don't miss me too much
don't miss me too much
ft: seungho/gyuri
900+w;pg
a/n: this fic is mostly written to torture our poor souls (kirakirashahida).
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Click.
Gyuri?
Can you
hear me?
--
Click.
Is this recording? Oh, it is. Say hi to the camcorder!
Hmm? (together) Hello~
(camera focuses on her) What are you doing?
I’m doing something that you should be doing but you’re too busy fooling around with the camcorder-
Yah! It’s nice to capture moments like this.
(smiles) I never said it’s not nice…
Okay, okay. I’ll play with this next time. What do you want me to help you with?
Click.
--
I know you think I spend too much time using this.
But,
this is the last time, ok?
I promise.
--
Click.
So…today’s weather is moderate. Not too hot, not too cold. Just perfect.
Oppa, are you talking to yourself again?
Obviously not, I’m recording the beautiful sky outside. (camera shifts) And now, I’m recording you!
(moves away) Noo, don’t.
(camera focuses on himself) So apparently, our Gyuri is camera shy today.
I’m still in my pajamas!
(camera shifts again) Our Gyuri is wearing a set of simple pajamas today. No cat cartoons all over it, no rainbow stripes…
Excuse me? I don’t have any pajamas like those!
Really? Let’s double check your wardrobe then.
(blocks his path) Oppa!
(laughs) Come on, it will be fun!
Fine, alright, go on, then.
…
What is it?
(kisses her suddenly before running away)
Yah!
Click.
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Time flies,
doesn’t it?
Too quickly, if you ask me.
--
Click.
(whispers) The Goddess is still asleep. See? (zooms in) She really looks like an angel when she’s asleep, doesn’t she?
Hmm? What?
She’s awake! Say hi to the camcorder!
(rubs eyes) What? Noooo, get that away from me! (pushes the camcorder away)
What? Why?
It’s too early in the morning, my face is bloated!
Really? You still look beautiful though.
(groans) No!
Yes!
Oppa!
Okay, okay, fine. (laughs)
Click.
--
Gyuri?
I’m scared.
--
Click.
What is this smell?
Are you awake? Don’t come to the kitchen!
Hmm?
Oh my god why are you here, go wait in your room! (attempts to push him away) Gooo!
Wow, what happened in here? Did a war happen while I was asleep? (camera zooms into the kitchen counter filled with flour, pieces of egg shells on the floor, and then an upset looking Gyuri with flour on her cheek)
I tried to bake something for you. (crosses arms) It obviously didn’t work out.
Really? That’s so sweet of you. But you’re cleaning up the mess alone, right?
(scowls)
(laughs) Kidding, I’m just kidding!
I’m sorry, (sighs) I wanted to surprise you but I-
Well, you did in some way surprise me… (chuckles)
(frowns)
Aww, don’t be upset. The cake isn’t important to me. What’s important is you; having you is enough.
(cringes) God, you’re so cheesy.
Weren’t you making cheesecake, anyway?
Click.
--
What if I forget you?
Your smile?
Your voice?
--
Click.
Park Gyuri is a pig.
Yah!
See all these plates? They’re hers.
Guess what? You’re sleeping in the living room tonight, Yang Seungho.
What? No way! You wouldn’t!
(ignores)
Yah, Park Gyuri!
Click.
--
Has anyone ever told you
how beautiful
your voice is?
--
Click.
Are we there yet? Can I remove the blindfold now?
Okay, stop here! Don’t move!
Can I-
Wait!
(pauses)
Alright, you can remove the blindfold now.
(a look of surprise crosses her face)
Uh…so…I…(clears throat) This isn’t much, probably not what you would expect b-but I just wanted to make it clear that you mean a lot to me and I can’t imagine being anywhere else but by your side-
(laughs) Are you proposing to me?
I-(groans)-yes. Why did you interrupt me like that?
(laughs again) Sorry.
So…
So…
Let’s get married, then.
Click.
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Oh,
your laughter, too.
It’s music to my ears.
--
Click.
(laughter)
Stop it!
Why?
I look weird tonight!
No you don’t!
Stoooop filming! (laughs)
Okay, okay.
…
…
You’re still filming, aren’t you?
What, no, I swear!
(reaches for the camcorder) You’re a lousy liar! (laughs)
Click.
--
I was counting on forever.
--
Click.
Park Gyuri?
Yes, Yang Seungho?
Gyuri?
Yeah?
I love you.
Click.
--
But I guess,
--
“You have reached the voicemail of Seungho. Please leave a message after the beep--”
“Oppa? It’s me.” Gyuri says, her voice bright and cheerful. “I’m going to meet Seungyeon for our dress fitting. I’ll be late for lunch, probably. Don’t wait for me. And don’t miss me too much!”
--
now I’ll never know.
--
“Seungho?”
He lowers his camcorder, head turning slowly to see Seungyeon who has appeared by the door. She is wearing a plain black dress, her hair tied into a ponytail. Her eyes are puffy, her cheeks still red. She doesn’t say anything else.
Seungho nods once, placing his camcorder down. He adjusts his necktie slowly, gazing into his reflection. His eyes are as hollow as his heart, empty and void. Meaningless.
Seungyeon begins to sob, (again, Seungho thinks) before disappearing from his sight. He could still hear her clearly, even though she has left, trying to suppress her tears.
His heart constricts in a way he has become too familiar with. It is as though someone has reached inside him and squeezed his heart until he couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t even swallow the lump that has found its way back onto his throat.
Painful. It is so painful.
Seungho tries to shake the feeling away. He needs to at least try, though he wishes it could be less painful that way. He thinks he deserves that at the very least, for waking up every morning, for braving this journey alone.
Today, Seungho ignores the way his hands are trembling, lips quivering, eyes tightly shut, I will not cry.
--
Click.
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ft: seungho/gyuri
900+w;pg
a/n: this fic is mostly written to torture our poor souls (kirakirashahida).
--
Click.
Gyuri?
Can you
hear me?
--
Click.
Is this recording? Oh, it is. Say hi to the camcorder!
Hmm? (together) Hello~
(camera focuses on her) What are you doing?
I’m doing something that you should be doing but you’re too busy fooling around with the camcorder-
Yah! It’s nice to capture moments like this.
(smiles) I never said it’s not nice…
Okay, okay. I’ll play with this next time. What do you want me to help you with?
Click.
--
I know you think I spend too much time using this.
But,
this is the last time, ok?
I promise.
--
Click.
So…today’s weather is moderate. Not too hot, not too cold. Just perfect.
Oppa, are you talking to yourself again?
Obviously not, I’m recording the beautiful sky outside. (camera shifts) And now, I’m recording you!
(moves away) Noo, don’t.
(camera focuses on himself) So apparently, our Gyuri is camera shy today.
I’m still in my pajamas!
(camera shifts again) Our Gyuri is wearing a set of simple pajamas today. No cat cartoons all over it, no rainbow stripes…
Excuse me? I don’t have any pajamas like those!
Really? Let’s double check your wardrobe then.
(blocks his path) Oppa!
(laughs) Come on, it will be fun!
Fine, alright, go on, then.
…
What is it?
(kisses her suddenly before running away)
Yah!
Click.
--
Time flies,
doesn’t it?
Too quickly, if you ask me.
--
Click.
(whispers) The Goddess is still asleep. See? (zooms in) She really looks like an angel when she’s asleep, doesn’t she?
Hmm? What?
She’s awake! Say hi to the camcorder!
(rubs eyes) What? Noooo, get that away from me! (pushes the camcorder away)
What? Why?
It’s too early in the morning, my face is bloated!
Really? You still look beautiful though.
(groans) No!
Yes!
Oppa!
Okay, okay, fine. (laughs)
Click.
--
Gyuri?
I’m scared.
--
Click.
What is this smell?
Are you awake? Don’t come to the kitchen!
Hmm?
Oh my god why are you here, go wait in your room! (attempts to push him away) Gooo!
Wow, what happened in here? Did a war happen while I was asleep? (camera zooms into the kitchen counter filled with flour, pieces of egg shells on the floor, and then an upset looking Gyuri with flour on her cheek)
I tried to bake something for you. (crosses arms) It obviously didn’t work out.
Really? That’s so sweet of you. But you’re cleaning up the mess alone, right?
(scowls)
(laughs) Kidding, I’m just kidding!
I’m sorry, (sighs) I wanted to surprise you but I-
Well, you did in some way surprise me… (chuckles)
(frowns)
Aww, don’t be upset. The cake isn’t important to me. What’s important is you; having you is enough.
(cringes) God, you’re so cheesy.
Weren’t you making cheesecake, anyway?
Click.
--
What if I forget you?
Your smile?
Your voice?
--
Click.
Park Gyuri is a pig.
Yah!
See all these plates? They’re hers.
Guess what? You’re sleeping in the living room tonight, Yang Seungho.
What? No way! You wouldn’t!
(ignores)
Yah, Park Gyuri!
Click.
--
Has anyone ever told you
how beautiful
your voice is?
--
Click.
Are we there yet? Can I remove the blindfold now?
Okay, stop here! Don’t move!
Can I-
Wait!
(pauses)
Alright, you can remove the blindfold now.
(a look of surprise crosses her face)
Uh…so…I…(clears throat) This isn’t much, probably not what you would expect b-but I just wanted to make it clear that you mean a lot to me and I can’t imagine being anywhere else but by your side-
(laughs) Are you proposing to me?
I-(groans)-yes. Why did you interrupt me like that?
(laughs again) Sorry.
So…
So…
Let’s get married, then.
Click.
--
Oh,
your laughter, too.
It’s music to my ears.
--
Click.
(laughter)
Stop it!
Why?
I look weird tonight!
No you don’t!
Stoooop filming! (laughs)
Okay, okay.
…
…
You’re still filming, aren’t you?
What, no, I swear!
(reaches for the camcorder) You’re a lousy liar! (laughs)
Click.
--
I was counting on forever.
--
Click.
Park Gyuri?
Yes, Yang Seungho?
Gyuri?
Yeah?
I love you.
Click.
--
But I guess,
--
“You have reached the voicemail of Seungho. Please leave a message after the beep--”
“Oppa? It’s me.” Gyuri says, her voice bright and cheerful. “I’m going to meet Seungyeon for our dress fitting. I’ll be late for lunch, probably. Don’t wait for me. And don’t miss me too much!”
--
now I’ll never know.
--
“Seungho?”
He lowers his camcorder, head turning slowly to see Seungyeon who has appeared by the door. She is wearing a plain black dress, her hair tied into a ponytail. Her eyes are puffy, her cheeks still red. She doesn’t say anything else.
Seungho nods once, placing his camcorder down. He adjusts his necktie slowly, gazing into his reflection. His eyes are as hollow as his heart, empty and void. Meaningless.
Seungyeon begins to sob, (again, Seungho thinks) before disappearing from his sight. He could still hear her clearly, even though she has left, trying to suppress her tears.
His heart constricts in a way he has become too familiar with. It is as though someone has reached inside him and squeezed his heart until he couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t even swallow the lump that has found its way back onto his throat.
Painful. It is so painful.
Seungho tries to shake the feeling away. He needs to at least try, though he wishes it could be less painful that way. He thinks he deserves that at the very least, for waking up every morning, for braving this journey alone.
Today, Seungho ignores the way his hands are trembling, lips quivering, eyes tightly shut, I will not cry.
--
Click.
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