parts of pieces
A/N: Writing, left to be so. Inspiration, motivation, criticism; anyone? Any input would be great, I like chatting with people.
wonder
sunny-centric, OT9
Sunny sometimes wonders why her group members are all slightly eccentric, sometimes childish, vain (though beautiful) and embarrassing.
Yet she's the one laughing hardest at Hyoyeon and Sooyoung's antics; during these times she forgets all she has ever wondered (eg. why antis hate, why she's so tired, and sometimes where that few centimetres of her height has gone), and gets reminded of why she's still here anyway.
Because these eight tumbling all over the living room floor in laughter are made all the more dear by their odd imperfections; showing their natural selves in full unglamour when around one another, and becoming one concerto of perfection when together.
Sunny never ever wonders though, why she sticks with them.
again
broken!yulsic, yoonsic
I knew it; that I had never really let go of you. Let you go I did, but I never let go of your love, of our memories, of my pain.
Usually these never bothered me, for unless triggered, they were weightless. But when visions of you increased startlingly in frequency, I began to worry.
Passerbys reminded me of you. That skinny but resilient body frame. Silky hair. Tan skin, at times. Or people who tried hard.
Each sighting (or were they illusions?) sent a stab to my heart which had never really healed wholly in the first place.
Yet, I pressed on. Life had to be lived, even if the shadow I cast was of you.
***
Jessica Jung stretched her back for the nth time, tensed from stationing herself in front of the laptop composing an essay since morning. Atypical of her to bother so much, but this was due first thing the next morning and she had been challenged by the professor to disprove his impression of her as a sloth.
Well, honestly speaking, she was... But she wasn't one to back down either. A puff of vapour escaped her lips in discontentment as she remembered his words.
She glanced at the overhead menu, catching the attention of the barista. The young woman bowed in greeting. Jessica returned the bow while contemplating the available choices.
"Wanna try our mocha latte? It's the favourite here," her voice rang.
Jessica arched an eyebrow at the suggestion of the zealous barista. She smoothed her expression with a light massage of her fingers.
"Um, it's okay. I'll get a flat white please."
The woman looked mildly disappointed, but recovered right after.
"Sure, a moment please!"
Jessica gave a small smile, turning away to observe the maple trees outside the glass window.
***
This was a relatively quiet cafe, frequented by loyal customers who tipped generously. Jessica was one of them, though this was probably the first time she was here with work, and not a romance novel.
"I've seen you many times, and you're about to finish everything on the menu, but why don't you want to try the mocha latte?"
Jessica took the glass being handed over to her as she pondered.
...she's seen me many times before...?
"You're not new?"
The woman's face went aghast. "Excuse me? I've been making every single thing you've been drinking since forever!"
A confused Jessica remained passive outwardly. "I only remember the tall one. And that other one, kind of loud, and American I think?"
"Aish.. You mean Sooyoung unnie and Tiffany unnie. They've always been doing cashiering but both of them had something on today. I need to start doing cashiering too or none of the customers will recognize me.."
Jessica placed a note on the counter. "I guess so. Thanks, and keep the change."
"Oh--", the barista wanted to reply but Jessica was already out of earshot.
Unfriendly... oh and she didn't answer my question!
***
(untitled)
sunfany/2ny
"I can only count on nightmares," Sunny smiles ruefully. "They wouldn't go away even if I asked."
"What about me?"
Sunny takes a moment to lock her eyes with Tiffany's.
A small laugh escapes. "You wouldn't go away even if I begged."
The earnest gaze turns into a glare screaming unamused. "Okay, okay," Sunny clears the joke, righting her posture.
"Well. Do you think I should count on you?"
fit
jessica and, read on
The End.
Jessica frowns as she slaps the book shut; displeasure evident. She had spent her day in, cuddled on her bed, doing nothing but engross herself in reading. She had even skipped dinner. Digging for her phone hidden somewhere in the mess of the sheets, it reveals itself by slipping onto the floor and making a loud, wince-worthy tlack.
Jessica huffs picking it up, pressing speed dial 4.
Whoever it is answers with laughter that jars the ears, effectively tipping Jessica's frustration.
"Tiffany. Hwang. Mi. Young."
The other end silences, before said woman speaks, in recognition of the caller (and her mood). "Yes, Jessi?"
"What the hell. You didn't tell me the freaking book had a sequel!"
"Huh." Then Tiffany registers. "I just lent it to you this morning!"
"Whatever. I'm finished and I need the next book. Now."
"What?" A pause, sounds of ruffling. "How?"
By this time, Jessica has tidied her hair and reached the living room. She eyes Krystal's slippers and the whereabouts of her own pair are unknown.
"I'm heading over as we speak."
Slipping into the worn out pair, she inwardly wonders how her sister manages to fit these floppy flip-flops into any outfit.
"I'm busy right now, I'll pass it to you tomorrow!" a hint of panic laces Tiffany's words.
"It'll take only a minute. See you in a few," and Jessica taps the red button.
Whatever Tiffany is hiding, Jessica wants to know. The slippers' flapping increase in pace, and Jessica comes to a conclusion that they never really do fit in outfits, no matter a ball gown or her current sleeveless and shorts.
Several pieces fit together though, when she finds her own sandals carelessly tucked in the blind spot Tiffany uses for her flings who secretly visit at night.
Before she can press the doorbell, the door swings open unexpectedly. However, it is Tiffany who jolts in surprise, suppressing a shriek into an adorable yelp. She contains the shock immediately, pushing the book to Jessica.
A bored expression twirks with the raise of an eyebrow. "Oh, okay. Thanks."
The visitor then strolls out of the frontyard, and Tiffany shouts a goodbye, following with a heave of relief.
As Tiffany is sending Krystal out of the house a few hours later reluctantly, both of them startle at the sight of the familiar slippers placed beside the floormat, where it's obvious.
While they aren't the typical fit, they smile now knowing they'd be accepted regardless.
wonder
sunny-centric, OT9
Sunny sometimes wonders why her group members are all slightly eccentric, sometimes childish, vain (though beautiful) and embarrassing.
Yet she's the one laughing hardest at Hyoyeon and Sooyoung's antics; during these times she forgets all she has ever wondered (eg. why antis hate, why she's so tired, and sometimes where that few centimetres of her height has gone), and gets reminded of why she's still here anyway.
Because these eight tumbling all over the living room floor in laughter are made all the more dear by their odd imperfections; showing their natural selves in full unglamour when around one another, and becoming one concerto of perfection when together.
Sunny never ever wonders though, why she sticks with them.
again
broken!yulsic, yoonsic
I knew it; that I had never really let go of you. Let you go I did, but I never let go of your love, of our memories, of my pain.
Usually these never bothered me, for unless triggered, they were weightless. But when visions of you increased startlingly in frequency, I began to worry.
Passerbys reminded me of you. That skinny but resilient body frame. Silky hair. Tan skin, at times. Or people who tried hard.
Each sighting (or were they illusions?) sent a stab to my heart which had never really healed wholly in the first place.
Yet, I pressed on. Life had to be lived, even if the shadow I cast was of you.
***
Jessica Jung stretched her back for the nth time, tensed from stationing herself in front of the laptop composing an essay since morning. Atypical of her to bother so much, but this was due first thing the next morning and she had been challenged by the professor to disprove his impression of her as a sloth.
Well, honestly speaking, she was... But she wasn't one to back down either. A puff of vapour escaped her lips in discontentment as she remembered his words.
She glanced at the overhead menu, catching the attention of the barista. The young woman bowed in greeting. Jessica returned the bow while contemplating the available choices.
"Wanna try our mocha latte? It's the favourite here," her voice rang.
Jessica arched an eyebrow at the suggestion of the zealous barista. She smoothed her expression with a light massage of her fingers.
"Um, it's okay. I'll get a flat white please."
The woman looked mildly disappointed, but recovered right after.
"Sure, a moment please!"
Jessica gave a small smile, turning away to observe the maple trees outside the glass window.
***
This was a relatively quiet cafe, frequented by loyal customers who tipped generously. Jessica was one of them, though this was probably the first time she was here with work, and not a romance novel.
"I've seen you many times, and you're about to finish everything on the menu, but why don't you want to try the mocha latte?"
Jessica took the glass being handed over to her as she pondered.
...she's seen me many times before...?
"You're not new?"
The woman's face went aghast. "Excuse me? I've been making every single thing you've been drinking since forever!"
A confused Jessica remained passive outwardly. "I only remember the tall one. And that other one, kind of loud, and American I think?"
"Aish.. You mean Sooyoung unnie and Tiffany unnie. They've always been doing cashiering but both of them had something on today. I need to start doing cashiering too or none of the customers will recognize me.."
Jessica placed a note on the counter. "I guess so. Thanks, and keep the change."
"Oh--", the barista wanted to reply but Jessica was already out of earshot.
Unfriendly... oh and she didn't answer my question!
***
(untitled)
sunfany/2ny
"I can only count on nightmares," Sunny smiles ruefully. "They wouldn't go away even if I asked."
"What about me?"
Sunny takes a moment to lock her eyes with Tiffany's.
A small laugh escapes. "You wouldn't go away even if I begged."
The earnest gaze turns into a glare screaming unamused. "Okay, okay," Sunny clears the joke, righting her posture.
"Well. Do you think I should count on you?"
fit
jessica and, read on
The End.
Jessica frowns as she slaps the book shut; displeasure evident. She had spent her day in, cuddled on her bed, doing nothing but engross herself in reading. She had even skipped dinner. Digging for her phone hidden somewhere in the mess of the sheets, it reveals itself by slipping onto the floor and making a loud, wince-worthy tlack.
Jessica huffs picking it up, pressing speed dial 4.
Whoever it is answers with laughter that jars the ears, effectively tipping Jessica's frustration.
"Tiffany. Hwang. Mi. Young."
The other end silences, before said woman speaks, in recognition of the caller (and her mood). "Yes, Jessi?"
"What the hell. You didn't tell me the freaking book had a sequel!"
"Huh." Then Tiffany registers. "I just lent it to you this morning!"
"Whatever. I'm finished and I need the next book. Now."
"What?" A pause, sounds of ruffling. "How?"
By this time, Jessica has tidied her hair and reached the living room. She eyes Krystal's slippers and the whereabouts of her own pair are unknown.
"I'm heading over as we speak."
Slipping into the worn out pair, she inwardly wonders how her sister manages to fit these floppy flip-flops into any outfit.
"I'm busy right now, I'll pass it to you tomorrow!" a hint of panic laces Tiffany's words.
"It'll take only a minute. See you in a few," and Jessica taps the red button.
Whatever Tiffany is hiding, Jessica wants to know. The slippers' flapping increase in pace, and Jessica comes to a conclusion that they never really do fit in outfits, no matter a ball gown or her current sleeveless and shorts.
Several pieces fit together though, when she finds her own sandals carelessly tucked in the blind spot Tiffany uses for her flings who secretly visit at night.
Before she can press the doorbell, the door swings open unexpectedly. However, it is Tiffany who jolts in surprise, suppressing a shriek into an adorable yelp. She contains the shock immediately, pushing the book to Jessica.
A bored expression twirks with the raise of an eyebrow. "Oh, okay. Thanks."
The visitor then strolls out of the frontyard, and Tiffany shouts a goodbye, following with a heave of relief.
As Tiffany is sending Krystal out of the house a few hours later reluctantly, both of them startle at the sight of the familiar slippers placed beside the floormat, where it's obvious.
While they aren't the typical fit, they smile now knowing they'd be accepted regardless.