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(Anonymous) 2024-10-12 05:39 pm (UTC)(link)to take a step (you can't take back)
chaein/ireh, AU, first meetings, pre-slash
title from a step you can't take back by kiera knightley (begin again ost)
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Step by step, Seoyoung teetered in her heels towards the main hall. Inside was almost everyone she loved. And they had all been waiting for her, seated in their meticulous rows just like the wedding planners showed her on their mock-ups.
So close.
She'd approached the double doors into the wide room. Her dad’s hand warm and sure in hers, leading her forward and steadying her shakiness.
Step by step, Seoyoung’s lungs caved in until she couldn’t breathe. Until the cloud of dread hanging over her had drenched her down to the bones.
Instead of crossing the threshold, she turned and ran the other way. Back up the gold strip of carpet, out of the courtyard. Her dad called after her, frantic, and there were others hurrying in her general direction, too. All the more reason to move faster, to get away. To leave.
Am I leaving him, too, then?
Seoyoung doesn’t find the answer to her own question anywhere inside the tightness in her chest. Later, maybe. Maybe. Everything right now is maybe, is hanging in the balance. Except for marriage: that’s a no.
She rifles through the bridesmaids’ purses and digs out the keys to Yuki’s motorcycle. Hopefully her friend meant it when she told Seoyoung she could never be mad at her.
It’s a cool autumn near-evening, mostly cloudless with the outline of a bright moon just making itself known as a pale sliver in the purple-gray sky. Seoyoung rides towards glittering kaleidoscopic lights in the distance, zipping past berry farms, a pie shop, thickets of trees, signs for campgrounds and a lake, gas stations, houses with acres attached.
The wind whips her cheeks even redder than they were and dries them, any tears that manage to squeeze out of her eyes flying away as fast as they form. She’d drive faster, actually–rev this thing up into the 70s–but she hadn’t been thoughtful enough to swipe Yuki’s helmet. As it is, she has no idea where she’s going; she doesn’t know the area well, Derek and his family had picked the venue and she hadn’t cared much to raise any alternatives at the time. The road ahead of her is long and black and seemingly endless, and that’s enough.
In the urban outskirts of the nearest city, the alleyways are dark and the streetlights are few. Buses hiss and groan; so do the evening’s pedestrians.
“Fuck off, alright?” An angry voice screeches above the gentle rumble of Yuki’s bike idling at a stop sign. It belongs to a woman in a short skirt and combat boots, a group of three men trailing her on the cracked sidewalk in the sickly glow of some fast food sign Seoyoung has never seen before. Nobody’s out here. The next bus stop is who knows where. The woman hunches her shoulders, walks faster.
Seoyoung does it before thinking: pulls over a little ways ahead and stares the woman down with a watery smile. “Hey!” she calls, clearing her throat in the process. “Get on!”
The woman stares at her, wide-eyed, because of course she does: Seoyoung is in a wedding dress, traditionally white but playfully short, with vintage-style ruffles on the skirt which are now tinged brown from where she’d fallen in her race to flee before she ditched her heels. And despite being shoeless, her bridal veil is still sitting, wonky but mostly secure, in her hair.
But then the woman is sliding onto Yuki’s bike, awkwardly leaning into Seoyoung once she presses down on the gas.
“Are you okay?” Seoyoung asks.
“I’m fine, I–why’d you do that?” the woman asks.
“It looked like you were trapped. I know how that feels.”
“Well, that’s very kind. Thank you.” Then she seems to tense against Seoyoung’s back. “Oh. Oh my god, you–are you really a–”
“Yeah,” Seoyoung says, loudly and with an air of finality.
The stranger gets it and doesn’t push. “Okay, no discussion. Fine by me.” But after a moment’s silence, she adds: “You make it look kinda badass, though. For the record.”
As unlikely as it seems, the words pour warmth into Seoyoung’s chest. “This isn’t even my bike.”
“No? Wooh,” the woman trills, “you’re bad.” She hums when Seoyoung lets out an embarrassed, strangled chuckle, as if she’d achieved some goal she’d only just come up with a moment prior. Plan and follow-through, unlike whatever they’re both doing together now.
Seoyoung learns the address of Chaeyoung’s apartment before her name, and memorizes the weight of her hands before her face. They don’t talk much after that, just Chaeyoung giving directions and Seoyoung trying not to get lost.
The sun is in the process of setting as Seoyoung pulls up to the right building. Chaeyoung hops off and pushes her thick, starlight-colored hair back with one hand, all bright eyes and round cheeks. “You wanna come inside? It’s the least I can do.”
Seoyoung is leaning against Yuki’s bike uncomfortably, bare feet on asphalt. She’s a mess. This is a mess. Distance hasn’t fundamentally changed that. “Can I use your phone to call someone before they file a police report?”
“Yeah, of course.” Chaeyoung smiles gently, motions to the front door of her place. “You can do that inside, you know.”
“My feet are disgusting,” Seoyoung sighs.
Chaeyoung looks down to confirm that and her expression changes. “True.”
Seoyoung kind of wants to turn and run again, except Chaeyoung does it first, goes and unlocks her apartment and leaves the door open while singing over her shoulder: Justasec, justasec, just-a-seccc...
Stepping over the threshold of Chaeyoung’s apartment isn’t too hard in mismatched foam sandals. Figuring out whose number to call and what to say when Chaeyoung’s phone is placed in her hands, in contrast, might as well be rocket science. Even the internal narrative she’s been telling herself is murky and convoluted, with layers that twist and turn themselves into unwieldy shapes.
Maybe she can start with Yuki, the owner of her get-away vehicle. And a simple fact that everyone should know: she never bought a motorcycle of her own because Derek doesn’t like them.
There are a lot of things Derek doesn’t like, as it turns out.
Let’s start there.
Re: to take a step (you can't take back)
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