Blind
Blind
Sooyoung (SNSD) x Yoona (SNSD)
PG-13; 2592w
Temporarily blinded in an accident, Yoona stays at a hospital where she befriends Sooyoung, who hopes Yoona will never have to see her face.
A/N: For unnideul Post 1
Summer is over and
we part, like eyelids,
like clams opening.
- Robert Haas, Basho: A Departure
Once, when Yoona was a child, she had pondered what it would be like to be blind.
Yes, it would be terrifying but surely, over time she’d adapt, right? In order to make up for the loss of sight her other senses would become heightened, to the point where she wouldn’t need to see anymore. In retrospect, she had been influenced too heavily by samurai movies, finding an unnecessary romance in those blind swordsman.
Reality is never quite so kind.
The murkiness that has become a daily part of her life is not so easily overcome. The hospital is a place of transit with so many people coming and going, living and dying. Things are wheeled back and forth, stretchers and IV stands. And worse are the screams. Voices are easily swallowed up in this daily bedlam. Weeks have passed and she still cannot walk anywhere without groping along walls and rails, clinging to whatever support she can find.
Life has become one of sensations, and she tries to commit every touch, sound and scent to memory. At first it became a sort of game to her, trying to relive those childhood fantasies. Every day she sits still on her bed trying to separate the sounds that come in, trying to understand the multiple ways one’s feet can tap across the hard floor. Her nurse Kim Hyoyeon is thankfully lighthearted enough to play along, laughing at her failures and congratulating her for her rare wins.
Her parents are happy she's just not dwelling on the car accident that landed her here in the first place.
Yoona is thankful for the activity because otherwise the boredom would be unbearable. She misses the freedom of easy movement, of being able to run about, pranking and laughing. With her blindness she can only sit or risk stumbling around. Her daily trips outside leave her stuck to a bench, trying to appreciate nature with what little enthusiasm she has. This is how she’s supposed to spend her summer.
The boredom gnaws on her brain.
However, such complaints tend to be short lived and she admonishes herself every time her childish petulance rears its ugly face.
There’s something sobering about hospitals. That no matter how much you may think your life sucks, there are always remainders around you, maybe down the hall, next door, or even in the bed adjacent to yours, that there are those who have it so much worse.
At least she’s conscious, not like the patient down the hall who’s in a coma. Whose friend comes every day to talk to her, acting like she’s just sleeping, like everything is okay. But the tears always flow freely as well as the well worn sentence “Please wake up Jessi” choked out over and over again.
And at least she can sleep, not like the girl next door who always has nightmares that leaves her screaming and thrashing about, pleading and crying for someone to kill her already because she just wants to die.
What’s boredom, compared to these horrors?
---
“What’s a pretty thing like you doing by yourself?”
The voice comes from her right side and she shifts towards it. This is the first time someone has approached her and something in her hungers for the change, for something new.
Yoona would like to say the speaker is a woman, perhaps a young one at that. Her words has a playful lightness to them.
Yoona shrugs. “You’re the first to approach me.”
“Well that’s kind of a given, you picked one of the most isolated places to stay at. Hardly anyone comes over here.”
“Then why are you here?”
“Because I don’t want anyone else to see me.” Yoona imagines this faceless woman smiling as she says this.
“Are you going to do something illegal?” Yoona should be scared. Yoona should have realized that being blind means being defenseless and revealing your throat for all sorts of predators to come take a bite. But maybe that's being overly paranoid.
“Well, something like that.” Yoona tenses and decides to play it safe. She wouldn’t be able to get very far if she ran anyways and surely Hyoyeon will notice something is wrong?
The other girl laughs. “Don’t be afraid. I’m not going to hurt anyone. Especially not you.”
Yoona scoffs. “And I’m just supposed to just believe you?”
“Well you don’t have much of a choice, do you?” There’s movement and the other girl sits down at the bench. “Hyoyeon’s your nurse right?”
“Yeah… why?”
“Good that means we’ll be left alone. She’s really cool about giving you your privacy if you want it.” Yoona hears rustling of plastic. “And quit being so tense. I’m just going to eat some snacks my friends sneaked in for me. The food they serve here sucks.”
Yoona hears the sound of plastic crinkling and she feels the air shift in front of her face as the bag is offered to her.
"Want one?"
Yoona hesitates. "What is it?"
"It's just potato chips. Non flavored. I'm not going to make you eat it if you don't want to."
Yoona reaches her hand out tentatively, fingers touching the rim of the bag, digits curling around the oily snack. She bites on it slowly and just as the other girl said, it's a potato chip. Just like what she used to eat before the accident.
"You can take the entire bag if you want. I got more."
Yoona grips the flimsy plastic tightly before taking the bag into her lap.
"So, you never did answer my question. What are you doing over here? Don't you want company or something?"
"I'm blind. There's not much for me to do."
"Not even talk?"
"What about you? What are you here for?"
'Hey, that's not something you ask people here. People don't want to be defined by their disabilities and problems. Don't you know that?"
"I didn't know there was such guidelines."
"There probably aren't. It's common sense though."
"Can you at least tell me your age then? Or how I should address you? What's your name?"
"I"m a 90'er. Name's Sooyoung."
"Oh, that makes you my unnie."
"I figured. Why don't you give it a try?" There's a definite smugness in her voice.
"Unnie?"
The other girl laughs. "You're cute, you know that?"
"Thank you?"
"So you were just going to hang out over here by yourself for the rest of your stay here? Seems kind of boring, isn't it?"
'Like I said, there's not much a blind person can do."
“You can still make friends.”
“Are you offering?”
“Sure, why not?” Yoona imagines Sooyoung shrugging casually with her agreement. It's not something she can see to confirm but somehow, the assumption fits.
---
Having a new friend to occupy her time really does make the days seem more bearable. Her excursions outside seem to always go by instantly whenever she spends time with Sooyoung.
The other girl is a natural trickster like her and her stories are oftentimes rife with laughter and jokes.
Yoona found herself laughing hard for the first time in months.
But underneath it all is a certain nagging curiosity. Sooyoung never talks about herself, all of her stories however funny, all avoid any distinct details. Another thing Yoona notices is that the other girl never touches her. In fact, it's as if she dreads the very thing. Sooyoung never sits all that close to Yoona, making sure to always maintain a small gap.
Sooyoung is her friend and yet also a stranger.
But she doesn’t broach upon the subject yet because this is a hospital as Sooyoung reminds her and people’s scars are more than just mental.
Just because she couldn't see them doesn't mean they're not there.
---
Yuri enters the room with the pomp and flair that Yoona's grown accustomed to, even if she can't see it.
Yuri is a friend from her childhood, almost another different time for Yoona. Yoona is glad that she still visits, the injury hasn’t changed their interactions with one another in the slightest.
"Hey Yoona, how have you been?"
Yoona shrugs. "Getting better?"
Yuri laughs. "I can see that."
"What do you mean?"
"Before you were so bored you would keep on pestering me to tell you story after story of what everyone else is up to. And you whined constantly. But now, you seem a bit more content, as if the wait isn’t so bad. Did something good happen?”
Yoona thinks about Sooyoung, the mystery worth solving, the puzzle meant to be understood and comprehended. She smiles slightly and Yuri doesn’t miss it.
“Ah, I was right. Come on, you can tell me~”
Yoona's smile widens. “I made a new friend.”
---
Yoona brings it up out of the blue as she munches on a chocolate chip cookie. Frustration rather than reason has pushed her to this, and she's had enough of being handed things gently without any contact between their hands at all.
It makes her feel like she’s dirty and unclean.
"Why don't you ever touch me? "
The story about her nagging mother suddenly dies and Yoona wonders what expression Sooyoung wears. Her voice however comes off as casual and playful.
“What kind of question is that?”
“It’s true isn’t it? You’re acting like I’m filthy or something.”
“It’s not like that at all.”
“Then what is it like?”
Sooyoung sighs. "I didn't know you wanted me to." Yoona doesn’t accept this excuse either, it’s still too deflective.
"Are you uncomfortable with me?"
“No, of course not. It's my fault actually. I don't want you to have to put up with my problems."
"I thought we were friends. Do you not trust me?"
“It’s not about trust. And it’s not something I would tell to a friend.”
Yoona sighs. “If it really bothers you that much, you don’t have to say anything. I just thought maybe you had a problem with me. You can tell me things like that, you now. I won’t get offended.”
“I don’t have a problem with you. If I did, would I have approached you?”
---
“Hey Yuri.”
“Yeah? “
“Do you think it’s possible to like someone without ever seeing them?”
“Of course. Liking someone is easy. Maintaining that like is the hard part.”
---
It’s easy to fall into a dream and forget that time moves on regardless off your feelings.
“When do you leave?”
Sooyoung mentions it on a sunny day where the wind still manages to be gentle across their skin. Her voice is uncharacteristically neutral, neither sad nor angry.
"Summer. I will leave at the end of summer."
"That's a couple of weeks away, isn't it?"
“Yep. What about you? “
“About the same time, give or take.”
“Are you looking forward to it?”
“Well I definitely won’t miss the food. What about you?”
“I guess the one thing I’ll look forward to the most is that I’ll finally get to see you”
Sooyoung pauses. “Is it that important?”
“Why do you sound so serious? You know regardless oft what happens we can still hang out afterward right?”
“Sure.” Sooyoung replied, and somehow Yoona feels like Sooyoung doesn’t mean it at all.
---
The days tick by like the fire to a wick and somewhere along the line, the bomb explodes.
Sooyoung doesn’t talk about what will happen after they leave. She doesn’t mention any future plans or make suggestions about all the things they can finally do when Yoona has her sight back again. Sometimes Yoona feels like she’s alone on the bench again, alone in that darkness with nothing but her thoughts and the sound of the wind and birds.
“Do you not like me Sooyoung?”
“What would make you think that?” Sooyoung asks, her words so very careful, like Yoona has come to realize Sooyoung has always been. Even when they first met and were getting to know each other Sooyoung had a tight control on what she said and presented in the name of their friendship.
“Because you don’t seem to want to hang out after we check out.”
“Would it be that bad, if you never saw me?”
Yoona wishes she could see so she could glare at Sooyoung and let her eyes spark with her frustration. She wishes she could see so she doesn't have to make Sooyoung's true feelings into a guessing game because she can only infer so much from tone and pitch alone. Yoona is no blind swordsman and she feels as lost as ever.
“So it was just a game to you or something? I was just here to pass the time?”
“It’s not like that,” Sooyoung denies, voice still stable.
“You keep on saying that but nothing you do tells me otherwise. Were you ever really my friend?”
Sooyoung makes a weird noise in the back of her throat and Yoona has no idea what it means. Anger? Frustration? Sadness? “You wouldn’t get it.”
“Not if you don't explain it to me.”
“You're beautiful, Yoona.” Something in Sooyoung's voice seems to break, slowly and gently. “And well, I'm not.”
“You’re telling me this is all because you have some low self esteem? What is this really about?”
“The reason I’m in the hospital. Let's just say it left with me scars. Scars that I would rather you not see.”
“So you don’t trust me? I would still be your friend regardless of what you looked like.”
“And if I want to be more than friends? Would you still be saying the same thing?” Yoona pauses and turns Sooyoung's words over and over in her head. It makes no sense. “The only reason you say that it doesn't matter is because you haven’t seen me yet. So please.”
“But.” Something seems to clog up in Yoona's throat and she's run out of words to persuade Sooyoung otherwise.
“Please let me keep this last piece to myself. "
---
Sooyoung is content to pass the days ignorant, making no mention to her desire to disappear when Yoona checks out.
Yoona wonders how long she can keep up with this fairytale.
---
The day for her bandages to come off arrives like any other day. It's not as if she's has a calendar to check off and Hyoyeon doesn't make a big deal about it. To be honest, a part of her doesn't want the day to come because it means saying goodbye to Sooyoung. Yoona can't help but feel like she's being thrown away just like her bandages.
Hyoyeon is the one who removes the white wrappings and Yoona waits, excitement and anxiety bubbling under her skin. It may be futile, but Yoona has resolved that when her sight is returned she would ask around and find Sooyoung with her own two feet. She wouldn't give up so easily.
"Your eyes are beautiful."
Sooyoung's voice is there, delicate against her ears and Yoona swivels abruptly to the sound, only for Hyoyeon to tell her to keep still.
When Yoona finally opens her eyes she thinks she can see a blur in front of her, a hazy face. She wonders if this is Sooyoung or Hyoyeon and she reaches out in hopes of making the mess of colors stop. But her hands touch nothing and by the time everything becomes clearer, and Yoona notices that the sheets on her bed are just as white as she's imagined, Sooyoung's already gone.
Sooyoung (SNSD) x Yoona (SNSD)
PG-13; 2592w
Temporarily blinded in an accident, Yoona stays at a hospital where she befriends Sooyoung, who hopes Yoona will never have to see her face.
A/N: For unnideul Post 1
Summer is over and
we part, like eyelids,
like clams opening.
- Robert Haas, Basho: A Departure
Once, when Yoona was a child, she had pondered what it would be like to be blind.
Yes, it would be terrifying but surely, over time she’d adapt, right? In order to make up for the loss of sight her other senses would become heightened, to the point where she wouldn’t need to see anymore. In retrospect, she had been influenced too heavily by samurai movies, finding an unnecessary romance in those blind swordsman.
Reality is never quite so kind.
The murkiness that has become a daily part of her life is not so easily overcome. The hospital is a place of transit with so many people coming and going, living and dying. Things are wheeled back and forth, stretchers and IV stands. And worse are the screams. Voices are easily swallowed up in this daily bedlam. Weeks have passed and she still cannot walk anywhere without groping along walls and rails, clinging to whatever support she can find.
Life has become one of sensations, and she tries to commit every touch, sound and scent to memory. At first it became a sort of game to her, trying to relive those childhood fantasies. Every day she sits still on her bed trying to separate the sounds that come in, trying to understand the multiple ways one’s feet can tap across the hard floor. Her nurse Kim Hyoyeon is thankfully lighthearted enough to play along, laughing at her failures and congratulating her for her rare wins.
Her parents are happy she's just not dwelling on the car accident that landed her here in the first place.
Yoona is thankful for the activity because otherwise the boredom would be unbearable. She misses the freedom of easy movement, of being able to run about, pranking and laughing. With her blindness she can only sit or risk stumbling around. Her daily trips outside leave her stuck to a bench, trying to appreciate nature with what little enthusiasm she has. This is how she’s supposed to spend her summer.
The boredom gnaws on her brain.
However, such complaints tend to be short lived and she admonishes herself every time her childish petulance rears its ugly face.
There’s something sobering about hospitals. That no matter how much you may think your life sucks, there are always remainders around you, maybe down the hall, next door, or even in the bed adjacent to yours, that there are those who have it so much worse.
At least she’s conscious, not like the patient down the hall who’s in a coma. Whose friend comes every day to talk to her, acting like she’s just sleeping, like everything is okay. But the tears always flow freely as well as the well worn sentence “Please wake up Jessi” choked out over and over again.
And at least she can sleep, not like the girl next door who always has nightmares that leaves her screaming and thrashing about, pleading and crying for someone to kill her already because she just wants to die.
What’s boredom, compared to these horrors?
---
“What’s a pretty thing like you doing by yourself?”
The voice comes from her right side and she shifts towards it. This is the first time someone has approached her and something in her hungers for the change, for something new.
Yoona would like to say the speaker is a woman, perhaps a young one at that. Her words has a playful lightness to them.
Yoona shrugs. “You’re the first to approach me.”
“Well that’s kind of a given, you picked one of the most isolated places to stay at. Hardly anyone comes over here.”
“Then why are you here?”
“Because I don’t want anyone else to see me.” Yoona imagines this faceless woman smiling as she says this.
“Are you going to do something illegal?” Yoona should be scared. Yoona should have realized that being blind means being defenseless and revealing your throat for all sorts of predators to come take a bite. But maybe that's being overly paranoid.
“Well, something like that.” Yoona tenses and decides to play it safe. She wouldn’t be able to get very far if she ran anyways and surely Hyoyeon will notice something is wrong?
The other girl laughs. “Don’t be afraid. I’m not going to hurt anyone. Especially not you.”
Yoona scoffs. “And I’m just supposed to just believe you?”
“Well you don’t have much of a choice, do you?” There’s movement and the other girl sits down at the bench. “Hyoyeon’s your nurse right?”
“Yeah… why?”
“Good that means we’ll be left alone. She’s really cool about giving you your privacy if you want it.” Yoona hears rustling of plastic. “And quit being so tense. I’m just going to eat some snacks my friends sneaked in for me. The food they serve here sucks.”
Yoona hears the sound of plastic crinkling and she feels the air shift in front of her face as the bag is offered to her.
"Want one?"
Yoona hesitates. "What is it?"
"It's just potato chips. Non flavored. I'm not going to make you eat it if you don't want to."
Yoona reaches her hand out tentatively, fingers touching the rim of the bag, digits curling around the oily snack. She bites on it slowly and just as the other girl said, it's a potato chip. Just like what she used to eat before the accident.
"You can take the entire bag if you want. I got more."
Yoona grips the flimsy plastic tightly before taking the bag into her lap.
"So, you never did answer my question. What are you doing over here? Don't you want company or something?"
"I'm blind. There's not much for me to do."
"Not even talk?"
"What about you? What are you here for?"
'Hey, that's not something you ask people here. People don't want to be defined by their disabilities and problems. Don't you know that?"
"I didn't know there was such guidelines."
"There probably aren't. It's common sense though."
"Can you at least tell me your age then? Or how I should address you? What's your name?"
"I"m a 90'er. Name's Sooyoung."
"Oh, that makes you my unnie."
"I figured. Why don't you give it a try?" There's a definite smugness in her voice.
"Unnie?"
The other girl laughs. "You're cute, you know that?"
"Thank you?"
"So you were just going to hang out over here by yourself for the rest of your stay here? Seems kind of boring, isn't it?"
'Like I said, there's not much a blind person can do."
“You can still make friends.”
“Are you offering?”
“Sure, why not?” Yoona imagines Sooyoung shrugging casually with her agreement. It's not something she can see to confirm but somehow, the assumption fits.
---
Having a new friend to occupy her time really does make the days seem more bearable. Her excursions outside seem to always go by instantly whenever she spends time with Sooyoung.
The other girl is a natural trickster like her and her stories are oftentimes rife with laughter and jokes.
Yoona found herself laughing hard for the first time in months.
But underneath it all is a certain nagging curiosity. Sooyoung never talks about herself, all of her stories however funny, all avoid any distinct details. Another thing Yoona notices is that the other girl never touches her. In fact, it's as if she dreads the very thing. Sooyoung never sits all that close to Yoona, making sure to always maintain a small gap.
Sooyoung is her friend and yet also a stranger.
But she doesn’t broach upon the subject yet because this is a hospital as Sooyoung reminds her and people’s scars are more than just mental.
Just because she couldn't see them doesn't mean they're not there.
---
Yuri enters the room with the pomp and flair that Yoona's grown accustomed to, even if she can't see it.
Yuri is a friend from her childhood, almost another different time for Yoona. Yoona is glad that she still visits, the injury hasn’t changed their interactions with one another in the slightest.
"Hey Yoona, how have you been?"
Yoona shrugs. "Getting better?"
Yuri laughs. "I can see that."
"What do you mean?"
"Before you were so bored you would keep on pestering me to tell you story after story of what everyone else is up to. And you whined constantly. But now, you seem a bit more content, as if the wait isn’t so bad. Did something good happen?”
Yoona thinks about Sooyoung, the mystery worth solving, the puzzle meant to be understood and comprehended. She smiles slightly and Yuri doesn’t miss it.
“Ah, I was right. Come on, you can tell me~”
Yoona's smile widens. “I made a new friend.”
---
Yoona brings it up out of the blue as she munches on a chocolate chip cookie. Frustration rather than reason has pushed her to this, and she's had enough of being handed things gently without any contact between their hands at all.
It makes her feel like she’s dirty and unclean.
"Why don't you ever touch me? "
The story about her nagging mother suddenly dies and Yoona wonders what expression Sooyoung wears. Her voice however comes off as casual and playful.
“What kind of question is that?”
“It’s true isn’t it? You’re acting like I’m filthy or something.”
“It’s not like that at all.”
“Then what is it like?”
Sooyoung sighs. "I didn't know you wanted me to." Yoona doesn’t accept this excuse either, it’s still too deflective.
"Are you uncomfortable with me?"
“No, of course not. It's my fault actually. I don't want you to have to put up with my problems."
"I thought we were friends. Do you not trust me?"
“It’s not about trust. And it’s not something I would tell to a friend.”
Yoona sighs. “If it really bothers you that much, you don’t have to say anything. I just thought maybe you had a problem with me. You can tell me things like that, you now. I won’t get offended.”
“I don’t have a problem with you. If I did, would I have approached you?”
---
“Hey Yuri.”
“Yeah? “
“Do you think it’s possible to like someone without ever seeing them?”
“Of course. Liking someone is easy. Maintaining that like is the hard part.”
---
It’s easy to fall into a dream and forget that time moves on regardless off your feelings.
“When do you leave?”
Sooyoung mentions it on a sunny day where the wind still manages to be gentle across their skin. Her voice is uncharacteristically neutral, neither sad nor angry.
"Summer. I will leave at the end of summer."
"That's a couple of weeks away, isn't it?"
“Yep. What about you? “
“About the same time, give or take.”
“Are you looking forward to it?”
“Well I definitely won’t miss the food. What about you?”
“I guess the one thing I’ll look forward to the most is that I’ll finally get to see you”
Sooyoung pauses. “Is it that important?”
“Why do you sound so serious? You know regardless oft what happens we can still hang out afterward right?”
“Sure.” Sooyoung replied, and somehow Yoona feels like Sooyoung doesn’t mean it at all.
---
The days tick by like the fire to a wick and somewhere along the line, the bomb explodes.
Sooyoung doesn’t talk about what will happen after they leave. She doesn’t mention any future plans or make suggestions about all the things they can finally do when Yoona has her sight back again. Sometimes Yoona feels like she’s alone on the bench again, alone in that darkness with nothing but her thoughts and the sound of the wind and birds.
“Do you not like me Sooyoung?”
“What would make you think that?” Sooyoung asks, her words so very careful, like Yoona has come to realize Sooyoung has always been. Even when they first met and were getting to know each other Sooyoung had a tight control on what she said and presented in the name of their friendship.
“Because you don’t seem to want to hang out after we check out.”
“Would it be that bad, if you never saw me?”
Yoona wishes she could see so she could glare at Sooyoung and let her eyes spark with her frustration. She wishes she could see so she doesn't have to make Sooyoung's true feelings into a guessing game because she can only infer so much from tone and pitch alone. Yoona is no blind swordsman and she feels as lost as ever.
“So it was just a game to you or something? I was just here to pass the time?”
“It’s not like that,” Sooyoung denies, voice still stable.
“You keep on saying that but nothing you do tells me otherwise. Were you ever really my friend?”
Sooyoung makes a weird noise in the back of her throat and Yoona has no idea what it means. Anger? Frustration? Sadness? “You wouldn’t get it.”
“Not if you don't explain it to me.”
“You're beautiful, Yoona.” Something in Sooyoung's voice seems to break, slowly and gently. “And well, I'm not.”
“You’re telling me this is all because you have some low self esteem? What is this really about?”
“The reason I’m in the hospital. Let's just say it left with me scars. Scars that I would rather you not see.”
“So you don’t trust me? I would still be your friend regardless of what you looked like.”
“And if I want to be more than friends? Would you still be saying the same thing?” Yoona pauses and turns Sooyoung's words over and over in her head. It makes no sense. “The only reason you say that it doesn't matter is because you haven’t seen me yet. So please.”
“But.” Something seems to clog up in Yoona's throat and she's run out of words to persuade Sooyoung otherwise.
“Please let me keep this last piece to myself. "
---
Sooyoung is content to pass the days ignorant, making no mention to her desire to disappear when Yoona checks out.
Yoona wonders how long she can keep up with this fairytale.
---
The day for her bandages to come off arrives like any other day. It's not as if she's has a calendar to check off and Hyoyeon doesn't make a big deal about it. To be honest, a part of her doesn't want the day to come because it means saying goodbye to Sooyoung. Yoona can't help but feel like she's being thrown away just like her bandages.
Hyoyeon is the one who removes the white wrappings and Yoona waits, excitement and anxiety bubbling under her skin. It may be futile, but Yoona has resolved that when her sight is returned she would ask around and find Sooyoung with her own two feet. She wouldn't give up so easily.
"Your eyes are beautiful."
Sooyoung's voice is there, delicate against her ears and Yoona swivels abruptly to the sound, only for Hyoyeon to tell her to keep still.
When Yoona finally opens her eyes she thinks she can see a blur in front of her, a hazy face. She wonders if this is Sooyoung or Hyoyeon and she reaches out in hopes of making the mess of colors stop. But her hands touch nothing and by the time everything becomes clearer, and Yoona notices that the sheets on her bed are just as white as she's imagined, Sooyoung's already gone.