they see on magazines, munching on snacks, giving each other a mani and pedi to boot.
She’s the older one between the two of them and realizes it first. Her heart breaks but she knows it’s just the way life is.
Even now that they’re only in their teens and many of life’s problems and ambitions and happiness and tears seem like many lightyears away, she already feels it. It’s a struggle, she realizes, to accept that things won’t always be the same, that though they are always bonded for life, she has her own way to go and her sister has hers.
“Jess?”
She looks up from the books and papers scattered on the table before her, finding her sister standing in the doorway. It’s with a start that she realizes it’s been a while since they spoke, ever since her sister started the I-hate-anything-and-everyone-in-the-world stage of the teenage angst phase and she herself started the holy-shit-I’m-about-to-go-to-college-so-I-need-to-get-it-together stage of her impending adult life.
“Yes?”
“Can you teach me how to ride a bike?”
Her eyebrows raise and she nearly asks why when she sees the shadow in her sister’s gaze, the firm line her lips are pressed into, and the coloring on her cheeks. Something must’ve happened in school.
But she doesn’t ask. Instead, she looks at the pile of work she needs to get through before the first bell at school rings the next day. She makes up her mind right away.
“Go get the bike.”
She’s lazy. Her sister’s stubborn. They fight and cuss and shout at each other along the way but her sister eventually gets on the bike, helmet and knee pads on and a firm grip on the bike, while she stands at the side with a firm grip of her own.
“Don’t let go, okay?”
“You can do this.” She mumbles. “Now start pedaling.”
It’s unsteady as hell and there’s even more screaming and cursing and arguments here and there. But at least they’re moving and she marvels at the look of determination on her sister’s face.
Until they stumble on a rock.
She manages to straighten the bike before her sister can become one with the ground. “I got you.”
“I can’t do this!” Her sister cries. “It’s hard.”
“Yes, you can, Krys.” She places her sister’s hands back on the bike. “Try again.”
“Jess.”
“Try again.”
She tightens her grip and pedals once more. The bike moves and moves, inching forward, wobbly still, but she isn’t fazed. And she pedals and pedals and pedals.
Jessica doesn’t know how or why but she feels the moment - the right moment - for her to let go.
And she does.