#yobyul

the trek to the rink is more than familiar at this point. though, it would be a lie to say it doesn’t feel at least a little different these days. the vibe’s just off. even the weight of the skates slung over his back rests a little strangely between his shoulder blades, like they’re slightly out of place or something. no matter, he’s probably just reading into things too much.

it does cross his mind, briefly, but long enough to have some sort of significance: why she insisted on wanting to learn how to skate of all things. it reminds him too much of an interaction he’d rather forget. the way the light in her eyes faded just a bit when he told her the news upon her return. the slight dip in her tone of voice. raon notices more than he lets on. 

( disappointment stings. )

a turn of the corner has the gray concrete building coming into view. ah, yes. this is where he spent his youth — chasing golden dreams and lofty goals, or what have you. good times, no ? once inside, he spots the shiny hair gathered in a high ponytail first. the puffy jacket and idle fidgeting come into view later. her back is to him, but he doesn’t need to see much more to know that it’s—

“—byul noona !” he calls, closing the distance between the two of them. “you’re early for class, i see.” 

     jiyeon didn’t stargaze much -- not that she didn’t want to, she just never gave it much thought until she had met eunbyul. she knew nothing about the stars, but she had agreed to accompany the older woman anyway. she stared at the sky, eyebrows furrowed as she scanned the vast night sky slowly. it was pretty, like glitter scattered across a black canvas, but she feels a little lost at what she’s supposed to be looking at. there’s a cloud as jiyeon opens her mouth to speak, cheeks and nose pink from the chilled air. “i’m not really sure what i’m supposed to be looking for.” she admits honestly, “it’s pretty though.” 

👻 closed starter for  -`, @yobyul​ ,´-

Following their exchange of messages, Hyejin became increasingly excited to start reading another book with the other. Despite their difference in age, the girl never found it to be an issue. The two bonded easily over a shared love for books; although mysteries were a favorite between the pair, they read books of all sorts. For Hyejin, who was muchlonelierr than her persona made her out to be, Byul’s company was greatly appreciated and very much welcome. 

Since the post office was relatively slow that day, the girl decided to use the downtime to go book shopping for both Byul and herself. While she knew that online books were always an easily accessible option, Hyejin found a sort of comfort in being able to hold a physical copy in her hands. 

After making the purchase, the girl wrapped it in leftover parchment paper that had been sitting around the empty post office, readying the book for a simple delivery. She hugged the package close as she made her way down to the museum’s observatory.