blurry at the edges
—
Love, love, love—what is it good for?
Absolutely nothing.
At least, that's how Sang Tae sees it.
When they meet, it's nothing but a passing glance in a busy school hallway and Sang Tae knows it's both unreasonable and illogical to feel the beginnings of something with someone you hardly know.
(but it's not impossible, is it.)
They keep walking.
Sang Tae is different. He smiles brightly and is a kind, straight giver.
But when Sang Tae is eight and sees mommy walk out on daddy and how it destroys everything, he knows that it's true when they say you're really not somebody—
until somebody else loves you.
(The desire to be needed never goes away.)
Hong Sang Tae is not.
Sometimes, he wonders what it was about her. That made him shiver, that made him blush and cringe and wish he were eloquent (like Ah Ran) just once.
(Big brown eyes. Big brown kind eyes. That's the first thing he noticed about her.)
And so, when she comforted him suddenly that night, Sang Tae felt his heart shrinking away. And soaring. And running on this artificial fuel high.
She could do things like that to him, just by a simple touch. Or glance.
(He especially loathed the looks. They left nothing to take in the wake.)
And sometimes, Sang Tae thinks that it would be better—healthier and less hurting—if she were like any other girl. If she couldn't do what she does with just a turn of the chin.
It scares him, he admits.
"Can I ask you a question? "
She sucks in her breath, forces the teasing words itching to come up back down, and gives him a breathtaking smile, "Yeah?"
He doesn't say anything for a while. They can hear the birds chirping and flying outside, the warm sunlight shines trough the school window, dipping them in an orange—yellow light. Finally, "Stop smiling like that—it looks hella unattractive and annoying,"
It sounds harsh and cruel and oh-so-Hong Sang Tae but the blush on his face and the glimmer in his warm brown eyes gives him away and Ah Ran knows—
She keeps smiling, something amiss about the beat of her heart she knows, before she replies in almost a whisper, "You're such a sap, Sang Tae. Don't you know that you're never fully dressed without a smile?"
—she likes him, too.
He cocks his head to the side, shaking it slightly in amusement, "You'll never change, will you?"
("I asked that ahjumma for a cell number, but something tells me that 401-GO2-HELL is out of service.")
It's hard to love something for forever—especially if they're a person.
He wonders if Ah Ran is the exception.
Love, love, love—what is it good for?
Maybe something.
a/n: well, here comes my second try for something angry mom related.
this time it is the promised sang tae/ah ran fanfiction and while i don't really think i'm on point with the characters, i do consider this a good try. something ah ran/bok dong romantic related will follow soon!