nuguseyo2013 for indiesnopp
Title: Inside
Recipient: indiesnopp
Group & Pairing: Brown Eyed Girls, Gain/Miryo
Rating: PG
Warnings (if necessary): N/A
Summary: When it comes to Miryo, Gain hears what others don’t.
The waiting room bustles with the chitter and chatter of anticipation, the anxiety a steady buzz thrumming through the air. Stylists, coordinators, and managers walk, sit, and talk; a constant state of motion with hands that hunger for something to do.
A cameraman visits with his crew faithfully behind, if only for a minute, to shoot backstage footage and leaves just as quickly, hellos and goodbyes swallowed in the same breath, readied to be vomited again, this time for the sparkling constellations next door.
A clock ticks away from above the mirrors, each beat chipping away at the hour, each flick of the hand taking them closer and closer to their performance.
For all of the time they had spent practicing to stay afloat in this industry, singing or rapping until their spit ran dry and their tongues collected dust, more and more time seemed dedicated to waiting. Waiting to perform, waiting to speak, waiting to be loved, waiting to be trusted, waiting to finally have a taste of that success they strive for.
Gain knows how easy it is for Mihye to block it all out; it’s the same as air for her, present but easily ignored.
But waiting leads to boredom and boredom leads to fidgety hands. Gain’s fidgety hands and Gain’s fidgety arms and legs and head and skin and if she could ever get away with it, lips.
Gain leans her head on Mihye’s shoulder, cheek burrowed in the crook of her neck, nose lightly tracing shapes on her jawline. Her hands play with Mihye’s, each finger teasing out the digits and joints before swirling around the palms, writing out I love you’s and do you love me too’s and whatever Gain thought at the moment.
It’s a different kind of noise, her affections and clinginess. Gain understands that just like the noise of the waiting room, it’d be easy for Mihye push it behind her and easier still to prevent any of it from leaking inside her veins.
From the start it’s always easier to think that Mihye doesn’t love her back.
Hyojin Unnie with the easily shed tears and big heart had given her blessings easily when they first announced they were dating. But amid the hopes and dreams is worry and anxiety because Gain seems to love too much and Mihye, far too little. Hyojin Unnie with the jokes and the laughter only expressed disbelief at first. She’d encountered many couples that denied dating; she’d never thought she’d had to ask a couple to prove the opposite. Couples did skinship and enjoyed that physicality. Mihye didn't seem to care at all.
Still as a doll, a wooden statue propped against the wall, Mihye watches the clock tick tick tick, her own brain tock tock tocking in sync. And Gain follows after that the steady rhythm, clinging on and hoping to never get lost.
Once, Mihye had asked her why. Why the touches and the love and the clinginess to someone who didn’t care to act the same?
Because that's what love is. It's doesn't have to make sense. What Gain didn't say was just how much attraction and want fills her chest whenever they form a physical connection.
Mihye’s skin reminds Gain of fire, a slow building heat that intensifies the longer you stick your hand in. The initial brush of hands against one another when walking down the hallway, the accidental slow waltz of fingers tangling under the table at radio recordings; it had been so easy for her to lose herself to the heat that spreads through her arms and sears her chest. And by the time Gain had realized the danger and that only idiots would willingly stick their hands in an open fire without thought, then it was already too late and Gain had already let that fire inside, setting her blood to a boil and charring her tender red heart to an ugly crisp.
Reciprocations from Mihye are small but treasured all the same and Gain has long learned to hear what no one else does when it comes to Mihye. A light touch at small of Gain’s back, the crossing of thumbs, the brushing of their cheeks in the smallest of nuzzles whenever Gain sleeps on Mihye’s shoulder; however small the action, the words always rang louder and the warmth they spread to Gain's cheeks and chest, that youthful nervousness, is all Gain needs to understand.
Gain feels Mihye move and for a moment she thinks she can feel lips on her forehead, the slightest caress. But it’s swallowed up easily in the transition of Mihye's mouth to her ear.
“Hey, it’s time to go.“
Gain lifts her head and smiles, her eyes crinkling at the edges. The fingers across Mihye’s wrist spell I love you in large fancy loops.
And as the two get off the couch and get ready to join the remaining two of the group, Mihye’s pinky hooking over Gain’s, says it right back.
I love you too.
Recipient: indiesnopp
Group & Pairing: Brown Eyed Girls, Gain/Miryo
Rating: PG
Warnings (if necessary): N/A
Summary: When it comes to Miryo, Gain hears what others don’t.
The waiting room bustles with the chitter and chatter of anticipation, the anxiety a steady buzz thrumming through the air. Stylists, coordinators, and managers walk, sit, and talk; a constant state of motion with hands that hunger for something to do.
A cameraman visits with his crew faithfully behind, if only for a minute, to shoot backstage footage and leaves just as quickly, hellos and goodbyes swallowed in the same breath, readied to be vomited again, this time for the sparkling constellations next door.
A clock ticks away from above the mirrors, each beat chipping away at the hour, each flick of the hand taking them closer and closer to their performance.
For all of the time they had spent practicing to stay afloat in this industry, singing or rapping until their spit ran dry and their tongues collected dust, more and more time seemed dedicated to waiting. Waiting to perform, waiting to speak, waiting to be loved, waiting to be trusted, waiting to finally have a taste of that success they strive for.
Gain knows how easy it is for Mihye to block it all out; it’s the same as air for her, present but easily ignored.
But waiting leads to boredom and boredom leads to fidgety hands. Gain’s fidgety hands and Gain’s fidgety arms and legs and head and skin and if she could ever get away with it, lips.
Gain leans her head on Mihye’s shoulder, cheek burrowed in the crook of her neck, nose lightly tracing shapes on her jawline. Her hands play with Mihye’s, each finger teasing out the digits and joints before swirling around the palms, writing out I love you’s and do you love me too’s and whatever Gain thought at the moment.
It’s a different kind of noise, her affections and clinginess. Gain understands that just like the noise of the waiting room, it’d be easy for Mihye push it behind her and easier still to prevent any of it from leaking inside her veins.
From the start it’s always easier to think that Mihye doesn’t love her back.
Hyojin Unnie with the easily shed tears and big heart had given her blessings easily when they first announced they were dating. But amid the hopes and dreams is worry and anxiety because Gain seems to love too much and Mihye, far too little. Hyojin Unnie with the jokes and the laughter only expressed disbelief at first. She’d encountered many couples that denied dating; she’d never thought she’d had to ask a couple to prove the opposite. Couples did skinship and enjoyed that physicality. Mihye didn't seem to care at all.
Still as a doll, a wooden statue propped against the wall, Mihye watches the clock tick tick tick, her own brain tock tock tocking in sync. And Gain follows after that the steady rhythm, clinging on and hoping to never get lost.
Once, Mihye had asked her why. Why the touches and the love and the clinginess to someone who didn’t care to act the same?
Because that's what love is. It's doesn't have to make sense. What Gain didn't say was just how much attraction and want fills her chest whenever they form a physical connection.
Mihye’s skin reminds Gain of fire, a slow building heat that intensifies the longer you stick your hand in. The initial brush of hands against one another when walking down the hallway, the accidental slow waltz of fingers tangling under the table at radio recordings; it had been so easy for her to lose herself to the heat that spreads through her arms and sears her chest. And by the time Gain had realized the danger and that only idiots would willingly stick their hands in an open fire without thought, then it was already too late and Gain had already let that fire inside, setting her blood to a boil and charring her tender red heart to an ugly crisp.
Reciprocations from Mihye are small but treasured all the same and Gain has long learned to hear what no one else does when it comes to Mihye. A light touch at small of Gain’s back, the crossing of thumbs, the brushing of their cheeks in the smallest of nuzzles whenever Gain sleeps on Mihye’s shoulder; however small the action, the words always rang louder and the warmth they spread to Gain's cheeks and chest, that youthful nervousness, is all Gain needs to understand.
Gain feels Mihye move and for a moment she thinks she can feel lips on her forehead, the slightest caress. But it’s swallowed up easily in the transition of Mihye's mouth to her ear.
“Hey, it’s time to go.“
Gain lifts her head and smiles, her eyes crinkling at the edges. The fingers across Mihye’s wrist spell I love you in large fancy loops.
And as the two get off the couch and get ready to join the remaining two of the group, Mihye’s pinky hooking over Gain’s, says it right back.
I love you too.