thirty days ; 22
super junior/snsd ; i will write peace on your wings
eunhyuk/hyoyeon ; pg ; 657 words
if you fold a hundred paper cranes, you will find your true love.
» 30 days » day twenty-two » letters.
her feet kick his legs every few seconds. he doesn’t know if she’s doing it on purpose or simply because she’s bored. after five minutes he’s had enough of it and he takes a hold of her left foot.
“stop it.”
the mischievous look on her face tells him she did it on purpose.
“why? does it hurt? i didn’t know you were such a baby.”
he rolls his eyes, grabbing a piece of paper in front of him. “just finish folding those papers.”
she looks down at the crumbled piece of paper on her lap and shakes her head. “no, i don’t want to do it anymore.”
hyukjae looks at the pieces of paper around him and sighs. “what have you been doing all this time? you only folded one!”
“i tried!” she rips the paper in her hands. “it isn’t easy. i can’t do this.” hyoyeon lets herself fall to the ground, huffing and kicking hyukjae’s feet for good measures.
“so you’re just going to let me fold all of them?” he shifts back so her legs can’t reach him anymore and she raises her head to glare at him. he grabs another paper and holds it up. “do you want me to explain it again?”
hyoyeon groans and turns her back to him.
“i know it’s boring, but if we make a hundred of them our admirers will tell us they love us. and we could write messages in them, so we can find our right match.”
“who believes in that crap anyway?” she mutters.
“come on hyoyeon, the least we can do is try. it’s better than doing nothing and see if someone shows up.”
she turns around, raising her eyebrow. “do you really believe folding paper and writing messages will help you?”
he nods eagerly.
she sits up, making her way over to him on hands and knees. she takes a deep breath and grabs the paper out of his hands. “alright. explain it to me again.”
“what did you write in them?” he asks, peeking around her shoulder to catch a glimpse of her message.
“nothing.”
“it’s obviously something, i saw you writing earlier.”
she groans, pinching his arm. “it’s none of your business.”
“but i told you what i wrote!”
“i never asked you to tell me. besides, it’s not like i never heard you say you want to date a pretty girl.”
“but what did you write then?” he whines, grabbing her arm. “tell me!”
she rolls her eyes at him, pushing him away. “no. now go and do something else.”
at the end of the night, he still hasn’t gotten anything out of her. he bids her goodnight, telling her to text him once she reaches home (“if you want to know if i reach home safely, you might as well walk me home.” “i don’t want to.” “lazy pig.”) and after avoiding all questions of ‘what were you doing upstairs?’ from his mother, he goes back to his room.
the floor is still full of discarded pieces of paper, all perfectly folded cranes neatly placed in a jar. one crane catches his eye. it looks alright, definitely not out of shape, yet it isn’t in his jar. he picks it up and turns it around, folding it open when he sees something is written on it.
“i just want someone like hyukjae,” he reads out loud.
she pulls the jar out of her bag, smiling at the fifty colored cranes inside of it. even though she hated doing it at first, she’s glad with the result. putting it on her desk, she reaches out to grab her books out of her bag, but stops when she sees a lonely crane.
she picks it up, shaking her head because how could she miss one paper crane? she folds the paper open, wanting to check the message and gasps in surprise.
“i just want a pretty girl. like hyoyeon.”
eunhyuk/hyoyeon ; pg ; 657 words
if you fold a hundred paper cranes, you will find your true love.
» 30 days » day twenty-two » letters.
her feet kick his legs every few seconds. he doesn’t know if she’s doing it on purpose or simply because she’s bored. after five minutes he’s had enough of it and he takes a hold of her left foot.
“stop it.”
the mischievous look on her face tells him she did it on purpose.
“why? does it hurt? i didn’t know you were such a baby.”
he rolls his eyes, grabbing a piece of paper in front of him. “just finish folding those papers.”
she looks down at the crumbled piece of paper on her lap and shakes her head. “no, i don’t want to do it anymore.”
hyukjae looks at the pieces of paper around him and sighs. “what have you been doing all this time? you only folded one!”
“i tried!” she rips the paper in her hands. “it isn’t easy. i can’t do this.” hyoyeon lets herself fall to the ground, huffing and kicking hyukjae’s feet for good measures.
“so you’re just going to let me fold all of them?” he shifts back so her legs can’t reach him anymore and she raises her head to glare at him. he grabs another paper and holds it up. “do you want me to explain it again?”
hyoyeon groans and turns her back to him.
“i know it’s boring, but if we make a hundred of them our admirers will tell us they love us. and we could write messages in them, so we can find our right match.”
“who believes in that crap anyway?” she mutters.
“come on hyoyeon, the least we can do is try. it’s better than doing nothing and see if someone shows up.”
she turns around, raising her eyebrow. “do you really believe folding paper and writing messages will help you?”
he nods eagerly.
she sits up, making her way over to him on hands and knees. she takes a deep breath and grabs the paper out of his hands. “alright. explain it to me again.”
“what did you write in them?” he asks, peeking around her shoulder to catch a glimpse of her message.
“nothing.”
“it’s obviously something, i saw you writing earlier.”
she groans, pinching his arm. “it’s none of your business.”
“but i told you what i wrote!”
“i never asked you to tell me. besides, it’s not like i never heard you say you want to date a pretty girl.”
“but what did you write then?” he whines, grabbing her arm. “tell me!”
she rolls her eyes at him, pushing him away. “no. now go and do something else.”
at the end of the night, he still hasn’t gotten anything out of her. he bids her goodnight, telling her to text him once she reaches home (“if you want to know if i reach home safely, you might as well walk me home.” “i don’t want to.” “lazy pig.”) and after avoiding all questions of ‘what were you doing upstairs?’ from his mother, he goes back to his room.
the floor is still full of discarded pieces of paper, all perfectly folded cranes neatly placed in a jar. one crane catches his eye. it looks alright, definitely not out of shape, yet it isn’t in his jar. he picks it up and turns it around, folding it open when he sees something is written on it.
“i just want someone like hyukjae,” he reads out loud.
she pulls the jar out of her bag, smiling at the fifty colored cranes inside of it. even though she hated doing it at first, she’s glad with the result. putting it on her desk, she reaches out to grab her books out of her bag, but stops when she sees a lonely crane.
she picks it up, shaking her head because how could she miss one paper crane? she folds the paper open, wanting to check the message and gasps in surprise.
“i just want a pretty girl. like hyoyeon.”