#*heo.solji*

[rksakura]

❀ feels like forever

starter for @soljirk​ !

it feels like years since she’s encountered solji face-to-face. sakura can’t help but worry about the elder’s health, considering the difficult pace she’s been with her work. “i hope you’re okay in regards to your health.” sakura doesn’t hesitate to bring up the topic to light as it’s too important to simply disregard. her expression is simply concerned, eyebrows knitted together in anguish. it kills her not to see her friends for such a long amount of time because she longs for her presence. she’s clung on to solji as if she was an older sister figure.

“but i’m glad you’re here is all.” then she presents the elder with a soft smile, she truly isn’t one to be fond of making such vigorous faces in any time of the moment. she was such a sucker for smiles and giving them, exchanging as well. “so tell me all about you, nee-chan. how’s everything been treating you?” deep down, her gut only wants to receive nothing but good news from solji.

not having communication was the hardest part. on the other hand, she’s just grateful that she gets to have some sort of freedom with solji in the form of a sleepover hangout.

[rksakura]

❀ time heals (all) wounds

sending to @rksolji !

blinded, disconcerted, and discomposed, residues of negativity that rose to the surface. symptoms have worsened throughout the days as she’s unable to fix her issues that lie intensively in her sea of pain, being brokenhearted. so, the best solution to solve this heartache was to talk out her issues as a mechanism to cope up with the undying sadness. sakura has asked her friend who’s much of a sister she’d never had before, solji. being the only child, she truly leans on others that are of an older sibling figure to her.

she doesn’t know how much time has to pass by in order for her to be her true self once more. she wants time to pass by faster so that the bruises and cuts heal even though it won’t perfect, some scars will still show but the pain won’t be as severe. “solji onee-sama...” she holds such high regards to the honourific upon addressing the older. the gaze on her face is a darkened one, “things have been so hard lately.. boys are just good at giving headaches.” the pout on her face turns into a disheartening frown.

“is time truly a cure? it doesn’t feel that way.” maybe she’s an impatient one but sakura’s willing to wait for the right time, but this unsettling feeling disturbs her day-to-day life. sometimes, even hindering her from sleeping properly to the point she’s laying down, shedding tears out of nowhere cause of the unemptied melancholy and leaving her pillowcases damp.