#skyreide

II. 

Days grow and the spring soon approaches. Nahyun’s smile grows, obviously pleased by the wonderful weather. It’s sunny with a dash of cold air, nothing too harsh to her dismay. It’s the perfect weather to be out under the sun, especially not when you aren’t fond of humid weather like her. 

I thought you were born right when summer started, he states but she retaliates with a shake of her head, not feeling like explaining why she hates the month of June so much. Besides, she doesn’t want her lips to falter from its jovial turn. 

It’s the second time she catches herself looking at his lips, a radiant pink glow illuminating it as he smiles to catch her glance, hovering for her to come quickly. She picks up her feet and dashes to catch up to him, stealing free glances towards his mouth every once in a while. 

III. 

She doesn’t know whether it’s true or whether it’s a dream. A dream, surely, because she’s never thought of actually kissing him. Nimble fingers slide to fix her hair, tossing and turning to flip on her chest. She sinks against the mattress and rests her head against the pillows, digits brushing against the flesh of her own lips. 

How horrible of a sleeper is she-- she doesn’t know anyone who has sleeping habits as bad as hers. A flashback strikes through as she plays the events of last night frame by frame and it isn’t until she catches sight of the open window where she’s ringing with dubious doubts. 

It’s the end of summer, shades of browns and reds embarking the start of Autumn. She’s stopped sleeping with the air condition and instead opens the windows but she could have sworn she left them closed last night. 

IV. 

In the middle of the foreign city and she finds herself suddenly thinking of him. Gradient blue fills the horizon, eyelashes fluttering as she gazes to admire the sky. White, hazy clouds dances over just where the sun meets its beams, highlighting the morning view of Odaiba. すみません, she hears it being grumbled when the figure bumps into her. 

And suddenly her eyes are drawn to familiar shaped lips, stunned and frozen in place. She doesn’t move for a fraction of a minute before she feels the need to walk and follow.

Heaven’s been way gone too long and she longs to seek it in his lips. But not here. Perhaps, home. Perhaps. 

Yet it is him and there’s that familiar freckle of a beam against his features and there’s that glint of sunshine on hers too. 

V.

The new year envelopes her with everything new. Faces whom she’s never seen before, people who she hasn’t talked to. There are friends who are quite new, old friends who are no longer a friend of hers. She misses it and wonders why she felt the need to leave when there wasn’t any reason to leave at all. It had been a personal decision for her to leave town for a month and a half but she’s come back, this time, determined to remain for good. 

She’s given up though she’s honestly unsure of what she’s given up on. 

Still, he’s there when she isn’t looking for him. 

If there’s something she’s learned the previous year, it’s saying what she has to say when she wants to say it. No holding back, no consequence in thought. She stands on her toes and reaches up to him, hands brushing against his shoulder blades to steady herself. If not now, then never. Do it until it sears back into your conscious, until the moment doubt creeps back to its return. 

It isn’t anything exquisite, not a kiss that will be remembered. It’s chaste and it’s quick, without giving him a moment to react. It’s best like this-- so that she knows she isn’t overstepping her boundaries. 

❝ Mistletoe. ❞ She points up, despite of it being late for the rather stoic tradition each and every Christmas season. It isn’t even Christmas anymore but had it not been for that, then what else?   

granted, she couldn’t see any officer, but the police car was parked right in front of their dorm, on the place that their manager habitually used, though the mere fact that it wasn’t already occupied was hint enough that the male wasn’t anywhere near. Perhaps he’d been caught up with something – few were the days when he wouldn’t be at home by then: it was already rather late for someone to be out, by idol group standards. In their days off, they were supposed to be at home, holed up in their beds with warm cups of tea, trying to make sure they didn’t catch a cold and shaking off the exhaustion of schedules that cramped every other living minute of their week.

Her mind, vivid and hyperactive, was already conjuring the evocative headlines of newspapers all throughout Korea every time when one of the idols had a slip-up – the one time when one of GLAM’s members had attempted blackmail, Kim Hyunjoong’s scandal, Park Bom and G-Dragon and their respective drug scandals. Most of those had been eventually swept under the carpet by their respective companies, but not all, and she couldn’t help but wondering… just how far joyriding would have made it up that list? Probably towards the very top. Technically, she’d been an accessory, not the principal, but that didn’t change things much. The kind of scandal that would have erupted from it was enough to ruin her in every way, no matter whether she’d done anything or not.

Her hand reached into her pocket to retrieve her phone: she wanted to call Sky. She half wanted to scream at him for putting her in that position, but, if she were to bear an ounce of honesty, he hadn’t done a thing to force her to be there. That was all on her, because she’d been thrilled by the novelty of it all, even if the crime itself scared her (though, once again, she had to confess: it was the consequences she was afraid of, no more. Like Rhett Butler had said in her favourite book, “You’re like a thief who isn’t the least bit sorry he stole, but is terribly, terribly sorry he’s going to jail.” – the quote had never made more sense than it did now).

Though, all things considered, she couldn’t call Sky. At all, even if she wasn’t going to be whiny.

Firstly, because if someone had seen her, they’d probably seen him as well, and just how hard it would have been to track him down, seeing as she was a public figure, and they’d been spending so much time together lately? It would have only made it more obvious that she was, indeed, very much guilty. Secondly, if no one had actually gotten to him, her calling would have probably made sure that connection would be made. And, truthfully, she didn’t want to get him into trouble, though she figured he did that for himself plenty. Through playful bickering and all, he was her friend, and she was nothing if not fiercely protective of everyone she did consider that, no matter how extensive the list was (and it was definitely extensive, she was much too trusting for her own good, always).

She was startled out of her reverie by the vibration of her cellphone in her pocket, and she promptly fished it out, the screen showing Mina’s number. It takes a few moments for Tzuyu to be able to calm down enough as to swipe down and unlock the screen. You might not want to come home right now – if you’re on the way, take a detour. Our music was on too loud… and the neighbours decided to call the cops instead of telling us to turn it lower. It took several reads for the message to be able to properly sink in, because the Taiwanese girl was so on edge that she simply couldn’t let it sink in, indeed, she was so certain that she’d been the target that she absolutely couldn’t accept any different.

She wasn’t too sure just how much time had passed until she was finally back to the immediate reality, and away from the worries that, she was certain, would now give her premature wrinkles. “白痴…” She muttered to herself, tucking the phone back into her pocket right as the door of their dorm closed behind two police officers. Even knowing she wasn’t the object of their interest, she couldn’t help but duck behind a fence to keep herself out of view. It couldn’t harm. Probably.