Yellow like the Sun; Green like the Sea
Yellow like the Sun; Green like the Sea
Lime (Hello Venus) x Alice (Hello Venus)
PG-13, 682w
Lime wonders what Alice’s hair feels like.
A/N: For (inbox #7, prompt 1) as a part of kpopv. Original Link.
Prompt: hello venus, alice/lime, pigtail-pulling at band camp, any rating
Song Junhee is the flute player that’s sits one row in front of Hyerim and three chairs to her left. Her hair is yellow, a light pastel hue that’s no way natural and has been tied at the base of her neck into short pigtails. It’s the kind of hair that grabs one’s attention, dragging along a thousand questions with the pull.
Hyerim finds her eyes naturally straying from her music stand every time they gather for practice, her head buzzing with curiosity. What kind of person is Junhee? Junhee, whose flute case has the name “Alice” engraved in a pretty silver. Junhee, who's friends with the prim and proper flute player Yoo Ara.
Her hair looks soft and Hyerim wonders what it feels like. Soft like silk, smooth like wheat? Or maybe, it would burn, charring her fingers black, peeling back flesh to reveal bone, just like touching the sun.
Yoonjo’s sharp elbow jutting into her side brings Hyerim’s attention back as the conductor takes the stand. Hyerim suddenly realizes she’s been gripping her clarinet tightly, knuckles white, and the buttons have already carved indentations into her skin.
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Yoonjo teases her about her infatuation, as expected, but the irritating itch of curiosity is far more unbearable.
So Hyerim waits with twitchy hands until the day her opportunity comes. Junhee has decided to stay later to ask the teacher questions and Hyerim loiters outside, trying to appear casual.
The walk back to their tents afterwards is silent, with Hyerim trailing behind Junhee unnoticed for the most part. Junhee's hair is in pigtails again, and they sway slightly as she walks.
Hyerim’s hand reaches out before she knows it.
Junhee doesn’t squeal or shriek, but rather gives a sharp intake of breath.
It’s a short lived fantasy and the sensation of those strands of hair in her fingers is quickly forgotten as Junhee sharply turns her head.
For a moment Hyerim can’t speak. It’s different, so very very different, looking at her from the front instead of the back and she’s really pretty. Junhee narrows her eyes into a glare and then there’s pain, a sharp spike in Hyerim’s stomach as Junhee drives her fist there without a single word.
As she curls on the ground, short of breath, Hyerim realizes that Junhee’s calves are also pretty and she wonders what Junhee’s voice sounds like.
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Hyerim avoids Junhee, tries to, for the next couple of days. But her eyes do what her hands do not and Hyerim is pretty sure Junhee notices. Ara has already been giving her disapproving looks the entire week and Hyerim assumes it’s not outside the bounds of her character to warn Junhee about her stalker.
And then Junhee comes looking for her.
“Do you swim?” Junhee is direct with her question and doesn’t make it seem like it’s random at all.
Hyerim almost drops her clarinet case, shocked as she is that Junhee’s suddenly talking to her. The two of them are alone behind the Mess Hall and Hyerim almost wonders if another beating is in store.
“I’m sorry?”
“You know what they say, if you swim too much the chlorine turns your hair green.” Junhee tugs at a lock of her hair.
Before Hyerim can retort that that’s just a stupid belief, Junhee’s fingers are suddenly in her hair, nails scraping her scalp and her lips forced upon hers.
Hyerim wonders if this is what an instrument feels like, buttons all exposed and a simple press will draw out sounds you didn’t even know you could make.
The touch of their tongues, her knee between her thighs, Hyerim wonders about the noises coming from her mouth, the moans and groans, squeals and squeaks, mewls and whimpers and those sudden hitches in her breathing.
Hyerim wonders if this is how Icarus felt when he was drawn in by the beauty of the sun, the sudden heat and the melting of his wax and feathers and to suddenly fall.
Falling. Falling. Falling.
To the ocean below.
Hyerim wonders if this is what it feels like to drown.
Lime (Hello Venus) x Alice (Hello Venus)
PG-13, 682w
Lime wonders what Alice’s hair feels like.
A/N: For (inbox #7, prompt 1) as a part of kpopv. Original Link.
Prompt: hello venus, alice/lime, pigtail-pulling at band camp, any rating
Song Junhee is the flute player that’s sits one row in front of Hyerim and three chairs to her left. Her hair is yellow, a light pastel hue that’s no way natural and has been tied at the base of her neck into short pigtails. It’s the kind of hair that grabs one’s attention, dragging along a thousand questions with the pull.
Hyerim finds her eyes naturally straying from her music stand every time they gather for practice, her head buzzing with curiosity. What kind of person is Junhee? Junhee, whose flute case has the name “Alice” engraved in a pretty silver. Junhee, who's friends with the prim and proper flute player Yoo Ara.
Her hair looks soft and Hyerim wonders what it feels like. Soft like silk, smooth like wheat? Or maybe, it would burn, charring her fingers black, peeling back flesh to reveal bone, just like touching the sun.
Yoonjo’s sharp elbow jutting into her side brings Hyerim’s attention back as the conductor takes the stand. Hyerim suddenly realizes she’s been gripping her clarinet tightly, knuckles white, and the buttons have already carved indentations into her skin.
---
Yoonjo teases her about her infatuation, as expected, but the irritating itch of curiosity is far more unbearable.
So Hyerim waits with twitchy hands until the day her opportunity comes. Junhee has decided to stay later to ask the teacher questions and Hyerim loiters outside, trying to appear casual.
The walk back to their tents afterwards is silent, with Hyerim trailing behind Junhee unnoticed for the most part. Junhee's hair is in pigtails again, and they sway slightly as she walks.
Hyerim’s hand reaches out before she knows it.
Junhee doesn’t squeal or shriek, but rather gives a sharp intake of breath.
It’s a short lived fantasy and the sensation of those strands of hair in her fingers is quickly forgotten as Junhee sharply turns her head.
For a moment Hyerim can’t speak. It’s different, so very very different, looking at her from the front instead of the back and she’s really pretty. Junhee narrows her eyes into a glare and then there’s pain, a sharp spike in Hyerim’s stomach as Junhee drives her fist there without a single word.
As she curls on the ground, short of breath, Hyerim realizes that Junhee’s calves are also pretty and she wonders what Junhee’s voice sounds like.
---
Hyerim avoids Junhee, tries to, for the next couple of days. But her eyes do what her hands do not and Hyerim is pretty sure Junhee notices. Ara has already been giving her disapproving looks the entire week and Hyerim assumes it’s not outside the bounds of her character to warn Junhee about her stalker.
And then Junhee comes looking for her.
“Do you swim?” Junhee is direct with her question and doesn’t make it seem like it’s random at all.
Hyerim almost drops her clarinet case, shocked as she is that Junhee’s suddenly talking to her. The two of them are alone behind the Mess Hall and Hyerim almost wonders if another beating is in store.
“I’m sorry?”
“You know what they say, if you swim too much the chlorine turns your hair green.” Junhee tugs at a lock of her hair.
Before Hyerim can retort that that’s just a stupid belief, Junhee’s fingers are suddenly in her hair, nails scraping her scalp and her lips forced upon hers.
Hyerim wonders if this is what an instrument feels like, buttons all exposed and a simple press will draw out sounds you didn’t even know you could make.
The touch of their tongues, her knee between her thighs, Hyerim wonders about the noises coming from her mouth, the moans and groans, squeals and squeaks, mewls and whimpers and those sudden hitches in her breathing.
Hyerim wonders if this is how Icarus felt when he was drawn in by the beauty of the sun, the sudden heat and the melting of his wax and feathers and to suddenly fall.
Falling. Falling. Falling.
To the ocean below.
Hyerim wonders if this is what it feels like to drown.