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Title: Home
Pairing: Victoria Song/Zhou Mi
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1609
Summay: Zhou Mi grew up with two things in his life - a love in his heart and a fear of love in his mind.
Author's Note: Yay, the first writing post in this comm! I really hope someone likes this. The two of them are so amazing together.
HOME.
Zhou Mi grew up with two things in his life - a love in his heart and a fear of love in his mind. Victoria grew up with her love in a camera lens and her mind nothing but photographs.
It was a rare day when Zhou Mi saw Victoria without her camera. Since she was five, she had loved taking photos. She had this old Polaroid that she would take pictures of the flowers, the sky, the trees. Zhou Mi would get mad because she would never take any pictures of him.
"You're my best friend," she explained to him one day, "I don't need pictures to remember you."
Zhou Mi, however, wasn't satisfied. He was a eight year old boy - he wanted attention. "Just one picture," he demanded. He was pouting, a method that always worked on his mother. Victoria just smiled.
"Will you leave me alone if I take one photo of you?"
Zhou Mi nodded his head rapidly, grinning like an idiot. There was something he didn't understand at his young age, but he liked it when Victoria talked to him, when Victoria showed she cared about him.
"All right, just this one." She had a huge grin on her face as she moved closer and closer to him. She took the picture, mere inches from his face. When Zhou Mi pulled it out of the camera, finished shaking it all around, he looked at the photo.
It was nothing more than his smile. His nose was slightly there and you could see his chin, but the photo was of his large, happy grin. Victoria smiled as she took it away from him.
"Why did you take just a picture of my mouth? That's so weird."
"No, it's not. If I'm going to forget you, I want this to remind me of how happy we were."
"We?" Even at his young age, Zhou Mi understood the significance of the two letter word. It was one of those words that defined everything around it, taking and taking and never giving back.
"Of course, loser. But we should just be happy forever." And Victoria smiled and continued taking her pictures. Zhou Mi was always amazed that someone could be so dedicated to one thing. There was always something about Victoria that amazed Zhou Mi more than he could comprehend.
Zhou Mi ran away when he was thirteen. There were many factors lying in his reasoning, but the loudest was his mother. His mother was the more beautiful woman his town had ever seen, she was graceful, smart, powerful. And Zhou Mi wasn't as beautiful or as graceful or as smart. And she hated him for it.
His father loved him, although he was never really around to show it. He worked long hours in the next town over. And when he was home, he would end up doing nothing but arguing with his mother over the stupidest things. His mother enjoyed hurting both him and her husband and they couldn't do a thing. The two were too caught up in the web that was her.
He took a flight to Korea. He had a friend, Han Geng, that had moved out there a few months before. He said that although things were different, he liked it. He had a few friends already and he couldn't wait to introduce them to Zhou Mi.
The only person he had told he was leaving was Victoria. There was no chance he could run and not let her know. They were best friends - a we that scared him in so many ways that he couldn't comprehend.
She asked if she could take a picture of him before she left. Zhou Mi smiled and forced a smile on his face. It was the second picture she had ever taken of him. He tried to look happy - he wanted to look happy for her.
Victoria shook her head. "You don't have to smile. I want you, not some lie."
But that thought made Zhou Mi smile anyway. Smile and almost cry as he watched the best thing that had ever happened to him say goodbye.
She gave him a camera before he left. It was nothing fancy, but Zhou Mi didn't need anything nice. He had never taken pictures - he had always left that to Victoria. But this time he was going somewhere she couldn't, so he had to take the pictures for her.
Sometimes Zhou Mi hates himself for leaving. It wasn't like he wanted to leave - it was more of a necessity. That wasn't the life a young boy should have led. He knew that growing up was meant to be filled with love and joy and happiness, all things that he didn't know, not fully understand.
But in Korea, he really was happy. Han Geng and his family treated him as if he was a real part of the family. He felt real, pure love for the first time in his life. He was so sure that this was where he belonged. His Korean was messy and he had the hardest time ever holding a conversation for more than two minutes. He wasn't used to the food, the culture, the things that surrounded him day by day.
But there was no way he was going back. China was not for him. He only wished it wasn't for Victoria either.
When Han Geng said he was going back to China, Zhou Mi found himself saying he wanted go along. He was seventeen it had been four years since he had been home - although he had no intentions of visiting his parents. He only hoped that things were okay for his father.
China felt like a once forgotten dream. Everything was so familiar and so different all at once. It was gorgeous and scary and familiar and the second he stepped off the plane, he wanted to run right back on, fly right back to Korea, where he knew would be safe.
He hadn't told Victoria he was coming. They had almost completely stopped talking two years previous. They would call on each other's birthdays, but that was it. There were so many nights where Zhou Mi would lie in bed, phone in his hand, and contemplate if he should call her. He always wanted to, but what was there to say.
("I'm sorry I left you. I'm sorry I couldn't say. I'm sorry I didn't tell you everything I needed to before I left. The truth is I love you and I'm scared. The truth is I miss you. I miss you.")
He could never tell her any of that. He stayed hidden in his own thoughts as he walked through the dark streets of China. Han Geng was filled with smiles. He loved China and had really hated having moved to Korea, even though he had grown to love it. China was his home in way that it never was for Zhou Mi.
Victoria's house looked the same, although the grass was greener and it has been painted a pretty blue. His hand trembled as it reached up to knock. What was he going to say now?
("Sorry it took me so long to come back. Sorry I didn't tell you I was coming. Sorry we stopped talking. I'm sorry - so, so sorry.")
But he knocked anyway, his fears shoved down to his feet, which couldn't stop moving as he stood there.
She answered with a smile, one that he had missed more than anything else. It was amazing to Zhou Mi as he wanted her whole face light up at the sight of him. He ran and held him tightly. Zhou Mi wanted nothing more than to stay like that forever - he could stay in China if only he could stay in her arms.
However, she let go and both of them tried to find something to say. But words were no there, they simply grinned, happier than can be.
"I have something for you," Zhou Mi said. He pulled his backpack off and then pulled out a leather bound photo album. He handed it to her and Victoria opened it hungrily.
As she flipped through the pages, she began to laugh. "All the pictures are of you," she said, laughing as she spoke.
"Well, since you would never take any of me, I had to make up for it. There's one from every week I've been gone. I know it's not the same as me having been with you, but I thought it would at least be something."
Victoria nodded, tears filling her eyes, a smile spreading so wide across her face. "It's wonderful. Thank you so much."
"Don't thank me. I feel so bad for leaving you. I shouldn't have. I really shouldn't have."
Victoria shook her head. "You needed to leave, I understand. I would have run away, too. I don't know how you were able to stand it all."
"You."
"What?"
"You were why I was able to stand it. You were all the goodness in my life, everything I could have ever needed."
Victoria beamed at him and wrapped her arms around him again. She loved the feeling, too, and she hoped that she could hold on him tight enough that he would never leave.
"Don't leave," she told him. She knew it was selfish of her. What did he have here now? Everything that mattered now was back in Korea.
"Only if you promise me something."
"Anything."
"Just hold me like this forever, please."
Victoria smiled in his shoulder. "Of course," she whispered. "Of course."
Pairing: Victoria Song/Zhou Mi
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1609
Summay: Zhou Mi grew up with two things in his life - a love in his heart and a fear of love in his mind.
Author's Note: Yay, the first writing post in this comm! I really hope someone likes this. The two of them are so amazing together.
HOME.
Zhou Mi grew up with two things in his life - a love in his heart and a fear of love in his mind. Victoria grew up with her love in a camera lens and her mind nothing but photographs.
It was a rare day when Zhou Mi saw Victoria without her camera. Since she was five, she had loved taking photos. She had this old Polaroid that she would take pictures of the flowers, the sky, the trees. Zhou Mi would get mad because she would never take any pictures of him.
"You're my best friend," she explained to him one day, "I don't need pictures to remember you."
Zhou Mi, however, wasn't satisfied. He was a eight year old boy - he wanted attention. "Just one picture," he demanded. He was pouting, a method that always worked on his mother. Victoria just smiled.
"Will you leave me alone if I take one photo of you?"
Zhou Mi nodded his head rapidly, grinning like an idiot. There was something he didn't understand at his young age, but he liked it when Victoria talked to him, when Victoria showed she cared about him.
"All right, just this one." She had a huge grin on her face as she moved closer and closer to him. She took the picture, mere inches from his face. When Zhou Mi pulled it out of the camera, finished shaking it all around, he looked at the photo.
It was nothing more than his smile. His nose was slightly there and you could see his chin, but the photo was of his large, happy grin. Victoria smiled as she took it away from him.
"Why did you take just a picture of my mouth? That's so weird."
"No, it's not. If I'm going to forget you, I want this to remind me of how happy we were."
"We?" Even at his young age, Zhou Mi understood the significance of the two letter word. It was one of those words that defined everything around it, taking and taking and never giving back.
"Of course, loser. But we should just be happy forever." And Victoria smiled and continued taking her pictures. Zhou Mi was always amazed that someone could be so dedicated to one thing. There was always something about Victoria that amazed Zhou Mi more than he could comprehend.
Zhou Mi ran away when he was thirteen. There were many factors lying in his reasoning, but the loudest was his mother. His mother was the more beautiful woman his town had ever seen, she was graceful, smart, powerful. And Zhou Mi wasn't as beautiful or as graceful or as smart. And she hated him for it.
His father loved him, although he was never really around to show it. He worked long hours in the next town over. And when he was home, he would end up doing nothing but arguing with his mother over the stupidest things. His mother enjoyed hurting both him and her husband and they couldn't do a thing. The two were too caught up in the web that was her.
He took a flight to Korea. He had a friend, Han Geng, that had moved out there a few months before. He said that although things were different, he liked it. He had a few friends already and he couldn't wait to introduce them to Zhou Mi.
The only person he had told he was leaving was Victoria. There was no chance he could run and not let her know. They were best friends - a we that scared him in so many ways that he couldn't comprehend.
She asked if she could take a picture of him before she left. Zhou Mi smiled and forced a smile on his face. It was the second picture she had ever taken of him. He tried to look happy - he wanted to look happy for her.
Victoria shook her head. "You don't have to smile. I want you, not some lie."
But that thought made Zhou Mi smile anyway. Smile and almost cry as he watched the best thing that had ever happened to him say goodbye.
She gave him a camera before he left. It was nothing fancy, but Zhou Mi didn't need anything nice. He had never taken pictures - he had always left that to Victoria. But this time he was going somewhere she couldn't, so he had to take the pictures for her.
Sometimes Zhou Mi hates himself for leaving. It wasn't like he wanted to leave - it was more of a necessity. That wasn't the life a young boy should have led. He knew that growing up was meant to be filled with love and joy and happiness, all things that he didn't know, not fully understand.
But in Korea, he really was happy. Han Geng and his family treated him as if he was a real part of the family. He felt real, pure love for the first time in his life. He was so sure that this was where he belonged. His Korean was messy and he had the hardest time ever holding a conversation for more than two minutes. He wasn't used to the food, the culture, the things that surrounded him day by day.
But there was no way he was going back. China was not for him. He only wished it wasn't for Victoria either.
When Han Geng said he was going back to China, Zhou Mi found himself saying he wanted go along. He was seventeen it had been four years since he had been home - although he had no intentions of visiting his parents. He only hoped that things were okay for his father.
China felt like a once forgotten dream. Everything was so familiar and so different all at once. It was gorgeous and scary and familiar and the second he stepped off the plane, he wanted to run right back on, fly right back to Korea, where he knew would be safe.
He hadn't told Victoria he was coming. They had almost completely stopped talking two years previous. They would call on each other's birthdays, but that was it. There were so many nights where Zhou Mi would lie in bed, phone in his hand, and contemplate if he should call her. He always wanted to, but what was there to say.
("I'm sorry I left you. I'm sorry I couldn't say. I'm sorry I didn't tell you everything I needed to before I left. The truth is I love you and I'm scared. The truth is I miss you. I miss you.")
He could never tell her any of that. He stayed hidden in his own thoughts as he walked through the dark streets of China. Han Geng was filled with smiles. He loved China and had really hated having moved to Korea, even though he had grown to love it. China was his home in way that it never was for Zhou Mi.
Victoria's house looked the same, although the grass was greener and it has been painted a pretty blue. His hand trembled as it reached up to knock. What was he going to say now?
("Sorry it took me so long to come back. Sorry I didn't tell you I was coming. Sorry we stopped talking. I'm sorry - so, so sorry.")
But he knocked anyway, his fears shoved down to his feet, which couldn't stop moving as he stood there.
She answered with a smile, one that he had missed more than anything else. It was amazing to Zhou Mi as he wanted her whole face light up at the sight of him. He ran and held him tightly. Zhou Mi wanted nothing more than to stay like that forever - he could stay in China if only he could stay in her arms.
However, she let go and both of them tried to find something to say. But words were no there, they simply grinned, happier than can be.
"I have something for you," Zhou Mi said. He pulled his backpack off and then pulled out a leather bound photo album. He handed it to her and Victoria opened it hungrily.
As she flipped through the pages, she began to laugh. "All the pictures are of you," she said, laughing as she spoke.
"Well, since you would never take any of me, I had to make up for it. There's one from every week I've been gone. I know it's not the same as me having been with you, but I thought it would at least be something."
Victoria nodded, tears filling her eyes, a smile spreading so wide across her face. "It's wonderful. Thank you so much."
"Don't thank me. I feel so bad for leaving you. I shouldn't have. I really shouldn't have."
Victoria shook her head. "You needed to leave, I understand. I would have run away, too. I don't know how you were able to stand it all."
"You."
"What?"
"You were why I was able to stand it. You were all the goodness in my life, everything I could have ever needed."
Victoria beamed at him and wrapped her arms around him again. She loved the feeling, too, and she hoped that she could hold on him tight enough that he would never leave.
"Don't leave," she told him. She knew it was selfish of her. What did he have here now? Everything that mattered now was back in Korea.
"Only if you promise me something."
"Anything."
"Just hold me like this forever, please."
Victoria smiled in his shoulder. "Of course," she whispered. "Of course."