#softprose

@softprose​

suspended in time, she is restricted from movement. her body, or this form of her body, is more solid than a living one. it’s as if she’s held down by heavy chains connected to every limb of this... whatever this is. all she can do is watch as the casket that envelops her body lower into the cold ground. the farther it went down, the more those below cried out her name. her lips beg to be separated, they beg for a second of movement. she’s crying... my miran. she feels a pull and immediately resists. there was no way she was leaving, not after dying unjustly. sickness-- just a cruel joke in disguise of a wish from God to have another angel up in heaven. fuck that bullshit.

the road home is silent. yejin follows the bright white lights from the car after the long day. she yearns to hold her hands, but to see her would be too much of a shock to miran, so she holds back and watches her lover from above. inside is quiet and yejin is desperate to make some noise just so miran won’t feel alone. i’m right here. three years isn’t enough and there is so much left to do. yejin follows the other around, making sure she isn’t visible, at least not right now. she understands the heartbreak the other must feel and it hurts to not be able to hold her. she walks towards the table and plays their favorite song on miran’s phone.

bundled up and racing home in an attempt to escape the chill that felt almost oppressive now that winter had truly settled in, she'd almost missed the figure sitting in the window of the silver spoon, hunched over a laptop and glowering at the screen. while it wasn't a familiar sight, tessa had the sneaking suspicion that it might not be entirely unfamiliar to astrid - and that maybe a month ago she might've been found in the same position, just in england. needless to say, it felt like a quick detour was necessary, if only to rescue a potential new friend from a look she was sure she sometimes had when staring at a schedule or a request that felt impossible to solve. times when she herself often wished for someone to distract her, if only so her mind could stop dwelling on what she was focused on, and perhaps she'd come up with a solution whenever she returned to it. stepping inside the diner, tessa took the seat opposite to astrid with a warm smile. "i believe it might be time i rescue you from your laptop - it looks like you're having a staring contest and losing. is the editing not going well?"

@softprose // jinsoo and soyi

he likes to think that he can take most things in stride. not-his-typical character? definitely doable. juggling a few different project? easy. unconventional love line? sounds like a great challenge. doing his own stunt in a movie? potentially dangerous, but he can tackle it. 

but this is...something new. it’s a little refreshing but there are a lot of variables that he just doesn’t have control of.

for one, there’s a complete stranger sitting awfully close to him. and there are also about 5 cameras around them with uh...half a dozen crew members. he knows that even if they aren’t the most entertaining right now, by the time this is edited and by the time the first round of promotions for the movie go out, people will probably be eating this up.

park chanil has a lot invested for this movie--he’s got a very specific vision and there’s a lot of weight being thrown around about a sequel already, so jinsoo supposes he can kind of understand the reasoning for this leading role retreat.

“winter or summer? hot or cold coffee? spring or fall? spicy or sweet?”

they’re doing the speed compatibility quiz and he’s hoping that things just get easier from here on-- “summer, cold, fall, spicy.”

there’s a few more random questions that they’re set to discuss before the crew members turn their cameras off and away, and he sighs. there’s no denying things are a little awkward--soyi seems really nervous, but she’s got such a professional demeanor that jinsoo is incredibly impressed.