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two bros chilling less than 5 feet apart cause they’re bros

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           with blue skies and sunshine aplenty, today feels like the exemplar of summer break, featuring none other than the highly coveted trifecta of good weather, good food, & a good friend. children race by with cardboard planes and sand pails, and, perched atop the peak of the jungle gym, fumi especially looks like she’s ready to pose for a summer billboard or commercial -- a fat burger posed in hand as the cool breeze leisurely ruffles the shock of red across her shoulders. by contrast, yerin sits on her rung below without any special treats from mos burger today; she’s been trying to save up for a new backpack this fall so that means a more homemade lunches from now on ( she lies and says she’s on a diet instead ) .

         yet in spite of the lively conversation involving sky diving & motorbikes, her eyes stray too magnetized to fumi’s bun ( it’s been a while since she’s had a cheeseburger ). to her surprise, fumi notices the hamburger-hankering mid-sentence; yerin gives a sheepish laugh to be so shamefully discovered. her own humble lunch box of squid sundae and cabbage doesn’t seem to suit the sunny atmosphere half as well . . . more suited for snacking at the engawa or the beachside. so the offer’s tempting as a result, but . . . has fumi had sundae before?  not everyone’s a fan, and she’s honestly a bit skeptical of her own cooking with this particular dish ( had she known she would be sharing with fumi, she would have put in more effort this morning! ). yerin pauses slightly uncertain as consequence, honored by the proposal but not wanting to disappoint fumi. when it comes to cooking, she feels she has a certain reputation to uphold.

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           after hours & hours of attempting to stuff her memory with just one more formula, yerin’s reached her limit. equations and measurements have begun to swim together on the page and she isn’t sure how she’s going to survive tomorrow’s exam. but she’s still grateful for the company – laughing at fumi’s jokes and then half-scolding her for not taking the studying seriously manages to keep yerin going for a bit longer than usual. even when they’re surrounded by walls of endless tomes. there is one brief moment of reprieve when she does fall asleep after correcting her work, sent drifting and drooling … but fumi’s comment about the math alphabet quickly rouses her again, promptly shaking off yerin’s dreams of pies & cats in glasses.

           ❝ oop – ❞ she sits up briskly as if caught in class – then pulls off the post-it that had glued itself to her cheek. fumi’s sentence comes to her a few seconds late after the fog of sleep, but her reaction’s a mix of a laugh and a groan. ❝ a-h – fumi-chan …  ❞ she buries her face in her hands, palms rubbing her cheeks in hopes of stirring some life again. how her friend could still stay so energized after all this reading is a feat she’ll never be capable of – maybe she should have spent some time observing fumi’s studying techniques rather than sticking her own nose to the books the entire time. unlike yerin who has to constantly multi-task at the store to keep up with her studies, fumi never seems to have to worry much about academics – even surging ahead with their summer homework last year.

( soft affection ❜ ⋮ not accepting

after scouring the colorful designs & expertly angling their way through the crowd, they magically manage to find their teacup from last year – still pink, still lovey, and still completely wrong for them. and even now, yerin could remember their conversation before the ride began … her joking about them picking the obvious couple one with the big hearts, and fumi running headlong with the gag as always – even ready to declare war against real lovers with the same pick. she merged victorious in the race, as expected, and they spun around blurred together for a happy minute. now with the same tinselly tune playing & the same smell of buttered popcorn, it really feels like just yesterday they were here on their valentine’s day date. 

but it’s been 365 days since then.

and sitting in the heart teacup with fumi again readying at the wheel, yerin sees the beginning of a pattern …  no, the end of it, as she has to make it. the tickets in her hand last week had already presaged the days that would come to pass if she just lets this continue. it’s been more than a year of being in love with her best friend, but it feels like more than a century of heartache. and she isn’t helping anyone with these feelings that at times render her hot & cold, afraid of revealing too much and afraid of being invisible. she had already decided this morning that today would be the last day, and tomorrow – tomorrow she’d try to change. 

but it’s difficult when fumi cozies up to her in the cup, squeezing close as her hands clutch the white plastic steer. ❝ fumi-chan, you’re squishing me, ❞ she laughs – yet for this second, she’ll let herself cherish the moment, cherish the way fumi’s red hair spills over her shoulder, the way her lips purse in determination. she wishes they could stay like this, having fun forever, with fumi never hurt, too . . and it’s that last thought that drives her to snip these strings, to free her friend more than herself. she smiles a little, taking the wheel too as their hands brush together.

when they go home tonight, she would leave behind the her that loved fumi like this. 

(  harvest moon asks ❜ ⋮ accepting

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#listen#the mundanity and countryside-feeling yerin exhibits is EXACTLY WHAT makes her interesting#go give a follow if ya wanna interact with more slice-of-life muggle charas#do you like the atmosphere and shit from Little Forest (both j & kdrama versions)??#what about Cooking with Dog??#or those miniature cooking vids????#mix up the feel and vibes and all that aesthetic shit in a damn bowl and you've got yerin#i wont spoil anything else you'll have to go read up on ur own!!