TRIPTYCH
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triptych
yonghwa/seohyun/jinwoon ⌖ 628w → g
three gifts, and the one that would have mattered.
[ ♫ kasio ]
Sunny is like a quiet torpedo as she clutches on to her shoulders from the back and plants a kiss on her cheek. Seohyun grimaces and wipes her face with her arm before spinning around in mock indignation - and genuine irritation, though slight - and chastises her for being inappropriate. Sunny, dear Sunny, laughs until her stomach hurts and urges the other seven to do the same. They all close in on her before she darts away like a slippery fish, sliding through and around the crowd of invitees and stopping in front of the newcomer, who thrusts a bouquet of flowers in her face.
Leeteuk presents her with an abundance of florals with ribbons, and so she thanks him before carefully placing them on the table among the rest of them. She thinks how lucky she is to have friends like these.
"Hyunnie," a voice calls affectionately from beside her.
Jinwoon gives her a small box. Seulong playfully knocks him behind the head with his elbow as he pretends to take a sip of his cider, walking past them and warning Seohyun not to open the box. "I think he put a kiss in there."
The box is open, but everything is delicately wrapped in papier-mâché. She looks up at him with her wide eyes and her hair falling over her shoulders and framing her face, and Jinwoon isn't sure he could like anyone else. Not ten or twenty years from now, but maybe he's thinking too far ahead. Maybe he'll fall in love with another girl and perhaps just as hard, but for now his heart is beating hummingbird fast against his chest.
He has his answers planned from now until whenever. My ideal type is 168 centimeters, beautiful with a heart of gold, wise and the kind of girl any mother would be proud to have as a daughter-in-law, and-
"Thank you," she says with awe, as she lifts a Burberry perfume from the box. He likes her, but not crazy enough to know what kind of scent she uses - fine line and all - but he thinks of honeysuckle and clementines when he thinks of her. She gives him an awkward side-hug, but anything is just as good.
"Seo Ju-hyun!" Seohyun turns her head and looks across the room, waving. She excuses herself with a slight bow and leaves him.
My ideal type, he thinks with a little mirth and a little sadness, is my friend, Seohyun, and she's not for me.
"How many flowers did you get?"
He already knows - it's rather obvious from his vantage point - but she points at the table, anyway, and innocently proceeds to tell him who gave what to her before he stops her with an amused smirk behind his hand.
"What?"
"And perfume?"
She lifts up the box to show him and fondly says it's from Jinwoon. He looks up at the taller boy, who catches his gaze and waves energetically at him.
"Ah, I see. And what about-
Seohyun stops him from saying much more with an exasperated sigh. "Sunny already ... augh, I can't say it."
"Aw," he says, casually wrapping his arm around her shoulder and whisking her away back into the party, "our little Seohyun is growing up. What should I do?"
(Seohyun looks at Yonghwa with deadpan eyes, disbelief written in her features as she swats him away with a slap of her hand. Sunny snickers as they walk past her, sidling up beside Taeyeon and Tiffany, who promptly hands her a bag full of ice cream popsicles.
"No one kisses 막내 until she's thirty," Tiffany nods, dutifully.
"She's going to grow up in a boy-less bubble because of you two," Sunny grumbles. "No wonder Yonghwa is scared of you gu- ow.")