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gureishi · 1 year

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Saeyoung and Eunji by @/tsang_fei

Light filters through the windows of her dance studio like springtime in her childhood home: warm, symmetrical squares of sunlight streaming through the curtains, singing her name, beckoning her outdoors. It's the tender scent of seasons changing, the whisper of warmer days to come.

This is a soft place. He made it that way for her.

"Still working, starshine?"

Saeyoung slips into place behind her, arms snaking around her waist, smiling lips brushing her shoulder. The flannel shirt she bought him signifies the months that have passed since he hid in his hoodie, headphones over his ears, eyes bathed in blue light, head in outer space, heart in her hands.

She is longer surprised by the silent way he sneaks up on her.

"I had no idea you were here."

He scans her screen, running one finger experimentally across her keyboard, never quite touching the keys.

"I don't know much about jobs other than the one I have," he says, pausing for a moment before correcting himself quietly: "had." Eunji smiles, leaning back against his chest, listening to his heart. "I did imagine dancers did a lot more dancing," he continues thoughtfully, "and a lot less typing."

She laughs, delighted whenever her brilliant boyfriend is stumped by the intricacies of her life.

"Everything's in English," she says, sighing. "My resume, my website, all of my information. It's useless if I want to work here."

Saeyoung stands taller behind her, peering over her shoulder more intently now.

"You want me to do it?" he asks. "I could translate it faster."

"I'm better at English than you are," she says. It's the only thing she has over him.

"And I'm better at Korean," he teases. "And probably translating too."

For some reason, this frustrates her.

"I'm working, baby. Just let me—okay?"

Saeyoung goes quiet and she forces herself to focus. She can't remember the Korean words for "immersive" or "improvisation."

She deletes the whole line. His arms tighten around her waist.

"Thank you," he whispers. His breath dusts her cheek and her fingers freeze over the keys. It's taken him ages to learn to say thank you instead of I'm sorry. "It's like you're starting all over for my sake."

He's right, and he isn't. He's smart, and he's got it all wrong.

"I wanted to," she tells him, giving up on the resume, twisting so she can stare straight into his sharp eyes. "You gave me a reason."

He slips his hands into the pockets of her overalls and kisses her once, swiftly, softly.

"Don't work so hard," he says. She laughs, loud and raucous like a child, because she's said those same words to him hundreds of times.

The past is a world away, text she wrote when she didn't know who she was becoming, sun on her skin, fragments of songs she barely remembers. Her future is fingers on keys and bright white windows, socks on the marley floor, sentences woven from words in two languages, the boy at her side.

"Just a little longer," she tells him.

She's almost there.

#mystic messenger #saeyoung choi #cmc eunji #saeyoung x eunji #commission #i got myself this commission as a reward for finishing my first year of grad school #so ig for my second-year reward i am sharing it lol #who's thinking about the future not meeeee #jk it's me #tsang_fei is my hero my girl looks so good

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