it was you (i was thinking of)
sistar/u-kiss ; soohyun/hyorin
576 words ; g ; for the 24 hour challenge a unniefic
it always felt like the first time
"If only there could be an invention', I said impulsively, 'that bottled up a memory, like scent. And it never faded, and it never got stale. And then, when one wanted it, the bottle could be uncorked, and it would be like a living moment all over again."'
on those days whenever hyojung feels sad or lonely, she likes to open the memory vial. she keeps it hidden away in an old shoe box under the floorboards of her closet. it's always a mess so no one ever goes in there. she makes sure not to use it too often - hyojung thinks of it as something special and a small part of her is afraid that one day she may grow tired of the memory from excessive use. (she prays that will never happen).
so she vows that the maximum use of the vial is three times a year and only when absolutely necessary. but today is one of those days. today is his birthday and all she wants to do is spend some time with him in the only way she knows how.
she's sitting cross legged on her bed, the box next to her and the tiny bottle in her hands. it still fascinates hyojung to no end despite being nearly two years. the thick glass is clear and the liquid of her memory shines brightly inside. it's a mix of pearly blues, greens, purples, and gold, just like the interior of an abalone shell. she tugs at the cork until it comes off with a light pop sound. she needs this, she's ready - so she takes a deep breath, closes her eyes and lets the smell of sea water fill her lungs.
and then hyojung is there like it's all happening for the first time again. the sand is warm on her toes and the beach wind blows her hair into a tangled mess, but she could care less. soohyun is a few feet away down by the waves, digging through the muddy sand and water before he stands up staight with a bundle of seaweed in his hands and turns around to grin at her. hyojung starts running from him, laughing and screaming when he finally gets close enough to drop the wet plants onto her head. it's his turn to run but he doesn't get very far before she jumps onto his back and mashes wet sand into his hair and they fall togehter. their laughter doesn't stop for a second as they lay on the sand, calling a truce.
soon they're both calm and relax into the comfortable silence. they're both quite a sight to anyone that might pass - hyojung's hair is a wet mess, her short shorts and white top are all stained, soohyun's hair has dried but crusted with sand as are his legs. they're filthy and tired but never been happier. hyojung rolls onto her side and rests her head over his heart.
"i'm tired, sing for me." she's not asking, it's a demand and this just makes him chuckle. "alright, whatever you want, jung-ah." and he starts to sing this old ballad that's about summer love and hope and sunsets. soohyun only sings loud enough for her to hear, which makes her smile as she snuggles against his chest.
her eyes have drifted shut but she's still awake enough to hear his soft "i love you" and enough to murmur back "love you too 'hyun", before falling into a peaceful slumber. soohyun smiles at her and presses a kiss to her brow.
in her room hyojung has fallen asleep, the vial somehow closed. tomorrow she will wake up stronger than she was the night before, but with the reminder of still being incomplete.
a/n: hmm, not something i feel really good about, but i really liked the prompt for the challenge so i thought i'd give it a shot~
i'll make up for this lol
576 words ; g ; for the 24 hour challenge a unniefic
it always felt like the first time
"If only there could be an invention', I said impulsively, 'that bottled up a memory, like scent. And it never faded, and it never got stale. And then, when one wanted it, the bottle could be uncorked, and it would be like a living moment all over again."'
on those days whenever hyojung feels sad or lonely, she likes to open the memory vial. she keeps it hidden away in an old shoe box under the floorboards of her closet. it's always a mess so no one ever goes in there. she makes sure not to use it too often - hyojung thinks of it as something special and a small part of her is afraid that one day she may grow tired of the memory from excessive use. (she prays that will never happen).
so she vows that the maximum use of the vial is three times a year and only when absolutely necessary. but today is one of those days. today is his birthday and all she wants to do is spend some time with him in the only way she knows how.
she's sitting cross legged on her bed, the box next to her and the tiny bottle in her hands. it still fascinates hyojung to no end despite being nearly two years. the thick glass is clear and the liquid of her memory shines brightly inside. it's a mix of pearly blues, greens, purples, and gold, just like the interior of an abalone shell. she tugs at the cork until it comes off with a light pop sound. she needs this, she's ready - so she takes a deep breath, closes her eyes and lets the smell of sea water fill her lungs.
and then hyojung is there like it's all happening for the first time again. the sand is warm on her toes and the beach wind blows her hair into a tangled mess, but she could care less. soohyun is a few feet away down by the waves, digging through the muddy sand and water before he stands up staight with a bundle of seaweed in his hands and turns around to grin at her. hyojung starts running from him, laughing and screaming when he finally gets close enough to drop the wet plants onto her head. it's his turn to run but he doesn't get very far before she jumps onto his back and mashes wet sand into his hair and they fall togehter. their laughter doesn't stop for a second as they lay on the sand, calling a truce.
soon they're both calm and relax into the comfortable silence. they're both quite a sight to anyone that might pass - hyojung's hair is a wet mess, her short shorts and white top are all stained, soohyun's hair has dried but crusted with sand as are his legs. they're filthy and tired but never been happier. hyojung rolls onto her side and rests her head over his heart.
"i'm tired, sing for me." she's not asking, it's a demand and this just makes him chuckle. "alright, whatever you want, jung-ah." and he starts to sing this old ballad that's about summer love and hope and sunsets. soohyun only sings loud enough for her to hear, which makes her smile as she snuggles against his chest.
her eyes have drifted shut but she's still awake enough to hear his soft "i love you" and enough to murmur back "love you too 'hyun", before falling into a peaceful slumber. soohyun smiles at her and presses a kiss to her brow.
in her room hyojung has fallen asleep, the vial somehow closed. tomorrow she will wake up stronger than she was the night before, but with the reminder of still being incomplete.
a/n: hmm, not something i feel really good about, but i really liked the prompt for the challenge so i thought i'd give it a shot~
i'll make up for this lol