jang nayoung/nana for short. swiftie. bsd stan. hates eggs. wonyoung's lookalike. gilmore girls lover. dancer. writer!in my consistent era
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v. sudden shower
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CHAPTER FIVE ─ sudden shower.
❛ she looks just like a dream, the prettiest girl i've ever seen ❜
Narrator's Perspective
"Thank you for your time," she expressed her gratitude to the Jagam High swimming team. Her smiling face reflected contentment with the outcome of their interview. The boys broke out in chatter on hearing a final note of conclusion and began biding their goodbyes to Eunyoung as well as to each other. Their coach gave Eunyoung a polite smile and a bow before taking his leave, his kind gesture returned by Eunyoung. She switched off her recorder, gathered her stuff and began her walk home.
Reaching the bus stop, she took a seat, a satisfied sigh leaving her mouth which seemed to say "It's over, and I did my best." Just as she looked out the window, she heard someone sit down beside her. Turning around, she couldn't believe whose face she saw. Eunyoung's eyes widened, her pupils constricting into tiny black beads. Her jaw slackens, and a breath hitches in her throat, momentarily stolen by surprise. She blinks rapidly, once, twice, willing herself not to be hallucinating.
"Choi Eunyoung?" Sunjae's voice fell on her ears, "So, you take this bus too?"
Pretending to look at his name tag, Eunyoung said, "Ryu Sunjae?"
"Hmm, that's me," he said rather cooly. His wandering gaze betrayed his faux composure, which went unnoticed by Eunyoung, who was too caught up in processing this new information.
Choi Eunyoung's Perspective
Sunjae and I sat in silence for the first half of the bus ride. I had to fight my instinct to fidget with the hem of my skirt or press the buttons on my MP3 recorder, both of which would make me look like a nervous disaster, not to mention serve no purpose to calm my racing heartbeat. It took all the strength in my body not to look at Sunjae, as I knew that if I did, I doubt I would ever be able to look away. My favourite idol was sitting next to me on a bus, oblivious to his future that I was painfully aware of. After about ten minutes, I thought it was a good opportunity to talk to him privately, and I mustered up some courage to say something.
"The coach was telling me you recently came back from rehab after shoulder surgery," I started as he turned to face me, "How is it that you were able to bounce back so quickly?"
"It feels as if I'm still being interviewed," he said with a cheeky chuckle.
"Sorry to put you on the spot," I apologized quickly with an embarrassed smile, "You don't have to answer that unless you want to."
"I don't mind," he smiled politely, "I think my determination played a major role. During rehab, all I could think of was the day I could swim again. I wanted to start as soon as my doctor said it would be okay."
My lips curled into a smile, which surfaced despite my efforts to conceal it. I recalled the time he said that the day of his last swimming competition was the most heartbreaking moment of his life. He must have been so dejected. The realization hit me like a bulldozer, that Sunjae loved swimming with his whole heart.
"I might not be in the place to say this, but wouldn't it be better to rest a while longer, so you can return when you've regained your strength?" I suggested gently, "Taking time off might do you some good."
"I appreciate your concern, but I feel ready," he argued, "I've rested enough."
Just as I began to speak, the bus came to a screeching halt, the announcement of my stop breaking my train of thought. Sunjae rose to his feet before I could say anything, "I need to get off here."
I sat hesitantly in my seat, trying to comprehend his declaration. I snapped out of my trance and rushed out of the bus. Sunjae stood before me with his back to me.
"Sunjae!" I called out to him.
He was just as surprised to see me, "This is your stop too?"
"Yeah," I said through laughs. We could only chuckle at all the coincidences we realized within about thirty minutes. A fat, cold drop of water spattered on my face, missing my right eye by less than an inch. I flinched in surprise, looking up at the grey skies, darkened by the dense sea of clouds that floated around, threatening to unleash the rain at any moment.
Another drop fell on my face, the water cool against my flushed face. The little droplets were followed by a whole downpour of them, startling me as well as Sunjae, who jumped back. It felt like the sky had opened up and decided to dump its entire bucket of rainwater on us. The wind whipped up instantly, yanking at my hair and sending loose flyers skittering across the sidewalk like startled pigeons.
"What now?" Sunjae shouted over the drumming rain.
"Run!" I yelled back. An unknown instinct took over my body as I reached for Sunjae's hand, which felt twice the size of mine. Warmth filled my body as I clutched his hand tightly and looked up at his face, eyebrows raised in surprise, eyes wide and full of confusion. "Huh?"
I pulled him along as I broke off into a run. I felt his shock too, as his body couldn't react to my impulsive action soon enough. At first, it was as if I dragged him along, but then his feet began to pick up pace, our footsteps splashing against the wet street as we made our way through the narrow lanes leading me home.
For a moment, I looked back at Sunjae, his right hand still clutched mine and his other hand was risen in a desperate attempt to shield his head from the rain. A chuckle escaped my mouth on seeing him struggling. Since smiles are contagious, he began smiling, hesitantly at first, then flashing his dimples in a real laugh. Our voices muffled by the rain rang through the air, drowning out any thoughts I might have had then. His hair flopped atop his head like a puppy's ears, the creased corners of his eyes lighting up his entire face.
Ryu Sunjae's Perspective
I watched in awe as Eunyoung pulled my hand through the streets of a series of familiar narrow, winding lanes. Our hands clutched each other tightly, not letting go for reasons to which we were oblivious. The rain had always felt bothersome; I hated being drenched after spending long hours swimming. It exhausted me, as I drowned in feelings of resentment for it.
Today, this moment, was nothing like anything I had felt before. Adrenaline rushed through my veins pulling me towards Eunyoung as our feet splashed against the wet streets. My gaze wandered to Eunyoung's face. Her long, black hair was getting soaked by the minute, little water droplets running down her face. She looked back at me, laughing heartily at my surprised face. Her lips extended into a bright smile, the creased corners of her eyes expressing happiness I hadn't felt in god knows how long. Unknowingly, I joined in the laughter, the melodies of our voices resounding in my ears, muffled by the rain.
Something about her aura pulled me in, refusing to let me go. It felt like we had become intertwined in a few fleeting moments. I didn't know how long we had been running when her surprisingly tight grip dragged me into a restaurant nearby.
Is this what they call love at first sight?
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nayoung's notes: no matter what universe sunjae is in, he can't escape his loser identity. this scene plays in my head every time it rains 🤧 this is my probablly my favorite chapter(so far) hope you liked it!
delphi's notes: SONAKI BITCHESSS. Not the love at first sight tho.
@the-one-and-only-delphi
next chapter: saturday! (out now) list of chapterss here!
iv. something worth saving
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CHAPTER FOUR ─ something worth saving.
❛ and sometimes you act like a dummy just to catch me by surprise ❜
Narrator's Perspective
The sun shone mercilessly upon Yumi and Eunyoung as they made their way through a narrow lane towards the bus stop. It had a stark contrast from the future which they travelled from, in which the biting breath of winter air cast its icicles all over the city. The prickly heat on their skin felt strangely comforting, melting away the coldness of the bitter truth which awaited them in the future.
"Why do you think we've been brought back here?" Yumi questioned, the details of their unforeseen time travel still unclear.
"We were destined to be here," Eunyoung affirmed, "We've been sent with a purpose. I'm going to prevent Sunjae's death while I'm here. Do you remember how he talked about how heartbroken he was when he had to quit swimming because of his shoulder injury? I'm not going to let it happen. I'll ensure he stays happy and healthy."
"You really think you can do it?" Yumi asked doubtfully, "Not to dampen your spirits, but it seems a little far-fetched, don't you think?"
"I'm going to do everything I can to save him," Eunyoung spoke, her voice laced with determination. Her footsteps landed with a quiet authority, and the tap of her shoes against the pavement resounded a steady beat that spoke of determination. This wasn't just a walk; it was a march towards a future she was now determined to claim.
What am I supposed to do then? Yumi pondered as she dragged her feet along the pavement behind Eunyoung, who walked as if she had springs on her feet.
"Slow down!" she called out, "Or you'll trip, fall and die before you can save Sunjae!"
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"Go ahead for your piano practice," Eunyoung told Yumi, "I'm interviewing the swimming team today."
"You came up with questions already? That was fast," observed Yumi with a smile, acknowledging Eunyoung's eagerness, "Good luck."
"Thanks," she returned Yumi's smile, "I'll see you at home!"
They parted ways and Eunyoung began her walk towards the swimming pool, feelings of giddy excitement swelling up her heart. She had exchanged a mere sum of about ten words with Sunjae. She couldn't fathom how she would hold an entire conversation with him while keeping it formal and maintaining her professionalism. The rest of the swim team would be there to disperse her attention, the thought of which calmed her racing heart.
Eunyoung had harboured a burning ambition to delve into the world of journalism for as long as she could remember. It wasn't the glitz and glamour of the public spotlight that enthralled her; rather, she craved a deeper purpose. Eunyoung yearned to be someone who could bridge the gap between the public's curiosity and the inner workings of successful individuals. She envisioned herself utilising her authority as a reporter not to expose hidden truths, but to illuminate the motivations and thought processes that propelled people to the pinnacles of their fields. Her goal wasn't to tear down but to unravel the intricate tapestries woven from ambition, perseverance, and strategic brilliance residing within successful minds.
As she found herself arriving at her destination, she took a deep breath to calm her nerves before pushing open the massive glass doors of the swimming pool. She entered the building to find the swim team eagerly waiting for her, seated on rows of plastic chairs alongside their coach, who stood up to greet her.
"You've arrived right on time! Take a seat," he led her to another plastic chair in front of the swim team. Her gaze swept across the assembled team, dressed in the boys' uniform of Jagam High School, her eyes lingering on Sunjae for a few brief seconds. She tore away in attempt to restrain herself and smiled at them all, "Thank you for meeting me at such short notice. I'll try to make the most of the limited time we have, as I'm sure all of you are busy. Should I begin?"
She waited for their response, and on receiving a murmur of agreement from the boys she began the recording on her MP3 player.
"Okay, first question," Eunyoung started, "As athletes, what differences do you feel between your lifestyle and habits compared to your other classmates?"
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When Yumi pushed open the door to her usual piano practice room, her eyes widened in shock as she took a step back to take a good look at the place. It looked as though an elephant parade had been conducted here. Her piano had been pushed to a corner sloppily, and a drumset stood at the back of the room, the drumsticks lying carelessly on the floor. A mic stand had been placed in the centre and an electric guitar had been plugged into one of the sockets. The room looked like a very peculiar crime scene, straight out of an Agatha Christie novel, or like the room of an average teenage boy who was obsessed with boy bands. Yumi couldn't decide which one it resembles more.
She took a few hesitant steps into the room, while the door behind her shut with a soft thud. "What in the world?" she whispered to herself.
She began by moving the mic stand to the back of the room along with the drums, which she decided not to attempt to move. Then she reached for the guitar, trying to pull the plug out of the socket. The stubborn appliance resisted her efforts to unplug it, and Yumi realized it was stuck. As she continued to force the guitar plug, the door behind her opened, and someone's footsteps echoed in the room. She turned around to see who it may be and was startled to find a familiar face staring at her, perplexed.
"What do you think you're doing?" Taesung asked her, tilting his head to one side to look at what she was tampering with, "That guitar's mine."
His eyebrows were raised, expressing his suspicion with a playful glint in his eyes, betraying his interrogative tone.
Yumi, being taken aback took a moment to answer him, "Is it? Then what is it doing in this room? I use this space to practice piano."
"The rooms were occupied so we used it yesterday," he explained, "We're moving the stuff now."
"Hold on," Yumi said, "Who is this ❛we❜ you keep mentioning? Why are you talking in plural?"
"Taesung what's taking you so long?" Inhyuk's voice called out as his footsteps approached this room, "How long does it take to bring─ oh hi," he said, noticing Yumi, "I saw you sitting outside the other day."
"Yeah, I saw you too," Yumi replied.
"She's the piano girl," Taesung told Inhyuk, then turning back to Yumi, he asked, "So what were you up to?"
"I was trying to unplug the guitar but it's stuck," said Yumi in frustration.
Taesung reached for the plug and swiftly pulled it out of the socket. "You need to shake it a little."
"Oh," Yumi didn't know what to respond with, "Do you guys need any help moving your instruments?"
"I think we have it under control, but thanks," he thanked her, flashing a bright smile, "My name's Inhyuk. What's yours?"
"Yumi, Choi Yumi," she answered, smiling politely.
"I'm Kim Taesung, while we're at introductions," Taesung jumped in, "Our band is called Eclipse."
"Yeah I know, you guys become sensations in the future," just as she spoke, everything around her became completely still until she was silent again, wondering what had just happened. She tried to repeat the same sentence but was met with the same result.
Can't I talk about future events? she wondered, making a mental note to discuss this with Eunyoung.
"Cool," she replied to the two boys, feigning nonchalantness.
"We'll see you around, then," Inhyuk concluded as he exited the room with Taesung, both carrying their instruments.
All Yumi could do was manage a stilted wave, watching them go about their business. An odd hollowness settled in her chest, a strange counterpart to the usual flurry of thoughts that normally occupied her mind. It was as if a record had been scratched, leaving behind an unsettling silence. The world continued its usual hum around her, but Yumi felt strangely detached, adrift in a sea of muted sensations.
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nayoung's notes: i must say, i thoroughly enjoy putting my characters in awkward situations. i can't wait to show you the next chapter >.< hope you liked this one!
delphi's notes: yumi's so silly honestly, she's just like me. i know she's my oc, but the similarities are a little crazy. she's advocating for all the introverts in love because this is how we act around our crushes lmfao.
@the-one-and-only-delphi
next chapter: friday! (out now) list of chapters here!
iii. opportunities
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CHAPTER THREE ─ opportunities.
❛ but this is getting good now, he's so tall and handsome as hell ❜
Narrator's Perspective
The final bell pierced the air, a sharp clang that shattered the focused hum of the classroom. A collective sigh rippled through the students, a wave of relief washing over them after a day of lessons, tests, and social navigation. Papers rustled as they're shoved into backpacks, textbooks slammed shut with finality.
A teacher who Eunyoung recognized as the head of the school newspaper approached her as she and Yumi made their way to the gate.
"Eunyoung! I'm so glad I caught you!" she sighed in relief, "There's an article that we need done urgently for next week. It involves interviewing the swimming team regarding the upcoming tournament. I understand you're swarmed in other schoolwork too, but could you cover it this one time? The boy who was supposed to write it is down with chicken pox, and won't be able to complete it."
"Sure Ma'am, it's no hassle," Eunyoung agreed with a smile, her heart swelling up with happiness, "I'll submit it by next week."
"Thank you so much!"
As the teacher left, Yumi stared at Eunyoung with a teasing smile. "I don't remember this happening before."
"This article was given to someone else because I declined it," Eunyoung answered, smiling, "I was never one for sports."
"You're getting used to this era pretty well, I see," the teasing smile was still plastered on Yumi's face.
"I hope you remember that you have piano practice at the music club today," Eunyoung attempted to change the topic.
"I remember it very well," Yumi answered, noticing the shift as well as her sister's flushed face, "Enjoy writing your article," she winked and skipped away.
Eunyoung, a smile playing on her lips, strolled leisurely towards the bus stop. The familiar path triggered a wave of deja vu, a feeling that mirrored her experience earlier that day. It was as if she were walking this very route not for the first time today, but for the hundredth, a memory from fifteen years ago inexplicably resurfacing.
Reaching the bus stop, she was met with the usual chaos - a throng of students jostling for a spot on the overflowing bus. But amidst the sea of uniforms, a single figure caught her eye. There, like a beacon cutting through the crowd, stood Sunjae. His beauty was undeniable - flawless features that seemed sculpted by the gods, and a mess of fluffy hair that cascaded down his forehead. He was a picture of youthful perfection, a vision that both startled and soothed her.
So, this is the bus he takes... She thought to herself, the fact that she takes the same one slipping her mind completely.
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Yumi dragged her feet along the pavement, making her way to the school music club to practice piano. Learning the piano was never something she wanted to do, but continued passively as she loathed the idea of quitting in the middle of learning. She remembers ceasing to practice after law school, which meant she hadn't touched a piano for nearly fifteen years. She couldn't recall her dislike for it, but reckoned that those old emotions would come crashing back to her the second she sat down on her piano stool.
Upon reaching the looming building, she was unable to take any steps inside, but simply gaped at it in silence. It was a place she kept revisiting, every single day, no matter what. Coming to practice consistently was something her younger self had never challenged, but now as she viewed life from a different lens, that had been weathered by adversities, she began to question if there was any meaning in these recurring religious visits.
Drawing up the courage from an unknown source within her, she entered the building with a blank, bored face. Sitting down at the waiting area outside the various practice rooms, she dug out her music sheets from her backpack, attempting at familiarizing herself with them after being parted for dog ages.
Then suddenly, a cry of agitation diverted her focus to the source of the sound.
"Yah! Kim Taesung! I can't believe you're late again!" Inhyuk scolded the boy.
Yumi turned her head the other way to find out who he was looking at. Her eyes fell upon a messy-looking boy- seemingly from her school, wearing just a white shirt with no tie and a bright red biker jacket. His hair fell loosely on his face, ruffled by the wind. He had a cat-like face and a cheeky demeanour as he smiled sheepishly at Inhyuk, "Let me go this time, I really got stuck in traffic."
"What bullshit," Inhyuk countered, "It doesn't even take 10 minutes to walk from school to here. Quit dilly-dallying and get your act together."
Taesung scoffed and murmured another apology.
Just then, a strong gust of wind blew through the open door, and the music sheets on which Yumi's grip had loosened while staring at the unknown boy, scattered across the floor. Both Inhyuk and Taesung lunged to grab them in time before they could fly away while Yumi closed the door. Taesung gathered the sheets from the ground and from Inhyuk and handed them to her.
"Here," he said. Yumi looked up at his eyes creased with a smile. All she could do was stare at his face blankly.
Why am I behaving like this?
"Thank you," she mumbled and took the sheets and made a run for the piano room.
"How odd..." Taesung muttered under his breath.
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"So, what, you just stared at his face?" Eunyoung questioned after Yumi narrated the events of that day.
"I said thank you after," Yumi corrected, unsure of what to feel.
"How polite," Eunyoung said thoughtfully, "What about Inhyuk, did you talk to him?"
"What do you think?" Yumi retorted, "I need a reason to talk to him."
"I guess," she answered, "What about the other guy? You think he knows Sunjae?"
"I don't know," Yumi confessed, "Guess I'll have to find out."
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nayoung's notes: taesung cat agenda is going to continue throughout this book btw. hope you enjoyed reading this!
delphi's notes: let's go taesung debut! the best thing is that yumi just freezes when she sees him lmfao. she's so real for that.
@the-one-and-only-delphi
next chapter: saturday! (out now) list of chapters here!
ii. start afresh
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CHAPTER TWO ─ start afresh.
❛ i hate it here so i will go to secret gardens in my mind ❜
Narrator's Perspective
"Oy! You over there!" hollered the girl standing in line behind Yumi, "You're holding up the entire line. Hurry up, we don't have all day!"
Yumi's head swung to look at the girl who spoke, "Sorry," she murmured an apology as she caught up with the rest of the queue. Eunyoung stood in front of her, just as confused.
They both were clad in their high school uniforms, bringing back nostalgia which couldn't erase the feeling that they had gotten lost in time. Was this a hallucination? A flashback? Neither of them were able to figure it out. As they spotted an empty table and took a seat, Eunyoung looked around the massive hall, attempting to recognize it. A wave of deja vu came over her, "Where are we? Is this-" Her voice trailed off as she made sense of the familiarity.
"What? What is it?" asked Yumi in anticipation.
"This is our cafeteria from high school" she whispered, unable to believe it herself.
"This is Jagam High School?!" she shrieked, not realizing how much attention she had drawn to herself as a result. Heads turned to look at her and students began to whisper.
"What's wrong with her?"
"What a weirdo..."
"She's realizing this now?"
"Isn't that our senior?"
"Keep your voice down," Eunyoung shushed her, slapping her shoulder.
"I don't understand," Yumi's embarrassment never surfaced due to her desire to clear the foggy haze of confusion in her head.
"Beats me," Eunyoung sympathized, taking a bite of bibimbap from her plate. As the taste hit her tastebuds, a feeling of deja vu swept over her, "The nostalgia is crazy. What happened to us? How did we end up here?"
"It's almost as if we teleported between times."
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After gulping down their lunch as fast as humanly possible, Yumi and Eunyoung rushed to their old- or current- classrooms. They dashed through the hallways, which were almost empty during the lunch break and sprinted up the stairs.
On entering the classroom, Eunyoung went straight to the calendar hung on a softboard at the back of the room. "2008," she whispered.
"What?" gasped Yumi.
"We've time travelled to 2008," Eunyoung couldn't believe it herself. She reached for her desk, which was in the exact place it used to be fifteen years ago. Rummaging through her bag, she looked for the Sonaki CD. To her surprise, she found it in the front pocket, exactly as she had kept it after the concert.
"Does this have anything to do with it?" Yumi queried.
"That's what I was thinking," she suddenly realized that Sunjae attended the adjoining school, which would mean...
A frantic Eunyoung tore down the hallway, each pounding step echoing her mounting worry. The stairs became a blur as she took them two at a time, the need to reach a certain destination gnawing at her. Her legs burned with exertion, but she pushed on, driven by an unseen force until finally, she burst through the school doors and sprinted towards the pool.
Just as she reached the gate, a gruff voice stopped her in her tracks. The stern watchman, his weathered face etched with disapproval, barred her entry. "This area is off-limits, child," he boomed. "Go back inside."
Undeterred, Eunyoung's determination only intensified. Skirting the perimeter of the building, her eyes scanned for a way to see what transpired within the forbidden zone. Finally, a glimmer of hope – a small, forgotten window offered a peek into the forbidden aquatic world. Relief washed over her as she peered through the dusty pane.
Inside, a scene unfolded before her eyes. The pool, usually a serene oasis, had transformed into a battlefield of friendly competition. Half a dozen boys, sleek figures cutting through the water, participated in what appeared to be a mock race. As they finished, their bodies erupted from the surface, a symphony of droplets and triumphant cheers.
Eunyoung's gaze darted across the pool deck, searching with frantic intensity. Then, amidst the jubilant chaos, she spotted him – Sunjae. Her heart, a heavy stone in her chest moments ago, began to lighten. There he was, clad in a swimming costume, a blue towel slung casually over his bare torso. A genuine smile stretched across his face, a stark contrast to the dark premonition that had been haunting her. In that moment, the weight of the future, the knowledge of a terrible fate that awaited him, seemed to recede for a glorious, fleeting moment. All that mattered was the sight of him, alive and happy.
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Eunyoung's little rendezvous to the swimming pool of the neighboring school had cost her one entire History lecture. Lost in worry and the subsequent relief of seeing Sunjae safe, she completely lost track of time. By the time she sheepishly crept back to her classroom door, a full hour had elapsed. The stern face of her History teacher greeted her, with surprise (given Eunyoung's usual punctuality), but with a hint of disapproval that quickly morphed into exasperation.
The lecture was in full swing, and Eunyoung, red-faced and stammering apologies, was banished to the hallway. There she stood, for what felt like an eternity, the closed classroom door a barrier not just to the ongoing lesson but also a symbol of her own lapse in judgment. The droning murmur of lecture notes from within only amplified the emptiness in her stomach from the gnawing guilt of disrupting class.
Finally, after what seemed like an age, the dreaded hour ended, and a new teacher arrived. This one, perhaps sensing Eunyoung's remorse in her slumped posture and downcast eyes, took pity on her. With a curt nod and a muttered warning, the teacher unlocked the door, allowing Eunyoung to slink back in, vowing to never again let her emotions override her common sense.
Yumi greeted her with a teasing smile and gestured for her to sit down beside her. Attempting to shake off the embarrassment from her punishment, she took her seat and looked straight forward at the blackboard.
"What the hell did you do?" asked Yumi in whispers.
"I paid a visit to the swimming pool," she whispered back, her unwavering eyes glued to the backboard.
"Swimming pool? Why?" as she pondered over the possible reasons Eunyoung would go there, all of a sudden, the realization hit her. She smirked at Eunyoung, "Oh, I see how it is."
This time, Eunyoung turned to look at Yumi, understanding her implications, "Oh, shut up, You know it's not like that. I went so I could see Sunjae."
"In a swimming costume, that is," Yumi added cheekily.
"Stop putting words in my mouth and focus on the class."
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nayoung's notes: i had a lot of internal conflict (marcus brutus core 🎀) about how to start this scene. what i originally decided with delphi was that they wake up at home, but i thought it would be more fun if they ended up somewhere abruptly, and what better place to embarrass my (our) characters than in school? hope u liked it!
delphi's notes: i love the last dialogue between our characters ajnakds. nana and i would definitely have that kind of conversation lmfao. eunyoung i know what you are ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
@the-one-and-only-delphi
next chapter: friday! (out now) list of chapters here!
i. life: a tempest
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CHAPTER ONE ─ life: a tempest.
❛ there was something 'bout you, that now I can't remember ❜
Narrator's Perspective
To Eunyoung, Ryu Sunjae was like a bright star shining in the sky, so far away yet he cast his light over the whole world. He was unreachable, beyond the horizon, yet she felt she could touch him if she jumped high enough. Seeing him in person at the Eclipse concert was like a fever dream. Stepping out of the stadium, she was still in awe as she stood agape next to her sister, Yumi. The soft melody of ❛Sonaki❜ rang in her head, drowning out all her other thoughts.
"Oy, Eunyoung!" Yumi called out for the third time, "Everyone is leaving for send-off, come quickly or we won't get a good spot."
"Huh?" said Eunyoung. Hearing Yumi's voice pulled her back to reality and she took a few seconds to process her words, "Coming."
"Looks like your brain became slow after seeing Sunjae up close."
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Eunyoung's gaze landed on Sunjae, and she couldn't help but call out, "Sunjae! Please sign this for me!" With a warm smile, he received the CD she offered and added his autograph.
"Thank you for coming," he expressed. Their fingers brushed briefly as he returned the signed ❛Sonaki❜ CD. The fleeting touch sent a jolt through Eunyoung, a fluttering sensation that mimicked a thousand butterflies taking flight in her stomach.
She navigated her way out of the crowd once all the members had departed and waited outside the buzzing concert venue. She scanned the place for Yumi as they separated among the hundreds, if not, thousands of fans hoping to interact with their idols. The excitement she felt a few moments ago lingered like an afterglow of sorts. Her hand reached up to her chest, trying to calm the rapid beating of her heart.
"Eunyoung!" Yumi called out to her sister through the sea of fans.
Eunyoung's head whipped around to look at Yumi. Spotting her, she waved at Yumi, who made her way through the crowd towards her.
"Any luck?" asked Eunyoung eagerly.
"High five from Inhyuk," she answered dreamily, "I've won in life."
"Good for you, girl! Ahh I'm so happy for you," she exclaimed.
"How about you? Did Sunjae look at you?" she questioned. Eunyoung grinned in response.
"Even better," she was smiling from ear to ear, "He signed my CD and our fingers brushed when he gave it back to me!"
"Gosh, you are one lucky fan!" Yumi said, locking arms with Eunyoung, "Come on now, time to go back to reality."
"I think I'm always going to be here in my mind," Eunyoung beamed as Yumi dragged her towards her car.
The snow fell like a secret whisper at first. Individual flakes, like tiny, lost stars, drifted down from the iron-gray sky. Each one landed on the cold ground with a soft thump, "It's the first snow of the season," whispered the two sisters in unison.
💿
Eunyoung was flopped down on the couch at her and Yumi's shared apartment, staring at the ceiling in wonder and amazement. She was yet to get over the initial shock of the events of that night. After years of admiring him from afar, she finally saw him up close.
"For how long do you plan on sitting there like that?" Yumi interrogated, "Aren't you going to listen to the CD?"
She sprung up suddenly, "Oh, right! I should do that! Maybe it'll sound different this time."
Yumi chuckled and shook her head on hearing the happiness in Eunyoung's voice, "Sunjae is lucky to have you."
Eunyoung shuffled through her bag, looking for the CD; On finding its case, she gently placed it on her desk next to her CD player. Carefully, she lifted the CD, its smooth surface cool against her fingers, sending tingles through her body. She placed the shiny side down on the tray, the colorful picture facing up. It looked almost like a tiny spaceship about to take off. Yumi's panicked voice diverted her attention as Eunyoung turned to look at her.
"Look, Eunyoung," Yumi appeared as if she had encountered a ghost, "This article says that Ryu Sunjae committed suicide."
"What?!" She exclaimed, feeling all the sensation leaving her body, "Show me that!"
In agitation, she snatched the phone from Yumi's hand, skimming through the article as her breathing became increasingly erratic. How is it possible? He was right there- he smiled at me just moments ago! There were a million thoughts running through her mind, her eyes welling up, tears threatened to spill any second.
"What? How is this-" her voice cracked desperately hoping for someone to prove the article wrong. Yumi wholeheartedly felt her panic and frustration. Eunyoung shoved the phone back into Yumi's hands.
Eunyoung fell back on the chair behind her, reaching for her phone as falling tears blurred her vision. In this rollercoaster of emotions, her hand pushed a button on the CD player and the signed CD slid into the machine. As the tray clicked shut, the soft piano melody of the first verse of Sonaki resounding in their ears.
Eunyoung's lower lip trembled the second the sound landed on her ears, her arms erecting in goosebumps as she began to sob quietly. Tears filled up Yumi's eyes as the grip of her hand loosened and her phone crashed onto the floor.
Suddenly the music came to a halt and the digital display showing the duration of the song flickered to show 3:00.
"Huh?"
The soft symphony of snowflakes tapping on the window screeched to a halt. Yumi and Eunyoung, enveloped in their grief over Sunjae's passing, barely registered the sudden silence. It descended upon the room like a shroud, a tangible manifestation of their sorrow. Time itself seemed to hold its breath, mourning alongside them. In that suspended moment, the world around them dissolved. The familiar walls of their room rippled and warped, morphing into a swirling vortex. With a dizzying rush, the sisters found themselves hurtled through the churning mass, flung headlong into another era.
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nayoung's notes: i never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that i would publish this fic so soon ⫪⫪ i've literally poured my heart and soul into this, not even kidding. wrote this for everyone who can't get over lovely runner (like us). hoping you liked it <3 also wonyoung in the header is so gorgeous i can't 😫✋
delphi's notes: let me assure you that you are NOT ready for this fic *devious laughter* i can't believe we're finally publishing something after years of making this account. sorry for trolling you 🤡 we'll try our best not to post and ghost 🙏
@the-one-and-only-delphi
next chapter: saturday! (out now) list of chapters here!
TOWARDS YOU
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TOWARDS YOU ─ lovely runner.
❛ i might not get up, i might stay down bad ❜
jang wonyoung as choi eunyoung
❛ have i known you twenty seconds or twenty years? ❜
byeon wooseok as ryu sunjae
❛ you are a gift, given by the sky ❜
kim minji as choi yumi
❛ without ever touching his skin, how can i be guilty as sin? ❜
song geonhee as kim taesung
❛ don't forget to kiss me, or else you'll have to miss me ❜
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nayoung's notes: delphi and i went through so much watching this show lmfao. i just wanted her to watch this show because i thought she would like the plotline but she became so obsessed and convinced me to write another fic with her. i'm thrilled with how TOWARDS YOU unfolded. i hope you enjoy reading this as much we(I) enjoyed writing it! also, sorry if we scammed you lmfao new chapters ever friday and saturday!
delphini's notes: to be completely honest, this show was a wild ride for me and I didn't expect us to come as far as we have but well; sit back and enjoy the show. ;)
chapter list here
@the-one-and-only-delphi
TOWARDS YOU ── lovely runner.
𝗧𝗢𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗗𝗦 𝗬𝗢𝗨 ─ a lovely runner fanfiction.
even if the whole world turns its back, i'll be right here, running towards you.
𝗮𝗻 𝘂𝗻𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆𝗯𝗳𝗳𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗱𝘂𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻
(do not repost) (all rights reserved) (new chapters every friday and saturday) (ON HIATUS TILL APRIL 4TH)
list of chapters:
TOWARDS YOU (intro)
i. life: a tempest
ii. start afresh
iii. opportunities
iv. something worth saving
v. sudden shower
vi. coincidences? or were they?
vii. desperate measures for desperate times
viii. heartbeat
ix. silent confession
x. a taste of victory
xi. strings of fate
xii. melting
xiii. pieces of my shattered heart
xiv. the space between us
xv. echoes of yesterday
xvi. my fragile heart
xvii. bandaids don't fix bullet holes
xviii. the anatomy of a smile
xix. on my mind
xx. heart to heart
xxi. clarity in the darkness
xxii. you and me and awkward silence
xxiii. whispers in the dark
xxiv. the start of something new
xxv. between notes and secrets
xxvi. all roads lead to rome
xxvii. dead end
xxviii. the aftermath
xxix. blackout
xxx. the memory of you
xxxi. second chances
xxxii. your embrace
xxxiii. the ticking clock
xxxiv. the rose that grew thorns
xxxv. tunnel vision
xxxvi. those eyes
xxxvii. home is where the heart is
xxxviii. undeniable
xxxix. looking back
xl. whispers from the past
xli. threads of fate and regret
xlii. piercing through my soul
xliii. unfinished business
xliv. truths unspoken
xlv. break free
xlvi. intoxicating
xlvii. unforgettable
xlviii. hopeless
xlix. drifting away
l. all because i liked a boy
li. thunderstorm
lii. rain, romance and revelations
new fanfiction titled TOWARDS YOU coming out this wednesday! stay tuned! <3
with @the-one-and-only-delphi
so obsessed with her lately 🍓 PS: sorry for the post and ghost 🫢🤐 edit: HELP- i was supposed to post this on my sideblog TT
𝐢. 𝗇𝖺𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀'𝗌 𝗌𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝖽𝖾!
disclamer! these tips are all from experience, they've been tried and tested by yours truly. please note that i am not a skin specialist, and if you have any major skin concerns, visit a dermatologist! always remember that you are beautiful just the way you are, and these tips are aiming to help you achieve a healthier overall lifestyle.
i. skin types: everyone's skin is different! so, the first and most important step is to find out what kind of skin you have. is it oily? is it often dry? is it sensitive to certain products? determining your skin type will aid you in finding products that work for you, making it a crucial step.
ii. drink more water: i know, you've heard it a million times! but i cannot emphasise how important it is to drink water! not just for your skin, but it benefits your overall health and well-being. dehydration can cause dryness, and oiliness- which can lead to heat boils and breakouts. drinking 2-3 litres of water every day can clear up your skin significantly!
iii. avoid oily and fried foods: health begins on the inside, so we must nourish our skin the same way! oily foods can clog your pores, and make your skin greasy. in general, processed and fried food is bad for your health as it is full of preservatives and artificial flavouring. although it is important to treat yourself from time to time, avoid eating these on a daily basis.
iv. stop touching your face: i understand how hard this might be for some of you because we end up subconsciously touching our face from time to time, but not touching your face is a crucial habit and you must train yourself to reduce the number of times you touch your face. touching your face with unwashed hands makes your skin oily and dirty. song jia revealed she only touches her face while applying basic skincare or washing her face. it seems impossible, but you can do it!
v. apply sunscreen daily: no matter what, you must include sunscreen in your skincare routine. regardless of the weather, it's important since the uv rays from the sun harm your skin, and pollutants in the air (especially in the city) can damage your skin significantly. i use neutrogena and it's super lightweight and gives your skin a glowy and clean look.
vi. weather matters: weather conditions play a big role in determining which skincare products you should be using. for example- if you live near the sea coast, you might not need to moisturise due to severe humidity, but if you live in a cold and dry country, a heavy moisturiser might be advisable! if you are interested in skincare tips for people living in tropical countries- comment!
vii. facewash usage: again, it depends on where you live. i personally live near the coast, so i end up washing my face thrice a day due to constant sweating. during winter, take a call on whether you need to use a facewash in the mornings. over-cleansing can strip your skin of natural oils, which does more harm than good. if the climate where you live is not too severe, i would recommend washing your face twice a day.
nayoung's note: hope these tips helped you! feel free to let me know how they worked in the comments.
𝐢𝐢. 𝗇𝖺𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗀'𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗀𝗎𝗂𝖽𝖾
books to start the new year right!
Atomic Habits- James Clear
Ikigai- Francesc Miralles and Hector Garcia
The Compound Effect- Darren Hardy
The Magic of Thinking Big- David J. Schwartz
Big Magic- Elizabeth Gilbert
The Dip- Seth Godin
Eat That Frog!- Brian Tracy
Surrounded by Idiots- Thomas Erikson
Rich Dad Poor Dad- Robert Kyosaki
The Secret Life of Money- Daniel Davies and Tess Read
goodbye, 2023!
here's a hot take: how about you actually study instead of watching gilmore girls?
just know that this is completely self-directed thank you very much
˚. ♩ i'm the wind in our free-flowing sails ⁺ . and the liquor in our cocktails ⭒ ֗
✟ ˚ ｡⋆ ๋࣭ and i swear . . . ( +📜 )
𓇼࣪࣪ ⁺ ๋࣭⭑ i'm only cyptic and machiavellian cause i care 𓂃 ࣪˖
i had scheduled this april 19th but it got posted early?!!
﹒ʬʬ , all's fair in love & poetry
It's my 1 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳
omg 😭 i cant believe its been a year!!
૮ っ˕ 𝆬 𝅄⠀if i don't take care of myself, nobody will. ׅ ࣪ ᧔♡᧓
hi lovely people! this is an introduction post for the kind of content i want to start posting here. i will be posting wonyoungism type of content- like skincare, makeup tips- things like that. of course i'll still be posting my writing on @iheart-nana stay tuned! <3
; 𝘤𝘰𝘱𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘦 . . .
; 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘰 :: 𝘯𝘢𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘴-𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵-𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘢 . . .
im making it look easy
just between us, do you remember it all too well?
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@the-one-and-only-delphi
࣪𓇻 ݁ㅤׂ if a man talks sh!t then i owe him nothing . . .
ྀི ⁺ ͙۪ 🥀 i don't regret it one bit cause he had it coming
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͟ ͟ ͟⬚͒ *˚⁺‧͙ all's fair in love and war ✶﹐
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(+📜) dear reader ,
when you aim at the devil 𓈒 𓇼ㅤׂ make sure you don't miss.
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and isn't it just so pretty to think? that all along there was some invisible string tying you to me . . . ✩★
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﹒ ʬʬ ﹒₊﹒✶﹑kissin' and hope they caught us﹏ ﹪
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