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writetomyheart2016-05-30 10:58 pm
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[team sonic] the pinwheel spins
Restarting sonic! But I used the first words from At Night anyway, just because.
Title is from Oh My Girl's Windy Day.
This is the last fic in the accidental winnerxrv series.
". . .your back," Yerim hears through the thrum of her headphones as the lock disengages with an electronic jingle, the door barely open wide enough for her to fit before she's already shoving herself through into the flat, shoes kicked off in the entrance way and bag slung onto the ground before she can fling herself onto the sofa.
"Huh?" she says, pushing the headphones off so they circle around her neck instead, the bass mixing with the throbbing of her pulse from racing up the steps in a mad rush to beat the lift. It doesn't make any sense, sending the empty lift up without her and racing up the steps; she never wins, not up to the seventeenth floor at least, but it's fun somehow. She can't really explain it.
"What's on your back?" Seungyoon repeats himself, propped in the archway between the lounge and the kitchen, and Yerim isn't sure whether she should start yelling about what might be a stowaway insect on her back, or whether it's something more benign.
She opts, hoping, for calmness. "What is it?" she asks, still laid out on the plush fabric, heartbeat slowing.
"Just give me a second," Seungyoon hums, setting down what she sees now is a mug, probably full of tea, before he crosses the wide planks of the wood floor to pluck a yellow slip of paper from her shirt. Good, she thinks, nothing to freak out over, then, but she can't either hide her curiosity, leaning over to see the letters scrawled on the paper.
YOU'RE IT
She blinks.
"What is that supposed to mean?" she asks, glancing up at Seungyoon. "Is it some kind of university thing?" Yerim shuffles back through her memories of the day, but she can't remember anyone looking at her strangely.
"I don't know," he says, shrugging. "It seems pretty harmless though?" A timer goes off in the kitchen and he heads back towards the kitchen, bare feet sliding across the wood.
"Maybe it's like tag?" Yerim calls after him, after a moment's reflection. Seungyoon hums absently from the kitchen, and she soon forgets about the sticky note when her phone beeps, reminding her of an assignment due tomorrow.
She's breathing heavily, practically winded but elated since she managed to beat the lift until all the way to the fifth floor, which is a lot further than she's ever gotten before, and Yerim throws open the front door, practically tripping over her own shoes as she darts into the lounge, eyes scanning the room for Seungyoon. He's not in sight, but the strumming of a guitar from the open balcony door has her grinning as she drops her bag on the ground.
"I made it to the fifth floor!" she exclaims, and Seungyoon grins up at her from where he's sitting cross-legged on a cushion, fingers absently brushing against the strings. It sounds a little like the wind.
"You should try out for track," he says. Yerim shrugs.
"Maybe next year." It sounds nice, but she has a lot of homework and readings and she's determined to make this work, after assuring her parents that she'd be okay living away from home for university, especially when Seungyoon, her cousin, had been looking for a flatmate.
"That's probably a good idea," he says, just as the shrill whistling of a kettle begins to emanate from the kitchen.
"I've got it," Yerim says, since she's already standing, and heads for the kitchen. Seungyoon calls something from behind her, but she's already in the kitchen, turning the kettle off and pouring the hot water in the thermos before she realizes that he'd mentioned something about her back.
"Is there another message on my back?" she asks, walking back and reaching behind herself at the same time so that she almost walks into the glass instead of through the door. Seungyoon's warning shout saves her from a bump on the head though, and she's laughing as she plops down on the ground beside him, note in hand.
TAG SOMEONE
Yerim stares at it for a moment, Seungyoon peering over at the note as well. "I guess it's tag then?" she says. He hums, nodding as his fingers pick out a tune. Yerim purses her lips and thinks about who to tag.
"No notes today!" Yerim calls, kicking her shoes off as the door clicks shut behind her with a musical hum. Seungyoon's perched on the sofa, laptop on the coffee table as he peers at the screen, but he looks up with a bright expression.
"Did you tag someone?" he asks, and Yerim nods, grinning as she lets her bag slide to the ground.
"I didn't know who to tag so I stuck it super lightly to a chair, sticky side out," she says, pleased with her solution.
"Maybe that's what happened to you," Seungyoon adds after a moment, grinning back. "I wonder who got tagged?"
Yerim plops down in the armchair, kicking her legs over the armrest. "It was in the auditorium classroom," she says, thinking, "and I think there's a BIO 101 class after mine? So it could be anyone really."
"I wonder if you'll get tagged again," Seungyoon says, curiosity evident in his tone, but neither of them really have an answer for that and soon enough Yerim is perched on the ground next to the sofa, peering at the screen of his laptop as he shows her some of the things he's working on.
It's a couple weeks, Yerim has progressed to the sixth floor on good days and she's charging through the door, brow sweaty and cheeks glowing because she almost made it to the seventh when a flicker of colour catches her attention. It's a sticky note, fallen to land on one of Seungyoon's running shoes, and the likelihood of it not having fallen off the back of her sweater is pretty low. Yerim bends down to retrieve it, straightening as her eyes skim over the message on the front.
YOU'RE IT
Beneath the large letters, something is scrawled in pencil, but the note is backlit by the light from the balcony doors, making it hard to read, so she wanders over towards the kitchen where Seungyoon is chopping something on the counter.
again?
Yerim squints at the tiny words, trying to make sense of them, as Seungyoon looks up to see the note in her hand.
"The game is afoot?" he says, sounding like he's quoting something from a book, and Yerim wrinkles her forehead in curious frustration.
"I need to figure this out," she says, and Seungyoon laughs at her expression as she sits down at the kitchen table to begin plotting.
Title is from Oh My Girl's Windy Day.
This is the last fic in the accidental winnerxrv series.
". . .your back," Yerim hears through the thrum of her headphones as the lock disengages with an electronic jingle, the door barely open wide enough for her to fit before she's already shoving herself through into the flat, shoes kicked off in the entrance way and bag slung onto the ground before she can fling herself onto the sofa.
"Huh?" she says, pushing the headphones off so they circle around her neck instead, the bass mixing with the throbbing of her pulse from racing up the steps in a mad rush to beat the lift. It doesn't make any sense, sending the empty lift up without her and racing up the steps; she never wins, not up to the seventeenth floor at least, but it's fun somehow. She can't really explain it.
"What's on your back?" Seungyoon repeats himself, propped in the archway between the lounge and the kitchen, and Yerim isn't sure whether she should start yelling about what might be a stowaway insect on her back, or whether it's something more benign.
She opts, hoping, for calmness. "What is it?" she asks, still laid out on the plush fabric, heartbeat slowing.
"Just give me a second," Seungyoon hums, setting down what she sees now is a mug, probably full of tea, before he crosses the wide planks of the wood floor to pluck a yellow slip of paper from her shirt. Good, she thinks, nothing to freak out over, then, but she can't either hide her curiosity, leaning over to see the letters scrawled on the paper.
YOU'RE IT
She blinks.
"What is that supposed to mean?" she asks, glancing up at Seungyoon. "Is it some kind of university thing?" Yerim shuffles back through her memories of the day, but she can't remember anyone looking at her strangely.
"I don't know," he says, shrugging. "It seems pretty harmless though?" A timer goes off in the kitchen and he heads back towards the kitchen, bare feet sliding across the wood.
"Maybe it's like tag?" Yerim calls after him, after a moment's reflection. Seungyoon hums absently from the kitchen, and she soon forgets about the sticky note when her phone beeps, reminding her of an assignment due tomorrow.
She's breathing heavily, practically winded but elated since she managed to beat the lift until all the way to the fifth floor, which is a lot further than she's ever gotten before, and Yerim throws open the front door, practically tripping over her own shoes as she darts into the lounge, eyes scanning the room for Seungyoon. He's not in sight, but the strumming of a guitar from the open balcony door has her grinning as she drops her bag on the ground.
"I made it to the fifth floor!" she exclaims, and Seungyoon grins up at her from where he's sitting cross-legged on a cushion, fingers absently brushing against the strings. It sounds a little like the wind.
"You should try out for track," he says. Yerim shrugs.
"Maybe next year." It sounds nice, but she has a lot of homework and readings and she's determined to make this work, after assuring her parents that she'd be okay living away from home for university, especially when Seungyoon, her cousin, had been looking for a flatmate.
"That's probably a good idea," he says, just as the shrill whistling of a kettle begins to emanate from the kitchen.
"I've got it," Yerim says, since she's already standing, and heads for the kitchen. Seungyoon calls something from behind her, but she's already in the kitchen, turning the kettle off and pouring the hot water in the thermos before she realizes that he'd mentioned something about her back.
"Is there another message on my back?" she asks, walking back and reaching behind herself at the same time so that she almost walks into the glass instead of through the door. Seungyoon's warning shout saves her from a bump on the head though, and she's laughing as she plops down on the ground beside him, note in hand.
TAG SOMEONE
Yerim stares at it for a moment, Seungyoon peering over at the note as well. "I guess it's tag then?" she says. He hums, nodding as his fingers pick out a tune. Yerim purses her lips and thinks about who to tag.
"No notes today!" Yerim calls, kicking her shoes off as the door clicks shut behind her with a musical hum. Seungyoon's perched on the sofa, laptop on the coffee table as he peers at the screen, but he looks up with a bright expression.
"Did you tag someone?" he asks, and Yerim nods, grinning as she lets her bag slide to the ground.
"I didn't know who to tag so I stuck it super lightly to a chair, sticky side out," she says, pleased with her solution.
"Maybe that's what happened to you," Seungyoon adds after a moment, grinning back. "I wonder who got tagged?"
Yerim plops down in the armchair, kicking her legs over the armrest. "It was in the auditorium classroom," she says, thinking, "and I think there's a BIO 101 class after mine? So it could be anyone really."
"I wonder if you'll get tagged again," Seungyoon says, curiosity evident in his tone, but neither of them really have an answer for that and soon enough Yerim is perched on the ground next to the sofa, peering at the screen of his laptop as he shows her some of the things he's working on.
It's a couple weeks, Yerim has progressed to the sixth floor on good days and she's charging through the door, brow sweaty and cheeks glowing because she almost made it to the seventh when a flicker of colour catches her attention. It's a sticky note, fallen to land on one of Seungyoon's running shoes, and the likelihood of it not having fallen off the back of her sweater is pretty low. Yerim bends down to retrieve it, straightening as her eyes skim over the message on the front.
YOU'RE IT
Beneath the large letters, something is scrawled in pencil, but the note is backlit by the light from the balcony doors, making it hard to read, so she wanders over towards the kitchen where Seungyoon is chopping something on the counter.
again?
Yerim squints at the tiny words, trying to make sense of them, as Seungyoon looks up to see the note in her hand.
"The game is afoot?" he says, sounding like he's quoting something from a book, and Yerim wrinkles her forehead in curious frustration.
"I need to figure this out," she says, and Seungyoon laughs at her expression as she sits down at the kitchen table to begin plotting.