HURRICANE GIRL || ONE-SHOT
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SUMMARY:
Where you go, I go.
Z E R O
There is something off about you, and I can't say if it's wonderful or frightening, but I want to say it's a little bit of both.
Your eyes are sharp. Pretty. They've always been pretty, and I've always thought they were pretty. Sometimes I tease you about them, and sometimes you hit me or pout or agree and say, Yeah, they're not that pretty, but they're okay, but I love how you take everything in stride. And do you know - do you know how, in movies, where strange things happen at the slightest revelation? Boy thinks girl is beautiful and flowers bloom? Or girl realizes she's in love, and it starts raining?
We've never been like that. Not really. But somehow - and you can call me crazy because I know I am - when you really look at me, that soul-defining gaze of yours that makes my heart drop, it's like the magic hour falls across Seoul all day, every day. And when you turn away from me, everything goes dark and the city I love becomes a city without luster.
(Please don't look away from me.)
I'm not going to say I love you. I don't know how. You can think it's because I'm too young and inexperienced, and I know you want to hear it, but I won't say it. We're not about face-to-face confessions, are we? We'll talk about them to other people, maybe, and sometimes I want you to kiss me or hug me or express grand gestures of your devotion, but I don't ever want you to tell me you love me.
It's not us, and I want everything to be about us. I want to laugh on the shore with you, I want you to pick up where I leave off, I want you to care for me, charge at me when I'm being too obnoxious for you, and I want you to laugh at my childish songs because that is love. That's ours. Did you know that? Have you noticed?
Have you noticed how easy I fall in stride with you? Or the way I never want to let you go? How you go about your business, and I follow you without you needing to tell me to?
누나.
Did you know?
I am swept away by you.