take it as a sign.
sweet escape.
kara/t-ara. gyuri/eunjung. pg.
your problems will always find you.
Gyuri woke with a start to the sound of rolling thunder and a frigid chill traveling down her spine. She shifted on the bed, the thick fur blanket sliding down over her shoulder as she turned to her bedmate. “Hey, did you hear that?” she asked, lightly tapping the other girls shoulder to wake her.
Her hand was brushed aside as Eunjung rolled over, curling her body around Gyuri and muttering sleepily, “It’s just a storm, go back to bed, love.”
The words were barely out of her mouth before another crack of thunder seemed to shake the cabin itself and Gyuri slipped out from under the covers, ignoring Eunjung’s whine at her warm body being displaced. “Hey!”
Gyuri ignored her and headed towards the window, carefully pulling back the edge of the curtain to look outside. A storm had come overnight and the rain was already starting to fall, quickly soaking the ground through and saturating everything in sight. She scanned the forest surrounding their cabin as best as she could, but the penetrating darkness made it useless and she turned to head back to bed.
“I know I heard something…someone,” she muttered, more to herself than anything, but Eunjung still rose up on one elbow to look at her, a brief lightning flash illuminating the room.
“Did you hear something or did you ‘hear’ it?” she asked and Gyuri shook her head, unsure. Her third eye wasn’t completely defined, which meant she wasn’t always sure of what she heard.
Eunjung sighed and flopped back on the bed, patting the empty space next to her to lure Gyuri back in. “It’s tough, having a clairvoyant for a girlfriend,” she mused out loud, a soft smile on her face. “They wake up at weird hours hearing and seeing things and try to bridge the gap between the living and dead all the time. It makes for tough nights.” By the time she’d finished, Gyuri had rejoined her in bed and slid in close, lightly kissing the bare skin of her shoulder in apology.
“Sorry honey. I’d turn it off if I could,” she said and they both know how true it was. Gyuri had been seeing the dead for over a decade and it never got any easier; it only became more manageable when they moved out to the country and, eventually, a tiny cabin ten miles from the nearest village where spirits were less accumulated.
She still remembered the first time she’d heard the voice of the deceased - she was thirteen and the mother of the boy who’d kissed her after school had all but threatened her to stay away - and the experience would probably remain with her until she joined the afterlife herself. Many nights she had spent fretting over her ability, but it wasn’t until she met Eunjung that she learned to not let something as sensing the dead ruin her life.
Eunjung shrugged and wrapped her arms around her girlfriend, pulling her in close and kissing the top of her head. “It’s ok, just sleep now. We’ve got to be up early to go into town for supplies.”
With that they both laid back down, letting the crack and roll of the storm outside lull them into a soft sleep. Gyuri lay awake a little longer, eyes fixed on the window and the shadows cast on it by the forest around them, before she, too, succumbed to sleep.
two halves of a whole.
snsd. jessica/hyoyeon. pg.
the ties that bind will never sever.
“For a ghost you sure are pushy.”
“What? You thought the afterlife would temper my princess-like personality?”
Hyoyeon and Jessica shared a laugh at that, the room echoing with the noise before it gently faded away. If anyone were to look inside the deserted practice room, they’d see the strange sight of a trainee laughing and talking with the air next to her, holding a conversation as if there was someone beside her.
“God forbid. Jessica Jung wouldn’t be Jessica Jung if she let a little old thing like death stop her from bossing around her friends,” Hyoyeon laughed as she reached for the bottled water on the ground, unscrewing the cap with deft fingers.
Jessica froze, her spectral form pausing in motion for a moment before restarting it’s lazy drift above the floor. “Friend? We’re friends now, huh?” she questioned, her voice coming out with a tinge of huffiness that Hyoyeon was used to hearing.
She shifted uncomfortably, confused as to how a ghost could make her feel like a naughty child, and shrugged lightly. “Yeah, I mean…it’s not like we ever got a chance to become anything else, she responded and they both grew silent at that.
They don’t talk about Jessica’s death, mostly because neither of them remember it all that well, but also because it was a harsh reminder that they never got to develop passed their friendship into something else. Something better. Hyoyeon still thought about it when she finally left he dance studio and went back to the dorms, what it be like had Jessica lived through that accident and they could’ve talked about that first kiss; that only kiss. She thought about what it’d be like to come back to the dorms after a long practice and flop down, still sweaty and on her adrenaline high, next to Jessica on the couch and hug her close even as she fought to get the smelly girl away.
She thought about what it would’ve been like to kiss Jessica again, slower and careful, without the rush of a million things weighing them down.
She was brought from her reverie by the chilly feeling of Jessica’s ghostly fingers brushing against her bare arm. “We still could you know,” she said, looking away towards the fan still blaring in the corner, but her voice was rough enough that Hyoyeon caught how much she meant.
“You want to try a dating? As a ghost?” Saying it aloud didn’t help how ridiculous it sounded and Hyoyeon let out a sharp bark of laughter to cover up just how much she did want that - which was a frightening amount.
Jessica pulled away, drifting from Hyoyeon’s side towards the far wall, arms crossed over her chest and a pout on her lips. “Fine. Be that way. I was just making a suggestion.” She sounded cold, but Hyoyeon noted the hurt and grunted as she stood up, sore muscles protesting the sudden change in movement after being so relaxed.
“Hey, come on now. Even you have to admit it sounded a little crazy, even for you. For our age, dating someone in another neighborhood is considered long-distance, so what does that make dating someone who’s not even on the same…I don’t know, astral plane?” She waved her hands through the air, trying to articulate what she meant to Jessica when she didn’t really even know.
Thankfully, Jessica was the smarter half of their pair and moved so she was floating right in front of her, eye to eye. “I’m not saying we have to be girlfriends or anything since I know how often you look at that walking string bean in your voice lesson, but…couldn't I be your ghost girlfriend at least?”
Hyoyeon took in a sharp breath, letting it out only when she remembered Jessica was the dead one, not her, and nodded. She raised a hand, holding it aloft until Jessica inched towards it just close enough that Hyoyeon thought she could feel the pressure of her cheek against her hand.
“Ghost girlfriend, huh?” she muttered before leaning in to just brush her lips to where she knew Jessica’s were and it brought her back to their first kiss, hurried and rushed in the dorm bathroom as their manager called for them to come out; she thought she could taste Jessica’s lip gloss again.
When she pulled away, she noted the way Jessica had let her eyes fall shut and smirked. “Well, my contract didn’t say anything about a ghost girlfriend, so I guess I’m good.”
2/5 for unniedearest halloween trope challenge 2013
kara/t-ara. gyuri/eunjung. pg.
your problems will always find you.
Gyuri woke with a start to the sound of rolling thunder and a frigid chill traveling down her spine. She shifted on the bed, the thick fur blanket sliding down over her shoulder as she turned to her bedmate. “Hey, did you hear that?” she asked, lightly tapping the other girls shoulder to wake her.
Her hand was brushed aside as Eunjung rolled over, curling her body around Gyuri and muttering sleepily, “It’s just a storm, go back to bed, love.”
The words were barely out of her mouth before another crack of thunder seemed to shake the cabin itself and Gyuri slipped out from under the covers, ignoring Eunjung’s whine at her warm body being displaced. “Hey!”
Gyuri ignored her and headed towards the window, carefully pulling back the edge of the curtain to look outside. A storm had come overnight and the rain was already starting to fall, quickly soaking the ground through and saturating everything in sight. She scanned the forest surrounding their cabin as best as she could, but the penetrating darkness made it useless and she turned to head back to bed.
“I know I heard something…someone,” she muttered, more to herself than anything, but Eunjung still rose up on one elbow to look at her, a brief lightning flash illuminating the room.
“Did you hear something or did you ‘hear’ it?” she asked and Gyuri shook her head, unsure. Her third eye wasn’t completely defined, which meant she wasn’t always sure of what she heard.
Eunjung sighed and flopped back on the bed, patting the empty space next to her to lure Gyuri back in. “It’s tough, having a clairvoyant for a girlfriend,” she mused out loud, a soft smile on her face. “They wake up at weird hours hearing and seeing things and try to bridge the gap between the living and dead all the time. It makes for tough nights.” By the time she’d finished, Gyuri had rejoined her in bed and slid in close, lightly kissing the bare skin of her shoulder in apology.
“Sorry honey. I’d turn it off if I could,” she said and they both know how true it was. Gyuri had been seeing the dead for over a decade and it never got any easier; it only became more manageable when they moved out to the country and, eventually, a tiny cabin ten miles from the nearest village where spirits were less accumulated.
She still remembered the first time she’d heard the voice of the deceased - she was thirteen and the mother of the boy who’d kissed her after school had all but threatened her to stay away - and the experience would probably remain with her until she joined the afterlife herself. Many nights she had spent fretting over her ability, but it wasn’t until she met Eunjung that she learned to not let something as sensing the dead ruin her life.
Eunjung shrugged and wrapped her arms around her girlfriend, pulling her in close and kissing the top of her head. “It’s ok, just sleep now. We’ve got to be up early to go into town for supplies.”
With that they both laid back down, letting the crack and roll of the storm outside lull them into a soft sleep. Gyuri lay awake a little longer, eyes fixed on the window and the shadows cast on it by the forest around them, before she, too, succumbed to sleep.
two halves of a whole.
snsd. jessica/hyoyeon. pg.
the ties that bind will never sever.
“For a ghost you sure are pushy.”
“What? You thought the afterlife would temper my princess-like personality?”
Hyoyeon and Jessica shared a laugh at that, the room echoing with the noise before it gently faded away. If anyone were to look inside the deserted practice room, they’d see the strange sight of a trainee laughing and talking with the air next to her, holding a conversation as if there was someone beside her.
“God forbid. Jessica Jung wouldn’t be Jessica Jung if she let a little old thing like death stop her from bossing around her friends,” Hyoyeon laughed as she reached for the bottled water on the ground, unscrewing the cap with deft fingers.
Jessica froze, her spectral form pausing in motion for a moment before restarting it’s lazy drift above the floor. “Friend? We’re friends now, huh?” she questioned, her voice coming out with a tinge of huffiness that Hyoyeon was used to hearing.
She shifted uncomfortably, confused as to how a ghost could make her feel like a naughty child, and shrugged lightly. “Yeah, I mean…it’s not like we ever got a chance to become anything else, she responded and they both grew silent at that.
They don’t talk about Jessica’s death, mostly because neither of them remember it all that well, but also because it was a harsh reminder that they never got to develop passed their friendship into something else. Something better. Hyoyeon still thought about it when she finally left he dance studio and went back to the dorms, what it be like had Jessica lived through that accident and they could’ve talked about that first kiss; that only kiss. She thought about what it’d be like to come back to the dorms after a long practice and flop down, still sweaty and on her adrenaline high, next to Jessica on the couch and hug her close even as she fought to get the smelly girl away.
She thought about what it would’ve been like to kiss Jessica again, slower and careful, without the rush of a million things weighing them down.
She was brought from her reverie by the chilly feeling of Jessica’s ghostly fingers brushing against her bare arm. “We still could you know,” she said, looking away towards the fan still blaring in the corner, but her voice was rough enough that Hyoyeon caught how much she meant.
“You want to try a dating? As a ghost?” Saying it aloud didn’t help how ridiculous it sounded and Hyoyeon let out a sharp bark of laughter to cover up just how much she did want that - which was a frightening amount.
Jessica pulled away, drifting from Hyoyeon’s side towards the far wall, arms crossed over her chest and a pout on her lips. “Fine. Be that way. I was just making a suggestion.” She sounded cold, but Hyoyeon noted the hurt and grunted as she stood up, sore muscles protesting the sudden change in movement after being so relaxed.
“Hey, come on now. Even you have to admit it sounded a little crazy, even for you. For our age, dating someone in another neighborhood is considered long-distance, so what does that make dating someone who’s not even on the same…I don’t know, astral plane?” She waved her hands through the air, trying to articulate what she meant to Jessica when she didn’t really even know.
Thankfully, Jessica was the smarter half of their pair and moved so she was floating right in front of her, eye to eye. “I’m not saying we have to be girlfriends or anything since I know how often you look at that walking string bean in your voice lesson, but…couldn't I be your ghost girlfriend at least?”
Hyoyeon took in a sharp breath, letting it out only when she remembered Jessica was the dead one, not her, and nodded. She raised a hand, holding it aloft until Jessica inched towards it just close enough that Hyoyeon thought she could feel the pressure of her cheek against her hand.
“Ghost girlfriend, huh?” she muttered before leaning in to just brush her lips to where she knew Jessica’s were and it brought her back to their first kiss, hurried and rushed in the dorm bathroom as their manager called for them to come out; she thought she could taste Jessica’s lip gloss again.
When she pulled away, she noted the way Jessica had let her eyes fall shut and smirked. “Well, my contract didn’t say anything about a ghost girlfriend, so I guess I’m good.”
2/5 for unniedearest halloween trope challenge 2013