She Is Everywhere {Yesung/Ryeowook}
She Is Everywhere
“Relax, hyung. I told her she couldn’t be late.”
“O-Okay.”
“She’ll be there. She knows I can sense when she lies, and she wasn’t lying when she agreed.”
Jongwoon twisted his right hand around in his pocket, making sure the most important part of his mission was still there. God help him if it’d gone missing. What the hell would he do? “Okay,” and he was more assured this time. The balloon strings tugged on his wrist when the wind picked up. His hair blew into his eyes.
“Hope it goes well.”
“Yeah,” he breathed, tightening his hand around the silver band he needed most for this to go well. He hoped everything would. “Oh, and Kibum?”
“Hm?”
“Thanks.”
~
Day one: Kim Seowook had, and has pretty hair.
If Jongwoon had been a stalker, he would have written this down in the diary he didn’t have, he would’ve looked back at this entry and this one line and closed his eyes in pleasure as he thought of her, maybe his pupils would have dilated in glee as well.
But he wasn’t a stalker. Kim Seowook happened to be his close friends’ cousin, a cousin he spent all his childhood with. A cousin that Jongwoon saw on a semi-regular basis, and on occasion had normal and pleasant conversations with. The first time they met, he noticed she had pretty hair. It was a fact and an observation, and there hadn’t been much else after that.
Back then, it’d been longer than it is now, and she almost never kept it back, except with a headband-which he would learn later. These were things that Jongwoon didn’t have to write down in his nonexistent stalker journal, because they stuck in his memory anyway. He really wasn’t a stalker. Couldn’t be.
Jongwoon hadn’t gotten a chance to see her for another couple of months.
~
Day two (although a humid night in July, unlike before): Kim Seowook liked singing.
“I suck at it. She got all the talent,” said Kibum, over samgyupsal.
Seowook’s face lit up when she grinned and blushed.
Also day two: Kim Seowook has the best smile.
“Hyung likes to sing, too,” Kibum also added. Jongwoon noted that he never really liked to talk this much, even this was pushing the usual Kibum within twenty seconds word limit. He must have found this too important to leave in his brain, he must have needed to share it with his cousin.
A waiter suddenly changed the direction of the room’s fan, seeing how they were the only three left in the restaurant. Her hair drifted to the side and out of her face as she giggled. Jongwoon’s mouth felt dry.
Before they said goodbye, he got her number. They agreed to make plans. Singing plans.
~
Day three: Kim Seowook’s voice over the phone was perfect.
They’d only just seen each other at Kibum’s house, for dinner. And he’d felt the need to call her, to talk to her again.
She’d been nervous, like he was going to interrogate her. It’d been awkward, but Jongwoon didn’t want to hang up anyway. Something told him that she didn’t have any intention to, either. Maybe it was the way she made a point to fill little gaps of their silence with laughs that poked Jongwoon with butterflies in his stomach.
He wasn’t particularly partial to feeling this giddy about a girl anymore, not when he’d been starting to lose his faith in the female kind. But this was different. He didn’t mind this feeling for this girl, not really.
Seowook told him about her music school. She could get a practice room for them to sing in together. One of her books was filled with duets.
“Maybe we could use those?”
He pictured her swinging around in a swiveling chair, finger to her lips as she thought and partially worried that Jongwoon would say no.
“Sounds perfect,” he said, audibly killing any worries from her mind. “Just, uh, just tell me where to be.” Jongwoon had this urge to wink, but there was no one to wink at.
He listened and wrote down a day, a time, and an address, phone tucked between his shoulder and chin. There was no way he could stop smiling.
~
He’d contemplated bringing flowers. At least one. But in the end, he came with money in his pocket and excitement inside. The money was in case they decided to go for a meal together.
(Day four: Kim Seowook had the sweetest voice.
He could have listened for the whole day.)
Not bringing flowers felt like a mistake.
Damn.
~
He didn’t memorize everything. The important things came to him when they needed to, like the first time he noticed how she’d consistently wear this bracelet he decided on a whim to buy for her. Day 40.
The first time he bought flowers for her. Day 31. Their first date. Same day. Second date, day 38.
When she’d changed her hairstyle. Two cute buns, loosely arranged on either side of her head, day 124. And as she let it down one night during a movie on her couch, he’d noticed it was shorter, too.
Their first time-Jongwoon’s face turned pink just thinking about it. By all means it hadn’t been perfect, but by all means it had been special anyway. He felt like an idiot, smiling into nothing as he recalled. That’d been day 68. Jongwoon had been a patient boy, and that was one of the things she liked about him.
The days weren’t necessarily consecutive. They were only the days were the two of them were together, in Jongwoon’s head, because those mattered more than what followed strictly one after the other. But there’d come a time when their days together would automatically melt into day after day, one after the other.
After all, that’s what he’d bought the ring for on the 364th day.
“Don’t mess up.” Kibum teased.
That was when Jongwoon remembered the present, he was in the now, on what would be thought of as the full year, if only looking at the number of days they’d spent together.
He chuckled. “Thanks.”
They hung up. and Jongwoon turned swiftly to enter the building he’d been standing in front of this whole time. The kindergarten Seowook had been working for in their past few months as a ‘them’.
“Oppa!”
“Hyung!”
“Jongwoon-sshi,” said Sunny, Seowook’s coworker. They’d met before, and behind her was a group of children he’d definitely seen before when visiting Seowook at work. They seemed to remember him well enough, and to remember what day it was. That was good, he thought. They exchanged greetings, with little bows to accompany them.
“You guys are gonna distract her while I get ready, right?” he knelt down to grin at the child closest to him. Something in the back of his mind told Jongwoon that her name was Soon-mi. He patted her on the head as she and the other kids nodded. Sunny urged them all to let Jongwoon do what he needed to do and promised them that they could all talk to him later, when the deal was sealed between him and Seowook.
The auditorium was small, just like the last time he’d sat down in one of the wooden seats to watch Seowook’s class sing about peace and love. It’d been cute, even silent enigma Kibum emerged from his shell to take note of it and blab about what a great job his favorite cousin was doing. The area was familiar enough, and Jongwoon made sure to tie the balloons down securely.
He checked the clock on the wall. Almost time. But it was then that he heard all the delighted cries of his girl’s students. He nearly jumped at the sound. Even from far away, their noises seemed to bounce off these walls.
Or maybe Jongwoon’s nerves were simply heightening all his senses. He bit his lip and felt around in his pocket again. Ring: now securely in his palm. He reached for one of the balloons, the red one-the one he needed-and pulled it from the bunch.
Hands shaking only a bit, he tied the string around the band as quickly as he could.
Time moved too fast.
Her footsteps stopped at the door of the auditorium, and he immediately closed his hand around the ring as he felt her gaze on his shoulders, turning to face her. Seowook. She was smiling. And then she started to walk again.
Time moved too slowly. Maybe a decade passed, maybe a minute, maybe only a few seconds, but there she was, at his side after cutting through the seats.
Looking him in the eye, that’s what she was doing now. He almost forgot where he was, what he was doing and what he’d planned.
“What’s in your hand?”
Jongwoon took a deep breath, and smiled. He unclenched his anxious fist and held the ring with just two fingers, lifting it up to her eye level. Something exciting gripped his heart when those two brown orbs widened and took the ring into her own hand.
“What’s this for? Jongwoon-oppa-”
Before she could go on, he brought the balloon down between them, turning it so that the words would be right there in front of her. In his own handwriting, stylized with the use of a thick, black sharpie: Marry me?
Seowook’s arms were so tight around him that he forgot the rest. He probably put the ring on her finger, he probably kissed her, he probably hugged her back.
They were definitely happy.
--
um, pardon my cheesiness. i couldn't help myself, honestly /hides
“Relax, hyung. I told her she couldn’t be late.”
“O-Okay.”
“She’ll be there. She knows I can sense when she lies, and she wasn’t lying when she agreed.”
Jongwoon twisted his right hand around in his pocket, making sure the most important part of his mission was still there. God help him if it’d gone missing. What the hell would he do? “Okay,” and he was more assured this time. The balloon strings tugged on his wrist when the wind picked up. His hair blew into his eyes.
“Hope it goes well.”
“Yeah,” he breathed, tightening his hand around the silver band he needed most for this to go well. He hoped everything would. “Oh, and Kibum?”
“Hm?”
“Thanks.”
~
Day one: Kim Seowook had, and has pretty hair.
If Jongwoon had been a stalker, he would have written this down in the diary he didn’t have, he would’ve looked back at this entry and this one line and closed his eyes in pleasure as he thought of her, maybe his pupils would have dilated in glee as well.
But he wasn’t a stalker. Kim Seowook happened to be his close friends’ cousin, a cousin he spent all his childhood with. A cousin that Jongwoon saw on a semi-regular basis, and on occasion had normal and pleasant conversations with. The first time they met, he noticed she had pretty hair. It was a fact and an observation, and there hadn’t been much else after that.
Back then, it’d been longer than it is now, and she almost never kept it back, except with a headband-which he would learn later. These were things that Jongwoon didn’t have to write down in his nonexistent stalker journal, because they stuck in his memory anyway. He really wasn’t a stalker. Couldn’t be.
Jongwoon hadn’t gotten a chance to see her for another couple of months.
~
Day two (although a humid night in July, unlike before): Kim Seowook liked singing.
“I suck at it. She got all the talent,” said Kibum, over samgyupsal.
Seowook’s face lit up when she grinned and blushed.
Also day two: Kim Seowook has the best smile.
“Hyung likes to sing, too,” Kibum also added. Jongwoon noted that he never really liked to talk this much, even this was pushing the usual Kibum within twenty seconds word limit. He must have found this too important to leave in his brain, he must have needed to share it with his cousin.
A waiter suddenly changed the direction of the room’s fan, seeing how they were the only three left in the restaurant. Her hair drifted to the side and out of her face as she giggled. Jongwoon’s mouth felt dry.
Before they said goodbye, he got her number. They agreed to make plans. Singing plans.
~
Day three: Kim Seowook’s voice over the phone was perfect.
They’d only just seen each other at Kibum’s house, for dinner. And he’d felt the need to call her, to talk to her again.
She’d been nervous, like he was going to interrogate her. It’d been awkward, but Jongwoon didn’t want to hang up anyway. Something told him that she didn’t have any intention to, either. Maybe it was the way she made a point to fill little gaps of their silence with laughs that poked Jongwoon with butterflies in his stomach.
He wasn’t particularly partial to feeling this giddy about a girl anymore, not when he’d been starting to lose his faith in the female kind. But this was different. He didn’t mind this feeling for this girl, not really.
Seowook told him about her music school. She could get a practice room for them to sing in together. One of her books was filled with duets.
“Maybe we could use those?”
He pictured her swinging around in a swiveling chair, finger to her lips as she thought and partially worried that Jongwoon would say no.
“Sounds perfect,” he said, audibly killing any worries from her mind. “Just, uh, just tell me where to be.” Jongwoon had this urge to wink, but there was no one to wink at.
He listened and wrote down a day, a time, and an address, phone tucked between his shoulder and chin. There was no way he could stop smiling.
~
He’d contemplated bringing flowers. At least one. But in the end, he came with money in his pocket and excitement inside. The money was in case they decided to go for a meal together.
(Day four: Kim Seowook had the sweetest voice.
He could have listened for the whole day.)
Not bringing flowers felt like a mistake.
Damn.
~
He didn’t memorize everything. The important things came to him when they needed to, like the first time he noticed how she’d consistently wear this bracelet he decided on a whim to buy for her. Day 40.
The first time he bought flowers for her. Day 31. Their first date. Same day. Second date, day 38.
When she’d changed her hairstyle. Two cute buns, loosely arranged on either side of her head, day 124. And as she let it down one night during a movie on her couch, he’d noticed it was shorter, too.
Their first time-Jongwoon’s face turned pink just thinking about it. By all means it hadn’t been perfect, but by all means it had been special anyway. He felt like an idiot, smiling into nothing as he recalled. That’d been day 68. Jongwoon had been a patient boy, and that was one of the things she liked about him.
The days weren’t necessarily consecutive. They were only the days were the two of them were together, in Jongwoon’s head, because those mattered more than what followed strictly one after the other. But there’d come a time when their days together would automatically melt into day after day, one after the other.
After all, that’s what he’d bought the ring for on the 364th day.
“Don’t mess up.” Kibum teased.
That was when Jongwoon remembered the present, he was in the now, on what would be thought of as the full year, if only looking at the number of days they’d spent together.
He chuckled. “Thanks.”
They hung up. and Jongwoon turned swiftly to enter the building he’d been standing in front of this whole time. The kindergarten Seowook had been working for in their past few months as a ‘them’.
“Oppa!”
“Hyung!”
“Jongwoon-sshi,” said Sunny, Seowook’s coworker. They’d met before, and behind her was a group of children he’d definitely seen before when visiting Seowook at work. They seemed to remember him well enough, and to remember what day it was. That was good, he thought. They exchanged greetings, with little bows to accompany them.
“You guys are gonna distract her while I get ready, right?” he knelt down to grin at the child closest to him. Something in the back of his mind told Jongwoon that her name was Soon-mi. He patted her on the head as she and the other kids nodded. Sunny urged them all to let Jongwoon do what he needed to do and promised them that they could all talk to him later, when the deal was sealed between him and Seowook.
The auditorium was small, just like the last time he’d sat down in one of the wooden seats to watch Seowook’s class sing about peace and love. It’d been cute, even silent enigma Kibum emerged from his shell to take note of it and blab about what a great job his favorite cousin was doing. The area was familiar enough, and Jongwoon made sure to tie the balloons down securely.
He checked the clock on the wall. Almost time. But it was then that he heard all the delighted cries of his girl’s students. He nearly jumped at the sound. Even from far away, their noises seemed to bounce off these walls.
Or maybe Jongwoon’s nerves were simply heightening all his senses. He bit his lip and felt around in his pocket again. Ring: now securely in his palm. He reached for one of the balloons, the red one-the one he needed-and pulled it from the bunch.
Hands shaking only a bit, he tied the string around the band as quickly as he could.
Time moved too fast.
Her footsteps stopped at the door of the auditorium, and he immediately closed his hand around the ring as he felt her gaze on his shoulders, turning to face her. Seowook. She was smiling. And then she started to walk again.
Time moved too slowly. Maybe a decade passed, maybe a minute, maybe only a few seconds, but there she was, at his side after cutting through the seats.
Looking him in the eye, that’s what she was doing now. He almost forgot where he was, what he was doing and what he’d planned.
“What’s in your hand?”
Jongwoon took a deep breath, and smiled. He unclenched his anxious fist and held the ring with just two fingers, lifting it up to her eye level. Something exciting gripped his heart when those two brown orbs widened and took the ring into her own hand.
“What’s this for? Jongwoon-oppa-”
Before she could go on, he brought the balloon down between them, turning it so that the words would be right there in front of her. In his own handwriting, stylized with the use of a thick, black sharpie: Marry me?
Seowook’s arms were so tight around him that he forgot the rest. He probably put the ring on her finger, he probably kissed her, he probably hugged her back.
They were definitely happy.
--
um, pardon my cheesiness. i couldn't help myself, honestly /hides