two fics; pg; various pairing
when fate twists its fingers
taemin/sueji; pg; ~1,400w
so you’re pretty much doomed.
A/N: loosely inspired by this. a taesuzy piece, at last \o/ i think i've really forgotten how to write, seriously, so yeah. sorry if this is rusty and totally wtf. also, this is an au because i suck in writing canon okay orz.
Sometimes she cursed the fate when it was playing with her heart, with her decision, with her life.
They were neighbor, and they saw each other every morning, eyes still fluttered sleepily and drool marks on their cheek, and sometimes with pajamas or night gown, and every time they saw each other, they would nod politely, slightly, and gave each other an awkward small smile, and after they threw the trash bag from their hand, they turned their back to each other, and they went in to the same apartment, same building, but different entry.
Sueji knew that he lived at the room right beside her; after all, when she tried to dry her laundry outside her balcony, sometimes she would catch a glimpse of the strips pajama bottom he wore the day before, or the black shirt, or the white wife beater. Sometimes, when fate and coincidence played its fingers to them, she would see him reading a book or talking to someone on his phone, or even simply himself at the balcony, looking down to the empty street with his eyes reflected the bright street light, and a cigarette in between his middle and forefinger. She would stay on the balcony longer then, purposely, a cup of chocolate in her grip, and she looked to the night view, tried her hard not to be that transparent, and after a while, after she felt satisfy from his companion that night, she would tighten her cardigan and turned back, closed the big glass door and the curtain, nodded slightly if he looked up. Most of the time, he did not.
She did not know his name.
She had enjoyed her relationship with him, if people could say that ‘silent friend in the darkness for almost every night without knowing each other’s names’ was a relationship. But of course,
fate twisted its fingers, and she found herself falling,
and it hurt.
She pressed her back harder to the wall behind her, eyes closed tightly and face buried deeply in between her knees. She could hear the murmur from the room right oppose her wall, and it sounded beautiful and calm and just simply perfect for her, and without she even realized it, she had grown addicted to the sound. Her eyes would dropped in doziness, or relaxing feeling, and without the sound, the hummed of the air conditioner would grew louder, and it always hit her drum ear too hardly, and she would not be able to sleep.
That day, the day when she pressed her back the hardest, there were no sound; the air conditioner’s engine sound filled her head, and she felt dizzy. She could not sleep.
His name was Taemin. Lee Taemin. She read it from the envelope of the bill that was sent wrongly to her mailbox. She knocked on his door, and her heart thumped loudly than the contact between her fist and the wood, and she waited anxiously, and she could die from the tense feeling that she felt, but the door was never opened. She blinked and bent down as she slipped the bill through the door, and she walked to her own room, tried her hard to not turn back.
She jumped and almost dropped her mug to the kettle of water she was heating when she hear the door beside hers was opened, and she was not breathing when his footsteps sounded so clear in her ears, echoing through her heart, bumping on its wall, and -
- that was it. No more sound, no more footstep, and silence filled her room. The kettle whistled loudly, and the steam filled the kitchen.
She could not sleep that day, either.
And then she had become adapted with the fact the she loved her neighbor almost desperately, one-sidedly, the neighbor who did not even know her name, but she found that she was fine with it, so she hoped it would last forever, because it was not painful as the time went on, surprisingly, it was almost like it was calming.
Yet, the plot twisted, bended to the new unexpected direction,
and she could feel like she was dying, and she was afraid she could not crawled back to life.
She stood still in front of her door when she saw the people in blue uniform went in to his apartment and moving his stuffs and furniture and big brown boxes. She stared, eyes not blinking, and her lips turned into a straight line as she could feel her heart somehow ache, aching for a stranger, for her neighbor. He stood there, beside his door, watched the whole procedure with a tired frown, and he did not even see her. She was still staring, halfway on inserting her key to the hole, when he blinked and looked at her, straight to her eyes, and his lips twitched into a gentle and polite smile, and he bowed, and so she bowed back, lips not moving and sound not coming out, and she unlocked her door and went into her own room.
She cried silently that night, hoping that there was a person who could hear her wail from the opposite of the wall, but she heard no movement. She cried harder, but quieter.
Twist and change and turned and,
everything was different, and it was almost like she was going back to the first step, yet it was a different path that she took.
She was tying her shoelaces the next day, eyes black and heavy after all the cries, when she caught a red color at the edge of her eyes, and she stopped to look at it, and there was it, a red paper on the floor with a straight and tidy name written in black ink in the front. And in a second, it was right after she read the name on the front carefully, that she took the letter abruptly, and she kicked off her shoes, abandoned it, as she ran to her living room and sat there, heart beat loudly and painfully.
Lee Taemin.
She unfolded the paper carefully, as if it was a fragile thing that would break with even a slight wrong movement, and her eyes not leaving the thing, fingers trembled as she silently opened the last fold. It was a simple letter paper, white with black lines on it, and a big space at the bottom for the signature. There were only five lines written on it, tidily and formally, and the signature was curved accurately and looked so academic, and she read it slowly, as if she tried to swallow hard every second she used to read it.
It was simple, and it was not even more then two sentences.
Dear Bae Sueji,
Thank you for being such a nice neighbor. I hope we would see each other again next time.
Regards,
Lee Taemin
It was only five lines, and it was not more than two sentences, and maybe he had prepared it for every one in the apartment, for his entire neighbors, but the realization and the theories did not stop her from smiling.
At last,
Sometimes she cursed the fate when it was playing with her heart, with her decision, with her life. But that day, when she bumped to her ex-neighbor at some coffee shop she was visiting, she could not thank it more.
That day, she smiled to him like she had wanted to smile all along when he was still sleeping right at the opposite of the wall behind her back, beside her bed, when her letters and his was often mixed up, when she could see him with his sleepy figure, when she could feel his companion right beside her balcony, and her side felt warmer that the other. That day, when she bumped to him in the random coffee shop she was visiting, she smiled to show that she was in love, and still is.
And that day, he did not keep silence, he did not look down, he did not ignore her; he smiled back, as if he was in love too, and she thanked the fate for that.
At last.
proposal
kyuhyun/sooyoung; pg; ~500w
Keep your forever simple, he thinks and repeats, because even the forever itself is complicated enough.
A/N: ...IDEK OKAY I READ noraehaeyo TOTALLY AWESOME ALMOST MARRIED FIC AND I GOT INSPIRED AND THIS WAS BORN. kyuyoung because i don't think anyone else but me write this, even though i ship them like crazy ;_______;
Kyuhyun is never a man of words for as long as Sooyoung could remember. He sings, he kisses, he smiles, he looks at her with fond expression, but never once he tells her about his feeling. He is never loud; he is not really quiet or boring, but he is really too logical and too manly to actually care about things or do stuffs such as shouting his emotion on top of his voice or wearing his feelings on his sleeve. She understands though, even has grown accustomed of it and actually feels okay about that.
Maybe that’s why she’s a little taken aback.
“We are not perfect, I know. But you know, you are. You change everything, right from the start. It never once crosses my mind that I would feel like I want to spend my whole life with this person, not even with my family, because you see, nothing lasts forever, right? But, somehow, you made me hope, hoping that forever does exist, does happen, because you are always there. When I need you, sick of you, want you, or just. I don’t know. You make me expect this to happen forever and I think, maybe this, this whole forever thing, could I make it happen? Could I make her stay? Could I keep her like this? Would she want to actually do it with me? It’s terrifying but, you see, all I want is you, just simply being there with me, for maybe, I don’t know, forever,” he takes a breath for once after almost fifty seconds of talking, panting, and he takes the red velvety box from his blazer pocket, looks expectantly to her, eyes hopeful and glassy and wide and worried and hey, she is in love, all over again, “so marry me?”
She does not speak or answer and his fingers are trembling a little and their breath tangle and she thinks, she says, she tells him, “Forever’s a long time.”
He smiles at her, soft and sheepish and stupid all into one. “Kind of figure it out,” he whispers, “still want you, though.”
“That is ridiculously ridiculous,” she rolls her eyes, chuckling a little, and she presses her palm against his hand, grasps the red box, feels its soft texture and she knows she won’t regret this, not once, not ever, the other behind his neck, and she tiptoes to catch his lips over hers. “And maybe a little sweet. You’re lucky I’m good in Korean because I don’t think even Heechul could understand your stupid ramble.”
“You’ve made me all sappy and idiotic,” he mumbles to her mouth, smiling and grinning and maybe they are foolishly in love, but it’s okay, it doesn’t matter, as long as they kiss like that and hug like that and being in love like that, “I think I love you.”
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taemin/sueji; pg; ~1,400w
so you’re pretty much doomed.
A/N: loosely inspired by this. a taesuzy piece, at last \o/ i think i've really forgotten how to write, seriously, so yeah. sorry if this is rusty and totally wtf. also, this is an au because i suck in writing canon okay orz.
Sometimes she cursed the fate when it was playing with her heart, with her decision, with her life.
They were neighbor, and they saw each other every morning, eyes still fluttered sleepily and drool marks on their cheek, and sometimes with pajamas or night gown, and every time they saw each other, they would nod politely, slightly, and gave each other an awkward small smile, and after they threw the trash bag from their hand, they turned their back to each other, and they went in to the same apartment, same building, but different entry.
Sueji knew that he lived at the room right beside her; after all, when she tried to dry her laundry outside her balcony, sometimes she would catch a glimpse of the strips pajama bottom he wore the day before, or the black shirt, or the white wife beater. Sometimes, when fate and coincidence played its fingers to them, she would see him reading a book or talking to someone on his phone, or even simply himself at the balcony, looking down to the empty street with his eyes reflected the bright street light, and a cigarette in between his middle and forefinger. She would stay on the balcony longer then, purposely, a cup of chocolate in her grip, and she looked to the night view, tried her hard not to be that transparent, and after a while, after she felt satisfy from his companion that night, she would tighten her cardigan and turned back, closed the big glass door and the curtain, nodded slightly if he looked up. Most of the time, he did not.
She did not know his name.
She had enjoyed her relationship with him, if people could say that ‘silent friend in the darkness for almost every night without knowing each other’s names’ was a relationship. But of course,
fate twisted its fingers, and she found herself falling,
and it hurt.
She pressed her back harder to the wall behind her, eyes closed tightly and face buried deeply in between her knees. She could hear the murmur from the room right oppose her wall, and it sounded beautiful and calm and just simply perfect for her, and without she even realized it, she had grown addicted to the sound. Her eyes would dropped in doziness, or relaxing feeling, and without the sound, the hummed of the air conditioner would grew louder, and it always hit her drum ear too hardly, and she would not be able to sleep.
That day, the day when she pressed her back the hardest, there were no sound; the air conditioner’s engine sound filled her head, and she felt dizzy. She could not sleep.
His name was Taemin. Lee Taemin. She read it from the envelope of the bill that was sent wrongly to her mailbox. She knocked on his door, and her heart thumped loudly than the contact between her fist and the wood, and she waited anxiously, and she could die from the tense feeling that she felt, but the door was never opened. She blinked and bent down as she slipped the bill through the door, and she walked to her own room, tried her hard to not turn back.
She jumped and almost dropped her mug to the kettle of water she was heating when she hear the door beside hers was opened, and she was not breathing when his footsteps sounded so clear in her ears, echoing through her heart, bumping on its wall, and -
- that was it. No more sound, no more footstep, and silence filled her room. The kettle whistled loudly, and the steam filled the kitchen.
She could not sleep that day, either.
And then she had become adapted with the fact the she loved her neighbor almost desperately, one-sidedly, the neighbor who did not even know her name, but she found that she was fine with it, so she hoped it would last forever, because it was not painful as the time went on, surprisingly, it was almost like it was calming.
Yet, the plot twisted, bended to the new unexpected direction,
and she could feel like she was dying, and she was afraid she could not crawled back to life.
She stood still in front of her door when she saw the people in blue uniform went in to his apartment and moving his stuffs and furniture and big brown boxes. She stared, eyes not blinking, and her lips turned into a straight line as she could feel her heart somehow ache, aching for a stranger, for her neighbor. He stood there, beside his door, watched the whole procedure with a tired frown, and he did not even see her. She was still staring, halfway on inserting her key to the hole, when he blinked and looked at her, straight to her eyes, and his lips twitched into a gentle and polite smile, and he bowed, and so she bowed back, lips not moving and sound not coming out, and she unlocked her door and went into her own room.
She cried silently that night, hoping that there was a person who could hear her wail from the opposite of the wall, but she heard no movement. She cried harder, but quieter.
Twist and change and turned and,
everything was different, and it was almost like she was going back to the first step, yet it was a different path that she took.
She was tying her shoelaces the next day, eyes black and heavy after all the cries, when she caught a red color at the edge of her eyes, and she stopped to look at it, and there was it, a red paper on the floor with a straight and tidy name written in black ink in the front. And in a second, it was right after she read the name on the front carefully, that she took the letter abruptly, and she kicked off her shoes, abandoned it, as she ran to her living room and sat there, heart beat loudly and painfully.
Lee Taemin.
She unfolded the paper carefully, as if it was a fragile thing that would break with even a slight wrong movement, and her eyes not leaving the thing, fingers trembled as she silently opened the last fold. It was a simple letter paper, white with black lines on it, and a big space at the bottom for the signature. There were only five lines written on it, tidily and formally, and the signature was curved accurately and looked so academic, and she read it slowly, as if she tried to swallow hard every second she used to read it.
It was simple, and it was not even more then two sentences.
Dear Bae Sueji,
Thank you for being such a nice neighbor. I hope we would see each other again next time.
Regards,
Lee Taemin
It was only five lines, and it was not more than two sentences, and maybe he had prepared it for every one in the apartment, for his entire neighbors, but the realization and the theories did not stop her from smiling.
At last,
Sometimes she cursed the fate when it was playing with her heart, with her decision, with her life. But that day, when she bumped to her ex-neighbor at some coffee shop she was visiting, she could not thank it more.
That day, she smiled to him like she had wanted to smile all along when he was still sleeping right at the opposite of the wall behind her back, beside her bed, when her letters and his was often mixed up, when she could see him with his sleepy figure, when she could feel his companion right beside her balcony, and her side felt warmer that the other. That day, when she bumped to him in the random coffee shop she was visiting, she smiled to show that she was in love, and still is.
And that day, he did not keep silence, he did not look down, he did not ignore her; he smiled back, as if he was in love too, and she thanked the fate for that.
At last.
proposal
kyuhyun/sooyoung; pg; ~500w
Keep your forever simple, he thinks and repeats, because even the forever itself is complicated enough.
A/N: ...IDEK OKAY I READ noraehaeyo TOTALLY AWESOME ALMOST MARRIED FIC AND I GOT INSPIRED AND THIS WAS BORN. kyuyoung because i don't think anyone else but me write this, even though i ship them like crazy ;_______;
Kyuhyun is never a man of words for as long as Sooyoung could remember. He sings, he kisses, he smiles, he looks at her with fond expression, but never once he tells her about his feeling. He is never loud; he is not really quiet or boring, but he is really too logical and too manly to actually care about things or do stuffs such as shouting his emotion on top of his voice or wearing his feelings on his sleeve. She understands though, even has grown accustomed of it and actually feels okay about that.
Maybe that’s why she’s a little taken aback.
“We are not perfect, I know. But you know, you are. You change everything, right from the start. It never once crosses my mind that I would feel like I want to spend my whole life with this person, not even with my family, because you see, nothing lasts forever, right? But, somehow, you made me hope, hoping that forever does exist, does happen, because you are always there. When I need you, sick of you, want you, or just. I don’t know. You make me expect this to happen forever and I think, maybe this, this whole forever thing, could I make it happen? Could I make her stay? Could I keep her like this? Would she want to actually do it with me? It’s terrifying but, you see, all I want is you, just simply being there with me, for maybe, I don’t know, forever,” he takes a breath for once after almost fifty seconds of talking, panting, and he takes the red velvety box from his blazer pocket, looks expectantly to her, eyes hopeful and glassy and wide and worried and hey, she is in love, all over again, “so marry me?”
She does not speak or answer and his fingers are trembling a little and their breath tangle and she thinks, she says, she tells him, “Forever’s a long time.”
He smiles at her, soft and sheepish and stupid all into one. “Kind of figure it out,” he whispers, “still want you, though.”
“That is ridiculously ridiculous,” she rolls her eyes, chuckling a little, and she presses her palm against his hand, grasps the red box, feels its soft texture and she knows she won’t regret this, not once, not ever, the other behind his neck, and she tiptoes to catch his lips over hers. “And maybe a little sweet. You’re lucky I’m good in Korean because I don’t think even Heechul could understand your stupid ramble.”
“You’ve made me all sappy and idiotic,” he mumbles to her mouth, smiling and grinning and maybe they are foolishly in love, but it’s okay, it doesn’t matter, as long as they kiss like that and hug like that and being in love like that, “I think I love you.”
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