the minnow and the trout
the minnow and the trout
1290 w, pg-13 (jooyeon/g.o)
people drift apart, but some find each other again.
yeah, i really do miss my otp. this was written spontaneously with no basis, what so ever, i promise you that much. yeah, i did quote 500 days of summer though, but byunghee knows he. i could really use more jooyeon/g.o in my life, it would be nice ): someone please write some. it'll make me happy and other g.oyeon shippers happy too!
I.
The gravel underneath her toes could easily cut the skin on the bottom of her feet. She tries to interchange the pressure and weight on each foot occasionally while her fingers clumsily pull down on her black, lace dress. She has the shoes to match hanging by their straps on her bony wrist. Jooyeon figures she must look like a prostitute or something, standing on the sidewalk with no where to go. Really, honestly, no where to go. It must be the overly red lipstick smeared on her face, so she quickly tries to wipe it off against the back of her hand. That, everyone, is when a silver volvo pulls up right beside her. When the window draws down with an awkward pause, Jooyeon clutches the pepper spray inside her bag hanging from her shoulder.
"Drive away, pervert!" She warns quickly, whipping her form of a lethal weapon out.
Byunghee, clearly, looks unamused.
"Jooyeon, just get in the car," The irritation in his voice is obvious. Like a-whistle-in-the-midst-of-silence kind of obvious. Jooyeon frowns before she obliges and stumbles in.
The car is clean like it normally is. Byunghee likes cleaning, she thinks to herself. She maneuvers a way to prop her feet up on the dashboard without flashing him. She wiggles her silver painted toe nails before wiping the red stain from her lipstick on her hand against the velvet, and or, leather seat. Jooyeon isn't really sure what kind of material the seat is made out of, but she could honestly not care less.
"Why were you standing on a street corner?"
"Why were you driving by a street corner?" Jooyeon retorts with a small frown.
He decides not to reply to that, knowing it will only draw an answer out of her. Surprisingly, she lasts longer in the silence then he expected.
"I'm running away," Is what she says before coughing into the little space on the other side of her elbow. The cough is ineffectual in deflecting Byunghee's look of stupidity towards her, but it makes it less awkward. Less cold, almost, and a little more familiar. Familiarity is something they lack now a days, but the silence is common. It's inviting almost, wisps of the nostalgic notions floating around in the dainty air. Jooyeon tries to make her lungs explode, implode, and maybe her coughing could swallow the silence up with one heave, and they could (would) be okay again. That doesn't happen.
Byunghee drops her off in front of her apartment, frowning. "Don't try and run away again. Please," He pleads helplessly. Maybe he would have, should have asked her to just stay put in one place for his own (heart's) sake, but that doesn't happen either.
Jooyeon only nods and walks up the stone stairs. For some reason, this smooth surface seems to hurt more than the gravel of the sidewalk did.
II.
There's nothing particularly special about this night, but Jooyeon knows something is going to happen. She clarified with her other members that that was her only talent: a sixth sense (of some sort, kind of.) This night, her striped sweater seems unusually big and not comfortable. She is pulling on the collar in efforts to stretch it out and, ironically, she makes a hole. Barely observable by the naked eye; but by her weird sixth sense it is magnified. Jooyeon uses her hair as a curtain to cover it.
"Your hair is growing," Is all Byunghee says with his eyes focused on the road. She looks in the rear view mirror before blinking a few times and nodding.
Jooyeon pulls down at the ends lamely, seeing them barely pass down the toll of her shoulder. Byunghee is close enough that he can see the split ends caused by countless amounts of straightening and curling, probably like her company has done to her personality. He tries to make this easier and less painful on both of them when he makes a sharp right, about to drop her off at their dorm at the next left, but he just makes another right. And another right. And a left somewhere along the way, but they're pretty far off right now. She smiles.
"The last time I saw you, your hair was still at your chin," Byunghee yells confidently over the sound of Cheolyong's oh yeah rap with an impish grin. Jooyeon laughs with some delight, sticking her hand out the little crack of the window. Outside, the air seems sweet and delicate, and she hopes that atmosphere finds itself in the car sometime soon - maybe like before.
"Hey, Byunghee?"
"Yeah?"
"I miss you, you know." I miss us.
Noticeably, he speeds up. "Yeah, I miss us too."
III.
"Do you remember that one time Seungho got so drunk, he thought I was Soyeon?" Jooyeon manages to say through peels of laughter. Byunghee chuckles after he decides it was kind of funny, after he challenged the kid to a fight because of his nonsensical actions. They have a lot of do you remember-s after that, a lot of moments they remember but don't really have anymore. After awhile, Jooyeon slides down and curls herself and their memories into a ball. He takes another left, the sixth one away from the apartment, and the air feels a little bit heavier. She blasts the air conditioner, even if she is cold.
"What happened to us?" Jooyeon musters up the courage to ask, unceremoniously harboring a light, baby cough. It insists that something did happen, and they just don't know what. She knows Byunghee doesn't know, and she knows she doesn't either; but something would be nice. Though maybe a word just wouldn't be able to fit it.
"What always happen I guess," Byunghee mutters to himself and her.
"Life."
Jooyeon nods and licks her lips, the aftertaste of regret seemingly lingering on them after asking that question. She just laughs and laughs until it doesn't hurt anymore, and she decides she's okay until he's okay when he starts laughing too.
"I swear, you stole that quote from an American movie, punk."
"You don't understand english."
"Bekah quotes it all the time though!"
"Touche."
Jooyeon would have liked to punch him, pinch his cheek - but they weren't there yet. Close, but not there. He keeps his eyes on the road and his hands on the wheel. Sometimes, Jooyeon can see his fingers twitch.
"So, about you trying to run away - "
"Yeah, trying to run away in stilletos: not a good idea."
"I think even I knew that. But why were you trying to do that?" Byunghee falters in being nonchalant and discreet. He figures there was really no other way to do it, anyways.
"Well, why wouldn't I?" Jooyeon shoots back, coolly. There's no real reason, really, but, "Maybe I was just hoping you'd find me. You know?" She answers cheekily, literally tongue in cheek, with a smile flourishing on his face.
"How could you be so sure I would?" Byunghee asks.
"Sixth sense, remember?"
/
( "What are we doing here?" Jooyeon mumbles around a yawn. Byunghee shrugs his splintered shoulders, rubbing away at the sand collecting in his tear ducts. The beach beneath them feels warm.
"I don't know, but if you were to run away - wouldn't you want to come here?" He mutters with a sigh, looking at her.
"You're just trying to charm me, aren't you?"
"False. You wish."
"You're cute," Jooyeon points out sagely before her knuckles connect with his forearm.
"You could have just kissed me with your lips, not your fist," Byunghee complains smugly.
Jooyeon only punches him again. They're getting back to where they were, except this time, maybe, it'll be better. )
1290 w, pg-13 (jooyeon/g.o)
people drift apart, but some find each other again.
yeah, i really do miss my otp. this was written spontaneously with no basis, what so ever, i promise you that much. yeah, i did quote 500 days of summer though, but byunghee knows he. i could really use more jooyeon/g.o in my life, it would be nice ): someone please write some. it'll make me happy and other g.oyeon shippers happy too!
I.
The gravel underneath her toes could easily cut the skin on the bottom of her feet. She tries to interchange the pressure and weight on each foot occasionally while her fingers clumsily pull down on her black, lace dress. She has the shoes to match hanging by their straps on her bony wrist. Jooyeon figures she must look like a prostitute or something, standing on the sidewalk with no where to go. Really, honestly, no where to go. It must be the overly red lipstick smeared on her face, so she quickly tries to wipe it off against the back of her hand. That, everyone, is when a silver volvo pulls up right beside her. When the window draws down with an awkward pause, Jooyeon clutches the pepper spray inside her bag hanging from her shoulder.
"Drive away, pervert!" She warns quickly, whipping her form of a lethal weapon out.
Byunghee, clearly, looks unamused.
"Jooyeon, just get in the car," The irritation in his voice is obvious. Like a-whistle-in-the-midst-of-silence kind of obvious. Jooyeon frowns before she obliges and stumbles in.
The car is clean like it normally is. Byunghee likes cleaning, she thinks to herself. She maneuvers a way to prop her feet up on the dashboard without flashing him. She wiggles her silver painted toe nails before wiping the red stain from her lipstick on her hand against the velvet, and or, leather seat. Jooyeon isn't really sure what kind of material the seat is made out of, but she could honestly not care less.
"Why were you standing on a street corner?"
"Why were you driving by a street corner?" Jooyeon retorts with a small frown.
He decides not to reply to that, knowing it will only draw an answer out of her. Surprisingly, she lasts longer in the silence then he expected.
"I'm running away," Is what she says before coughing into the little space on the other side of her elbow. The cough is ineffectual in deflecting Byunghee's look of stupidity towards her, but it makes it less awkward. Less cold, almost, and a little more familiar. Familiarity is something they lack now a days, but the silence is common. It's inviting almost, wisps of the nostalgic notions floating around in the dainty air. Jooyeon tries to make her lungs explode, implode, and maybe her coughing could swallow the silence up with one heave, and they could (would) be okay again. That doesn't happen.
Byunghee drops her off in front of her apartment, frowning. "Don't try and run away again. Please," He pleads helplessly. Maybe he would have, should have asked her to just stay put in one place for his own (heart's) sake, but that doesn't happen either.
Jooyeon only nods and walks up the stone stairs. For some reason, this smooth surface seems to hurt more than the gravel of the sidewalk did.
II.
There's nothing particularly special about this night, but Jooyeon knows something is going to happen. She clarified with her other members that that was her only talent: a sixth sense (of some sort, kind of.) This night, her striped sweater seems unusually big and not comfortable. She is pulling on the collar in efforts to stretch it out and, ironically, she makes a hole. Barely observable by the naked eye; but by her weird sixth sense it is magnified. Jooyeon uses her hair as a curtain to cover it.
"Your hair is growing," Is all Byunghee says with his eyes focused on the road. She looks in the rear view mirror before blinking a few times and nodding.
Jooyeon pulls down at the ends lamely, seeing them barely pass down the toll of her shoulder. Byunghee is close enough that he can see the split ends caused by countless amounts of straightening and curling, probably like her company has done to her personality. He tries to make this easier and less painful on both of them when he makes a sharp right, about to drop her off at their dorm at the next left, but he just makes another right. And another right. And a left somewhere along the way, but they're pretty far off right now. She smiles.
"The last time I saw you, your hair was still at your chin," Byunghee yells confidently over the sound of Cheolyong's oh yeah rap with an impish grin. Jooyeon laughs with some delight, sticking her hand out the little crack of the window. Outside, the air seems sweet and delicate, and she hopes that atmosphere finds itself in the car sometime soon - maybe like before.
"Hey, Byunghee?"
"Yeah?"
"I miss you, you know." I miss us.
Noticeably, he speeds up. "Yeah, I miss us too."
III.
"Do you remember that one time Seungho got so drunk, he thought I was Soyeon?" Jooyeon manages to say through peels of laughter. Byunghee chuckles after he decides it was kind of funny, after he challenged the kid to a fight because of his nonsensical actions. They have a lot of do you remember-s after that, a lot of moments they remember but don't really have anymore. After awhile, Jooyeon slides down and curls herself and their memories into a ball. He takes another left, the sixth one away from the apartment, and the air feels a little bit heavier. She blasts the air conditioner, even if she is cold.
"What happened to us?" Jooyeon musters up the courage to ask, unceremoniously harboring a light, baby cough. It insists that something did happen, and they just don't know what. She knows Byunghee doesn't know, and she knows she doesn't either; but something would be nice. Though maybe a word just wouldn't be able to fit it.
"What always happen I guess," Byunghee mutters to himself and her.
"Life."
Jooyeon nods and licks her lips, the aftertaste of regret seemingly lingering on them after asking that question. She just laughs and laughs until it doesn't hurt anymore, and she decides she's okay until he's okay when he starts laughing too.
"I swear, you stole that quote from an American movie, punk."
"You don't understand english."
"Bekah quotes it all the time though!"
"Touche."
Jooyeon would have liked to punch him, pinch his cheek - but they weren't there yet. Close, but not there. He keeps his eyes on the road and his hands on the wheel. Sometimes, Jooyeon can see his fingers twitch.
"So, about you trying to run away - "
"Yeah, trying to run away in stilletos: not a good idea."
"I think even I knew that. But why were you trying to do that?" Byunghee falters in being nonchalant and discreet. He figures there was really no other way to do it, anyways.
"Well, why wouldn't I?" Jooyeon shoots back, coolly. There's no real reason, really, but, "Maybe I was just hoping you'd find me. You know?" She answers cheekily, literally tongue in cheek, with a smile flourishing on his face.
"How could you be so sure I would?" Byunghee asks.
"Sixth sense, remember?"
/
( "What are we doing here?" Jooyeon mumbles around a yawn. Byunghee shrugs his splintered shoulders, rubbing away at the sand collecting in his tear ducts. The beach beneath them feels warm.
"I don't know, but if you were to run away - wouldn't you want to come here?" He mutters with a sigh, looking at her.
"You're just trying to charm me, aren't you?"
"False. You wish."
"You're cute," Jooyeon points out sagely before her knuckles connect with his forearm.
"You could have just kissed me with your lips, not your fist," Byunghee complains smugly.
Jooyeon only punches him again. They're getting back to where they were, except this time, maybe, it'll be better. )