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#002 - Little Piece of Heaven
Title: Little Piece of Heaven
Author: troqes
Fandom/Characters/Pairing: Girl's Day, Sojin, Minah, gen
Rating/Warnings: PG, n/a
Challenge # & Prompt: #2 - the city
Word Count: 460
Author's Note: Inception AU
Sojin has built skyscrapers, little suburban dream houses, and apartment buildings with empty lobbies and cold marble staircases. Now, she takes the crumbled soil in between her hands and molds it into a clock tower, the centrepiece for her dreamscape metropolis. In the distance, the shapeless floating mist conjures bricks and motar, and pieces the clock tower together in seconds.
She's been in Limbo for a total of three hundred days. She knows the exact date because she tucks a notch into the wall of her very first creation every morning, a modest little apartment complex sitting on top of a small pond-something like her own home. Sometimes, she thinks she has passed day three hundred a long time ago. She's sure she's seen that notation about a week earlier, a month earlier- but the buildings, their potential, and the sheer exhilaration of creation draw her attention away quickly.
Day three hundred and one, someone crashes into the sand like a tidal wave, her hair frazzled and the skin at her eyes drawn and pinched-as though she's been dreaming for a long time. Sojin feels like she knew the feeling a long time ago.
"Sojin," the woman gasps. "We've been looking everywhere for you. Don't you remember me?"
Sojin smiles at the newcomer to her city. It's the first person she has met for a long time, and the idea that they can live together in-share-her constructed place sparks something warm in her chest. "Do you like my city? I made it myself."
"City?" The girl frowns. "Is that what you're creating?"
Sojin nods, even though the girl seems rather rude and makes Sojin want to go back to her work. Everything else is white noise when she works.
"I've been stuck in this maze for three days," the girl blurts out, her voice quivering.
Sojin's finger hovers over her new work, and she looks down at her map, her blueprint of the city, the winding streets and dead-ends. In her mind, she vehemently disagrees; it's a city, definitely not a maze. A city should have its secrets and pockets of treasures, similar to a maze, but those make a city memorable. That's what she remembers of Seoul. And then it comes back to her.
This city she is creating-it's Seoul, or what she wants to believe of it. She used to be an Architect. It's probably been decades since she went under. This girl standing in front of her, haggard and weary, is Bang Minah, and they used to work together.
"It's like you're trying to keep me out," Minah whispers.
Sojin shakes her head. "I don't think so." She looks at the notches on her wall and notices that the numbers after three hundred have been scratched out and smoothed over.
"I think I'm trying to keep myself locked in."
Author: troqes
Fandom/Characters/Pairing: Girl's Day, Sojin, Minah, gen
Rating/Warnings: PG, n/a
Challenge # & Prompt: #2 - the city
Word Count: 460
Author's Note: Inception AU
Sojin has built skyscrapers, little suburban dream houses, and apartment buildings with empty lobbies and cold marble staircases. Now, she takes the crumbled soil in between her hands and molds it into a clock tower, the centrepiece for her dreamscape metropolis. In the distance, the shapeless floating mist conjures bricks and motar, and pieces the clock tower together in seconds.
She's been in Limbo for a total of three hundred days. She knows the exact date because she tucks a notch into the wall of her very first creation every morning, a modest little apartment complex sitting on top of a small pond-something like her own home. Sometimes, she thinks she has passed day three hundred a long time ago. She's sure she's seen that notation about a week earlier, a month earlier- but the buildings, their potential, and the sheer exhilaration of creation draw her attention away quickly.
Day three hundred and one, someone crashes into the sand like a tidal wave, her hair frazzled and the skin at her eyes drawn and pinched-as though she's been dreaming for a long time. Sojin feels like she knew the feeling a long time ago.
"Sojin," the woman gasps. "We've been looking everywhere for you. Don't you remember me?"
Sojin smiles at the newcomer to her city. It's the first person she has met for a long time, and the idea that they can live together in-share-her constructed place sparks something warm in her chest. "Do you like my city? I made it myself."
"City?" The girl frowns. "Is that what you're creating?"
Sojin nods, even though the girl seems rather rude and makes Sojin want to go back to her work. Everything else is white noise when she works.
"I've been stuck in this maze for three days," the girl blurts out, her voice quivering.
Sojin's finger hovers over her new work, and she looks down at her map, her blueprint of the city, the winding streets and dead-ends. In her mind, she vehemently disagrees; it's a city, definitely not a maze. A city should have its secrets and pockets of treasures, similar to a maze, but those make a city memorable. That's what she remembers of Seoul. And then it comes back to her.
This city she is creating-it's Seoul, or what she wants to believe of it. She used to be an Architect. It's probably been decades since she went under. This girl standing in front of her, haggard and weary, is Bang Minah, and they used to work together.
"It's like you're trying to keep me out," Minah whispers.
Sojin shakes her head. "I don't think so." She looks at the notches on her wall and notices that the numbers after three hundred have been scratched out and smoothed over.
"I think I'm trying to keep myself locked in."