Heart Shaped Teeth
HEART SHAPED TEETH;; PG
Eunjung steals a page from Alice and enters a rabbit hole. #bunnystyle
Normally, Eunjung would care that her bangs weren't tamed and were frizzing out in countless directions, unyielding by gravity, but today was different. The airport was eerily empty today with not a single person around. This was her fault admittedly because she was the one who had slept in and forced the other girls with no other choice but to leave her behind to catch a later flight and she had obliged without much choice. But to come later and find not a hint of a living soul at the airport on her own, was well to put it in one word, frightening.
She walked past the security checkpoint, briefly laughing at the metal detectors thrown on the floor as if the owners had disappeared mid scan, and made her way to the baggage claim. Like every quintessential romantic movie, the baggage claim was where it was at, where the magic happened, where the climatic scene of two warm bodies encouraging their love for each other grew into a happily ever after. But the package belt was still moving, loads of luggage being crammed at the end into a bulky mess of overflow with no one to pick up their belongings.
"What is going on?" Eunjung murmured to herself, flattening her loose hair like a bad habit when she saw something familiar among the hoards of luggage. It was practically glistening, an obtuse sign: that lone yellow suitcase against the black, rammed between an offensive carry on and a massive suitcase that was so heavy she wasn't sure how it made it through clearance. She struggled to get it out, using both hands and propping a leg against the belt's side to give it a healthy tug, and with a few pushes and shoves she finally got the yellow suitcase out and into her hands.
"Hyomin's!" she said with glee, because this was supposed to be Hyomin's suitcase, and the Hello Kitty nametag plastered with cutesy writing on the side was supposed to be a great indication of that. She wondered how she could open it up just to verify when the suitcase decided to simply make it easier for her and open up on its own accord. But there was nothing inside the suitcase, nothing at all to show it could have belonged to Hyomin. No bountiful of colorful scarves, care packages containing vitamins, no foreign musical dvds, not even a fashion book with pages bent to mark her favorites for the fall season. This yellow suitcase didn't belong to her lablelmate and comrade, it was merely an impostor and yet again Eunjung was scarily alone in this world, and time was reaching more than three hours since she had last shared breathing air with living things.
She was ready to slam the suitcase once more and chuck it back into the dump of black when something small hidden in the corner of it caught her eye. She hadn't seen it at first glance, mostly because Eunjung's prescription had changed recently and her doctor had recommended that she change glasses but Eunjung had defiantly and very cutely refused, "But doctor, I don't need new glasses, don't you think it's cuter when I wink on stage profusely anyway? People will think I'm doing it on purpose?" and so she examined the little belonging in the yellow suitcase. It was a small camera, minute if you will, so tiny it fit into the palm of Eunjung's hand and then some. She couldn't figure out where the power button was on, and how would anyone possible ever be able to take a picture on this monstrous entrapment?
All of a sudden a flash blinded her eyes because the tip of her pinky nail accidentally found the power button and pressed it: ON. She rubbed her eyes profusely, cursing herself for ever winking and not blinking and made a promise to change her prescription tomorrow. When her sight came to and she moved her hands from her face, she stood still in shock at the sight right in front of her. Six girls stood, all dressed in pink frills and coquettish tutus, their hair curled in tight delight.
"You're late, very late for our important date," Hyomin shook her head in disappointment. Eunjung noticed belatedly that she had a white tuft of cotton attached to the back of her skirt - in fact all of the girls had rabbit tails.
"Where have you guys been? I was all alone," Eunjung looked in her hand for the camera, some kind of reassurance that she hadn't made any of this up but the camera wasn't there any longer.
"You lost my camera?" Hyomin frowned and hopped a little in place. Soyeon and Qri were jumping around in the back, suddenly going through the pieces of black luggage looking for something else. Their own luggage, presumably.
"Was it yours?"
"Doesn't matter, we're late. Let's go." Hyomin grabbed Eunjung's hand and they left the baggage claim, following the other girls out. There were still no other people around in the airport, Eunjung observed with much hesitation and as they walked past the security claim, everything had been left just like it had been the first time she had been there.
"Where are we going? The planes are that way, aren't they?"
"We don't need an airplane to go where we are going, silly." Jiyeon laughed meanly from the back, her cute teeth looking strangely like hearts from the angle Eunjung was looking back at.
"Where are we going again?"
"Japan." Hyomin stated as if Eunjung should have known this from the beginning. And the truth was, somewhere deep down Eunjung did know exactly where they were going all along and how to get there in the first place and that none of this was inherently odd at all.
They were by the huge clock at Namsan Tower now, the one that was the poor man's Big Ben and the clock angrily shook when they scurried past. "Hurry up, we're going to be late!" Hyomin reminded Eunjung, grabbing her hand again and pushing her straight into the clock.
"But I don't understand, how are we doing this?"
"We're going to be late! Very late!"
On the other side of the clock was Japan. In Japan, Eunjung had a rabbit tail of her own on the outskirt of her pink tutu. She held hands with Hyomin as all of the girls made their way to their dinner party. It was a little windy outside, but there was a lot of people there, piles of them, all wearing yellow and not a single speck of black.
"Make a speech, Eunjung!" Jiyeon haughtily called from the end of the table. She was sitting like a queen and the large crown topping her head was encrusted in the gaudiest of jewels.
"Speech! Speech! Speech!" the crowd implored, and Eunjung cleared her throat to say something clever and biting but nothing came out.
"Oh dear, I forgot to mention. I borrowed your voice earlier when you had left us the first time. Drink the orange tea and your voice will come back all sparkly and tingly." Boram apologized, handing Eunjung over the giant glass of orange tea. It was a bottomless pit of a drink and Eunjung guiltily could not finish it if she tried. "You must drink it all for your voice to come back," Boram warned, waving a hand to support Eunjung and all her drinking endeavors.
"Drink."
Eunjung drank until the sun went down and came back up and all the other people had left growing tiresome of the turn of non events. She drank until the six others disappeared in their seats and she had mysteriously become a loner again.
"Where did everyone go?" she pondered when her voice finally came back after she finished the last drop. There was a message for her at the end of the glass, scrawled in big sloppy letters that she could only recognize as maknae Areum's high school writing. "Don't pee in your pants. Catch the next flight to Japan. XOXO."
And indeed when Eunjung woke up, her bed was of the warmest feelings. "I'm late," she cried snatching all her belongings after taking the hottest shower she could muster. "I'm late," she cried again when the only thing she could find to carry her belongings in was a mysterious yellow suitcase thrown at the bottom of her bed. "I'm late," she cried for the third time when she reached the airport and it was still empty with not a slight hint of another being to be around.
"I'm late." she whispered when she got on the airplane and it never took off.
Eunjung steals a page from Alice and enters a rabbit hole. #bunnystyle
Normally, Eunjung would care that her bangs weren't tamed and were frizzing out in countless directions, unyielding by gravity, but today was different. The airport was eerily empty today with not a single person around. This was her fault admittedly because she was the one who had slept in and forced the other girls with no other choice but to leave her behind to catch a later flight and she had obliged without much choice. But to come later and find not a hint of a living soul at the airport on her own, was well to put it in one word, frightening.
She walked past the security checkpoint, briefly laughing at the metal detectors thrown on the floor as if the owners had disappeared mid scan, and made her way to the baggage claim. Like every quintessential romantic movie, the baggage claim was where it was at, where the magic happened, where the climatic scene of two warm bodies encouraging their love for each other grew into a happily ever after. But the package belt was still moving, loads of luggage being crammed at the end into a bulky mess of overflow with no one to pick up their belongings.
"What is going on?" Eunjung murmured to herself, flattening her loose hair like a bad habit when she saw something familiar among the hoards of luggage. It was practically glistening, an obtuse sign: that lone yellow suitcase against the black, rammed between an offensive carry on and a massive suitcase that was so heavy she wasn't sure how it made it through clearance. She struggled to get it out, using both hands and propping a leg against the belt's side to give it a healthy tug, and with a few pushes and shoves she finally got the yellow suitcase out and into her hands.
"Hyomin's!" she said with glee, because this was supposed to be Hyomin's suitcase, and the Hello Kitty nametag plastered with cutesy writing on the side was supposed to be a great indication of that. She wondered how she could open it up just to verify when the suitcase decided to simply make it easier for her and open up on its own accord. But there was nothing inside the suitcase, nothing at all to show it could have belonged to Hyomin. No bountiful of colorful scarves, care packages containing vitamins, no foreign musical dvds, not even a fashion book with pages bent to mark her favorites for the fall season. This yellow suitcase didn't belong to her lablelmate and comrade, it was merely an impostor and yet again Eunjung was scarily alone in this world, and time was reaching more than three hours since she had last shared breathing air with living things.
She was ready to slam the suitcase once more and chuck it back into the dump of black when something small hidden in the corner of it caught her eye. She hadn't seen it at first glance, mostly because Eunjung's prescription had changed recently and her doctor had recommended that she change glasses but Eunjung had defiantly and very cutely refused, "But doctor, I don't need new glasses, don't you think it's cuter when I wink on stage profusely anyway? People will think I'm doing it on purpose?" and so she examined the little belonging in the yellow suitcase. It was a small camera, minute if you will, so tiny it fit into the palm of Eunjung's hand and then some. She couldn't figure out where the power button was on, and how would anyone possible ever be able to take a picture on this monstrous entrapment?
All of a sudden a flash blinded her eyes because the tip of her pinky nail accidentally found the power button and pressed it: ON. She rubbed her eyes profusely, cursing herself for ever winking and not blinking and made a promise to change her prescription tomorrow. When her sight came to and she moved her hands from her face, she stood still in shock at the sight right in front of her. Six girls stood, all dressed in pink frills and coquettish tutus, their hair curled in tight delight.
"You're late, very late for our important date," Hyomin shook her head in disappointment. Eunjung noticed belatedly that she had a white tuft of cotton attached to the back of her skirt - in fact all of the girls had rabbit tails.
"Where have you guys been? I was all alone," Eunjung looked in her hand for the camera, some kind of reassurance that she hadn't made any of this up but the camera wasn't there any longer.
"You lost my camera?" Hyomin frowned and hopped a little in place. Soyeon and Qri were jumping around in the back, suddenly going through the pieces of black luggage looking for something else. Their own luggage, presumably.
"Was it yours?"
"Doesn't matter, we're late. Let's go." Hyomin grabbed Eunjung's hand and they left the baggage claim, following the other girls out. There were still no other people around in the airport, Eunjung observed with much hesitation and as they walked past the security claim, everything had been left just like it had been the first time she had been there.
"Where are we going? The planes are that way, aren't they?"
"We don't need an airplane to go where we are going, silly." Jiyeon laughed meanly from the back, her cute teeth looking strangely like hearts from the angle Eunjung was looking back at.
"Where are we going again?"
"Japan." Hyomin stated as if Eunjung should have known this from the beginning. And the truth was, somewhere deep down Eunjung did know exactly where they were going all along and how to get there in the first place and that none of this was inherently odd at all.
They were by the huge clock at Namsan Tower now, the one that was the poor man's Big Ben and the clock angrily shook when they scurried past. "Hurry up, we're going to be late!" Hyomin reminded Eunjung, grabbing her hand again and pushing her straight into the clock.
"But I don't understand, how are we doing this?"
"We're going to be late! Very late!"
On the other side of the clock was Japan. In Japan, Eunjung had a rabbit tail of her own on the outskirt of her pink tutu. She held hands with Hyomin as all of the girls made their way to their dinner party. It was a little windy outside, but there was a lot of people there, piles of them, all wearing yellow and not a single speck of black.
"Make a speech, Eunjung!" Jiyeon haughtily called from the end of the table. She was sitting like a queen and the large crown topping her head was encrusted in the gaudiest of jewels.
"Speech! Speech! Speech!" the crowd implored, and Eunjung cleared her throat to say something clever and biting but nothing came out.
"Oh dear, I forgot to mention. I borrowed your voice earlier when you had left us the first time. Drink the orange tea and your voice will come back all sparkly and tingly." Boram apologized, handing Eunjung over the giant glass of orange tea. It was a bottomless pit of a drink and Eunjung guiltily could not finish it if she tried. "You must drink it all for your voice to come back," Boram warned, waving a hand to support Eunjung and all her drinking endeavors.
"Drink."
Eunjung drank until the sun went down and came back up and all the other people had left growing tiresome of the turn of non events. She drank until the six others disappeared in their seats and she had mysteriously become a loner again.
"Where did everyone go?" she pondered when her voice finally came back after she finished the last drop. There was a message for her at the end of the glass, scrawled in big sloppy letters that she could only recognize as maknae Areum's high school writing. "Don't pee in your pants. Catch the next flight to Japan. XOXO."
And indeed when Eunjung woke up, her bed was of the warmest feelings. "I'm late," she cried snatching all her belongings after taking the hottest shower she could muster. "I'm late," she cried again when the only thing she could find to carry her belongings in was a mysterious yellow suitcase thrown at the bottom of her bed. "I'm late," she cried for the third time when she reached the airport and it was still empty with not a slight hint of another being to be around.
"I'm late." she whispered when she got on the airplane and it never took off.