kficrevolution #3 Challenge Dump
kficrevolution #3 Challenge Dump
Tin Heart | SuJu: Donghae / Wonder Girls: Sunye
Based off of prompt: you wanna know why you feel so hollow? / because you are ("everybody knows that you're insane" by queens of the stone age)
Donghae’s joints were rusty and he stood, uncomfortable but aware that moving would be even more uncomfortable and perhaps even painful. Not that he knew what pain felt like anymore, considering that relative to this state he was in, nothing felt like pain.
Donghae’s eyes continued to stare out, fixed on an unremarkable spot of nothing. His lips were fixed, too, in a sort of half smile that clearly no longer represented any genuine happiness, if such happiness had ever been there. His brain was possibly the only thing moving, and it only moved backwards. Donghae only thought about the events that led him to this place, because the future was bound to be more of the same.
Had he wronged her? This question lazily rolled around all the corners of his brain, but he always came to the same conclusion. No. She had wronged him. It was her fault that he was like this. Yet even this pushing off of the blame didn’t make him feel any better. In fact, he didn’t feel anything at all.
So when Sunye came skipping along with red sparkly shoes on her feet and a smile, a real one, on her face, Donghae just kept on staring at that spot over there.
“You poor thing!” Sunye exclaimed as she caught sight of him and she ran over. Donghae thought that he maybe felt a prickle of annoyance at her pity. But he didn’t say anything to her; he couldn’t say anything.
But there was something about Sunye that acted as if she oiled the rusty hinges of his jaw and he managed to mumble an empty and gruff, “Thank you.”
“You don’t need to sound so ungrateful about it. I’ll take your thank you when you mean it.” Sunye responded. She ran her hand down his body, loosening him up, and then she placed a hand gently on his chest. “No wonder, though. You don’t have a heartbeat..”
She looked up at his eyes, now able to look into hers. Donghae gradually became more and more conscious of the warm contact between them. “That’s right. There’s nothing inside. I have no heart.”
She smiled at him. “I’m not so sure about that.”
Margarita | Wonder Girls: Yeeun-Centric
Based off of prompt: "Daisies, once upon an old daydream, that’s what you gave me out on the corner of Broadway and 48th street on a rainy afternoon" - Kate Voegele - Manhattan from the Sky
Yeeun thought that New York City would get a little cooler when it rained. There would be less people outside braving the torrential rain; there would be less of that massive overwhelming sense of people pressing down upon you.
But Yeeun hurried along with her coat collar up and her head tucked down and she felt even stuffier than usual. She had even looked at the weather forecast this morning, but she had wanted to take her chances, maybe even challenge fate to dare to rain on her. Well, it dared to do so and as she ran, she muttered, "Fuck," one of the handiest English words she had learned over the months (or was it long enough to be considered years now?) that she had been living in the States. The raindrops ran down her yellow hair, weighing it down, and each running step felt heavy. Yeeun almost wanted to laugh at herself for putting a hand up over her head in a fruitless attempt to block some of the rain. Her hand was more like a sieve at this point, really, letting all the water through.
Yeeun stopped, panting, under a convenient overhang. She was a little bit out-of-shape compared to how she used to be - she hadn't done any sort of exercise in a long time, considering that she hadn't been forced to go through rigorous dance practice in preparation for back-to-back performances in a long time. Yeeun was starting to get a little concerned about how she was having trouble regaining control over her breathing. Her life was built around being able to fully use her breath and she had never had problems like this before. But she couldn't breathe, she couldn't talk, she couldn't sing - at least not here in New York City.
Rain continued to hurtle downwards, but Yeeun was thankfully shielded by the overhang. She could now actually lift her head up and look out at where she was. Streams of raindrops blurred the panorama in front of her, but she could make out the green street sign amongst the grayness.
Broadway.
Every aspiring singer had dreamed of being on Broadway, right? Yeeun had, too - She had dreamed of being on those stages and hearing her voice echoing in those halls. That was every singer's dream, right, to see your name on those marquees and in those playbills? And Yeeun still wanted that, she did, but right now she was mostly just struck with the terrible epiphany that in the rain, Broadway just looked like any other grey expanse of a street in New York City. Just like the rest of NYC, it allowed her to look upon it as one of its millions of tourists, but it would never accept her in.
Yeeun started to shake and because of that damned overhang, she couldn't say it was the rain that was streaking down her face. Yeeun normally wasn't like this. She thought of NYC as a grand adventure and she usually loved it, but right now, it just pushed on her and squeezed all this loathing out. Why was she here? Why couldn't she be back home? It's not like the States were making a particularly concerted effort to welcome her.
"Margarita?"
It's a little early for alcohol, Yeeun thought ruefully, as she turned towards the voice. Yeeun deduced that the owner of that voice was also the owner of this shop, apparently a flower shop. His mouth kept on moving and sounds kept on coming out of it, but Yeeun didn't understand any of it. This wasn't a new experience, but a cocktail of panic and worry and frustration and anger at her inability to comprehend filled her stomach. Yeeun was fairly good at English by now, so why couldn't she understand?
The florist seemed to call back into the depths of the shop and some sort of noise came back to him. His face alight with excitement, he held out a flower to her.
"Margarita! In English, daisy." He took Yeeun's hands and wrapped them around the daisy's stem. "Take."
Yeeun realized, duh, that he hadn't been speaking English before and that's why she hadn't understood. She felt bad for having been angry at the shopowner in her head. She took one hand off the flower stem and reached for her purse. "Thank you - how much?"
The shopowner waved his hands hurriedly. "No, no money! Instead, smile."
Yeeun's hand was still at her purse. "Sorry, what?"
The florist took his fingers and made an arc motion with them in front of his own smile. "Smile!" With a comforting pat on her shoulder, he then went into his shop.
Yeeun looked down at the daisy. "Smile," she murmured. She tucked it into her coat pocket and looked back out. The rain was still falling as heavily as ever, but Yeeun wrapped her coat around her tighter and as she ran back out and into the rain, she smiled.