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#016 - spring cleaning
Title: spring cleaning
Author: kisoap
Fandom/Characters/Pairing: Red Velvet/UNIQ | Seulgi/Sungjoo
Rating/Warnings: G
Challenge # & Prompt: #016 - dust
Word Count: 503w
"Do you ever feel like a speck of dust?"
Sungjoo looks up from where he's lifting one of Seulgi's boxes. The late afternoon sunlight, a plain but unadulterated shade of honey, filters in through the single square window in her attic, illuminating the dust they keep kicking up like stars in the daytime. Seulgi, from her perch on one of her decades-old lock-top plastic boxes, dangling her legs above the ground, cards a hand through the air, opening and closing her fist as if she's trying to catch something he can't see. Every time she uncurls her fingers, she frowns, palms coming up empty again.
In his momentary distraction, Sungjoo drops the box on his toes. Seulgi smiles lazily when he curses, stretching languidly across her face like a sunbeam, and laughs a moment too late.
"Why do you say that?" Sungjoo finally replies after deciding to give up. Seulgi shrugs, swiping her palm against the stack of boxes next to her and then observing the subsequent dust that sticks to it.
They did this a lot - drowning in did you ever's, if you could's, and what would you do's - and called it a game. Wenhan called them boring. Sungjoo called it fun, fun until he found himself staring at one of the hypotheticals becoming reality in the face, suddenly not knowing if he would be able to uphold all his earnest answers from before. It looks suspiciously like Seulgi staring back at him.
She sighs, deflating. "You know. Floating aimlessly by yourself." Shakes a loose strand of hair away from her face. Sungjoo sees her lips quivering, moth wings against the brightness of the window. "Meaningless without others."
Something shrinks in his chest, somewhere around his lungs, and where there should be air is just him, holding his breath in a collapsed vacuum of space. "Seulgi," he says, hearing the warning in his voice, but not knowing how it got there. All he knows is that Seulgi is looking at her sneakers and that two days from now, she'll be an entire ocean away.
Sungjoo walks overs to her, hands leaning against the sides of the box she's sitting on, nose almost touching hers. Seulgi meets his eyes when he doesn't back away, lips pressed into a small semblance of a smile. He tucks the loose strand of hair behind her ear, the dust from his fingertips burying itself there.
She puts her palm close to her mouth, the one with all the dust stuck to it, and blows. The specks scatter between them and Sungjoo coughs, leaning back a bit, only for Seulgi to laugh again, more quiet and hollow this time. She wipes whatever didn't come off onto the sleeve of his t-shirt.
"It'll be fine," Sungjoo insists when Seulgi wraps her arms around his waist. (he doesn't know this)
But as they watch each other through the dust suspended in the air, twinkling stars in the daytime, Sungjoo makes the futile wish that everything really will be.
a/n: mod, may i please have a group: uniq tag? thank you!
Author: kisoap
Fandom/Characters/Pairing: Red Velvet/UNIQ | Seulgi/Sungjoo
Rating/Warnings: G
Challenge # & Prompt: #016 - dust
Word Count: 503w
"Do you ever feel like a speck of dust?"
Sungjoo looks up from where he's lifting one of Seulgi's boxes. The late afternoon sunlight, a plain but unadulterated shade of honey, filters in through the single square window in her attic, illuminating the dust they keep kicking up like stars in the daytime. Seulgi, from her perch on one of her decades-old lock-top plastic boxes, dangling her legs above the ground, cards a hand through the air, opening and closing her fist as if she's trying to catch something he can't see. Every time she uncurls her fingers, she frowns, palms coming up empty again.
In his momentary distraction, Sungjoo drops the box on his toes. Seulgi smiles lazily when he curses, stretching languidly across her face like a sunbeam, and laughs a moment too late.
"Why do you say that?" Sungjoo finally replies after deciding to give up. Seulgi shrugs, swiping her palm against the stack of boxes next to her and then observing the subsequent dust that sticks to it.
They did this a lot - drowning in did you ever's, if you could's, and what would you do's - and called it a game. Wenhan called them boring. Sungjoo called it fun, fun until he found himself staring at one of the hypotheticals becoming reality in the face, suddenly not knowing if he would be able to uphold all his earnest answers from before. It looks suspiciously like Seulgi staring back at him.
She sighs, deflating. "You know. Floating aimlessly by yourself." Shakes a loose strand of hair away from her face. Sungjoo sees her lips quivering, moth wings against the brightness of the window. "Meaningless without others."
Something shrinks in his chest, somewhere around his lungs, and where there should be air is just him, holding his breath in a collapsed vacuum of space. "Seulgi," he says, hearing the warning in his voice, but not knowing how it got there. All he knows is that Seulgi is looking at her sneakers and that two days from now, she'll be an entire ocean away.
Sungjoo walks overs to her, hands leaning against the sides of the box she's sitting on, nose almost touching hers. Seulgi meets his eyes when he doesn't back away, lips pressed into a small semblance of a smile. He tucks the loose strand of hair behind her ear, the dust from his fingertips burying itself there.
She puts her palm close to her mouth, the one with all the dust stuck to it, and blows. The specks scatter between them and Sungjoo coughs, leaning back a bit, only for Seulgi to laugh again, more quiet and hollow this time. She wipes whatever didn't come off onto the sleeve of his t-shirt.
"It'll be fine," Sungjoo insists when Seulgi wraps her arms around his waist. (he doesn't know this)
But as they watch each other through the dust suspended in the air, twinkling stars in the daytime, Sungjoo makes the futile wish that everything really will be.
a/n: mod, may i please have a group: uniq tag? thank you!