Reason Epilogue
Title: Reason Epilogue
Author: limnological
Rating: PG
Pairing: YoonYul
Description: AU, painters!YoonYul
Epilogue
The sun shines down upon her while the breeze picks up gently. The heat doesn’t bother her so much since her navy blue hat is blocking the sun’s rays from her face. She immerses herself in the painting, drawing a landscape of her home country, a memory from her childhood.
“Yoona.”
Yoona stills her hand, turning to look at the direction of the voice. She smiles at the appearance of an elderly woman.
“Good afternoon, Mrs. Jang.”
Mrs. Jang smiles at her. “Good afternoon. I’ve brought you some refreshments.” She sets a plate of cookies and a glass of milk down next to Yoona on the table.
“You’re such a hard worker.”
Yoona just smiles at her.
“Thank you.”
“It’s very beautiful.”
“Thank you. It’s my hometown.”
The elderly woman smiles softly. “I’m sure you miss it.”
“I do.”
But that isn’t all she misses.
--
She is still painting in the same spot, finishing up the painting while the sun begins to set. The wind kicks up a strong breeze and Yoona’s hat flies off her head. A gasp emits from her mouth and Yoona drops her tools to chase after it. Luckily for her, an elderly man picks it up before it’s able to escape any further. Yoona runs up to him.
“Thank you Mr. Jang.”
“You’re welcome. Judging from all the days you’ve worn this hat, you seem to really love it. I’m sure you would have been sad if it flew away too far.”
Yoona smiles as she slips the hat back onto its original place.
“It’s a very precious gift from a precious person.”
--
Yuri stares at the blank canvas before her, envisioning what she wants to paint.
“Do you ever breathe out of this room?”
Yuri jumps up slightly, and then turns around to face her blonde haired friend.
“Jessica! What are you doing here?”
“Visitation and invitation.”
“You say that like I’m a prisoner.”
“Practically are, seeing how you never seem to leave this room. Seohyun ratted you out.”
Yuri just laughs as Jessica holds out a white envelope to her.
“Ah, you and Tiffany finally picked out a date for the wedding?”
Jessica nods her head and then eyes the crochet bag slung over Yuri’s shoulder.
“So when is your inspiration coming back?”
Yuri looks at her strangely.
“It’s been back, what are you talking about?”
“No, the living, walking, breathing one.”
“Oh.” Yuri laughs. “She’ll be back next week.”
“That’s good. She’ll be in time for the wedding. You won’t be dateless and guys won’t be hitting on you.”
Yuri just laughs at the comment. “They’ll still hit on me, regardless.”
“Oh you cocky, cocky girl.”
They both burst out laughing.
--
“Jonghyun wouldn’t stop singing and Onew just sat there eating chicken, and Taemin -“
Yoona just laughs into the phone as Key keeps complaining.
“Key.”
“Yes?”
“How have you been, really?”
“Good. How have you been?”
Yoona’s free hand runs over the handle on her luggage as she looks around her room.
“Good.”
“Paris treating you well?”
“Yup. I ate all the baguettes I could find.”
Key laughs.
“Typical. Do you miss me?”
“Uh huh.”
“Miss Taemin?”
“Of course. He’s our maknae.”
“Miss Yuri?”
Yoona glances at the navy blue hat on the bed-side table.
“Always.”
--
“Thank you for everything, Mr. and Mrs. Jang.”
The elderly couple hugs her individually.
“You have been wonderful, Yoona. We’re going to miss you.”
Yoona nods.
“I will miss you too.”
Mrs. Jang hugs her one more time.
“It’s a shame you don’t have any interest in my grandson. We would love to have you as a granddaughter-in-law.”
Yoona laughs softly.
“Thank you, but I have someone waiting for me back home.”
They believe her from the way her eyes shine and her smile radiates.
--
Their relationship was just as hard, if not harder, as Yuri had said it would be. There were days they fought, days they mistrusted, days they craved each other’s existence, but couldn’t have what they wanted. There were good days and many bad days.
But in the end, they pulled through, lasting long enough for Yoona’s return.
And it was so worth the wait.
Yoona doesn’t regret anything when she crashes into Yuri, almost knocking the older girl down in the airport terminal. She swears it’s the longest she’s ever hugged someone. She really does. And when they let go to head home, she frowns, but learns to cope as her hand intertwines with Yuri’s.
They don’t listen to the radio in the car; they only listen to each other’s voices as they catch up about life, work, and everything in between. As Yuri drives, it’s then that she learns Yoona has a tendency of caressing her thumb over her hand when they’re linked.
It’s cute in its own way because it’s like Yoona is making sure all of this is real - that she is physically right next to Yuri.
And Yoona figures it really isn’t a dream when Yuri’s touch burns her skin, when teeth and tongue mix with hers, when there’s a breathless repetition of “I love you” and “I missed you” whispered into her ear, when smooth legs intertwine around hers, and when she falls asleep in Yuri’s embrace.
--
Yoona wakes up to an empty bed and figures Yuri had something to do. She soon finds her way to the bathroom where she freshens up. When she’s done, she slips on one of Yuri’s v-necks and makes her way through the gallery to find something to eat in the kitchen. Her eye catches a new painting hung on the wall and Yoona stops to look at it.
It’s the painting she had claimed as her favorite from Yuri.
The beach painting is finished, but now, there are nine people instead of eight on the beach, holding hands. Yoona understands the message hidden within. Each silhouette represents a different person and each is an important individual in Yuri’s life. Yuri is also one of the silhouettes. Yoona finds it a little ironic that they were all women. Yoona’s led to come to this conclusion because the nameplate underneath the painting is titled Girls’ Generation.
When Yuri comes up from behind her, arms and a light jasmine scent engulfing her, Yoona leans back into her embrace comfortably.
“Good morning.”
Yoona’s arms come up to rest on Yuri’s.
“Morning. Where did you go?”
“Made us breakfast.”
Yoona grins at the gesture, but she feels bad.
“I could have helped.”
“Mhh, but I wanted you get some more sleep. The flight must have been tiring.” Yuri brings her head forward to rest on Yoona’s shoulder. “I see that you’re wearing my shirt.”
“I like your v-necks.”
“I like when you wear them.”
Yoona smiles and then looks back up at the painting.
“So when can I buy this piece from you?”
“You can’t buy it.”
“Huh? Why not? I basically requested it.”
Yoona pouts.
“You wouldn’t be able to afford it because it’s priceless.”
Yoona’s ears redden and she smiles as she understands the underlying meaning of that sentence. Kwon Yuri’s logic hasn’t changed.
“Now is that because of the subject matter or the client?”
Yuri’s soft laughter echoes into her ears. She kisses the right shell softly.
“Because of the client - because you’re priceless.”
Yoona’s whole face becomes red and her grin does the impossible.
It grows wider.
Yuri develops a specialty for making her smile more and wider for the rest of her life, leading the younger girl to develop her own set of smile lines, identical to Yuri’s.
--
It suddenly occurs to Yoona that it’s a bit strange that Key and Taemin were meeting Yuri for the first time today. She never did introduce them before. But she figures it doesn’t matter too much. She’s just glad her diva-like best friend and little brotherly-figure get along fine with Yuri.
--
The wedding invitation sits on the table, open with the names Jessica and Tiffany written eloquently. Yoona eyes the mirror, making sure her dress looks okay.
“How do I look?”
Yoona turns around for Yuri, showing her dress to her.
“Beautiful.”
“Are you sure? And will Tiffany be okay if I go? I mean I haven’t met her and I’ve only met Jessica once so -“
Yoona stops talking to chew on her bottom lip worriedly.
“It’s going to be fine. Your name is on the invitation, too.”
Yoona nods slowly, but she continues to bite her bottom lip. Yuri just chuckles and brings her right hand up under Yoona’s chin. The older girl’s thumb grazes against her bottom lip, stopping her from biting any further.
“Did you know you have a habit of biting your lip when you’re worried?”
Yoona just nods briefly.
“Well, we’ll have to fix that habit…” Yuri leans in for a kiss, nibbling gently on the bottom lip. “…because I want to be the only one biting them.”
Yoona never fixed the habit, solely because Yuri would reprimand her with a kiss every time.
--
“Hi, I’m Tiffany.”
“Hi, I’m Yoona.”
It’s a brief introduction shared since the brides had to continuously move around to keep the guests company. But Yoona doesn’t mind since Yuri asked her to dance after the introduction. They spin ever so slowly to the music, immersed in their own world.
“I didn’t know you could dance.”
Yuri laughs as she leads.
“There are a lot of things I can do that you don’t know. You just have to ask.”
Their foreheads connect.
“Well, I can’t wait to find out.”
It’s something Yoona looks forward to immensely because Yuri’s character never seems to stop surprising her.
--
“Ready?”
Yoona hums in response and holds out her hand to link with Yuri’s. Yoona grins cheekily as she spots her crochet bag hanging over Yuri’s shoulders. They leave the house and take a walk down the street, enjoying the weather. When Yuri suddenly lowers her body down, Yoona almost gets pulled down with her. She grins wider when Yuri picks up a penny and places it in the bag.
Eventually, Yuri saved up enough pennies to buy a wedding ring for Yoona.
Well, sorta.
She didn’t have the patience to wait too long, so she threw in a lot of her own money made from being an artist.
But Yoona didn’t seem to mind, judging from the way her eyes shined and her lips crashed onto Yuri’s after she squealed ‘Yes!’
--
Yuri believes there is a reason for everything. She believes because had she not fallen into a slump, she wouldn’t have met Yoona. And if she hadn’t met Yoona, her will to continue painting would have crumbled.
When she wanted to give up, Yoona gave her a reason to continue.
Naturally, Yoona became her reason to paint, to love, and to live. She became the reason for her smiles, tears, and laughter - her reason for everything.
Author: limnological
Rating: PG
Pairing: YoonYul
Description: AU, painters!YoonYul
Epilogue
The sun shines down upon her while the breeze picks up gently. The heat doesn’t bother her so much since her navy blue hat is blocking the sun’s rays from her face. She immerses herself in the painting, drawing a landscape of her home country, a memory from her childhood.
“Yoona.”
Yoona stills her hand, turning to look at the direction of the voice. She smiles at the appearance of an elderly woman.
“Good afternoon, Mrs. Jang.”
Mrs. Jang smiles at her. “Good afternoon. I’ve brought you some refreshments.” She sets a plate of cookies and a glass of milk down next to Yoona on the table.
“You’re such a hard worker.”
Yoona just smiles at her.
“Thank you.”
“It’s very beautiful.”
“Thank you. It’s my hometown.”
The elderly woman smiles softly. “I’m sure you miss it.”
“I do.”
But that isn’t all she misses.
--
She is still painting in the same spot, finishing up the painting while the sun begins to set. The wind kicks up a strong breeze and Yoona’s hat flies off her head. A gasp emits from her mouth and Yoona drops her tools to chase after it. Luckily for her, an elderly man picks it up before it’s able to escape any further. Yoona runs up to him.
“Thank you Mr. Jang.”
“You’re welcome. Judging from all the days you’ve worn this hat, you seem to really love it. I’m sure you would have been sad if it flew away too far.”
Yoona smiles as she slips the hat back onto its original place.
“It’s a very precious gift from a precious person.”
--
Yuri stares at the blank canvas before her, envisioning what she wants to paint.
“Do you ever breathe out of this room?”
Yuri jumps up slightly, and then turns around to face her blonde haired friend.
“Jessica! What are you doing here?”
“Visitation and invitation.”
“You say that like I’m a prisoner.”
“Practically are, seeing how you never seem to leave this room. Seohyun ratted you out.”
Yuri just laughs as Jessica holds out a white envelope to her.
“Ah, you and Tiffany finally picked out a date for the wedding?”
Jessica nods her head and then eyes the crochet bag slung over Yuri’s shoulder.
“So when is your inspiration coming back?”
Yuri looks at her strangely.
“It’s been back, what are you talking about?”
“No, the living, walking, breathing one.”
“Oh.” Yuri laughs. “She’ll be back next week.”
“That’s good. She’ll be in time for the wedding. You won’t be dateless and guys won’t be hitting on you.”
Yuri just laughs at the comment. “They’ll still hit on me, regardless.”
“Oh you cocky, cocky girl.”
They both burst out laughing.
--
“Jonghyun wouldn’t stop singing and Onew just sat there eating chicken, and Taemin -“
Yoona just laughs into the phone as Key keeps complaining.
“Key.”
“Yes?”
“How have you been, really?”
“Good. How have you been?”
Yoona’s free hand runs over the handle on her luggage as she looks around her room.
“Good.”
“Paris treating you well?”
“Yup. I ate all the baguettes I could find.”
Key laughs.
“Typical. Do you miss me?”
“Uh huh.”
“Miss Taemin?”
“Of course. He’s our maknae.”
“Miss Yuri?”
Yoona glances at the navy blue hat on the bed-side table.
“Always.”
--
“Thank you for everything, Mr. and Mrs. Jang.”
The elderly couple hugs her individually.
“You have been wonderful, Yoona. We’re going to miss you.”
Yoona nods.
“I will miss you too.”
Mrs. Jang hugs her one more time.
“It’s a shame you don’t have any interest in my grandson. We would love to have you as a granddaughter-in-law.”
Yoona laughs softly.
“Thank you, but I have someone waiting for me back home.”
They believe her from the way her eyes shine and her smile radiates.
--
Their relationship was just as hard, if not harder, as Yuri had said it would be. There were days they fought, days they mistrusted, days they craved each other’s existence, but couldn’t have what they wanted. There were good days and many bad days.
But in the end, they pulled through, lasting long enough for Yoona’s return.
And it was so worth the wait.
Yoona doesn’t regret anything when she crashes into Yuri, almost knocking the older girl down in the airport terminal. She swears it’s the longest she’s ever hugged someone. She really does. And when they let go to head home, she frowns, but learns to cope as her hand intertwines with Yuri’s.
They don’t listen to the radio in the car; they only listen to each other’s voices as they catch up about life, work, and everything in between. As Yuri drives, it’s then that she learns Yoona has a tendency of caressing her thumb over her hand when they’re linked.
It’s cute in its own way because it’s like Yoona is making sure all of this is real - that she is physically right next to Yuri.
And Yoona figures it really isn’t a dream when Yuri’s touch burns her skin, when teeth and tongue mix with hers, when there’s a breathless repetition of “I love you” and “I missed you” whispered into her ear, when smooth legs intertwine around hers, and when she falls asleep in Yuri’s embrace.
--
Yoona wakes up to an empty bed and figures Yuri had something to do. She soon finds her way to the bathroom where she freshens up. When she’s done, she slips on one of Yuri’s v-necks and makes her way through the gallery to find something to eat in the kitchen. Her eye catches a new painting hung on the wall and Yoona stops to look at it.
It’s the painting she had claimed as her favorite from Yuri.
The beach painting is finished, but now, there are nine people instead of eight on the beach, holding hands. Yoona understands the message hidden within. Each silhouette represents a different person and each is an important individual in Yuri’s life. Yuri is also one of the silhouettes. Yoona finds it a little ironic that they were all women. Yoona’s led to come to this conclusion because the nameplate underneath the painting is titled Girls’ Generation.
When Yuri comes up from behind her, arms and a light jasmine scent engulfing her, Yoona leans back into her embrace comfortably.
“Good morning.”
Yoona’s arms come up to rest on Yuri’s.
“Morning. Where did you go?”
“Made us breakfast.”
Yoona grins at the gesture, but she feels bad.
“I could have helped.”
“Mhh, but I wanted you get some more sleep. The flight must have been tiring.” Yuri brings her head forward to rest on Yoona’s shoulder. “I see that you’re wearing my shirt.”
“I like your v-necks.”
“I like when you wear them.”
Yoona smiles and then looks back up at the painting.
“So when can I buy this piece from you?”
“You can’t buy it.”
“Huh? Why not? I basically requested it.”
Yoona pouts.
“You wouldn’t be able to afford it because it’s priceless.”
Yoona’s ears redden and she smiles as she understands the underlying meaning of that sentence. Kwon Yuri’s logic hasn’t changed.
“Now is that because of the subject matter or the client?”
Yuri’s soft laughter echoes into her ears. She kisses the right shell softly.
“Because of the client - because you’re priceless.”
Yoona’s whole face becomes red and her grin does the impossible.
It grows wider.
Yuri develops a specialty for making her smile more and wider for the rest of her life, leading the younger girl to develop her own set of smile lines, identical to Yuri’s.
--
It suddenly occurs to Yoona that it’s a bit strange that Key and Taemin were meeting Yuri for the first time today. She never did introduce them before. But she figures it doesn’t matter too much. She’s just glad her diva-like best friend and little brotherly-figure get along fine with Yuri.
--
The wedding invitation sits on the table, open with the names Jessica and Tiffany written eloquently. Yoona eyes the mirror, making sure her dress looks okay.
“How do I look?”
Yoona turns around for Yuri, showing her dress to her.
“Beautiful.”
“Are you sure? And will Tiffany be okay if I go? I mean I haven’t met her and I’ve only met Jessica once so -“
Yoona stops talking to chew on her bottom lip worriedly.
“It’s going to be fine. Your name is on the invitation, too.”
Yoona nods slowly, but she continues to bite her bottom lip. Yuri just chuckles and brings her right hand up under Yoona’s chin. The older girl’s thumb grazes against her bottom lip, stopping her from biting any further.
“Did you know you have a habit of biting your lip when you’re worried?”
Yoona just nods briefly.
“Well, we’ll have to fix that habit…” Yuri leans in for a kiss, nibbling gently on the bottom lip. “…because I want to be the only one biting them.”
Yoona never fixed the habit, solely because Yuri would reprimand her with a kiss every time.
--
“Hi, I’m Tiffany.”
“Hi, I’m Yoona.”
It’s a brief introduction shared since the brides had to continuously move around to keep the guests company. But Yoona doesn’t mind since Yuri asked her to dance after the introduction. They spin ever so slowly to the music, immersed in their own world.
“I didn’t know you could dance.”
Yuri laughs as she leads.
“There are a lot of things I can do that you don’t know. You just have to ask.”
Their foreheads connect.
“Well, I can’t wait to find out.”
It’s something Yoona looks forward to immensely because Yuri’s character never seems to stop surprising her.
--
“Ready?”
Yoona hums in response and holds out her hand to link with Yuri’s. Yoona grins cheekily as she spots her crochet bag hanging over Yuri’s shoulders. They leave the house and take a walk down the street, enjoying the weather. When Yuri suddenly lowers her body down, Yoona almost gets pulled down with her. She grins wider when Yuri picks up a penny and places it in the bag.
Eventually, Yuri saved up enough pennies to buy a wedding ring for Yoona.
Well, sorta.
She didn’t have the patience to wait too long, so she threw in a lot of her own money made from being an artist.
But Yoona didn’t seem to mind, judging from the way her eyes shined and her lips crashed onto Yuri’s after she squealed ‘Yes!’
--
Yuri believes there is a reason for everything. She believes because had she not fallen into a slump, she wouldn’t have met Yoona. And if she hadn’t met Yoona, her will to continue painting would have crumbled.
When she wanted to give up, Yoona gave her a reason to continue.
Naturally, Yoona became her reason to paint, to love, and to live. She became the reason for her smiles, tears, and laughter - her reason for everything.