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TITLE the memories we've made
FANDOM snsd
PAIRING sooyoung/tiffany
WORDS 1300
RATING pg
SUMMARY a love encompassed in pictures.
This is how it begins. First, Tiffany is walking around, never remembers why she is doing it or where she’s headed, and sees Sooyoung bent over their collection of shoes. Then, during the act of Sooyoung throwing a pair of size 6 shoes on a dainty pair of size 4, Tiffany asks her what she’s doing. And Sooyoung will answer, “I’m looking for my shoes” to which Tiffany will reply, “you must think I’m stupid” and Sooyoung will reply, “you are stupid” and they will have a small exchange of calling each other names, much like that Orbit gum commercial.
In all seriousness, Tiffany asks, “I meant, WHY are you looking for your shoes?”
“I can’t stay inside all day! I have to go out there and explore!” Sooyoung explains, and blinks when a new set of hands stick themselves into the pile.
“Hand me those 5 and a halves you’ve thrown over there,” Tiffany says.
Sooyoung grins, and dives for them.
As soon as they step out, Tiffany sees the size of Sooyoung’s eyes and swallows down a lump in her throat. What happens if the soles of her feet get worn out and Sooyoung will be walking too fast to stop? But she surprises herself. She keeps up, even walking a little faster than Sooyoung’s long, funny-looking strides.
“Why are we walking so fast?” Sooyoung asks. “We can do this any other day.”
They’ve stopped at a store window. Tiffany looks into mirrors quite a few times a day, but this isn’t because she’s checking out her skin. Or because of the folded shirts and the female worker maintaining them.
“Except we can’t do this any other day,” Tiffany answers. “Tomorrow, we’ll be busy. The day after that, we’ll be busier-”
“I get it, I get it,” Sooyoung interrupts. “I’ll bring a camera next time we go.”
Instead of guessing when “next time” will be, Tiffany pastes on a huge smile and grabs Sooyoung’s hand.
“That’s actually a cute shirt,” she says, and drags them inside the air-conditioned store. She wipes the sweat off Sooyoung’s neck, having an excuse when Sooyoung asks.
Dream cities are actually disappointing in some aspects. But Sooyoung makes it bearable, screaming and charging headfirst at a flock of pigeons and trying to wipe pigeon poop off her shoes after.
“Tiffany, give me your leg.”
“No, that is bird poop all over your shoe! Come on, let’s find some grass to walk you through.”
A nice patch of grass is ruined by their feet, and Tiffany would feel bad if she didn’t know that Sooyoung’s shoes were being cleaned. She would probably feel normal or bland or bored or anything besides this elated feeling she gets from holding hands with Sooyoung. This feeling strong enough to not feel bothered that a second ago, bird poop was visible on Sooyoung’s shoes.
“Hey, I brought my camera,” Sooyoung whispers in her ear. Tiffany tilts her head to the side, but levels of intimacy are on a rise.
“That’s great. We can take pictures of the buildings, the-”
“I want to take a picture with you,” Sooyoung cuts her off, abruptly in a way that Tiffany can usually be annoyed by, but her own forehead is clear of popping veins and knitted eyebrows. “I’m forcing you to remember this.”
They have a stranger take a picture of them in a clear sidewalk, where the gray concrete washes out their beige tops. When Tiffany views the picture, she knows her legs don’t really look like that in real life, and she usually doesn’t have her mouth open like that-
“You better not delete it,” Sooyoung huffs behind her.
“Or what,” Tiffany says, ears open for Sooyoung’s next line of insults and threats.
“Or else I’ll get really sad,” Sooyoung answers.
Tiffany’s shoulders slump in defeat. She clicks to the next picture, finding a selca of Sooyoung. Her face in the picture smiles victoriously.
They are in France. This time, there is a team of photographers following them. When Sooyoung whips out her own camera, Tiffany tries to decipher the object at first, until Sooyoung hits her upside the head.
“Tiffany, take a picture with meeeeeeee,” Sooyoung whines, lying on a bench that more important tourists could be sitting on. She kicks her long legs in the air, distracting Tiffany from the request.
“But what are the nice men getting paid for?” Tiffany says, pinching Sooyoung’s cheeks with her new manicure. Not only does it turn Sooyoung’s cheek red, it is appropriate for their concert. Fans DO stare that close.
“You’re right. It’s better than finding some stranger to take the picture, right?” Sooyoung says. Tiffany nods, unsure of what else to do besides bobbing her head.
They stand in front of the photographer, not as awkwardly or stunted as Tiffany expected. She hears the camera click, and she and Sooyoung run from their spot, pulling at each other’s scarves. Due to Sooyoung’s immaturity, she coils Tiffany’s scarf around her delicate neck. From two feet behind Sooyoung in the race, Tiffany’s gagging and loosening her scarf.
“You okay?” the photographer asks, handing over the camera quickly to Sooyoung and rushing to untangle himself from the camera’s strap. Tiffany steps in the space created between him and Sooyoung, clearing her throat and restoring her smile.
“Of course,” she says. “You thought this girl could hurt me?”
She looks at the picture, seeing beyond Sooyoung’s thumb smudging the screen. She sees a tall girl and a slightly shorter girl, both standing in a city that she wishes wasn’t just a temporary visit.
Sooyoung nudges her. “You’re so pretty,” she says. Deep inside, Tiffany imagines (with a crappy knowledge of human anatomy) her heart rocking in her ribcage and never settling in the same exact place when it stops.
Perhaps when Tiffany answered to the photographer, she had said it a little too quickly.
Her heart’s rhythms never become the same after that. They do however, change in certain instances. Its beats are excruciatingly slow when Sooyoung’s and Tiffany’s wandering eyes lock together for five seconds in Japan, and comes back steady when Tiffany looks away and thinks, what just happened there? Its pace quickens when Sooyoung and Tiffany are changing costumes in a little corner where the stylists don’t come near, and a hand rests over her chest, touching the skin where her heart’s placed beneath. It explodes when Tiffany lays her hand over Sooyoung’s and crushes the other girl’s fingers, crying at the thought of what might happen if she lets go. Sooyoung kisses her on the forehead, and Tiffany wishes that she could somehow take a picture of this.
seoul, 20XX
“Mom, my history teacher was showing us old photographs back then.”
“Why do you look so surprised? Of course we didn’t take high-quality pictures of things back then. And have them printed from your smart phone.” Tiffany loosens her apron and raises her ponytail higher. “I’ve got some of those pictures too.”
A drawer opens. The sounds of things being move aside set the mood.
“This is a picture of how I met your father.”
“MOM, WHAT ARE YOU EVEN WEARING-”
“This is a picture of our first date-”
“Mom, what’s this?”
“What’s what?”
“Is this Paris? In France? Oh my God, you’re so lucky. Why haven’t you taken me there yet? And who is this lady?”
“Oh,” Tiffany’s finger holds the picture up, carefully examining it even though the back of the picture is a light shade of yellow. “That’s Sooyoung. She’s in Japan, so that’s why you guys haven’t met.”
“Mom, you know just about everybody.”
“Yeah,” Tiffany says, laying that picture on the stack and hitting that stack on the counter until all of the memories are aligned.
This is how it ends. First, the drawer is opened; then, the pictures go inside; finally, the drawer is closed and she goes back to working on dinner.
FANDOM snsd
PAIRING sooyoung/tiffany
WORDS 1300
RATING pg
SUMMARY a love encompassed in pictures.
This is how it begins. First, Tiffany is walking around, never remembers why she is doing it or where she’s headed, and sees Sooyoung bent over their collection of shoes. Then, during the act of Sooyoung throwing a pair of size 6 shoes on a dainty pair of size 4, Tiffany asks her what she’s doing. And Sooyoung will answer, “I’m looking for my shoes” to which Tiffany will reply, “you must think I’m stupid” and Sooyoung will reply, “you are stupid” and they will have a small exchange of calling each other names, much like that Orbit gum commercial.
In all seriousness, Tiffany asks, “I meant, WHY are you looking for your shoes?”
“I can’t stay inside all day! I have to go out there and explore!” Sooyoung explains, and blinks when a new set of hands stick themselves into the pile.
“Hand me those 5 and a halves you’ve thrown over there,” Tiffany says.
Sooyoung grins, and dives for them.
As soon as they step out, Tiffany sees the size of Sooyoung’s eyes and swallows down a lump in her throat. What happens if the soles of her feet get worn out and Sooyoung will be walking too fast to stop? But she surprises herself. She keeps up, even walking a little faster than Sooyoung’s long, funny-looking strides.
“Why are we walking so fast?” Sooyoung asks. “We can do this any other day.”
They’ve stopped at a store window. Tiffany looks into mirrors quite a few times a day, but this isn’t because she’s checking out her skin. Or because of the folded shirts and the female worker maintaining them.
“Except we can’t do this any other day,” Tiffany answers. “Tomorrow, we’ll be busy. The day after that, we’ll be busier-”
“I get it, I get it,” Sooyoung interrupts. “I’ll bring a camera next time we go.”
Instead of guessing when “next time” will be, Tiffany pastes on a huge smile and grabs Sooyoung’s hand.
“That’s actually a cute shirt,” she says, and drags them inside the air-conditioned store. She wipes the sweat off Sooyoung’s neck, having an excuse when Sooyoung asks.
Dream cities are actually disappointing in some aspects. But Sooyoung makes it bearable, screaming and charging headfirst at a flock of pigeons and trying to wipe pigeon poop off her shoes after.
“Tiffany, give me your leg.”
“No, that is bird poop all over your shoe! Come on, let’s find some grass to walk you through.”
A nice patch of grass is ruined by their feet, and Tiffany would feel bad if she didn’t know that Sooyoung’s shoes were being cleaned. She would probably feel normal or bland or bored or anything besides this elated feeling she gets from holding hands with Sooyoung. This feeling strong enough to not feel bothered that a second ago, bird poop was visible on Sooyoung’s shoes.
“Hey, I brought my camera,” Sooyoung whispers in her ear. Tiffany tilts her head to the side, but levels of intimacy are on a rise.
“That’s great. We can take pictures of the buildings, the-”
“I want to take a picture with you,” Sooyoung cuts her off, abruptly in a way that Tiffany can usually be annoyed by, but her own forehead is clear of popping veins and knitted eyebrows. “I’m forcing you to remember this.”
They have a stranger take a picture of them in a clear sidewalk, where the gray concrete washes out their beige tops. When Tiffany views the picture, she knows her legs don’t really look like that in real life, and she usually doesn’t have her mouth open like that-
“You better not delete it,” Sooyoung huffs behind her.
“Or what,” Tiffany says, ears open for Sooyoung’s next line of insults and threats.
“Or else I’ll get really sad,” Sooyoung answers.
Tiffany’s shoulders slump in defeat. She clicks to the next picture, finding a selca of Sooyoung. Her face in the picture smiles victoriously.
They are in France. This time, there is a team of photographers following them. When Sooyoung whips out her own camera, Tiffany tries to decipher the object at first, until Sooyoung hits her upside the head.
“Tiffany, take a picture with meeeeeeee,” Sooyoung whines, lying on a bench that more important tourists could be sitting on. She kicks her long legs in the air, distracting Tiffany from the request.
“But what are the nice men getting paid for?” Tiffany says, pinching Sooyoung’s cheeks with her new manicure. Not only does it turn Sooyoung’s cheek red, it is appropriate for their concert. Fans DO stare that close.
“You’re right. It’s better than finding some stranger to take the picture, right?” Sooyoung says. Tiffany nods, unsure of what else to do besides bobbing her head.
They stand in front of the photographer, not as awkwardly or stunted as Tiffany expected. She hears the camera click, and she and Sooyoung run from their spot, pulling at each other’s scarves. Due to Sooyoung’s immaturity, she coils Tiffany’s scarf around her delicate neck. From two feet behind Sooyoung in the race, Tiffany’s gagging and loosening her scarf.
“You okay?” the photographer asks, handing over the camera quickly to Sooyoung and rushing to untangle himself from the camera’s strap. Tiffany steps in the space created between him and Sooyoung, clearing her throat and restoring her smile.
“Of course,” she says. “You thought this girl could hurt me?”
She looks at the picture, seeing beyond Sooyoung’s thumb smudging the screen. She sees a tall girl and a slightly shorter girl, both standing in a city that she wishes wasn’t just a temporary visit.
Sooyoung nudges her. “You’re so pretty,” she says. Deep inside, Tiffany imagines (with a crappy knowledge of human anatomy) her heart rocking in her ribcage and never settling in the same exact place when it stops.
Perhaps when Tiffany answered to the photographer, she had said it a little too quickly.
Her heart’s rhythms never become the same after that. They do however, change in certain instances. Its beats are excruciatingly slow when Sooyoung’s and Tiffany’s wandering eyes lock together for five seconds in Japan, and comes back steady when Tiffany looks away and thinks, what just happened there? Its pace quickens when Sooyoung and Tiffany are changing costumes in a little corner where the stylists don’t come near, and a hand rests over her chest, touching the skin where her heart’s placed beneath. It explodes when Tiffany lays her hand over Sooyoung’s and crushes the other girl’s fingers, crying at the thought of what might happen if she lets go. Sooyoung kisses her on the forehead, and Tiffany wishes that she could somehow take a picture of this.
seoul, 20XX
“Mom, my history teacher was showing us old photographs back then.”
“Why do you look so surprised? Of course we didn’t take high-quality pictures of things back then. And have them printed from your smart phone.” Tiffany loosens her apron and raises her ponytail higher. “I’ve got some of those pictures too.”
A drawer opens. The sounds of things being move aside set the mood.
“This is a picture of how I met your father.”
“MOM, WHAT ARE YOU EVEN WEARING-”
“This is a picture of our first date-”
“Mom, what’s this?”
“What’s what?”
“Is this Paris? In France? Oh my God, you’re so lucky. Why haven’t you taken me there yet? And who is this lady?”
“Oh,” Tiffany’s finger holds the picture up, carefully examining it even though the back of the picture is a light shade of yellow. “That’s Sooyoung. She’s in Japan, so that’s why you guys haven’t met.”
“Mom, you know just about everybody.”
“Yeah,” Tiffany says, laying that picture on the stack and hitting that stack on the counter until all of the memories are aligned.
This is how it ends. First, the drawer is opened; then, the pictures go inside; finally, the drawer is closed and she goes back to working on dinner.