one day, hyoyeon and min will appear on variety together
monologues
hyoyeon/min, jia/min (snsd/miss a). pg-13. 300 words.
min talks, hyoyeon listens.
“In some way, she reminds me of you, if you forget about the language barrier and the stick figure features. Remember when we would practice for extremely long hours, to the point that we got sick of the songs? Except it wasn’t like listening to American radio, it was because we wanted to get the routine right so quickly and so badly. And she’s exactly the same way as you and me. I haven’t met anyone who could practice for 24 hours straight. Not since you.”
Hyoyeon twists the unopened bottle, and hears a snap. She assumes the single noise is from the cap’s thin layer of glue separating from the bottle, and not located from an uneven pulse.
“But that’s not what reminds me of you. Remember how you and I always knew to take a break? You’d fall down at the same time I did, and our breathing would match. It was easy to admit being tired. It’s the same way with her, too.”
Hyoyeon drinks from the bottle, and drains only half of it. Even if her mouth is still a little dry after.
“Do you like her, Min?” she finally asks.
“Just a little.”
“Well,” Hyoyeon says, standing up. “Just remember I’m the one who tried shots with you first.”
Min stays behind in the waiting room, listening to Girls’ Generation sing through the walls. She drinks the water from the bottle lying sideways in her lap. There’s still a little left. She’s about to put her mouth on it, until Jia walks over to her. She drops the bottle, and the rest of the water gets her outfit wet. Jia smiles, and interferes with Min trying to dry it off by slipping her hand inside hers. Min kisses Jia with wet lips.
“You’re sweet,” Jia grins.
Min smiles, and uses her arm to wipe off Hyoyeon’s aftertaste.
what is happiness. i only know angst. and femmeslash.
hyoyeon/min, jia/min (snsd/miss a). pg-13. 300 words.
min talks, hyoyeon listens.
“In some way, she reminds me of you, if you forget about the language barrier and the stick figure features. Remember when we would practice for extremely long hours, to the point that we got sick of the songs? Except it wasn’t like listening to American radio, it was because we wanted to get the routine right so quickly and so badly. And she’s exactly the same way as you and me. I haven’t met anyone who could practice for 24 hours straight. Not since you.”
Hyoyeon twists the unopened bottle, and hears a snap. She assumes the single noise is from the cap’s thin layer of glue separating from the bottle, and not located from an uneven pulse.
“But that’s not what reminds me of you. Remember how you and I always knew to take a break? You’d fall down at the same time I did, and our breathing would match. It was easy to admit being tired. It’s the same way with her, too.”
Hyoyeon drinks from the bottle, and drains only half of it. Even if her mouth is still a little dry after.
“Do you like her, Min?” she finally asks.
“Just a little.”
“Well,” Hyoyeon says, standing up. “Just remember I’m the one who tried shots with you first.”
Min stays behind in the waiting room, listening to Girls’ Generation sing through the walls. She drinks the water from the bottle lying sideways in her lap. There’s still a little left. She’s about to put her mouth on it, until Jia walks over to her. She drops the bottle, and the rest of the water gets her outfit wet. Jia smiles, and interferes with Min trying to dry it off by slipping her hand inside hers. Min kisses Jia with wet lips.
“You’re sweet,” Jia grins.
Min smiles, and uses her arm to wipe off Hyoyeon’s aftertaste.
what is happiness. i only know angst. and femmeslash.