Do You Remember?
Title: Do You Remember?
Character(s): Sehun and hinted!Luhan
Rating: no rating
Length: oneshot/1,033 words
Genre: romance, angst
Author's note: drabble that became long winded. sehun-centric.
Do you remember?
(All the memories you seem to have lost.)
Do you remember when the cherry blossoms started falling? A blur of pink and white flying around us and encasing us in a dance of soft petals floating past skin and clothes. Hands gripping tightly onto your DSLR camera, you approached me.
(I think you look pretty good with the surroundings, mind if I take your picture?)
Do you remember when you gave me your number? Printed in bold black font, a stark contrast to the white card. I rubbed my thumbs across the papery surface and you smiled, saying that you’re a professional photographer and that I could collect my photo from you if I like.
(Here’s my name card!)
Do you remember when we met up for my photo? It was at the coffee shop downtown I believe, and we sat across each other in a booth, skin illuminated by the pale glow of the lamp, the scent of coffee lingering around us. Our fingers brushed, soft fingertips against slightly rougher ones, and you blushed a gentle shade of pink.
(My name’s Luhan by the way, what’s yours?)
Do you remember when the phone calls started? Phone between ear and shoulder, the late night moon up high in the dark sky, we talked about nothing in particular and everything there possibly is. I would force my eyelids open and then you’d start humming melodies of heartbreak and love over the receiver, and I’ll fall asleep without ending the call, dreaming of your voice.
(Sehun, are you asleep?)
Do you remember when we started falling in love? I’ve forgotten what it feels like, and I wonder if you still do. Perhaps something along the line of peaceful serenity and bubbling feelings threatening to overflow, between the lines of I like you and Will you be my boyfriend. Perhaps it’s shaky breaths and clouds of mist in the cold winter morning, or sweet dewdrops on textured leaves.
(I like you! A lot!)
Do you remember when we started holding hands? The feeling of your warm hand, slender fingers wrapping around my fingers and entangling them in yours, your slightly calloused palms pressing with just a smallest pressure against mine, arms swinging without a care in the world between us as we walked down concrete pavements.
(It’s our first time holding hands, isn’t it?)
Do you remember when we kissed for the first time? The soft taste of berries and sharpness of mint on lips that press softly onto one another. You pulled away a little too fast, a little too soon, but that’s okay because that was only our first kiss and you told me between breathlessness that we’ll have all eternity to kiss.
What happened to all eternity?
(Let’s mark today on our calendar, the day we shared our first kiss.)
(And it’s still on my calendar.)
Do you remember when we took walks on abandoned beaches? The seagulls would cry above us and the water would crash noisily against beaten rocks along the shoreline as if to congratulate our love and you would slip your arm around my waist and pull me closer to you and I would smile. If we’re lucky we would catch the sunset and then you would give me sweet kisses as we sit side by side, shoulders and legs and arms touching.
(The sand underneath your feet feels comfortable, doesn’t it?)
Do you remember when we never fought? It’s always been quiet between us, we never disagreed. If I ever thought differently from you I would never say. Maybe you once thought differently from me too. Maybe you stayed silent too. Maybe that was the problem. We never fought, never had any conflicts, never tried accommodating each other. Maybe because of this, we never truly understood each other. Maybe this is what caused all this heartbreak and aching and hurting and crying and screaming.
(It’s really peaceful, isn’t it, Sehun?)
(A little too peaceful.)
Do you remember when you broke it all? It just took three words and it felt like the world was crashing down. It’s so dramatic, isnt’ it? Like a drama, everything was like a drama. Perhaps, like in a drama, vases fall and crack into millions and millions of tiny shards, cutting through innocent hearts, hearts that were in love, and never piecing them back. Maybe somewhere else in the world people left each other too, just like us, but that doesn’t matter to me, really, because at that moment it was you and me and me and you and you broke it all so simply, so easily, so effortlessly, like us didn’t mean anything to you. You broke it and now it’s just you, it’s just me, there’s no more you and me, no more me and you, no more us.
(Let’s break up.)
Do you remember a boy? He was broken and lost, fragile soul stuck in flying petals and mind caught in the stress of face-paced society. Reality was a maze he couldn’t get out of; he grew taller to look over the hedges but they grew with him and he never caught a glimpse of the real world. He never really got a clear understanding of anything, it’s all fuzzy and misty and hazy and blurry and black and white and monochrome.
But the greyscale turns into a flurry of pink and white and something like feathers and maybe a hint of mint and citrus scent and before he knows it he’s saved by you. Picking up the china pieces and piecing them back one bit by one bit, gluing them in place, fixing him-
(I think you look pretty good with the surroundings, mind if I take your picture?)
(And then you broke what you fixed.)
Do you remember it all? From the first sentence you said to me? From the first time our fingers brushed, from the first time we held hands, from the first time you met me?
(But that’s not the point, is it?)
We’re going in circles, tracing over paths we’ve already crossed, wondering if we remember, wondering if you remember, but we’ve forgotten the most important question.
Do you remember Sehun?
Character(s): Sehun and hinted!Luhan
Rating: no rating
Length: oneshot/1,033 words
Genre: romance, angst
Author's note: drabble that became long winded. sehun-centric.
Do you remember?
(All the memories you seem to have lost.)
Do you remember when the cherry blossoms started falling? A blur of pink and white flying around us and encasing us in a dance of soft petals floating past skin and clothes. Hands gripping tightly onto your DSLR camera, you approached me.
(I think you look pretty good with the surroundings, mind if I take your picture?)
Do you remember when you gave me your number? Printed in bold black font, a stark contrast to the white card. I rubbed my thumbs across the papery surface and you smiled, saying that you’re a professional photographer and that I could collect my photo from you if I like.
(Here’s my name card!)
Do you remember when we met up for my photo? It was at the coffee shop downtown I believe, and we sat across each other in a booth, skin illuminated by the pale glow of the lamp, the scent of coffee lingering around us. Our fingers brushed, soft fingertips against slightly rougher ones, and you blushed a gentle shade of pink.
(My name’s Luhan by the way, what’s yours?)
Do you remember when the phone calls started? Phone between ear and shoulder, the late night moon up high in the dark sky, we talked about nothing in particular and everything there possibly is. I would force my eyelids open and then you’d start humming melodies of heartbreak and love over the receiver, and I’ll fall asleep without ending the call, dreaming of your voice.
(Sehun, are you asleep?)
Do you remember when we started falling in love? I’ve forgotten what it feels like, and I wonder if you still do. Perhaps something along the line of peaceful serenity and bubbling feelings threatening to overflow, between the lines of I like you and Will you be my boyfriend. Perhaps it’s shaky breaths and clouds of mist in the cold winter morning, or sweet dewdrops on textured leaves.
(I like you! A lot!)
Do you remember when we started holding hands? The feeling of your warm hand, slender fingers wrapping around my fingers and entangling them in yours, your slightly calloused palms pressing with just a smallest pressure against mine, arms swinging without a care in the world between us as we walked down concrete pavements.
(It’s our first time holding hands, isn’t it?)
Do you remember when we kissed for the first time? The soft taste of berries and sharpness of mint on lips that press softly onto one another. You pulled away a little too fast, a little too soon, but that’s okay because that was only our first kiss and you told me between breathlessness that we’ll have all eternity to kiss.
What happened to all eternity?
(Let’s mark today on our calendar, the day we shared our first kiss.)
(And it’s still on my calendar.)
Do you remember when we took walks on abandoned beaches? The seagulls would cry above us and the water would crash noisily against beaten rocks along the shoreline as if to congratulate our love and you would slip your arm around my waist and pull me closer to you and I would smile. If we’re lucky we would catch the sunset and then you would give me sweet kisses as we sit side by side, shoulders and legs and arms touching.
(The sand underneath your feet feels comfortable, doesn’t it?)
Do you remember when we never fought? It’s always been quiet between us, we never disagreed. If I ever thought differently from you I would never say. Maybe you once thought differently from me too. Maybe you stayed silent too. Maybe that was the problem. We never fought, never had any conflicts, never tried accommodating each other. Maybe because of this, we never truly understood each other. Maybe this is what caused all this heartbreak and aching and hurting and crying and screaming.
(It’s really peaceful, isn’t it, Sehun?)
(A little too peaceful.)
Do you remember when you broke it all? It just took three words and it felt like the world was crashing down. It’s so dramatic, isnt’ it? Like a drama, everything was like a drama. Perhaps, like in a drama, vases fall and crack into millions and millions of tiny shards, cutting through innocent hearts, hearts that were in love, and never piecing them back. Maybe somewhere else in the world people left each other too, just like us, but that doesn’t matter to me, really, because at that moment it was you and me and me and you and you broke it all so simply, so easily, so effortlessly, like us didn’t mean anything to you. You broke it and now it’s just you, it’s just me, there’s no more you and me, no more me and you, no more us.
(Let’s break up.)
Do you remember a boy? He was broken and lost, fragile soul stuck in flying petals and mind caught in the stress of face-paced society. Reality was a maze he couldn’t get out of; he grew taller to look over the hedges but they grew with him and he never caught a glimpse of the real world. He never really got a clear understanding of anything, it’s all fuzzy and misty and hazy and blurry and black and white and monochrome.
But the greyscale turns into a flurry of pink and white and something like feathers and maybe a hint of mint and citrus scent and before he knows it he’s saved by you. Picking up the china pieces and piecing them back one bit by one bit, gluing them in place, fixing him-
(I think you look pretty good with the surroundings, mind if I take your picture?)
(And then you broke what you fixed.)
Do you remember it all? From the first sentence you said to me? From the first time our fingers brushed, from the first time we held hands, from the first time you met me?
(But that’s not the point, is it?)
We’re going in circles, tracing over paths we’ve already crossed, wondering if we remember, wondering if you remember, but we’ve forgotten the most important question.
Do you remember Sehun?