the walls kept tumbling down (t-ara, soyeon/jiyeon)
the walls kept tumbling down
group: t-ara
pairing: soyeon/jiyeon
length: ~900w
notes: -
Soyeon’s always been the type who does things her way and starts something she knew wouldn’t work out a long while beforehand just to prove others (and also maybe, herself) that a precarious prediction of the rather unpredictable future was not enough to scare her and distract her from her goals.
That was the basic idea when she first asked for Jiyeon’s phone number after that long, tiring bus road they spent sitting next to each other and talking about everything but the only, however crucial problem why their relationship (regardless on which level) would never work out, never blossom into something more than just a quick adventure of passion they both seemed to possess for each other. And Soyeon knew that very well, just as she always did but she couldn’t get off that bus without having a way to contact Jiyeon again, even though it would never work out; she couldn’t deny her nature of never giving up only because of a stupid precarious prediction of the rather unpredictable future.
There was only one thing she failed to acknowledge, that the prediction was no longer precarious and the future no longer unpredictable, but a word the mention of which was immediately followed by painful, almost hysteric laughter, an empty promise that got broken right in that second scientists found out that the world was dying, they were dying, Soyeon and Jiyeon, and would not live through this month.
And Soyeon knew that when she typed the number in her phone (gaining success only after a couple of attempts as she kept messing up due to the trembling of her hands) and called Jiyeon, asking her if she wanted to hang out, as if it could be the beginning of a relationship that would lead somewhere but no, that was only illusion, how could two people be together if they had to be separated in less than a month?
And yet.
Jiyeon eagerly agreed and in an hour they were already sipping hot, steaming coffee together in the nearest café and just in three hours they were in Soyeon’s apartment, lips connected, clothes half-taken off and for that night, they both let themselves forget that perhaps it was the last day, perhaps they wouldn’t have to face the typical awkwardness of a one-night stand tomorrow because there would be no tomorrow.
A week has passed since that day but they were still (or rather, again) lying in that bed together, arms wrapped around and holding onto each other as if they could be separated in the next minute, second.
“Tomorrow’s the day,” Jiyeon mutters quietly on the eighth day and Soyeon pulls her closer, her lips pressing against the younger’s forehead.
“I know. Do you really have to remind me?”
“Just thought I would, in case you wanted to do something more memorable on our last day together.”
“Is being with me not memorable enough for you?”
“Come on, Soyeon,” Jiyeon rolls her eyes and moves a bit away to look at the other, “we still have a few hours to get to that phase we’re in right now. Literally holding on to me tightly won’t change our fate.”
“I don’t believe in fate,” Soyeon murmurs, somewhat grumpily and Jiyeon has to crack a laughter.
“Then believe me when I say that we can have fun without wasting the little time we have for each other and get out of the bed.”
Jiyeon pulls away and stands up, her hand reaching for Soyeon’s. The older hesitates only for a second before taking it and following the younger into the living room where she digs a little bit around in a medium-sized box next to the DVD player and Soyeon watches every movement of hers attentively and carefully. Jiyeon pulls out a CD and the older has to take only a short glance at the cover to know that it’s an album, their album, filled with songs they listened to in the past seven days and Soyeon smiles, stepping behind the short-haired.
The music turns on and Jiyeon twists around, her eyes immediately meeting Soyeon’s and they both chuckle, arms snaking around each other and they take a few steps away to have more space. Jiyeon rests her chin on Soyeon’s shoulder and they start to dance, slowly, not really to the rhythm of the song but their own heartbeat, something that’s more beautiful than the melody itself, something they’ll no longer hear when this day ends.
Soyeon presses a soft kiss into Jiyeon’s hair that makes the younger lift her head, and the older is suddenly intimidated by the sight of blurry eyes-tears, but she silently admires how she could hold them back for so long and she smiles wholeheartedly, genuinely, without forcing it. She slides her hands on Jiyeon’s waist and leans in, her lips barely touching the other’s ear and she kisses it softly before whispering.
“’Cause I was born to tell you I love you’”, she sings along to the song quietly, placing another kiss on Jiyeon’s ears and she feels the younger’s embrace tightening.
“’And I am torn to do what I have to, to make you mine’”, and Soyeon’s vision starts to cloud too, Jiyeon’s body to shake and she swallows.
“’Stay with me’”, she finishes and now they’re both crying, tears streaming down their faces uncontrollably and Jiyeon pulls away to kiss her, the love of her life, screaming the words “I love you” and “I’ll stay with you forever” between each of their kisses and when Soyeon closes her eyes, she almost believes them.
group: t-ara
pairing: soyeon/jiyeon
length: ~900w
notes: -
Soyeon’s always been the type who does things her way and starts something she knew wouldn’t work out a long while beforehand just to prove others (and also maybe, herself) that a precarious prediction of the rather unpredictable future was not enough to scare her and distract her from her goals.
That was the basic idea when she first asked for Jiyeon’s phone number after that long, tiring bus road they spent sitting next to each other and talking about everything but the only, however crucial problem why their relationship (regardless on which level) would never work out, never blossom into something more than just a quick adventure of passion they both seemed to possess for each other. And Soyeon knew that very well, just as she always did but she couldn’t get off that bus without having a way to contact Jiyeon again, even though it would never work out; she couldn’t deny her nature of never giving up only because of a stupid precarious prediction of the rather unpredictable future.
There was only one thing she failed to acknowledge, that the prediction was no longer precarious and the future no longer unpredictable, but a word the mention of which was immediately followed by painful, almost hysteric laughter, an empty promise that got broken right in that second scientists found out that the world was dying, they were dying, Soyeon and Jiyeon, and would not live through this month.
And Soyeon knew that when she typed the number in her phone (gaining success only after a couple of attempts as she kept messing up due to the trembling of her hands) and called Jiyeon, asking her if she wanted to hang out, as if it could be the beginning of a relationship that would lead somewhere but no, that was only illusion, how could two people be together if they had to be separated in less than a month?
And yet.
Jiyeon eagerly agreed and in an hour they were already sipping hot, steaming coffee together in the nearest café and just in three hours they were in Soyeon’s apartment, lips connected, clothes half-taken off and for that night, they both let themselves forget that perhaps it was the last day, perhaps they wouldn’t have to face the typical awkwardness of a one-night stand tomorrow because there would be no tomorrow.
A week has passed since that day but they were still (or rather, again) lying in that bed together, arms wrapped around and holding onto each other as if they could be separated in the next minute, second.
“Tomorrow’s the day,” Jiyeon mutters quietly on the eighth day and Soyeon pulls her closer, her lips pressing against the younger’s forehead.
“I know. Do you really have to remind me?”
“Just thought I would, in case you wanted to do something more memorable on our last day together.”
“Is being with me not memorable enough for you?”
“Come on, Soyeon,” Jiyeon rolls her eyes and moves a bit away to look at the other, “we still have a few hours to get to that phase we’re in right now. Literally holding on to me tightly won’t change our fate.”
“I don’t believe in fate,” Soyeon murmurs, somewhat grumpily and Jiyeon has to crack a laughter.
“Then believe me when I say that we can have fun without wasting the little time we have for each other and get out of the bed.”
Jiyeon pulls away and stands up, her hand reaching for Soyeon’s. The older hesitates only for a second before taking it and following the younger into the living room where she digs a little bit around in a medium-sized box next to the DVD player and Soyeon watches every movement of hers attentively and carefully. Jiyeon pulls out a CD and the older has to take only a short glance at the cover to know that it’s an album, their album, filled with songs they listened to in the past seven days and Soyeon smiles, stepping behind the short-haired.
The music turns on and Jiyeon twists around, her eyes immediately meeting Soyeon’s and they both chuckle, arms snaking around each other and they take a few steps away to have more space. Jiyeon rests her chin on Soyeon’s shoulder and they start to dance, slowly, not really to the rhythm of the song but their own heartbeat, something that’s more beautiful than the melody itself, something they’ll no longer hear when this day ends.
Soyeon presses a soft kiss into Jiyeon’s hair that makes the younger lift her head, and the older is suddenly intimidated by the sight of blurry eyes-tears, but she silently admires how she could hold them back for so long and she smiles wholeheartedly, genuinely, without forcing it. She slides her hands on Jiyeon’s waist and leans in, her lips barely touching the other’s ear and she kisses it softly before whispering.
“’Cause I was born to tell you I love you’”, she sings along to the song quietly, placing another kiss on Jiyeon’s ears and she feels the younger’s embrace tightening.
“’And I am torn to do what I have to, to make you mine’”, and Soyeon’s vision starts to cloud too, Jiyeon’s body to shake and she swallows.
“’Stay with me’”, she finishes and now they’re both crying, tears streaming down their faces uncontrollably and Jiyeon pulls away to kiss her, the love of her life, screaming the words “I love you” and “I’ll stay with you forever” between each of their kisses and when Soyeon closes her eyes, she almost believes them.