[valentines] i'll be there
i'll be there
orange caramel, nana-centric
g, 1106w
in the rainforest, jinah tries to say goodbye.
--for alice ♥
While they’re in Malaysia to film the next Orange Caramel MV, someone has the idea to give the girls disposable cameras and have them fill them by the end of the shoot, starting with a rainforest walk. It’s probably the idea of the director or the album jacket designer, but Jinah likes it because it sounds like something Bekah might have come up with. Idly, as the art director explains what kind of things they should be looking for, she wonders if she can use that as a lead-in: This reminds me of Bekah unnie. And speaking of her...
They aren’t allowed to go off the established path nor too far down it, as per the conservatory’s rules, but even just a hundred metres away from the filming site is enough for Jinah to feel like she’s in another world, and she hurries ahead, eager to take in more of it, to stretch her chain as far as it will go. The green of the trees washes over everything she sees, and when she focuses a certain way, the wind in the leaves all around is the only sound that fills her ears.
Then it’s Soyoung’s voice shrieking as she stumbles and almost steps in a puddle, and Jinah smiles and steps up onto a rock to watch the two of them coming down the path, cameras in hand, dressed like her in raincoats, knee-length shorts, and rubber hiking boots borrowed from the conservatory. With them is a manager, a Korean-speaking guide, and one of the crew members taping behind-the-scenes footage in case they need it later, but that’s the extent of their entourage today. Soyoung and Hyerin hold hands as they step carefully to catch up to Jinah, lifting their knees high. Jinah lifts her camera to her eye and snaps a picture of them, looking down at their feet, Soyoung in the middle of talking to Hyerin and Hyerin leaning slightly on Soyoung’s shoulder. It had taken a while, she thinks, but they make a good pair now.
Jinah waits until the two of them catch up to where she is. Hyerin links her elbow through Jinah’s and tugs, and Jinah follows, letting her unnie pull her in close and leaning her head on her shoulder. “You can’t run off without us,” says Soyoung, and Jinah’s breath catches in her throat, but she swallows it down behind a smile.
They make their way along the trail, just behind the guide and their manager. Their guide points out animals in the trees they pass under, mostly birds or things with long tails that Jinah can’t really see but attempts to take a picture of anyway with her free hand, and occasionally stops to explain a different kind of tree or flower. Everything is so deep green and brilliant that Jinah’s eyes hurt, but she can’t stop looking.
The only sounds are their boots swishing against the trail under their feet and the wind and the movements of the animals that can’t see them, and the air is wet and fresh and bright in Jinah’s nose and throat. Maybe this is what it’s like to be a normal person, she thinks: being able to forget what her face looks like and what she’s supposed to be making others feel, and just absorbing what’s around her. Or maybe even regular people don’t feel this way, only animals.
A hand waves in her face and she looks up. It’s Soyoung’s, and she and Hyerin are standing and leaning around her, watching her. “Are you okay?” Soyoung asks. “What are you thinking about?”
Jinah doesn’t know what to say, so she lifts her camera and snaps a picture of the two of them at her side again. Soyoung squeaks in surprise at the flash, and quickly twists the wheel on her own camera as Jinah crosses her forearms up in front of her face, giggling. Hyerin jumps into the picture just as Soyoung takes it, posing prettily, and then Soyoung tackles them both into a hug. They’re a three-headed, six-legged monster stumbling in circles along the slippery trail, and there’s nothing around them but the trees shielding them from the outside world.
Then the edge of Jinah’s left foot slips, and she goes down with a shriek, pulling the others with her. They collapse on the boards in a heap that shakes with laughter. Jinah’s leg hurts, but the rest of her feels light and full of air, even with two girls on top of her - her two best friends, she thinks, and suddenly her nose starts to sting, and it’s not the damp air.
“Girls,” she says.
“Yes?” they answer in unison, and Jinah inhales, filling her lungs with this moment, knowing that this is the last time she’ll have it.
“I need to tell you something,” she says. Her voice sounds squeaky in her ears, and she clears her throat.
“Are you okay?” asks Hyerin. She and Soyoung untangle themselves and roll off of her, and she twists around to inspect her butt. “Ugh, my pants are all wet...”
When Bekah had decided to graduate, she had called all of the girls into their living room and held their hands as she told them, and they’d all passed around tissues and cried on each other’s shoulders until it was time to go to bed. Kahi’s had been practically a foregone conclusion; all she’d had to do was come back to the practice room from the CEO’s office, wearing her widest smile, and they’d all rushed to her and closed her into a hug that was as much out of excitement as sadness. Jinah realizes that for all she’d debated her decision before making it, she’d never considered this part, the part where it becomes real.
She takes a breath, and then she says, “I’ll miss you,” and starts to cry. Hyerin and Soyoung are immediately there, their arms around her like the enveloping canopy of leaves overhead, and she doesn’t know if they understand but more than that, she knows it doesn’t matter whether they understand or not. She puts down the camera in her hand and wraps her arms around them back as best as she can. They’ll talk about it later tonight after the shoot, in the hotel. Maybe they’ll fight; maybe Soyoung will get mad and Hyerin will try to talk her out of it, and Jinah’s tears will be out of frustration rather than whatever nameless emotion she’s feeling right now. But she knows they’ll support her no matter what. She looks up, and her tears make the brilliant green overhead sparkle.
notes:
- my inexperience with oc/nature/dialogue is showing T___T forgive me, i will write the romantic exploration fic worthy of them/you one day...
orange caramel, nana-centric
g, 1106w
in the rainforest, jinah tries to say goodbye.
--for alice ♥
While they’re in Malaysia to film the next Orange Caramel MV, someone has the idea to give the girls disposable cameras and have them fill them by the end of the shoot, starting with a rainforest walk. It’s probably the idea of the director or the album jacket designer, but Jinah likes it because it sounds like something Bekah might have come up with. Idly, as the art director explains what kind of things they should be looking for, she wonders if she can use that as a lead-in: This reminds me of Bekah unnie. And speaking of her...
They aren’t allowed to go off the established path nor too far down it, as per the conservatory’s rules, but even just a hundred metres away from the filming site is enough for Jinah to feel like she’s in another world, and she hurries ahead, eager to take in more of it, to stretch her chain as far as it will go. The green of the trees washes over everything she sees, and when she focuses a certain way, the wind in the leaves all around is the only sound that fills her ears.
Then it’s Soyoung’s voice shrieking as she stumbles and almost steps in a puddle, and Jinah smiles and steps up onto a rock to watch the two of them coming down the path, cameras in hand, dressed like her in raincoats, knee-length shorts, and rubber hiking boots borrowed from the conservatory. With them is a manager, a Korean-speaking guide, and one of the crew members taping behind-the-scenes footage in case they need it later, but that’s the extent of their entourage today. Soyoung and Hyerin hold hands as they step carefully to catch up to Jinah, lifting their knees high. Jinah lifts her camera to her eye and snaps a picture of them, looking down at their feet, Soyoung in the middle of talking to Hyerin and Hyerin leaning slightly on Soyoung’s shoulder. It had taken a while, she thinks, but they make a good pair now.
Jinah waits until the two of them catch up to where she is. Hyerin links her elbow through Jinah’s and tugs, and Jinah follows, letting her unnie pull her in close and leaning her head on her shoulder. “You can’t run off without us,” says Soyoung, and Jinah’s breath catches in her throat, but she swallows it down behind a smile.
They make their way along the trail, just behind the guide and their manager. Their guide points out animals in the trees they pass under, mostly birds or things with long tails that Jinah can’t really see but attempts to take a picture of anyway with her free hand, and occasionally stops to explain a different kind of tree or flower. Everything is so deep green and brilliant that Jinah’s eyes hurt, but she can’t stop looking.
The only sounds are their boots swishing against the trail under their feet and the wind and the movements of the animals that can’t see them, and the air is wet and fresh and bright in Jinah’s nose and throat. Maybe this is what it’s like to be a normal person, she thinks: being able to forget what her face looks like and what she’s supposed to be making others feel, and just absorbing what’s around her. Or maybe even regular people don’t feel this way, only animals.
A hand waves in her face and she looks up. It’s Soyoung’s, and she and Hyerin are standing and leaning around her, watching her. “Are you okay?” Soyoung asks. “What are you thinking about?”
Jinah doesn’t know what to say, so she lifts her camera and snaps a picture of the two of them at her side again. Soyoung squeaks in surprise at the flash, and quickly twists the wheel on her own camera as Jinah crosses her forearms up in front of her face, giggling. Hyerin jumps into the picture just as Soyoung takes it, posing prettily, and then Soyoung tackles them both into a hug. They’re a three-headed, six-legged monster stumbling in circles along the slippery trail, and there’s nothing around them but the trees shielding them from the outside world.
Then the edge of Jinah’s left foot slips, and she goes down with a shriek, pulling the others with her. They collapse on the boards in a heap that shakes with laughter. Jinah’s leg hurts, but the rest of her feels light and full of air, even with two girls on top of her - her two best friends, she thinks, and suddenly her nose starts to sting, and it’s not the damp air.
“Girls,” she says.
“Yes?” they answer in unison, and Jinah inhales, filling her lungs with this moment, knowing that this is the last time she’ll have it.
“I need to tell you something,” she says. Her voice sounds squeaky in her ears, and she clears her throat.
“Are you okay?” asks Hyerin. She and Soyoung untangle themselves and roll off of her, and she twists around to inspect her butt. “Ugh, my pants are all wet...”
When Bekah had decided to graduate, she had called all of the girls into their living room and held their hands as she told them, and they’d all passed around tissues and cried on each other’s shoulders until it was time to go to bed. Kahi’s had been practically a foregone conclusion; all she’d had to do was come back to the practice room from the CEO’s office, wearing her widest smile, and they’d all rushed to her and closed her into a hug that was as much out of excitement as sadness. Jinah realizes that for all she’d debated her decision before making it, she’d never considered this part, the part where it becomes real.
She takes a breath, and then she says, “I’ll miss you,” and starts to cry. Hyerin and Soyoung are immediately there, their arms around her like the enveloping canopy of leaves overhead, and she doesn’t know if they understand but more than that, she knows it doesn’t matter whether they understand or not. She puts down the camera in her hand and wraps her arms around them back as best as she can. They’ll talk about it later tonight after the shoot, in the hotel. Maybe they’ll fight; maybe Soyoung will get mad and Hyerin will try to talk her out of it, and Jinah’s tears will be out of frustration rather than whatever nameless emotion she’s feeling right now. But she knows they’ll support her no matter what. She looks up, and her tears make the brilliant green overhead sparkle.
notes:
- my inexperience with oc/nature/dialogue is showing T___T forgive me, i will write the romantic exploration fic worthy of them/you one day...