[G] Fate & Destiny (1/2)
Title: Fate & Destiny
Character(s): Super Junior, OC
Rating: G
Genre: Friendship, Romance
Type: Two-shot
I first saw her some years ago in the school library. She was reaching for a thick Literature book on one of the top shelves, on her tiptoe, her arm stretched out as if her life depended on it. I thought she looked cute. There was no way she would’ve reached the book by herself. She was tiny.
There was a look of surprise on her face when she saw the book suddenly being handed down to her. She became even more astonished when she saw that it was me who had helped her out. With a quick bow and a soft thank you, sunbaenim, she shot away from me.
I didn’t think I would see her again after that. I rarely paid attention to people in school since I barely spent time there and because most people just talked to me because I was a famous performer and because they wanted my friends’ autographs. It was disappointing, to say the least. Being a celebrity wasn’t the most interesting thing about me.
But it seemed fate thought otherwise. Two days after our first encounter, I saw her waiting for me outside school after classes were over. I raised my eyebrows in amusement as she very politely asked if I could grant her an interview for the school paper, repeatedly reiterating that it wasn’t her idea and that she was merely following orders. I had to say yes. There was something about the subtle way she fidgeted despite the serious pretence that I found interesting. It was certainly refreshing to find a girl in school who wasn’t dying to meet me.
I could still remember the smile that she gave me when I agreed. Her white teeth glistened in between her pink lips, while her eyes formed adorable half moons. The seriousness from before had faded and I saw how pretty she was. We arranged to meet the following week at a café near our company.
The meeting at the café changed everything. We enjoyed the interview so much that we had stayed talking longer than we both intended to. Her notebook and recorder lying forgotten on the table, she sat across from me, legs crossed, her back relaxed on the seat, laughing at my stories. When she shared some of her own, I ended up nodding and reacting at the right moments, feeling engrossed. I watched as she lifted her hands, gesturing with a flourish, as she shared some unfortunately funny thing that happened to her at a party.
Two hours later, we realized that the night had fallen and that we overstayed. She gave me a warm smile and thanked me for such a wonderful afternoon. I grinned when she admitted that she had a lot of fun talking to me. I offered to bring her home. She politely declined.
There wasn’t any opportunity to meet after that. I barely went to school anymore because of tight schedules due to album promotions, new commercial features and some out of town shows. Despite being busy, there was a certain longing in me to see her again, to hear her voice. She had given me some sort of comfort that I hadn’t felt in a while and I wanted to have more of it.
As I was going through our mail a month later, I found a copy of the school paper. Her article about me was the feature story. I smiled as I read it, remembering our conversation. I promised myself to find her in school the next day, to thank her for writing so objectively and just to see her again.
Seeing her again was probably the happiest day of my life. I had asked her to have dinner with me. She agreed without a second thought. We left school to eat at some secluded noodle house and continued on where our last conversation left off. It made me happy to know that she seemed to have gotten pleasure in talking to me as much as I did her. As the day ended, I offered her a ride home. This time she didn’t refuse.
That was the day we started our friendship.
The things that happened after that had become a blur, not because they were unimportant, but because they just seemed to happen too fast. All of a sudden we were inseparable in school and seeing each other outside of classes when I didn’t have work. We talked on the phone when we weren’t with each other physically. I would always text her what I was doing any moment of the day and she would always reply telling me that I should be working on whatever it was that I was working on at the moment. Sometimes, during early mornings, after my schedules for the day, I would go over to her house and we would sit on her front porch, watching the stars.
Our friendship turned out to be one of the most precious of my life. She wasn’t just there during the happy times; album wins, successful performances, new solos. She was there through the tough ones; tiring schedules, lack of sleep, thoughts of giving up. She was there during the times I was a pain to be with. There were times when we hung out where I wasn’t in the best of moods and I ended up yelling at her. She was even there when I wasn’t around and was doing shows elsewhere, always making sure that I was eating and sleeping properly, not caring if her phone bill was piling up.
I did my best to give back in everything that she did for me. I wasn’t around often because my busy schedule didn’t permit it. But I would like to think that I was there for the important things. I was there for her when she failed her French exam. Learning the language was probably the hardest I studied in my life, but I did it so I could tutor her. I was there when some guy she dated dumped her for someone who was supposedly more beautiful. I almost pounded the guy to pieces, but didn’t because she said it wasn’t worth it (and when she said things, I listened). I was there when her dad got sick and had to be sent to the hospital. I held her hand and hugged her tight, telling her that things were going to be okay.
In the midst of all of this, I had fallen in love with her. It was in the way her eyes danced when she talked about something that interested her, in the way she smiled and laughed at something that she found humorous, in the way she crinkled her nose when she disagreed with something. It was in the way she rested her head on my shoulder when she was tired, in the way she held my hand when I was hurting, in the way she hugged me whenever I would leave the country. It was in everything. Her beauty shined as bright as the sun and I couldn’t help but be lured in. I loved her because of everything that she was.
But I hadn’t realized it until a year later when I introduced her to the other members, who had all been desperate in meeting the good friend I talked about so often.
Everyone welcomed her warmly into our family. All of a sudden she had 12 older brothers to deal with and take care of at the same time. It was a wonderful feeling, finally having my best friend and my brothers meet each other and get along so well. I didn’t know why it took so long for me to introduce them to each other.
She spent a lot of time in the dorms after that. They all just wanted to be with her, to have some time with her and get to know her better. She willingly obliged every time one asked her help with something or when someone wanted a listening ear. Everyone kept on telling her that they were all tired of each other and they just wanted to be with someone different for a change. She always laughed at this.
I was just so happy that she liked my brothers so much to do stuff for them that I didn’t notice how some things began to change. All of a sudden she began spending more time with one more than the others. The two of them began going out alone, even more times than I went out with her. There was a different tone in her voice whenever she would talk to him. The way she looked at him, the light on her face, her smile was different when she was with him.
It broke my heart when they announced themselves a couple. I hid the pain in my eyes by looking away as the others offered their congratulations, all saying that it was about time. I thought otherwise. I somehow felt betrayed. I met her first. I loved her first. But I smiled when she sat down beside me, glowing in bliss. And, like all those other times before, I was there for her.
It would be a lie if I said there weren’t any changes after that night. They weren’t obvious changes. But they were significant ones.
We started talking less. She had a boyfriend now and so I couldn’t call and text her as much as I wanted to. She started confiding in me less because she had him for that now. We barely even saw each other in school because… there really wasn’t any reason, but somehow we just didn’t see each other.
I watched from the background as they went through their romance. She now tagged along on our shows, something she’d never done in the past. She even went with traveling with us when we performed outside of the country.
I always averted my eyes as she would hold his hand in a way she’d never done to me. I always clenched my fist as she would stand on tiptoe to give him a good luck kiss before we went out on stage, while giving me a grin and a quick hug. I always closed my eyes as I sang whenever I would see her screaming for him from the audience. I felt my heart break every single time.
But I couldn’t get mad at her, or at him. I loved them both dearly and clearly they were both very happy in each other’s arms. I wanted them to both be contented so I kept my mouth shut and just went on drifting away from her.
One day, she went to me, crying. They had a fight that ended up in a yelling fest. I remember standing up, my fists in tight curves, ready to have a talk with him. But she stopped me and, just like all those times before, I listened and sat back down. Instead, I put my arms around her and hugged her tight.
There became a lot of those after that. All of a sudden they weren’t getting along very well. They weren’t simple fights, too. Most of it ended with her in tears that the members started becoming worried about both of them. It took all of me not to come knocking his door down and beating him to a pulp. She always told me that it wasn’t worth it, that she was fine, that things were going to get better.
Things never got better. But, for some reason, she stayed with him.
Two years later they were engaged.
That was when I decided that I was going to do something about my feelings for her. I knew I was probably too late. But I couldn’t stand seeing her get married to him without her knowing of my feelings for her.
So on the night after their engagement party, before going home, her fiancé elsewhere, I pulled her aside and talked to her.
She looked curiously at me, wondering why I was so nervous and uncomfortable. When she touched my arm, I blurted it all out. I told her how she was the most important friend I’d had, how much I appreciated her, and how much she meant to me. I told her I loved her and just how much. I stood there and poured my heart out, while she stared at me.
After my long speech, I waited for her response. It never came. So I did the next thing that popped into my head.
I kissed her.
I had her in my arms and I couldn’t help but think that no feeling could be better than this. I swore I saw stars and fireworks in my head as I moved my lips against hers. She fit perfectly with me and I just knew we were going to be happy together.
That was until she pulled herself from me.
She looked at me for a couple of seconds, her eyes glistening with the betrayal of my actions. I opened my mouth to say something. But before I could get a word out, she ran away from me.
I never saw her again.
Character(s): Super Junior, OC
Rating: G
Genre: Friendship, Romance
Type: Two-shot
I first saw her some years ago in the school library. She was reaching for a thick Literature book on one of the top shelves, on her tiptoe, her arm stretched out as if her life depended on it. I thought she looked cute. There was no way she would’ve reached the book by herself. She was tiny.
There was a look of surprise on her face when she saw the book suddenly being handed down to her. She became even more astonished when she saw that it was me who had helped her out. With a quick bow and a soft thank you, sunbaenim, she shot away from me.
I didn’t think I would see her again after that. I rarely paid attention to people in school since I barely spent time there and because most people just talked to me because I was a famous performer and because they wanted my friends’ autographs. It was disappointing, to say the least. Being a celebrity wasn’t the most interesting thing about me.
But it seemed fate thought otherwise. Two days after our first encounter, I saw her waiting for me outside school after classes were over. I raised my eyebrows in amusement as she very politely asked if I could grant her an interview for the school paper, repeatedly reiterating that it wasn’t her idea and that she was merely following orders. I had to say yes. There was something about the subtle way she fidgeted despite the serious pretence that I found interesting. It was certainly refreshing to find a girl in school who wasn’t dying to meet me.
I could still remember the smile that she gave me when I agreed. Her white teeth glistened in between her pink lips, while her eyes formed adorable half moons. The seriousness from before had faded and I saw how pretty she was. We arranged to meet the following week at a café near our company.
The meeting at the café changed everything. We enjoyed the interview so much that we had stayed talking longer than we both intended to. Her notebook and recorder lying forgotten on the table, she sat across from me, legs crossed, her back relaxed on the seat, laughing at my stories. When she shared some of her own, I ended up nodding and reacting at the right moments, feeling engrossed. I watched as she lifted her hands, gesturing with a flourish, as she shared some unfortunately funny thing that happened to her at a party.
Two hours later, we realized that the night had fallen and that we overstayed. She gave me a warm smile and thanked me for such a wonderful afternoon. I grinned when she admitted that she had a lot of fun talking to me. I offered to bring her home. She politely declined.
There wasn’t any opportunity to meet after that. I barely went to school anymore because of tight schedules due to album promotions, new commercial features and some out of town shows. Despite being busy, there was a certain longing in me to see her again, to hear her voice. She had given me some sort of comfort that I hadn’t felt in a while and I wanted to have more of it.
As I was going through our mail a month later, I found a copy of the school paper. Her article about me was the feature story. I smiled as I read it, remembering our conversation. I promised myself to find her in school the next day, to thank her for writing so objectively and just to see her again.
Seeing her again was probably the happiest day of my life. I had asked her to have dinner with me. She agreed without a second thought. We left school to eat at some secluded noodle house and continued on where our last conversation left off. It made me happy to know that she seemed to have gotten pleasure in talking to me as much as I did her. As the day ended, I offered her a ride home. This time she didn’t refuse.
That was the day we started our friendship.
The things that happened after that had become a blur, not because they were unimportant, but because they just seemed to happen too fast. All of a sudden we were inseparable in school and seeing each other outside of classes when I didn’t have work. We talked on the phone when we weren’t with each other physically. I would always text her what I was doing any moment of the day and she would always reply telling me that I should be working on whatever it was that I was working on at the moment. Sometimes, during early mornings, after my schedules for the day, I would go over to her house and we would sit on her front porch, watching the stars.
Our friendship turned out to be one of the most precious of my life. She wasn’t just there during the happy times; album wins, successful performances, new solos. She was there through the tough ones; tiring schedules, lack of sleep, thoughts of giving up. She was there during the times I was a pain to be with. There were times when we hung out where I wasn’t in the best of moods and I ended up yelling at her. She was even there when I wasn’t around and was doing shows elsewhere, always making sure that I was eating and sleeping properly, not caring if her phone bill was piling up.
I did my best to give back in everything that she did for me. I wasn’t around often because my busy schedule didn’t permit it. But I would like to think that I was there for the important things. I was there for her when she failed her French exam. Learning the language was probably the hardest I studied in my life, but I did it so I could tutor her. I was there when some guy she dated dumped her for someone who was supposedly more beautiful. I almost pounded the guy to pieces, but didn’t because she said it wasn’t worth it (and when she said things, I listened). I was there when her dad got sick and had to be sent to the hospital. I held her hand and hugged her tight, telling her that things were going to be okay.
In the midst of all of this, I had fallen in love with her. It was in the way her eyes danced when she talked about something that interested her, in the way she smiled and laughed at something that she found humorous, in the way she crinkled her nose when she disagreed with something. It was in the way she rested her head on my shoulder when she was tired, in the way she held my hand when I was hurting, in the way she hugged me whenever I would leave the country. It was in everything. Her beauty shined as bright as the sun and I couldn’t help but be lured in. I loved her because of everything that she was.
But I hadn’t realized it until a year later when I introduced her to the other members, who had all been desperate in meeting the good friend I talked about so often.
Everyone welcomed her warmly into our family. All of a sudden she had 12 older brothers to deal with and take care of at the same time. It was a wonderful feeling, finally having my best friend and my brothers meet each other and get along so well. I didn’t know why it took so long for me to introduce them to each other.
She spent a lot of time in the dorms after that. They all just wanted to be with her, to have some time with her and get to know her better. She willingly obliged every time one asked her help with something or when someone wanted a listening ear. Everyone kept on telling her that they were all tired of each other and they just wanted to be with someone different for a change. She always laughed at this.
I was just so happy that she liked my brothers so much to do stuff for them that I didn’t notice how some things began to change. All of a sudden she began spending more time with one more than the others. The two of them began going out alone, even more times than I went out with her. There was a different tone in her voice whenever she would talk to him. The way she looked at him, the light on her face, her smile was different when she was with him.
It broke my heart when they announced themselves a couple. I hid the pain in my eyes by looking away as the others offered their congratulations, all saying that it was about time. I thought otherwise. I somehow felt betrayed. I met her first. I loved her first. But I smiled when she sat down beside me, glowing in bliss. And, like all those other times before, I was there for her.
It would be a lie if I said there weren’t any changes after that night. They weren’t obvious changes. But they were significant ones.
We started talking less. She had a boyfriend now and so I couldn’t call and text her as much as I wanted to. She started confiding in me less because she had him for that now. We barely even saw each other in school because… there really wasn’t any reason, but somehow we just didn’t see each other.
I watched from the background as they went through their romance. She now tagged along on our shows, something she’d never done in the past. She even went with traveling with us when we performed outside of the country.
I always averted my eyes as she would hold his hand in a way she’d never done to me. I always clenched my fist as she would stand on tiptoe to give him a good luck kiss before we went out on stage, while giving me a grin and a quick hug. I always closed my eyes as I sang whenever I would see her screaming for him from the audience. I felt my heart break every single time.
But I couldn’t get mad at her, or at him. I loved them both dearly and clearly they were both very happy in each other’s arms. I wanted them to both be contented so I kept my mouth shut and just went on drifting away from her.
One day, she went to me, crying. They had a fight that ended up in a yelling fest. I remember standing up, my fists in tight curves, ready to have a talk with him. But she stopped me and, just like all those times before, I listened and sat back down. Instead, I put my arms around her and hugged her tight.
There became a lot of those after that. All of a sudden they weren’t getting along very well. They weren’t simple fights, too. Most of it ended with her in tears that the members started becoming worried about both of them. It took all of me not to come knocking his door down and beating him to a pulp. She always told me that it wasn’t worth it, that she was fine, that things were going to get better.
Things never got better. But, for some reason, she stayed with him.
Two years later they were engaged.
That was when I decided that I was going to do something about my feelings for her. I knew I was probably too late. But I couldn’t stand seeing her get married to him without her knowing of my feelings for her.
So on the night after their engagement party, before going home, her fiancé elsewhere, I pulled her aside and talked to her.
She looked curiously at me, wondering why I was so nervous and uncomfortable. When she touched my arm, I blurted it all out. I told her how she was the most important friend I’d had, how much I appreciated her, and how much she meant to me. I told her I loved her and just how much. I stood there and poured my heart out, while she stared at me.
After my long speech, I waited for her response. It never came. So I did the next thing that popped into my head.
I kissed her.
I had her in my arms and I couldn’t help but think that no feeling could be better than this. I swore I saw stars and fireworks in my head as I moved my lips against hers. She fit perfectly with me and I just knew we were going to be happy together.
That was until she pulled herself from me.
She looked at me for a couple of seconds, her eyes glistening with the betrayal of my actions. I opened my mouth to say something. But before I could get a word out, she ran away from me.
I never saw her again.