Realistic or Modern 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘀𝗶𝘀 ; 𝗯𝗶𝗿𝘁𝗵 𝗼𝗳 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲

[artemis.]

genesis ; birth of love

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a story about friendship, love, and the line between.
by artemis. and @.moonchild.

coded by weldherwings.

 

[artemis.]

click!

iseul

all the stars above

location

cafe

outfit

interactions

jiyoung??

tags

@.moonchild.

got nothing on you...

like a capsule of the world frozen in the unyielding clutch of time, the passage of four long years within the coffee shop possessed as much influence as a gentle gust attempting to propel an immovable boulder, providing few novelties for round, dark, yet enthusiastically bright eyes to explore. a step into the humble café cheesily named down to the ground would have one’s senses conquered with the strong, bittersweet scent of coffee permeating in the warm air. brilliant rays of sunlight seeped past large glass windows and illuminated the encompassing walls of the establishment painted in inviting hues of beige and darker mocha, all of which were only familiar compared to her recollection.

four years ago, jung iseul would have considered the amalgamation of sights, smells, and sensations to be as welcoming to her as home, for what she considered “home” was not the address recorded across the governmental documents under her name, not the building she returned to when the sun concealed itself from the darkening sky, but the place where she felt the warmth of a million embraces squeezing and tugging at her heartstrings.

glistening beneath the balmy glow of the sun was a table situated in the back corner of the café, the sight of which conjured the ghost of iseul’s memories. the afternoons following hours of classes at high school were typically spent at that exact table “studying” with friends as she liked to call it. however, any passersby curiously glancing at the table would instead see a group of excitable and boisterous teenagers doing anything but.

pages of notes messily written in runny black ink and hefty textbooks with the smallest of fonts would be scattered across the table with an assortment of colorful pens and pencils. nevertheless, the inclination to complete the assignments strewn about would be thrown to the back of their minds as easily as rubbish into a garbage can. staring at the table, iseul could feel the phantom heat of a coffee cup in one hand while she mindlessly twirled a pen in the other. an endearing warmth emanated from her heart at the memory of shoulders clumsily bumping against her own as she and her friends attempted to squeeze into the tiny booth, an ache dully searing the muscles of her cheeks from smiling so much, and breathlessness compressing her lungs with each giggle amplifying the chorus of laughter at the table.

but there was something, or rather someone that prompted the fervent beat of her heart more than anything in the quaint coffee shop: jeong jiyoung, her childhood best friend and frequent companion in down to the ground. inseparable they were, from moments interlocking fingers at the elementary school playground to picking desks besides one another in high school classrooms. forever had iseul been dubbed a “social butterfly” by her peers, flitting to and fro person to person like the fluttery insect whisking between flowers. but if iseul was a butterfly, then jiyoung was her favorite rose in her boundless garden of companions. she seemed as delicate as the petals of the plant with her soft-spoken and reserved disposition and just as vibrant as the ruby-colored blossom. how radiantly her features brightened in the nights they stayed up far too late, spilling all their hopes and dreams — and truly beautiful of a sight it was, just like a rose.

but in the end, all flowers withered in one way or another. for iseul, it had been with a single sentence brusquely uttered by her mother.

“iseul, we’re moving.”

just like that, merciless shears tore the emerald stems sprouting in her vast, vibrant garden. colorful, dainty petals were carelessly crushed underfoot to rip the vivid flowers from the ground, but their roots desperately battled to cling to the earthen layers of soil. “iseul, you can’t move! stay with us!” but what was she to do? iseul was but a butterfly, helplessly watching as the beautiful blossoms were plucked and demolished right beneath her nose. in the end, all she could do was aimlessly flutter above the dirt mounds that remained. with nothingness, she was left to metamorphosize and mature. and now, having spent four years spreading her wings — the same wings that returned her to the barren lands of her garden — she was more than prepared to sow the seeds of her former relationships.

and how astonishing she’d find that one would sprout so soon…

when iseul turned from the counter, clasped in her palm was a staple of her high school career: a beige-colored frappuccino topped with a swirl of frothy whipped cream and a beautiful drizzle of golden caramel. back then, the drink was just what she needed to satisfy her sweet tooth and her necessity for caffeine — exactly what she needed to complete a myriad of assignments long after stating she’d do exactly that at questionable hours of the night. now, she supposed it was a source of comfort more than anything, for it was a step back into the past she always desperately longed to return to. however, with a single miscalculated step away from the counter, her “source of comfort” nearly flew from her hand as a lifted floor tile snagged the bulky heel of her boot.

luckily, she was capable of balancing herself before her face could plant onto the floor. a startled squeak escaped from her lips as iseul clutched the cup to her chest to save the beverage from falling onto the floor, but not without a few droplets of coffee spilling onto the tiles and right by a pair of shoes. thank god it missed. the last thing she wished to do was ruin some poor soul’s shoes.

“i’m so sorry! i’ll go get—“

frantic words halted as her eyes lifted up from the floor to the owner of the shoes, only to widen in disbelief. there was no way… could it really be?

”… jiyoung?”

moonlight

♡coded by uxie♡