The One Waiting || RedVelvet Seulgi

𐐪𐑂 ~ 𝑳𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂 𝑫𝒆𝒋𝒂 𝑽𝒖 ~ 𐐪𐑂

- 𐐪𐑂 -

Seulgi was slowly walking down the road to her neighbourhood. It was a warm summer night and the moon was watching over her in the starry sky. Streetlights left and right from her tinted the street in warm colours, drawing moths to their shining light.

As every day on her way home she came by the railroad crossing. As a train would soon pass by, the rails were blocked, so she stopped in front of them, waiting. When the girl looked up she saw a person on the other side of the crossing. Waiting, just like she did. Before she could recognise them though, the train was rushing by in front of her eyes, blocking the person out of her sight.

After the train had passed and the barriers slowly lifted again, Seulgi's eyes met with the one's of the person on the other side, both lighting up in recognition.

[One Year Earlier]

- 𐐪𐑂 -

Her fingers were tapping on the counter in a rhythmic pattern as her head rested on her arm. The cloth she had been using to wipe all the tables disregarded by her hand now. The small store around her was empty, the last guest having left good twenty minutes ago, so it was just her and the silence... and a dozen chores she still had to do until she could go home.

Seulgi sighed, raising her head once more. The quicker she got everything done, the more sleep she could get this night. Sleep she then wouldn't have to catch up on in class.. what she would never do of course.. However she did it, but somehow she dragged up her exhausted limbs into the kitchen where a few dirty dishes were waiting for her to clean then put to the side to dry. As the sink was pretty small and didn't add to the cramped atmosphere of the kitchen, she filled a big blue plastic basin with tap water and some dish soap carrying it over onto one of the tables outside. Having done that she grabbed another bowl putting all the dirty dishes inside of it and also carrying them outside. The silence was capturing her and even though she liked silence it heavily depended on the moment. Chores didn't get better in silence, therefore she took out her earphones plugging them into her half-dying phone, before putting on her favourite playlist. She didn't know if it was just her, but to her the first song that came on when shuffling through all the songs was very important. It seemed to decide how the rest of her evening would go from then on, her mood, how quickly she could get everything done, how she would feel on her way home. If the first song was melancholic her mind would spin around all her worries, if it was light hearted she would be hopeful that something special might happen to her, if it was loud she would rock her chores and be done in no time, if it was one of those songs that were perfect for the catwalk, she would feel like she owned the world on her way home.

Long story short, the first shuffled song was important as it determined how she would feel and how all the following songs would hit her. It was a strange habit. Could you call it that? A habit? A habit of her mind? Maybe. It was simply one of her weird Knicks, like everyone had them. Talking about weird habits.. her playlist really had sense of humour.

‚God Must Hate Me' by Catie Turner. Seriously? Out of all the songs? God must seriously hate her. Seulgi let out a shaky chuckle as she let her head crash onto her arms once more. What a miserable picture she must be in that moment. A girl in an oversized hoodie sitting in front of a pile of dirty dishes in the middle of the night, the pink rubber gloves she wore an unfitting speck of colour. Good thing the „closed" sign was already hanging outside the door, she didn't need company while feeling miserable. If it was just her, she could at least pretend it never happened. Not witness other than herself.