Challenge #25 - comment ficathon
[PROMPTING IS NOW CLOSED]
Welcome!
In the spirit of the holidays we've decided to forgo the traditional weekly challenge this week to run a comment ficathon. Prompting will close on the 1st 8th of January 2017, but remember there is no deadline if you still want to fill up a prompt. I won't be choosing a winner for this week so feel free to ( Read more... )
Welcome!
In the spirit of the holidays we've decided to forgo the traditional weekly challenge this week to run a comment ficathon. Prompting will close on the 1st 8th of January 2017, but remember there is no deadline if you still want to fill up a prompt. I won't be choosing a winner for this week so feel free to ( Read more... )
“This one,” Nayeon points. Dowoon bends over and peers through the glass at the lone fish swimming around, long fins cascading out behind it in a beautiful pale blue fan.
“Too flashy,” he shakes his head. “It’s more like you.”
She smacks him lightly on the shoulder but doesn’t argue. They move on to the next tank, full of colourful guppies flitting to the other side in fright when Nayeon presses her fingers to the glass. “Too small,” Dowoon says.
They move through the store, Nayeon’s hair tickling his cheek every time she bends over him to look into a tank, and even though a chill has begun descending on Seoul these days, the air is just as heavy as that time on the bus when he first announced he wanted to get a fish.
There are only two of them swimming together in the tank when they come across them, one with green scales shimmering blue in the light and the other an almost unnatural pink. Dowoon knows these are the ones when he touches the glass and neither seem to notice him there. Nayeon puts her hand just beside his. “The green one is you,” she says. She nudges his pinky with hers.
He grins. “Then you would be the pink one.” He nudges her back.
The attendant comes over. “This species gets lonely so it’s better to buy them as a pair.”
“Oh,” Nayeon looks disappointed. “We’re only looking for one.” She’s moving on to the next tank when he grabs her hand. Today might just be his lucky day.
“We’ll get them both,” he says firmly.
Her eyes are questioning but her lips are amused. “Why? I thought you wanted one.”
“I’m the green one,” he says, and for once he’s not stammering and searching for the right words. They come so easily when she’s around. “And you’re the pink. And they have to be together. That’s the only way.”
She laughs that homecoming laugh and flushes bright red. Later on in the bus with the plastic bag bouncing on his lap she wraps her hand around his and holds on tight, both of them watching the fish swimming around each other in silence.
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smooth yoon dowoon even though he's actually stupidly in love, I'm loving this concept ;;
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