melody

❂ – It’s incredibly hot outside and my muse is trying to persuade yours to go swimming together.

“It’s merely May, do you really think it’s the time for such a thing?” Seren retorts, frustration clouding her brow – it’s a battle she’s lost before it even truly started, and she’s well aware of it, but she’s not known for giving in to other people’s wishes easily, and today won’t be the day for that reputation to change. She’s swum in colder waters, earlier in the year, but she counts on the fact that Youngji doesn’t know that. But doesn’t she really? She’s certain she’s told her tales of her childhood… she may have mentioned that at some point.

Either way, the other girl is not fazed and, instead of commenting on Seren’s argument, she merely points to Myfanwy, who’s perked up at the simple hearing of the word ‘swimming’ – her big blue eyes are locked on Seren’s features, pleading just as much as Youngji’s are. “Don’t you think you owe Myfanwy the chance to cool down a little?” It’s true, the surge of heat that has taken over Seoul has Seren worried, the Husky’s coat is so thick, so warm that she’s not certain she’ll take it well.

But even so… she doesn’t quite feel like swimming. Not today. But she’s always going to put her puppy’s well-being over her whims, so, without even gracing the other girl with a reply, she picks herself off from the couch, sighing as dramatically as she could. “Get up then, both of you puppies! The beach’s waiting for us.”

“Yes, yes it is.” Youngji is a firm believer that it’s never wrong to go to the beach (regardless of the weather conditions and time of year). Come on, Seren, she seems to plead with her gaze, innocent doe eyes glancing up at the other once. Youngji would normally resort to shamelessly acting cute to obtain her wishes. It’s pretty devious but it works, at least, sometimes. She hasn’t tried the puppy dog pout on Seren to see its effectiveness yet, however she hopes it’s successful at least once in this lifetime. 

It’s a miracle (or perhaps the work of divine intervention) when she hears a response that sounded a lot like approval. Youngji bolts up from her seat in an instant, billowy brown locks bouncing up as she danced around in joy. “Seriously! Oh gosh, oh gosh, Let’s goooo” her lilting voice fades into the distance when she scampers to grab as much stuff as she could into a large tote. Swimsuits, towels, a run-down frisbee, and even a boatload (well maybe not boat) of snacks for them. “Which beach are we going to? Taking your car or mine? Ah, how long do you think it’ll be to get there?” words spill from her lips in a never ending dance, all in sheer eagerness. In fact, Youngji’s not known to be able to shut her mouth once she’s this excited. 

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Youngji should’ve stuck to performing at the amusement park this summer. Even working in her parents’ cafe could not save her from her inherent clumsiness. It took her two spills in the morning and accidentally adding the wrong type of syrup to a customer’s order to realize that she wasn’t cut out to be a barista. It was proving to be much more of a feat than just cooking up recipes at home. Youngji was decent at making latte art however, and it’s probably that that’s kept her working in the establishment for so long. Youngji was always better at experimenting and being creative with things anyway. At first sight, she’s dazzled by Catarina’s tan complexion and perplexingly green-brown eyes. Youngji meets her on a chilly afternoon, when the bookstore owner chanced by the cafe in search of something warm to drink. Youngji skirts around the counter when she fetches the steamed milk, gingerly preparing the lady’s drink while she waited in the far corner. She glances up when she’s done creating a picture of flowers in Catarina’s coffee cup, mostly because youngji’s mother was already calling out another order. She’s beautiful, Youngji thinks, when she places the cup on a tray for her. “Thank you for coming!” 

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“But you know…” youngji says, smiling. it’s the kind of smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. she doesn’t think it ever will. “maybe that’s just how things are.” Youngji chooses the small corner seat in their cozy little apartment in Hongdae. She also chooses the playlist for the night and the mildly expensive–at least for the struggling university student–wine they’re currently downing. (she knows Soojung would not settle for anything less despite her attempts at getting her to drink cheap-ass gin and rum.) In fact, Youngji chooses to do a lot of things, torturing herself included.Soojung is waiting for her to continue her spiel, smiling reassuringly, the type only youngji has the pleasure to see.“I know you’ve known for a long time. I don’t know how anyone could ever not see it, actually.” youngji continued, her gaze trailing the liquid that lazily spun around her glass. Something inside her burns when she tries to get the words out. It was as if they were slicing through her throat. the burning sends a choke down her speech, a sob dangerously chasing her. It’s the alcohol, she convinces herself, but the room isn’t spinning and her glass remains full.

“I’m hurt. it aches all over. and I don’t even have the right to be, because I’m just a friend.” clutching the glass tightly, the liquid sits perfectly still between her fingers. Youngji spills her tears in silence. 

She was stumbling around like a drunkard, fingertips pressing against her temples. “ No, no… I’m fine. “ Yoona spoke softly as she then leaned up against a nearby wall. Lack of sleep and a bad migraine were never things she liked but together, it was just hell to her. “ I just need a minute. “ She mumbles, trying to shake off the migraine and fatigue for the moment at least. But she was only being stubborn because she still had important work to do. “ Thank you for the offer though."

A light chortle escaped her lips and she rushed to cover he smile with the loose fist, before clearing her through to get into the serious mood. The permission to enter the kingdom of blanket-fort-land wasn’t something to be taken lightly even though an amused silly smile remained on her face. “Ah, yes! I would like to get the permission. How can i get it?”