jeogi
in
openpockets
smell ya later
smell ya later
sekai, pg13
it's not like jongin's going to some sort of freaking exoplanet. just america.
sehun's not fond of goodbyes.
loss and heart ache aren't things anyone would ever see in a positive light, he assumes. but he's just never been good at handling them ever since he was little, clinging onto his mom's apron for dear life the day his kindergarten teacher had to take away his apple juice because of his newfound allergies. kiwis, walnuts, llamas, alloy metals. the list goes on, and so did his crying (or brooding, because oh sehun definitely didn't cry over his batman earrings in grade eight) until he came to the late-night realization that sometimes, things just aren't worth caring over so much to deal with the inevitable pain and agony of being pried apart by time and nature's cruel hands, o, ruthless wench!
an excerpt from sixteen year old sehun's journal, it's a phase that his best friend will never let him live down. for some reason it has to come up at every reunion they have with their friends. like damn, what did he ever do to deserve this? the ant hill incident from grade school comes to mind. ah. right.
regardless, sehun hates goodbyes, and with equal determination, he'd promised he would never care for something too much again. but now he's staring at the back of his best friend, who's hunched over a few cardboard boxes with two rolls of tape in a hand each, probably realizing that there's no way he can cut the tape if both hands are occupied. sehun watches his friend tilt his head a little to the left.
"hey dumbass," he interjects before anyone has to get a mouthful of nasty packaging tape, "hand me the scissors."
sehun squats down and comes eye to eye with his best friend. kim jongin. jongin beams at him with two rows of shiny pearls and sticks his hands out.
where did he go wrong? sehun cuts the tape with a roll of his eyes.
"i still can't believe they're letting me go," jongin wonders aloud over the sssshrrp of the tape, and sehun's still dumbfounded too, but he doesn't say it. saying it would make it a little bit more real, a little bit too hard. "can you believe it? california."
sehun shrugs. "we've got beaches too."
"but they've got jack-in-the-box and amazing bubble tea." jongin raises his eyebrows. the two of them know very well that sehun has an unhealthy obsession with bubble tea, and he's probably not letting it go anytime soon. "and besides," he continues, "nothing compares to dancing in america."
"i guess so," but sehun doesn't really mean it. it kind of hurts. like, isn't dancing with sehun amazing enough?
sehun starts when jongin pokes him on the nose. jongin tuts, "you're scrunching your face again."
sehun drags his fingers down his face and sighs a little too loudly. was he now. "when's joonmyeon coming?" they turn to the clock simultaneously and watch for a few tick tick ticks. twenty five minutes, and sehun still doesn't know what to say when jongin will finally walk out the dorm and fly thousands of miles away from home.
"i should start bringing the stuff down now. how about some coffee after? my treat." jongin's already up on his feet before sehun can protest, because jongin's too much of a good guy to let him say otherwise, and sehun doesn't know what he's going to do without his best friend by his side to make him not so bad anymore.
"sure," he ends up saying, and picks up three boxes and heads down the stairs. (sehun forgets that they're on the fourth floor, and by the second flight back up, he's exhausted, and jongin laughs heartily, and sehun grins.)
sehun's done with his coffee and the latest update of tower of god by the time joonmyeon drives up to their dorm in his bmw donning grey sweatpants and one of those nice cardigans with the elbow patches he saw on stylenanda. curse joonmyeon and his overwhelming wealth.
"hey, long time no see." joonmyeon pats the two of them on the back with a wistful sigh. "it's probably your first time you guys are going to be apart for this long huh," he mulls on his own. "romantic."
jongin laughs, borderline giggles, and sehun feels his face scrunching again. he's not going to cry, swear to god.
"i'll start moving your stuff into the car, go ahead and hug it out." joonmyeon smiles and his eyes are kind and sehun takes back his wish that joonmyeon's cars would get keyed by irritated college students.
jongin turns to him and suddenly it's time. sehun still has no idea what to say. it's horrifying.
"i'll miss you," jongin says first with an easy smile. "see you soon, yeah?"
ah, sehun thinks as he watches jongin sheepishly scratch the back of his neck, glancing at joonmyeon, up at sehun and back to the ground. that's right. because unlike his unfortunate allergies and old girlfriends, jongin isn't deadly, and there will always be a moment where he can see jongin again and call him his best friend.
it's not a goodbye. it's just a see you soon.
"sehun? are you okay?" jongin's alarmed voice filters through and sehun opts to punch him in the arm. he doesn't know what overcomes him as he suddenly wraps his arms around jongin's wide shoulders, but it's reassuring when jongin hugs him back, just as tight.
"have a safe trip and take care. don't just eat chicken all the time. and remember what you promised jongdae and luhan-hyung. and text back every once in a while, would you?" he pauses. "see you soon." sehun lets go with another punch in the arm, and jongin returns the gesture.
it's a little lonely and a little quiet as sehun stands on the curb, waving at the dumb face peeping out from the passenger's seat, until it become just a blip of color amongst the heavy seoul crowd. his hand drops to the top of his head and sehun finally, finally breathes a little easy.
forty six minutes later, sehun gets a snapchat of joonmyeon wearing a cat eye mask, one of the airline food menu (dude!!! fried chicken!!!!!), and then a shaky video of the plane finally taking flight into the pacifying blue of the sky.
he grins and sends one back. see you soon, dumbass.
i wanted to write something about departure since i'm going back to school tomorrow, and then i wrote this, which i guess serves as a sort of like...prelude to a longer piece i'm working on
will i ever finish it? the world may never know
thank you for reading! comments are always appreciated heheh hope you enjoyed
sekai, pg13
it's not like jongin's going to some sort of freaking exoplanet. just america.
sehun's not fond of goodbyes.
loss and heart ache aren't things anyone would ever see in a positive light, he assumes. but he's just never been good at handling them ever since he was little, clinging onto his mom's apron for dear life the day his kindergarten teacher had to take away his apple juice because of his newfound allergies. kiwis, walnuts, llamas, alloy metals. the list goes on, and so did his crying (or brooding, because oh sehun definitely didn't cry over his batman earrings in grade eight) until he came to the late-night realization that sometimes, things just aren't worth caring over so much to deal with the inevitable pain and agony of being pried apart by time and nature's cruel hands, o, ruthless wench!
an excerpt from sixteen year old sehun's journal, it's a phase that his best friend will never let him live down. for some reason it has to come up at every reunion they have with their friends. like damn, what did he ever do to deserve this? the ant hill incident from grade school comes to mind. ah. right.
regardless, sehun hates goodbyes, and with equal determination, he'd promised he would never care for something too much again. but now he's staring at the back of his best friend, who's hunched over a few cardboard boxes with two rolls of tape in a hand each, probably realizing that there's no way he can cut the tape if both hands are occupied. sehun watches his friend tilt his head a little to the left.
"hey dumbass," he interjects before anyone has to get a mouthful of nasty packaging tape, "hand me the scissors."
sehun squats down and comes eye to eye with his best friend. kim jongin. jongin beams at him with two rows of shiny pearls and sticks his hands out.
where did he go wrong? sehun cuts the tape with a roll of his eyes.
"i still can't believe they're letting me go," jongin wonders aloud over the sssshrrp of the tape, and sehun's still dumbfounded too, but he doesn't say it. saying it would make it a little bit more real, a little bit too hard. "can you believe it? california."
sehun shrugs. "we've got beaches too."
"but they've got jack-in-the-box and amazing bubble tea." jongin raises his eyebrows. the two of them know very well that sehun has an unhealthy obsession with bubble tea, and he's probably not letting it go anytime soon. "and besides," he continues, "nothing compares to dancing in america."
"i guess so," but sehun doesn't really mean it. it kind of hurts. like, isn't dancing with sehun amazing enough?
sehun starts when jongin pokes him on the nose. jongin tuts, "you're scrunching your face again."
sehun drags his fingers down his face and sighs a little too loudly. was he now. "when's joonmyeon coming?" they turn to the clock simultaneously and watch for a few tick tick ticks. twenty five minutes, and sehun still doesn't know what to say when jongin will finally walk out the dorm and fly thousands of miles away from home.
"i should start bringing the stuff down now. how about some coffee after? my treat." jongin's already up on his feet before sehun can protest, because jongin's too much of a good guy to let him say otherwise, and sehun doesn't know what he's going to do without his best friend by his side to make him not so bad anymore.
"sure," he ends up saying, and picks up three boxes and heads down the stairs. (sehun forgets that they're on the fourth floor, and by the second flight back up, he's exhausted, and jongin laughs heartily, and sehun grins.)
sehun's done with his coffee and the latest update of tower of god by the time joonmyeon drives up to their dorm in his bmw donning grey sweatpants and one of those nice cardigans with the elbow patches he saw on stylenanda. curse joonmyeon and his overwhelming wealth.
"hey, long time no see." joonmyeon pats the two of them on the back with a wistful sigh. "it's probably your first time you guys are going to be apart for this long huh," he mulls on his own. "romantic."
jongin laughs, borderline giggles, and sehun feels his face scrunching again. he's not going to cry, swear to god.
"i'll start moving your stuff into the car, go ahead and hug it out." joonmyeon smiles and his eyes are kind and sehun takes back his wish that joonmyeon's cars would get keyed by irritated college students.
jongin turns to him and suddenly it's time. sehun still has no idea what to say. it's horrifying.
"i'll miss you," jongin says first with an easy smile. "see you soon, yeah?"
ah, sehun thinks as he watches jongin sheepishly scratch the back of his neck, glancing at joonmyeon, up at sehun and back to the ground. that's right. because unlike his unfortunate allergies and old girlfriends, jongin isn't deadly, and there will always be a moment where he can see jongin again and call him his best friend.
it's not a goodbye. it's just a see you soon.
"sehun? are you okay?" jongin's alarmed voice filters through and sehun opts to punch him in the arm. he doesn't know what overcomes him as he suddenly wraps his arms around jongin's wide shoulders, but it's reassuring when jongin hugs him back, just as tight.
"have a safe trip and take care. don't just eat chicken all the time. and remember what you promised jongdae and luhan-hyung. and text back every once in a while, would you?" he pauses. "see you soon." sehun lets go with another punch in the arm, and jongin returns the gesture.
it's a little lonely and a little quiet as sehun stands on the curb, waving at the dumb face peeping out from the passenger's seat, until it become just a blip of color amongst the heavy seoul crowd. his hand drops to the top of his head and sehun finally, finally breathes a little easy.
forty six minutes later, sehun gets a snapchat of joonmyeon wearing a cat eye mask, one of the airline food menu (dude!!! fried chicken!!!!!), and then a shaky video of the plane finally taking flight into the pacifying blue of the sky.
he grins and sends one back. see you soon, dumbass.
i wanted to write something about departure since i'm going back to school tomorrow, and then i wrote this, which i guess serves as a sort of like...prelude to a longer piece i'm working on
will i ever finish it? the world may never know
thank you for reading! comments are always appreciated heheh hope you enjoyed