Valium
VALIUM;; G
one light valentine ^^
Onew is eighty-seven. Luna is eighty-three.
"Do you know where my reading glasses are? I can't find them." He scratches his head, fingers getting caught up in his plump wrinkle lines that he's so fond of because they give him character. He walks out to the balcony of the apartment, searching around the porch table, the lawn chairs, the three blankets hanging on a makeshift clothing line.
"Where'd you put them last?" He sort of hears Luna shouting from inside their place, her voice sweet even with a hint of a temper.
"I don't know, I didn't put them anywhere. They just disappeared!" Baffling, he looks around again but no cigar. She reappears before him, arms crossed and hostile and he's offended, oh, so offended at her silent accusations.
"It's true! They just vanished on their own!" He throws his aged arms up in the air for emphasis but Luna's laughing, her own mature wrinkles creasing with every shake, her eyes diminishing from clear view as she struggles to keep up.
"What is so funny about the truth?"
"Yah, stupid. They are on your shirt." And she walks up to him, taking the glasses folded off his chest on his frayed white shirt and places them on his face. He grins toothily at her, joining in the laughing, happy he can see how beautiful she is even with a head full of silvering hair.
The world is a brighter place.
"You do this every time."
"And every time I do it, it's just an excuse for me to bug you."
He squeezes her nose.
Onew is fifty-six. Luna is fifty-two.
"Your daughter lost her credit card this morning. She's irresponsible and careless."
"Yeah, well, your son almost burnt the house yesterday trying to make dinner. And you know what he was trying to cook? Ramen. Ramen! He really has no future as a cook. I wouldn't even trust him to be a busboy in a restaurant."
"Well, your daughter is just like you. Losing her socks, losing her wallet, losing her phone. I wouldn't be surprised if she accidentally leaves her keys in the fridge next."
Luna makes a little circle around the island in the kitchen, Onew watching and frowning from the side of the bar.
"Oh, wait- you already did that!"
He rolls his eyes, advancing forward to her, ready for the kill.
"Oh, please that was one time! Maybe you should teach your son how to cook.That is a life lesson that is way more valuable than needing to know where things are at all hours of the day." One step, two step and he's in front of her, peering down with intent and she's two seconds from caving, he knows it.
"He doesn't need to cook because I am going to follow him wherever he goes. That's what moms are for." She leans up on her toes, kissing him quick on the lips before he can, victory all hers. "Besides, no one is going to want to marry your daughter if she can't keep herself together."
Luna smiles and Onew sighs, bending down to return the favor with another sweet peck.
"Someone will. Someone was willing to pick up after me, you know." He walks away, still agile enough to have a little skip with each step as he looks back, fondly. "Besides, she's your daughter too!"
Victory. Luna leans on the island, defeated. She stares at the stove, pot full of cold, burnt ramen, soy sauce littered on the counter and wasabi smell still devouring the room, all waiting her to clean them up. Anything for Onew's son.
Onew is thirty-three. Luna is twenty-nine.
"If I could have had it my way, we would have gotten married differently Sunyoung-" He glances nervously around the corridor, quick, but the sweat is still formulating down his forehead and melting into his neck. She massages his pinched shoulders, eyes filled with warmth and understanding.
"Jinki oppa, I'm pretty sure I am supposed to be more nervous than you are. Besides, when the time is right, we'll have a beautiful ceremony with all our closest friends if that's what you want, but I just want to be with you. I'm happy, I promise-"
"I know, I know," he sweats convulsively now, "but you deserve the best. I wanted to marry you before I left for the army, I wanted the world to know we were together, I wanted you to know I was committed, I wanted everyone to know that I was madly, deeply, sorely in love with the mutli-talented and super famous singer, Park Luna!"
Luna tries not to giggle at the way Onew's voice rises and cracks; it's one of his cutest habits she adores. She takes his hands into hers instead, holding them close to her chest and with all her might.
"It doesn't matter who we are or how we get married, stupid. I just want to be with you, can't you see?" And she gives him the biggest smile she can muster, which isn't hard because she's in bliss and he reciprocates it, finally, finally breaking a couple of nerves.
"So you really want to do this? You really want to be with me for the rest of your entire life? A lifetime is an awfully long time, you know..."
"I do, but if you don't shut up I might change my mind."
He shows her the interior of his mouth and she sighs, signing her life to failure with this man. They enter the court room, arm in arm, smile in smile, heartbeat with heartbeat. Just before they get to the end of the aisle, Onew leans over and whispers cheekily,
"I forgot the ring at home."
Onew is twenty-seven. Luna is twenty-three.
"I won't forget you."
"You won't?" She peers up at him, vision blurry from the wetness of her tears, and even his consolation of letting her wipe her nose with his sleeve isn't making the pain any less bearable.
"I've got your picture ingrained in here," he points to his head with a strong finger, "and here." he lifts his boot off the ground, and she bends down confused, bending down far enough so she can see her picture taped to the bottom of his shoe. She stops crying, pushing him hard in the chest.
"You aren't funny. For goodness sakes, Jinki oppa, you just aren't funny and you never were."
"Then why are you with me? Because I'm good looking?" He cocks an eyebrow, and she sobs into his chest again, more miserable than when the day started.
"Hey, you're getting my outfit wet," he jokes but says it softly, petting her long black hair, embedding every single stroke and feel into his memory. He clears his throat, adam's apple throbbing up and down with each of his increasing nerves.
"You'll-you'll wait for me, right? I mean, you don't have to..." his voice trails off, his own tears dripping on the top of Luna's head.
"If you don't think I'll wait for you, you are more stupid than I ever realized," Luna stifles her sobbing for a moment. "Besides, if you think I'm with you for your looks we've got a lot more problems than that. This two year stint might be a good wake-up call for your ego."
They both laugh, but the tears never stop falling.
"Jealous I might cheat on you with a man?" He pulls her close, arms tensing behind her back, legs shaking with her weight, just the way he wants to remember it.
"Oh, please. No man would ever find you and your sense of humor attractive enough to sleep with you."
Onew is twenty-four. Luna is twenty.
"I don't know how to say it-let's see, I, hmmm," he takes a step back, wiping his palms on his pants, then taking another step back, almost tripping. "Sunyoung - I, I, me, Jinki, Onew, I - well, I, hmmm-"
"I like you too, stupid."
She leaps on him, arms around his neck, flailing as she pulls him into a long kiss. It's not their first, not even close to their second, but it's better than the others, sweet and meaningful and he inhales her smell, the linger of her lips, the soft tickling of her plump tongue, the intoxication of her breath pouring into his. When they pull away, they expertly look around out of habit, easing into joy when they know they are safe and he takes her into his arms and twirls her around gallantally, happy that's she's finally his.
"I've wanted to confess forever," he admits, blushing carelessly and she likes the way his gums creep a little with his deep smile.
"I was waiting forever."
They laugh some more and he twirls her and over and over in the open and empty room, but he suddenly puts her down and gets gravely serious, eyebrows furrowing.
"This can't get serious," he pulls back, mind working at warp speed. "I refuse to let you get hurt, I refuse to let anything bad happen to you. If anyone finds out-"
"They won't-"
"They could. I don't want to hurt you, I don't want anyone else to hurt you," he rushes back towards her, bending down on his knees so he can look up into her huge and golden eyes, and he buries himself into her chest romantically, clinging on. "I don't want you to fall so head over heels like I am for you that you can't imagine anything else."
"Oh, stupid." He refuses to let go, even when she's calling him her favorite insult of choice. She places those warm hands on his shoulders, humming a melodic tune, bright and cheerful just like her sunny disposition is most of the time when he sees her thinking someone else is watching her. But when she's her true self and lets her guard down, he knows her tunes are a tad more heartbreaking, a tad more real, a tad more for him. At least he hopes. He clings on to her harder, nose clashing against her bosom, hands clutching on to the small of her back, hair brushing the softness of her neck.
"I've already lost myself to you. It's too late to go back." She bends down on her own knees, and they hug, staying like that until their knees bruise to in insufferable degree, before someone catches them in the empty space.
Onew is sixteen. Luna is twelve.
"You sound like Christina Aguilera."
"Is that a bad thing, Jinki oppa?"
"I like Christina Aguilera. She has a nice voice." Luna smiles at the boy across the room, playing random notes on the opposing grand piano. "Plus, her name reminds me of Christmas."
"Oh." She waits Onew to crack a smile, laugh at his own joke, but he's deadpanned, eyes full of concentration on hitting the wrong keys on the piano. He hits several and her ears sting, so she counters back, strumming a full tune, some Chopin, waiting for him to get serious.
"Well aren't you a talented one? I'm surprised they haven't already debuted you as the next Boa."
She stops playing, eyes lighting up as she looks over again for some signs of genuineness.
"You think I'm as talented as Boa sunbaenim? Really, me?"
"Sure. I've got very good ears you know," He tucks his jet black hair behind his ears, motioning at them repeatedly. "and I've got good eyes too."
Luna tries hard not to blush, but it doesn't work as well as she hopes.
"I'm sure you're talented too, why don't you play something?"
"Of course." He cracks his fingers, rolls his neck and breathes pointedly before thrashing his fingers over the piano, playing worse than before. But his eyes are closed and he looks heavy in concentration, even with each blaring and hideous key stroke, so much that Luna questions herself again, trying to figure out if he's joking or not.
He finishes while she's still debating whether she's the punchline, and he looks up at her, waiting for a response. She tries to answer diplomatically.
"Was...was that an original? I've never heard of it."
"Yes, I've got my sheet music written in my notebook right here. I was following it." He motions towards his bench, a place where Luna can't see over her own grand piano and she nods, unsure. Onew looks around the room at the clock, getting up and heading towards the door.
"Ah, shoot. I'm late for my real rehearsal. See you around Sunyoung." He smiles at her for the first time and she smiles back, blushing a little, jumping up the instant the door closes, and runs to the other side of the room. She looks at his bench.
There's nothing there, and yet Luna feels her heart flutter for the first time.
one light valentine ^^
Onew is eighty-seven. Luna is eighty-three.
"Do you know where my reading glasses are? I can't find them." He scratches his head, fingers getting caught up in his plump wrinkle lines that he's so fond of because they give him character. He walks out to the balcony of the apartment, searching around the porch table, the lawn chairs, the three blankets hanging on a makeshift clothing line.
"Where'd you put them last?" He sort of hears Luna shouting from inside their place, her voice sweet even with a hint of a temper.
"I don't know, I didn't put them anywhere. They just disappeared!" Baffling, he looks around again but no cigar. She reappears before him, arms crossed and hostile and he's offended, oh, so offended at her silent accusations.
"It's true! They just vanished on their own!" He throws his aged arms up in the air for emphasis but Luna's laughing, her own mature wrinkles creasing with every shake, her eyes diminishing from clear view as she struggles to keep up.
"What is so funny about the truth?"
"Yah, stupid. They are on your shirt." And she walks up to him, taking the glasses folded off his chest on his frayed white shirt and places them on his face. He grins toothily at her, joining in the laughing, happy he can see how beautiful she is even with a head full of silvering hair.
The world is a brighter place.
"You do this every time."
"And every time I do it, it's just an excuse for me to bug you."
He squeezes her nose.
Onew is fifty-six. Luna is fifty-two.
"Your daughter lost her credit card this morning. She's irresponsible and careless."
"Yeah, well, your son almost burnt the house yesterday trying to make dinner. And you know what he was trying to cook? Ramen. Ramen! He really has no future as a cook. I wouldn't even trust him to be a busboy in a restaurant."
"Well, your daughter is just like you. Losing her socks, losing her wallet, losing her phone. I wouldn't be surprised if she accidentally leaves her keys in the fridge next."
Luna makes a little circle around the island in the kitchen, Onew watching and frowning from the side of the bar.
"Oh, wait- you already did that!"
He rolls his eyes, advancing forward to her, ready for the kill.
"Oh, please that was one time! Maybe you should teach your son how to cook.That is a life lesson that is way more valuable than needing to know where things are at all hours of the day." One step, two step and he's in front of her, peering down with intent and she's two seconds from caving, he knows it.
"He doesn't need to cook because I am going to follow him wherever he goes. That's what moms are for." She leans up on her toes, kissing him quick on the lips before he can, victory all hers. "Besides, no one is going to want to marry your daughter if she can't keep herself together."
Luna smiles and Onew sighs, bending down to return the favor with another sweet peck.
"Someone will. Someone was willing to pick up after me, you know." He walks away, still agile enough to have a little skip with each step as he looks back, fondly. "Besides, she's your daughter too!"
Victory. Luna leans on the island, defeated. She stares at the stove, pot full of cold, burnt ramen, soy sauce littered on the counter and wasabi smell still devouring the room, all waiting her to clean them up. Anything for Onew's son.
Onew is thirty-three. Luna is twenty-nine.
"If I could have had it my way, we would have gotten married differently Sunyoung-" He glances nervously around the corridor, quick, but the sweat is still formulating down his forehead and melting into his neck. She massages his pinched shoulders, eyes filled with warmth and understanding.
"Jinki oppa, I'm pretty sure I am supposed to be more nervous than you are. Besides, when the time is right, we'll have a beautiful ceremony with all our closest friends if that's what you want, but I just want to be with you. I'm happy, I promise-"
"I know, I know," he sweats convulsively now, "but you deserve the best. I wanted to marry you before I left for the army, I wanted the world to know we were together, I wanted you to know I was committed, I wanted everyone to know that I was madly, deeply, sorely in love with the mutli-talented and super famous singer, Park Luna!"
Luna tries not to giggle at the way Onew's voice rises and cracks; it's one of his cutest habits she adores. She takes his hands into hers instead, holding them close to her chest and with all her might.
"It doesn't matter who we are or how we get married, stupid. I just want to be with you, can't you see?" And she gives him the biggest smile she can muster, which isn't hard because she's in bliss and he reciprocates it, finally, finally breaking a couple of nerves.
"So you really want to do this? You really want to be with me for the rest of your entire life? A lifetime is an awfully long time, you know..."
"I do, but if you don't shut up I might change my mind."
He shows her the interior of his mouth and she sighs, signing her life to failure with this man. They enter the court room, arm in arm, smile in smile, heartbeat with heartbeat. Just before they get to the end of the aisle, Onew leans over and whispers cheekily,
"I forgot the ring at home."
Onew is twenty-seven. Luna is twenty-three.
"I won't forget you."
"You won't?" She peers up at him, vision blurry from the wetness of her tears, and even his consolation of letting her wipe her nose with his sleeve isn't making the pain any less bearable.
"I've got your picture ingrained in here," he points to his head with a strong finger, "and here." he lifts his boot off the ground, and she bends down confused, bending down far enough so she can see her picture taped to the bottom of his shoe. She stops crying, pushing him hard in the chest.
"You aren't funny. For goodness sakes, Jinki oppa, you just aren't funny and you never were."
"Then why are you with me? Because I'm good looking?" He cocks an eyebrow, and she sobs into his chest again, more miserable than when the day started.
"Hey, you're getting my outfit wet," he jokes but says it softly, petting her long black hair, embedding every single stroke and feel into his memory. He clears his throat, adam's apple throbbing up and down with each of his increasing nerves.
"You'll-you'll wait for me, right? I mean, you don't have to..." his voice trails off, his own tears dripping on the top of Luna's head.
"If you don't think I'll wait for you, you are more stupid than I ever realized," Luna stifles her sobbing for a moment. "Besides, if you think I'm with you for your looks we've got a lot more problems than that. This two year stint might be a good wake-up call for your ego."
They both laugh, but the tears never stop falling.
"Jealous I might cheat on you with a man?" He pulls her close, arms tensing behind her back, legs shaking with her weight, just the way he wants to remember it.
"Oh, please. No man would ever find you and your sense of humor attractive enough to sleep with you."
Onew is twenty-four. Luna is twenty.
"I don't know how to say it-let's see, I, hmmm," he takes a step back, wiping his palms on his pants, then taking another step back, almost tripping. "Sunyoung - I, I, me, Jinki, Onew, I - well, I, hmmm-"
"I like you too, stupid."
She leaps on him, arms around his neck, flailing as she pulls him into a long kiss. It's not their first, not even close to their second, but it's better than the others, sweet and meaningful and he inhales her smell, the linger of her lips, the soft tickling of her plump tongue, the intoxication of her breath pouring into his. When they pull away, they expertly look around out of habit, easing into joy when they know they are safe and he takes her into his arms and twirls her around gallantally, happy that's she's finally his.
"I've wanted to confess forever," he admits, blushing carelessly and she likes the way his gums creep a little with his deep smile.
"I was waiting forever."
They laugh some more and he twirls her and over and over in the open and empty room, but he suddenly puts her down and gets gravely serious, eyebrows furrowing.
"This can't get serious," he pulls back, mind working at warp speed. "I refuse to let you get hurt, I refuse to let anything bad happen to you. If anyone finds out-"
"They won't-"
"They could. I don't want to hurt you, I don't want anyone else to hurt you," he rushes back towards her, bending down on his knees so he can look up into her huge and golden eyes, and he buries himself into her chest romantically, clinging on. "I don't want you to fall so head over heels like I am for you that you can't imagine anything else."
"Oh, stupid." He refuses to let go, even when she's calling him her favorite insult of choice. She places those warm hands on his shoulders, humming a melodic tune, bright and cheerful just like her sunny disposition is most of the time when he sees her thinking someone else is watching her. But when she's her true self and lets her guard down, he knows her tunes are a tad more heartbreaking, a tad more real, a tad more for him. At least he hopes. He clings on to her harder, nose clashing against her bosom, hands clutching on to the small of her back, hair brushing the softness of her neck.
"I've already lost myself to you. It's too late to go back." She bends down on her own knees, and they hug, staying like that until their knees bruise to in insufferable degree, before someone catches them in the empty space.
Onew is sixteen. Luna is twelve.
"You sound like Christina Aguilera."
"Is that a bad thing, Jinki oppa?"
"I like Christina Aguilera. She has a nice voice." Luna smiles at the boy across the room, playing random notes on the opposing grand piano. "Plus, her name reminds me of Christmas."
"Oh." She waits Onew to crack a smile, laugh at his own joke, but he's deadpanned, eyes full of concentration on hitting the wrong keys on the piano. He hits several and her ears sting, so she counters back, strumming a full tune, some Chopin, waiting for him to get serious.
"Well aren't you a talented one? I'm surprised they haven't already debuted you as the next Boa."
She stops playing, eyes lighting up as she looks over again for some signs of genuineness.
"You think I'm as talented as Boa sunbaenim? Really, me?"
"Sure. I've got very good ears you know," He tucks his jet black hair behind his ears, motioning at them repeatedly. "and I've got good eyes too."
Luna tries hard not to blush, but it doesn't work as well as she hopes.
"I'm sure you're talented too, why don't you play something?"
"Of course." He cracks his fingers, rolls his neck and breathes pointedly before thrashing his fingers over the piano, playing worse than before. But his eyes are closed and he looks heavy in concentration, even with each blaring and hideous key stroke, so much that Luna questions herself again, trying to figure out if he's joking or not.
He finishes while she's still debating whether she's the punchline, and he looks up at her, waiting for a response. She tries to answer diplomatically.
"Was...was that an original? I've never heard of it."
"Yes, I've got my sheet music written in my notebook right here. I was following it." He motions towards his bench, a place where Luna can't see over her own grand piano and she nods, unsure. Onew looks around the room at the clock, getting up and heading towards the door.
"Ah, shoot. I'm late for my real rehearsal. See you around Sunyoung." He smiles at her for the first time and she smiles back, blushing a little, jumping up the instant the door closes, and runs to the other side of the room. She looks at his bench.
There's nothing there, and yet Luna feels her heart flutter for the first time.