Rainy Days
Dec. 29th, 2011 09:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wonderlifeAuthor: Nichole
Rated: PG
Word Count: 904
Story Title: Rainy Days
Summary: Chan-wook's worst days are when it rains.
He’s always hated the rain, though he has no idea why. If he’s completely honest with himself, it could be for a number of reasons, none of which he likes to remember. His grandmother once told him that he was born on a rainy spring afternoon; that his mother died that same rainy day. His best friend in the entire world, well he got that kid killed on a rainy summer’s night. And then there was Takara. She was absolutely terrified of the rain, had been for as long as he had known her.
Kaori had once told Chan-wook that bad things happened to Takara when it rained. Though, she hadn’t said what exactly happened to Takara during those times. He learned later that Takara’s twin had died during a rainy morning and that it had been raining the fall day that Takara was diagnosed with her mental illness. She had been fifteen then, the day her life started to end.
If she hadn’t been ill, Kaori would never have given Takara to Chan-wook when she turned seventeen. If she hadn’t been with him, Chan-wook knew that Takara wouldn’t have died. Maybe she would have ended up a Hostess like Kaori, or maybe she would have ended up the wife of some uneducated laborer – but at least she would have been alive.
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Standing on the edge of the rooftop, she thinks the lights from the buildings look like fireflies. She wants to reach out and touch them, take them in her hands and clasp them tightly against her chest. But, when she reaches out, the lights are too far away for her to grasp firmly; she can’t even touch them. Suddenly, for no reason at all, Takara starts to cry.
“Takara,” it’s a familiar voice, and it’s calling her name from somewhere far away. She turns her head slightly and sees him – Chan-wook – staring at her. There’s panic in his dark eyes and his arms are stretched out toward her. Takara thinks that he must see her as a firefly; or, maybe he’s trying to reach them too. “Takara. . . come to Chan-wook. Let’s go for a walk.”
She glances from him to the skyline of the city and back to Chan-wook again. “I think it’s going to rain.”
“No,” he shakes his head fiercely, even as thunder crashed from somewhere nearby. “it’s not supposed to rain today.”
Chan-wook moves a step forward. He’s scared that one wrong move will send Takara flying off the building. He cannot scare her; he cannot cause her to doubt him. He just has to get her back into his arms and it’ll all be okay again.
“Please, please come.” Chan-wook can hear the quiver in his voice. When he feels water on his face, he isn’t sure if it’s his tears or the rain. “Please don’t leave me alone.”
Takara’s eyes stay focused on Chan-wook’s, though she doesn’t seem to be looking at him. Slowly, like a frightened deer, she moves away from the edge. She moves toward him, and Chan-wook cannot tell if it’s the rain or if she’s crying, all he knows is that her face is soaked.
Before he knows what he’s doing, Chan-wook has Takara wrapped in his arms. He whispers ‘thank you’ over and over again in her ear. Tomorrow the sun will shine and it will be a better day.
They never did well on rainy days.
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There’s always a moment. A small or large moment where you know your life will never be the same again. Chan-wook had had many of those moments in his life, usually when he least expected them. No, always when he least expected them. And this moment was no different.
His day had started off quite normally. He had awoken to find Takara sleeping naked on his back. Smiling and laughing the two had eaten breakfast and helped one another dress. She had read the newspaper to him, as she always liked to practice her reading. And then, they had gone out for a day of browsing the stores. By that evening, the couple was tired and ready for a good night’s sleep. Just as the pair had climbed into bed, there had been a banging at the door.
Everything that happened after that happened so fast, that for the rest of his life, Chan-wook wasn’t sure what had happened or when. Jo Jun’s men had come into the tiny room, shoving Chan-wook and knocking things over. The men had been huge, like tiny mountains. They had been like scowling animals. And then, then. . .
Chan-wook and Takara had been brought to a warehouse somewhere far from their home. He had tried to comfort her, but Takara had just cried. They were pushed into the warehouse, all the while Chan-wook had tried his best to hold Takara’s hand and stay calm.
Yelling. Jo Jun’s men had yelled about money Chan-wook had stolen and then, a gun and. . . Chan-wook had shoved Takara off to the side and. . .
She had come seemingly out of nowhere and . . . before Chan-wook could think Takara had fallen into his arms. There was blood on her white shirt and a far off look in her sad eyes. Cradling her body against his, Chan-wook focused on nothing but Takara’s face.
Jo Jun’s men seemed to disappear, just as rain started to fall outside.
Rated: PG
Word Count: 904
Story Title: Rainy Days
Summary: Chan-wook's worst days are when it rains.
He’s always hated the rain, though he has no idea why. If he’s completely honest with himself, it could be for a number of reasons, none of which he likes to remember. His grandmother once told him that he was born on a rainy spring afternoon; that his mother died that same rainy day. His best friend in the entire world, well he got that kid killed on a rainy summer’s night. And then there was Takara. She was absolutely terrified of the rain, had been for as long as he had known her.
Kaori had once told Chan-wook that bad things happened to Takara when it rained. Though, she hadn’t said what exactly happened to Takara during those times. He learned later that Takara’s twin had died during a rainy morning and that it had been raining the fall day that Takara was diagnosed with her mental illness. She had been fifteen then, the day her life started to end.
If she hadn’t been ill, Kaori would never have given Takara to Chan-wook when she turned seventeen. If she hadn’t been with him, Chan-wook knew that Takara wouldn’t have died. Maybe she would have ended up a Hostess like Kaori, or maybe she would have ended up the wife of some uneducated laborer – but at least she would have been alive.
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Standing on the edge of the rooftop, she thinks the lights from the buildings look like fireflies. She wants to reach out and touch them, take them in her hands and clasp them tightly against her chest. But, when she reaches out, the lights are too far away for her to grasp firmly; she can’t even touch them. Suddenly, for no reason at all, Takara starts to cry.
“Takara,” it’s a familiar voice, and it’s calling her name from somewhere far away. She turns her head slightly and sees him – Chan-wook – staring at her. There’s panic in his dark eyes and his arms are stretched out toward her. Takara thinks that he must see her as a firefly; or, maybe he’s trying to reach them too. “Takara. . . come to Chan-wook. Let’s go for a walk.”
She glances from him to the skyline of the city and back to Chan-wook again. “I think it’s going to rain.”
“No,” he shakes his head fiercely, even as thunder crashed from somewhere nearby. “it’s not supposed to rain today.”
Chan-wook moves a step forward. He’s scared that one wrong move will send Takara flying off the building. He cannot scare her; he cannot cause her to doubt him. He just has to get her back into his arms and it’ll all be okay again.
“Please, please come.” Chan-wook can hear the quiver in his voice. When he feels water on his face, he isn’t sure if it’s his tears or the rain. “Please don’t leave me alone.”
Takara’s eyes stay focused on Chan-wook’s, though she doesn’t seem to be looking at him. Slowly, like a frightened deer, she moves away from the edge. She moves toward him, and Chan-wook cannot tell if it’s the rain or if she’s crying, all he knows is that her face is soaked.
Before he knows what he’s doing, Chan-wook has Takara wrapped in his arms. He whispers ‘thank you’ over and over again in her ear. Tomorrow the sun will shine and it will be a better day.
They never did well on rainy days.
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There’s always a moment. A small or large moment where you know your life will never be the same again. Chan-wook had had many of those moments in his life, usually when he least expected them. No, always when he least expected them. And this moment was no different.
His day had started off quite normally. He had awoken to find Takara sleeping naked on his back. Smiling and laughing the two had eaten breakfast and helped one another dress. She had read the newspaper to him, as she always liked to practice her reading. And then, they had gone out for a day of browsing the stores. By that evening, the couple was tired and ready for a good night’s sleep. Just as the pair had climbed into bed, there had been a banging at the door.
Everything that happened after that happened so fast, that for the rest of his life, Chan-wook wasn’t sure what had happened or when. Jo Jun’s men had come into the tiny room, shoving Chan-wook and knocking things over. The men had been huge, like tiny mountains. They had been like scowling animals. And then, then. . .
Chan-wook and Takara had been brought to a warehouse somewhere far from their home. He had tried to comfort her, but Takara had just cried. They were pushed into the warehouse, all the while Chan-wook had tried his best to hold Takara’s hand and stay calm.
Yelling. Jo Jun’s men had yelled about money Chan-wook had stolen and then, a gun and. . . Chan-wook had shoved Takara off to the side and. . .
She had come seemingly out of nowhere and . . . before Chan-wook could think Takara had fallen into his arms. There was blood on her white shirt and a far off look in her sad eyes. Cradling her body against his, Chan-wook focused on nothing but Takara’s face.
Jo Jun’s men seemed to disappear, just as rain started to fall outside.
