Post by vakarian on Jun 2, 2018 22:48:08 GMT -5
i wrote this near the end of last year. enjoy!
To Syra, stepping into the Gyo’s apartment was like being transported to a different planet. Light streamed through the windows on the rightmost wall, overlooking the crowded downtown Seoul from fifteen stories up. The place was pristine, with furniture so pearly white it seared her eyes. But despite the sterility it gave off, the apartment had its little quirks. The ottoman by the doorway was worn, the neighboring kitchen smelled faintly of the day’s lunch, and her cat Jun was perched in his regular spot - scratching away atop the couch cushions. A muffled chime played as they entered, and soon enough, a voice followed. Good afternoon, Gyo Yeona and guest Kim Syra.
“And hello to you, Mona.” Syra replied to the welcoming female speaker as she removed the coat of her school uniform. It is good to see you again, Syra. A panel in the ceiling slid open a couple inches, revealing a hook-shaped contraption. The hook slid across the progressively-opening ceiling, then stopped as it detected the two figures. Your garment will remain here until you wish to leave, Syra, Mona informed as she placed her coat upon the hook. “You know, Yeona,” Sliding off her shoes, Syra tiptoed over to the tortoiseshell cat, “The more I come here, the poorer I feel,” to which Yeona giggled softly as she followed her.
“Aww, well, I always thought your voice-activated lights were cool.” Syra overemphasized her eye roll as she ran her hand across Jun’s freshly-groomed fur. But the smile was inevitable. Her snarky persona was destroyed as the tom purred and adjusted his position to accommodate her.
“That’s where I’d call BS, but Jun here is making me a little too nice.” She gave him some scratches behind his even softer ears, “What do you wanna do first here, in Wonderland?”
The hours passed quickly, as they are wont to do in paradise. Yeona’s room was the garden of Eden. Unlike the monochromatic rest of the apartment, her room was, well, colorful. Her plush futon was the centerpiece of the room, absorbing the technicolors of its surroundings. Lining the walls were cylindrical light fixtures, giving off neon blues, pinks, and yellows. On her bedside table rested a Holo-Play V.4, the latest music playing tech. Yeona set her bag and other belongings beside it, then knelt down to turn on the machine. Meanwhile, Syra plopped herself down on the futon cushion, lying on her back. Posters of landscapes and idols covered the slanted ceiling; their ear-to-ear smiles made her shift uncomfortably. You are listening to Millennium Radio. An iconic male voice overlapping an upbeat tune came from the Holo-Play, The one stop shop for the musical classics predating the year 3000. We’ve got some real good ones for you today! Once the voice faded out, the music ramped up in volume. The bass began pounding persistently, resounding throughout the room. Yeona stood back up, moving faintly with the melody.
“Hell yeah! That’s the stuff, huh?” She cheered as Syra craned her neck to look up at her. Her shy movements began to assert themselves, until she broke out into a full-on dance. Like water, she ebbed and flowed with the rhythm. Reaching up behind her head, she undid her ponytail and let her hair fly freely. The colored lights traveled all along her body, painting her skin. Syra let out a wistful sigh as she watched the surreal display in front of her. “Come on and dance with me!” Yeona came to a stop and (after regaining balance) held her hand out to Syra. She managed to get her friend to sit up, but was left hanging.
“Are you sure? I don’t wanna steal your thunder-”
“Oh, what are you even saying?” Before she could stutter out the rest of her answer, Yeona hauled her up off of the futon and resumed dancing. Bouncing with the beat, she moved Syra’s arm up and down, egging her on. Syra got free of her grasp and began an aimless side-to-side shuffle. The bass thumping got her stomach churning, and her head wanted to split - whichever came first. But the display made Yeona burst into laughter, “Just try and feel the music! Let your heart take over!” Take over, take over… The words echoed in Syra’s mind as she continued her attempts at dancing. Mellow swaying turned to light bouncing. Let my heart take over. She felt the bassline fizzle inside of her until it struck like lightning. The harmonies were assimilated and intermingled in her veins. Blending and fissioning were the neon hues that swirled around her like a tornado, which she breathed into her starving lungs. Eventually she had let her body thrash about. She let herself thrash about because this was going to be her last day of going to school. She let herself thrash about because today was the last day she was going to see Yeona. And she was going to dance herself sick because god damn it, it was her last day in Seoul.
Suddenly, she stopped. As the energy was expelled, she keeled over and rested her sweaty palms on her knees. Yeona rushed to her side.
“Syra? Are you okay?” Resting a calm hand on her back, she aided Syra in returning to a standing position. The beautiful cacophony faded into a muffled rumble, stabilizing the eccentric colors until they framed Yeona’s soft features. Syra took the moment to take her in. Her flushed cheeks expanded and contracted with a set rhythm as she drew in air. Sweat made her forehead glisten, causing hair to stick in every which way. Her dark brown eyes rested on Syra’s figure, unwavering - but her lips told a different story. They had an anxious twitch to them - a slight pucker. By the next moment, Syra was inching closer. To the touch, Yeona’s lips were smooth, like the rest of her. The longer they kissed, the less she wanted to go. But no exception could be made. They pulled away for the final time.
“Yeona, I have to tell you something.”
“A-anything you want.” Syra felt Yeona’s hands clutch her arms, shaking ever so slightly. A smile Syra knew so well came across her face. The very same gentle and naive smile of an underclassman. And Syra knew she was grasping her everything in her hands - her multifaceted, fragile heart of glass.
“I’m leaving Seoul tonight.”
Yeona shattered.
Last Day
To Syra, stepping into the Gyo’s apartment was like being transported to a different planet. Light streamed through the windows on the rightmost wall, overlooking the crowded downtown Seoul from fifteen stories up. The place was pristine, with furniture so pearly white it seared her eyes. But despite the sterility it gave off, the apartment had its little quirks. The ottoman by the doorway was worn, the neighboring kitchen smelled faintly of the day’s lunch, and her cat Jun was perched in his regular spot - scratching away atop the couch cushions. A muffled chime played as they entered, and soon enough, a voice followed. Good afternoon, Gyo Yeona and guest Kim Syra.
“And hello to you, Mona.” Syra replied to the welcoming female speaker as she removed the coat of her school uniform. It is good to see you again, Syra. A panel in the ceiling slid open a couple inches, revealing a hook-shaped contraption. The hook slid across the progressively-opening ceiling, then stopped as it detected the two figures. Your garment will remain here until you wish to leave, Syra, Mona informed as she placed her coat upon the hook. “You know, Yeona,” Sliding off her shoes, Syra tiptoed over to the tortoiseshell cat, “The more I come here, the poorer I feel,” to which Yeona giggled softly as she followed her.
“Aww, well, I always thought your voice-activated lights were cool.” Syra overemphasized her eye roll as she ran her hand across Jun’s freshly-groomed fur. But the smile was inevitable. Her snarky persona was destroyed as the tom purred and adjusted his position to accommodate her.
“That’s where I’d call BS, but Jun here is making me a little too nice.” She gave him some scratches behind his even softer ears, “What do you wanna do first here, in Wonderland?”
The hours passed quickly, as they are wont to do in paradise. Yeona’s room was the garden of Eden. Unlike the monochromatic rest of the apartment, her room was, well, colorful. Her plush futon was the centerpiece of the room, absorbing the technicolors of its surroundings. Lining the walls were cylindrical light fixtures, giving off neon blues, pinks, and yellows. On her bedside table rested a Holo-Play V.4, the latest music playing tech. Yeona set her bag and other belongings beside it, then knelt down to turn on the machine. Meanwhile, Syra plopped herself down on the futon cushion, lying on her back. Posters of landscapes and idols covered the slanted ceiling; their ear-to-ear smiles made her shift uncomfortably. You are listening to Millennium Radio. An iconic male voice overlapping an upbeat tune came from the Holo-Play, The one stop shop for the musical classics predating the year 3000. We’ve got some real good ones for you today! Once the voice faded out, the music ramped up in volume. The bass began pounding persistently, resounding throughout the room. Yeona stood back up, moving faintly with the melody.
“Hell yeah! That’s the stuff, huh?” She cheered as Syra craned her neck to look up at her. Her shy movements began to assert themselves, until she broke out into a full-on dance. Like water, she ebbed and flowed with the rhythm. Reaching up behind her head, she undid her ponytail and let her hair fly freely. The colored lights traveled all along her body, painting her skin. Syra let out a wistful sigh as she watched the surreal display in front of her. “Come on and dance with me!” Yeona came to a stop and (after regaining balance) held her hand out to Syra. She managed to get her friend to sit up, but was left hanging.
“Are you sure? I don’t wanna steal your thunder-”
“Oh, what are you even saying?” Before she could stutter out the rest of her answer, Yeona hauled her up off of the futon and resumed dancing. Bouncing with the beat, she moved Syra’s arm up and down, egging her on. Syra got free of her grasp and began an aimless side-to-side shuffle. The bass thumping got her stomach churning, and her head wanted to split - whichever came first. But the display made Yeona burst into laughter, “Just try and feel the music! Let your heart take over!” Take over, take over… The words echoed in Syra’s mind as she continued her attempts at dancing. Mellow swaying turned to light bouncing. Let my heart take over. She felt the bassline fizzle inside of her until it struck like lightning. The harmonies were assimilated and intermingled in her veins. Blending and fissioning were the neon hues that swirled around her like a tornado, which she breathed into her starving lungs. Eventually she had let her body thrash about. She let herself thrash about because this was going to be her last day of going to school. She let herself thrash about because today was the last day she was going to see Yeona. And she was going to dance herself sick because god damn it, it was her last day in Seoul.
Suddenly, she stopped. As the energy was expelled, she keeled over and rested her sweaty palms on her knees. Yeona rushed to her side.
“Syra? Are you okay?” Resting a calm hand on her back, she aided Syra in returning to a standing position. The beautiful cacophony faded into a muffled rumble, stabilizing the eccentric colors until they framed Yeona’s soft features. Syra took the moment to take her in. Her flushed cheeks expanded and contracted with a set rhythm as she drew in air. Sweat made her forehead glisten, causing hair to stick in every which way. Her dark brown eyes rested on Syra’s figure, unwavering - but her lips told a different story. They had an anxious twitch to them - a slight pucker. By the next moment, Syra was inching closer. To the touch, Yeona’s lips were smooth, like the rest of her. The longer they kissed, the less she wanted to go. But no exception could be made. They pulled away for the final time.
“Yeona, I have to tell you something.”
“A-anything you want.” Syra felt Yeona’s hands clutch her arms, shaking ever so slightly. A smile Syra knew so well came across her face. The very same gentle and naive smile of an underclassman. And Syra knew she was grasping her everything in her hands - her multifaceted, fragile heart of glass.
“I’m leaving Seoul tonight.”
Yeona shattered.
