#gnsori

💗- a memory about a good deed they did

his sister was three years his elder. three years of experiences, three years of love. she was fourteen when she met heartbreak for the first time; the boy she had been dating kissed her best friend while the girl was out sick from school for a week. the rumors reached her on her first day back. she wept in the bathroom and told a teacher she wasn’t feeling well to go home early.

she never meant to confide in her kid brother as if it was some strange taboo; as if telling him of the sins of her classmates might hurt him in some way. but the child had insisted, knocking on her bedroom door and asking so kindly why she wouldn’t come out, why she was crying. 

eventually, she had no choice but to let him in. her tears flowed anew when she told him of what had happened to her, her mortification when she had stepped foot in the school building and everyone knew but her.

kit took her hand, a frown on his face. he squeezed it.

“wait here. i’m going to get something.”

the boy scampered away, only to return with his piggy bank in his hands. he sat on the edge of her bed as he fumbled with the stopper in its belly to dig out the contents.

“i’m gonna buy you ice cream, i already asked mom to take us to the store. that’ll help you feel better, right?”

his sister wiped her tears and smiled fondly, told him he didn’t have to.

a memory that leaves them laughing

these days she doesn’t laugh much, it takes quite a bit to get her smiling even. finding something that can bring out a chuckle is hard, but she supposes if anyone can do it, it’s myungsoh, her quirky neighbour and customer, of sorts. at this point she considers him a friend, but she doesn’t let him know that. one of their funniest memories was when she made a sarcastic joke and he had taken it seriously, saying she should’ve told him sooner so they could get married. it was the craziest reaction she had ever heard to receiving the ‘knowledge’ of possessing a stalker. his reasoning? that it would save his skin if he gave her, sora the ‘stalker’, what she wanted. he was such a character. he definitely kept things interesting for her. 

🅼🅴🅼🅾🆁🅸🅴🆂 🅼🅴🅼🅴still accepting

  💔- a memory that leaves them feeling lonely 

 It’s summer and the heat of the day still sticks to him, sticky beneath his clothes; his mother’s voice, cool and crisp like an autumnal breeze, had sounded from the kitchen as soon as he’d found his way into their home, telling him that it was time for dinner, and they’d not had his excuses, and had made him sit, and eat. 

 It was only once a week that the whole family really sat down like this, and had a proper supper, as every other day his parents were busy at the restaurant, and the last thing they wanted to do was come home and cook another meal. So it was that every Sunday, his mother would cook something special, making one of her beloveds’ favourite dishes as a treat. 

 Tonight, it was his sister’s, and she chattered on in between bites of Spam and rice and carrot, and in between the clatter of metal chopsticks and silver spoons, Eunwoo felt increasingly out of place.

 Nobody asks about his day. How it’s been, or what he’s done. And it’s his own fault, really, because he’d spent whole years resisting that, resisting family, and home, and small talk. So they’d stop asking after it.

 He never really considered in the midst of his rebellion that it’d have this effect, and perhaps he really had no one to blame but himself. 

 It still hurt though, to know that they’d given up on him. 

a memory about one of their loved ones, happy or sad + also asked by @gnwoori (tw: mentions of addiction)

// May 2018 

“Mika,” his mother cries, holding his face to her chest. “Please. I’m so worried for you. I’ve been so worried, this whole time…” She brushes her fingers gently through his hair, pressing her lips over and over to the top of his head. He sniffles; he can’t breathe, and the entire front part of his head is burning, but the few tears that come out are out of relief from being in his mother’s embrace, not from any pain. “Please stay home now. Don’t… go out. We can get you help, you can go back to school, or relax for a bit, if you want. Whatever you want, baby. As long as it’s not… no more drinking or drugs or… or whatever it is. Anything but that and we can help you.”

“I don’t know,” he mumbles, letting her tug him even closer. “Everything’s so fucked… I mean… messed up.”

“You’re not allowed to argue with me anymore,” she laughs, missing all of the humour he’s used to hearing from her. “This is a blessing in disguise.” She dries her face with her sleeve, trying to compose herself. “I always told you not to get involved with that company. Especially that guy.”

His manager, she means. She’s never tried to hide her disdain for him. Despite knowing how stupid he sounds, something compels him to argue with her still, “He was just doing his job. It’s not his fault that I’m… like this. Or anything that happened.”

Continuing to smooth down his hair, she leans back. Only a mother’s gaze could hold so much love and disappointment in equal measure. Sighing, she brushes her hand over his cheek and wipes his face. “You don’t need to tell yourself that anymore. You’re free. You’re with us again now. Your room… everything is still there. I’ve been waiting for this day for so long. I promise we’ll take care of you. That’s… that’s all I’ve wanted to do for years.”

There’s nothing that he wants more in the world than for her words to be true. “Okay,” he says, swallowing. “I’ll… yeah. I’ll stay here for a bit.”

“I just want you to be safe. I love you so much,” she says with a sincerity Mika hasn’t heard in months. “You know I’ll always be here for you.”

“I love you too,” he somehow chokes out before the tears come out like a waterfall. She coos at him, whispering words he barely hears over and over; anything so that he can hear her voice and know that he’s truly home. She rocks him back and forth until he falls asleep in her arms, just like a child again.

–– memories ___ 💖༄ a memory that made them feel special

minhyung thinks – special in what way? another subjective question, another subjective answer he’ll have to think long and hard for. search each little crevice of his mind, because repression has made him forget almost everything – because he wanted to forget, because he didn’t want to remember. but he supposes he could dig deep this one time. it couldn’t hurt that much to try. “i guess the first time that my parents said if i believed in myself hard enough, i could do anything. that made me feel special.” and it did – it’s bittersweet thinking about it now, but it did make him feel like he could take on the world.

@gnsori

The art store Jieun enters is one very familiar to her by now. When she was young and just moved to Gaenari, she was intimidated by its warmth; it almost seemed like being welcomed into someone’s home rather than a shop to buy things in. Now, it brings her the same comfort that her art club back in Seoul did when she was a kid. It’s somewhere reliable, where she knows she can wind down and browse in peace (a very different nature than the bustling, hard-selling stores in the city.)

Her eyes crinkle with a smile when she sees Sori standing at the counter. “Sori-ya!” She waves. “I’m just here to pick some stuff up for work. You look beautiful, as usual!” It’s a sincere compliment; Sori is too pretty to be cooped up in this store for most of her time. But then again, it’s for the good cause of her family business, so Jieun can’t judge.

But her smile drops when she surveys the store. She’s the only customer here; her heart twists. Daehan may have stores with more quantity, but the quality here can’t be beat. Her work only calls for a can of paint and a few new brushes (her previous ones have been destroyed from overuse), but she buys a couple extra to support the cause. She can make up the expense later.

💗- A memory about a good deed they did

She still remembered the day she found him, her pet crow, Baekdu.  He was just a little chick that had fallen out of a nest and had been making his way across their property.  She barely caught him before one of the barn cats did.  His little wing was crooked and he could only hop around.  She scooped him up and carried the little bird around, trying to find the nest he had came from, but to no avail. Crows were certainly not uncommon in their orchard, but she hadn’t seen a nest at all.