Coexist (2/8): Dream
Coexist (2/8): Dream
1604w, PG-13 (or is this NC-17?)
[pairing]Krystal/Sulli
a/n: I can't believe I let myself write this
(She was like spring.)
It was early March, and I was getting made up for a magazine shoot. Spring wasn’t quite there yet; the wind made my face all cold, the ground was still wet, and the flowers on set were made up of plastic. I was used to the fact that we almost always have to shoot something far before the time it was supposed to depict, but it would’ve been nice if my partner could come anytime soon.
As more time passed, it became inevitable that I wanted the shoot to just end quickly, even though I practically had nothing to look forward to after it. I was starting to think this partner would be some kind of a brat who wouldn’t even do her job right.
When she finally came, though, it seemed like she was hired to bring the spring into the shoot. Her lips-a shade of pink, like petals of peonies-curled up as she shook my hand. “Choi Jinri,” she introduced herself, eyes sparkling, maybe because of the lens she was wearing, maybe because her own eyes were originally that way, like that of a deer (that was highly unlikely, though).
“And Sulli is your stage name, I suppose?”, I clarified, asking her about the name I had seen in the contract for the shoot.
“Yes. Good to meet you, I hope the pictures will turn out great today,” in which I nodded to indicate that I wish the same as she.
“It suits you,” I said, not fully realizing that I had said it out loud.
“Sorry, what?”
“It suits you, the stage name,” it had came out anyway, so might as well tell it to her face, I thought.
A polite smile bloomed on her face, “Thank you. Your stage name suits you too,” she told me. I didn’t know if I should take that as a compliment.
(She was a girl.)
We had been working together so many times in the year, when we met at another set for a commercial (by the time, we had been dubbed the new iconic duo in the industry), and she asked me, “can you accompany me tonight? I need to go somewhere but my friend cancelled in the last minute…” I was going to be alone at home that night, so I figured why not. “Great! I’ll meet you at my agency office at 6,” she said. I hadn’t asked why, and I was a bit reluctant but I guessed I needed a break from spending my evenings alone watching depressing movies.
She was waiting in front of her agency building when I arrived, and she said to use my car, because she already parked hers at her apartment. She led me to a building with colorful pictures in form of light projected onto it. We went inside to a big room full of colorful lights and glowing people. It was beautiful. The art-the lights-were projected in a way that it also hit the visitors, and it made them (me) felt included into the pieces. She pulled me to every corners of the room but only looked at me the whole time we were there.
She then drove us out of the city and into some kind of woods. I didn’t know what would be in a forest, and what it had to do with me. We approached a house, a house in the middle of the woods. She said it was her relative’s holiday cottage and that she wanted to spend a night with me there.
We lay on the sofa with the fire burning in the fireplace. We had been there long enough for me to get a bit sleepy, when she suggested that we go on the tree house. “It’s almost morning, I want to see the sunrise,” she said.
We went and sat on the outside of the tree house, with our feet dangling up on the tree. We waited and waited until the sky was starting to be tinted with a shade of pink from the approaching sun. I was paying attention at how gorgeous the sun made the sky looked, and how the rays of it spread majestically and seeping between the clouds. When it was over, I looked at her to see that she was just staring at me.
“I thought you wanted to see the sunrise,” I asked her.
“I wanted to see you shine under different lights, like a crystal,” she said. She kissed me for the first time ever, that morning.
(And she was a woman, both at once.)
“Tell me why you like me,” she said one day.
“You’re gorgeous, and--”
“Hmm that’s weird, you’re gorgeous too, but you don’t like yourself,” she retorted, “tell me the real reason why you like me.”
“Because you can give me something I can’t really have,” I tried putting it nicely for her (or for me, I didn’t even know which).
“Not quite blunt enough, but I guess that could do,” she moved herself towards me, sharing her breath with mine. Her two brown eyes looked at mine for a while, seeming to be searching something in them. She held the back of my head with one of her pretty hands, and brought her lips onto my lips.
When she released them from mine, I blurted, “Kiss me again.”
“That’s more like it,” she said, and circled both her hands around me to close the distance between our bodies.
(She was lost in her own little world, just wanting to invite someone in.)
It was after an awards ceremony, I was going to leave the venue and decided to stop by the rest room to wash my face a little. When I entered, the air was covered with smoke coming out from behind one of the half-opened stalls. I wasn’t trying to be nosy, but I planned to tell anyone in there to move outside, so I peeked inside the stall. She, Sweet Lady Jinri, was sitting there, back to the wall, inhaling through a roughly rolled joint. When she looked at me, she smiled and called me over, “Krystal! Want some Mary Jane?”, she said and giggled.
I looked at her, not knowing what to think, and before I knew it, I was sitting down and inching closer beside her. She gave me the one she was inhaling earlier and said, “sorry I only got one, I thought you wouldn’t take it.”
I took the joint from her hand and inhaled it, a whole lungful of it.
“You know why they call it Mary Jane?”, she asked.
“No,” I said, “why?”
“I don’t know either,” she said as she took the roll from me, “probably because it’s marrrryyy juaneee…a. But I like it, it sounds pretty. I like code names, like yours and mine. Don’t you?”
“Yeah, yes I do,” I answered. Because then I could be two different people.
“I really like yours. Krystal. It’s so pretty,” she turned her head to face me, “just like you,” she grazed her hand down the side of my face, neck, and stopped at my shoulder. She put the joint on the floor and put her one leg over my two straightened ones on and sat on her knees. She put her other hand on my other shoulder and kissed me, all the while sliding down the straps of my dress.
I remember being there until the joint she put on the floor burned itself out. I remember pulling her up to stand and walk to my car. I remember having her skin on mine, while also having my skin on the car seat’s leather. I remember feeling a jumble of warmth, exhaustion, ecstasy, and guilt-because she might be hella high, but I wasn’t as much.
(She was like pain, demanding to be felt.)
We were lying down on the grass on the side of the river one afternoon, having a little picnic with wine and weed and old world class music.
“You know, Soojung, I just realised we barely know each other. I don’t know what you want to achieve in life. I don’t even know a thing about your family! How are they? How is your relationship with them? Would they like me?”
“Does it even matter? We both know we won’t get further than this,” the words came out of my mouth like a monster that had been in chains until it was released when I was off guard.
She scoffed at me, “you can’t get further than this. I can go anywhere I want,” and she left with that, rubbing off lipstick from her mouth and running her fingers through her hair while walking away, leaving me alone with the music.
(She was like a dream.)
I woke up one day at a hotel room, with no one by my side, only a smell of perfume-Lanvin’s Éclat d'Arpège-filling up the air. I knew it would happen someday, just like I know a dream doesn’t exist after you wake up.
I checked my phone to see 3 missed calls, 1 email from work, and 2 texts. One of the texts was from her.
From: Choi Jinri (xxxx7498xx)
Hey, sorry I needed to go early. My best friend is getting married in 2 weeks and I promised to go with her to the dress fitting. See you at work.
Marriage. Marriage, huh? I closed the message to check the 3 missed calls: Jongin. I opened the contact and pressed call.
(And she was something I couldn’t have, because I was someone else’s.)
1604w, PG-13 (or is this NC-17?)
[pairing]Krystal/Sulli
a/n: I can't believe I let myself write this
(She was like spring.)
It was early March, and I was getting made up for a magazine shoot. Spring wasn’t quite there yet; the wind made my face all cold, the ground was still wet, and the flowers on set were made up of plastic. I was used to the fact that we almost always have to shoot something far before the time it was supposed to depict, but it would’ve been nice if my partner could come anytime soon.
As more time passed, it became inevitable that I wanted the shoot to just end quickly, even though I practically had nothing to look forward to after it. I was starting to think this partner would be some kind of a brat who wouldn’t even do her job right.
When she finally came, though, it seemed like she was hired to bring the spring into the shoot. Her lips-a shade of pink, like petals of peonies-curled up as she shook my hand. “Choi Jinri,” she introduced herself, eyes sparkling, maybe because of the lens she was wearing, maybe because her own eyes were originally that way, like that of a deer (that was highly unlikely, though).
“And Sulli is your stage name, I suppose?”, I clarified, asking her about the name I had seen in the contract for the shoot.
“Yes. Good to meet you, I hope the pictures will turn out great today,” in which I nodded to indicate that I wish the same as she.
“It suits you,” I said, not fully realizing that I had said it out loud.
“Sorry, what?”
“It suits you, the stage name,” it had came out anyway, so might as well tell it to her face, I thought.
A polite smile bloomed on her face, “Thank you. Your stage name suits you too,” she told me. I didn’t know if I should take that as a compliment.
(She was a girl.)
We had been working together so many times in the year, when we met at another set for a commercial (by the time, we had been dubbed the new iconic duo in the industry), and she asked me, “can you accompany me tonight? I need to go somewhere but my friend cancelled in the last minute…” I was going to be alone at home that night, so I figured why not. “Great! I’ll meet you at my agency office at 6,” she said. I hadn’t asked why, and I was a bit reluctant but I guessed I needed a break from spending my evenings alone watching depressing movies.
She was waiting in front of her agency building when I arrived, and she said to use my car, because she already parked hers at her apartment. She led me to a building with colorful pictures in form of light projected onto it. We went inside to a big room full of colorful lights and glowing people. It was beautiful. The art-the lights-were projected in a way that it also hit the visitors, and it made them (me) felt included into the pieces. She pulled me to every corners of the room but only looked at me the whole time we were there.
She then drove us out of the city and into some kind of woods. I didn’t know what would be in a forest, and what it had to do with me. We approached a house, a house in the middle of the woods. She said it was her relative’s holiday cottage and that she wanted to spend a night with me there.
We lay on the sofa with the fire burning in the fireplace. We had been there long enough for me to get a bit sleepy, when she suggested that we go on the tree house. “It’s almost morning, I want to see the sunrise,” she said.
We went and sat on the outside of the tree house, with our feet dangling up on the tree. We waited and waited until the sky was starting to be tinted with a shade of pink from the approaching sun. I was paying attention at how gorgeous the sun made the sky looked, and how the rays of it spread majestically and seeping between the clouds. When it was over, I looked at her to see that she was just staring at me.
“I thought you wanted to see the sunrise,” I asked her.
“I wanted to see you shine under different lights, like a crystal,” she said. She kissed me for the first time ever, that morning.
(And she was a woman, both at once.)
“Tell me why you like me,” she said one day.
“You’re gorgeous, and--”
“Hmm that’s weird, you’re gorgeous too, but you don’t like yourself,” she retorted, “tell me the real reason why you like me.”
“Because you can give me something I can’t really have,” I tried putting it nicely for her (or for me, I didn’t even know which).
“Not quite blunt enough, but I guess that could do,” she moved herself towards me, sharing her breath with mine. Her two brown eyes looked at mine for a while, seeming to be searching something in them. She held the back of my head with one of her pretty hands, and brought her lips onto my lips.
When she released them from mine, I blurted, “Kiss me again.”
“That’s more like it,” she said, and circled both her hands around me to close the distance between our bodies.
(She was lost in her own little world, just wanting to invite someone in.)
It was after an awards ceremony, I was going to leave the venue and decided to stop by the rest room to wash my face a little. When I entered, the air was covered with smoke coming out from behind one of the half-opened stalls. I wasn’t trying to be nosy, but I planned to tell anyone in there to move outside, so I peeked inside the stall. She, Sweet Lady Jinri, was sitting there, back to the wall, inhaling through a roughly rolled joint. When she looked at me, she smiled and called me over, “Krystal! Want some Mary Jane?”, she said and giggled.
I looked at her, not knowing what to think, and before I knew it, I was sitting down and inching closer beside her. She gave me the one she was inhaling earlier and said, “sorry I only got one, I thought you wouldn’t take it.”
I took the joint from her hand and inhaled it, a whole lungful of it.
“You know why they call it Mary Jane?”, she asked.
“No,” I said, “why?”
“I don’t know either,” she said as she took the roll from me, “probably because it’s marrrryyy juaneee…a. But I like it, it sounds pretty. I like code names, like yours and mine. Don’t you?”
“Yeah, yes I do,” I answered. Because then I could be two different people.
“I really like yours. Krystal. It’s so pretty,” she turned her head to face me, “just like you,” she grazed her hand down the side of my face, neck, and stopped at my shoulder. She put the joint on the floor and put her one leg over my two straightened ones on and sat on her knees. She put her other hand on my other shoulder and kissed me, all the while sliding down the straps of my dress.
I remember being there until the joint she put on the floor burned itself out. I remember pulling her up to stand and walk to my car. I remember having her skin on mine, while also having my skin on the car seat’s leather. I remember feeling a jumble of warmth, exhaustion, ecstasy, and guilt-because she might be hella high, but I wasn’t as much.
(She was like pain, demanding to be felt.)
We were lying down on the grass on the side of the river one afternoon, having a little picnic with wine and weed and old world class music.
“You know, Soojung, I just realised we barely know each other. I don’t know what you want to achieve in life. I don’t even know a thing about your family! How are they? How is your relationship with them? Would they like me?”
“Does it even matter? We both know we won’t get further than this,” the words came out of my mouth like a monster that had been in chains until it was released when I was off guard.
She scoffed at me, “you can’t get further than this. I can go anywhere I want,” and she left with that, rubbing off lipstick from her mouth and running her fingers through her hair while walking away, leaving me alone with the music.
(She was like a dream.)
I woke up one day at a hotel room, with no one by my side, only a smell of perfume-Lanvin’s Éclat d'Arpège-filling up the air. I knew it would happen someday, just like I know a dream doesn’t exist after you wake up.
I checked my phone to see 3 missed calls, 1 email from work, and 2 texts. One of the texts was from her.
From: Choi Jinri (xxxx7498xx)
Hey, sorry I needed to go early. My best friend is getting married in 2 weeks and I promised to go with her to the dress fitting. See you at work.
Marriage. Marriage, huh? I closed the message to check the 3 missed calls: Jongin. I opened the contact and pressed call.
(And she was something I couldn’t have, because I was someone else’s.)