Naruto, Kpop
Title: Let Me Teach You
Fandom: Naruto
Rating:PG
Pairing: LeeKin
Summary: Continuation of my really old story Different
He can nearly be considered a regular now, except regulars usually drink too much and have a reputation of having to be shoved out the door at last call. So Kin doesn’t really classify him as a regular; he’s just there, at the bar, all the time. He has a few different drinks he gets now, but they are never very strong, and he never gets more than one, and even though that means she isn’t making as much money off of him, she is intrigued and a little relieved at the change of pace. Not to mention the fact that he always tips her obscene amounts.
Lee mentally related Seiya to a cat, although not really. It was hard to explain really, but he hadn’t been able to get the comparison out of his mind since the first time he noticed the bell tied to her belt loop, and she had narrowed her eyes almost defensively, ”For good luck, and get that smirk off your face Lee”, since then he had teased her mercilessly; or at least, whenever she seemed like when she was in a good enough mood not to hit him for such. His hand would lash out with the speed he was famous for and tap the small, purple thing with a grin, taking great delight in the sound it made and then annoyed look in her eyes when she turned to him.
The night that she sprayed him with water didn’t damper his fun much, it also didn’t affect the fire that she had sparked in his eyes for the woman who still given him a name after two months.
The knowledge that it was silly to have a crush on a girl he hardly knew-again-hardly phased Lee, after all, anything was possible right?
“Earth to Lee!” Eyes so dark they were black crinkled with amusement that caused Rock Lee’s cheeks to be stained red as he blinked stupidly at Seiya, and he was speaking before he realized it.
“What do you do during the day, Seiya-san?” Lee had the funny habit of not being able to tell when things he said could be taken wrongly, and the younger woman’s body stilled as her eyes scanned him as if trying to pick him apart.
Whatever she found seemed to please her enough, and she resumed cleaning the bar, “I clean, I sleep, and like you, I teach.” It wasn’t long after he started visiting the bar that Lee began telling stories about the dojo where he taught kids and teens three days a week, after all his best stories came from there, along with his best challenges.
Mouth open in shock, drink completely forgotten, his mind whirled at this new information and felt himself get excited at this new side of the mysterious woman in front of him, “Teach? What do you teach? What age group? Where? When? Can I watch?” The sudden barrage of questions might be shocking to someone who hadn’t grown use to Lee and all of his bouts of intense curiosity and eagerness.
But the girl with the waterfall of inky hair merely started her nightly restocking, “Violin, various age groups, mostly kids, and the local highschool.” Her voice is muffled because she is currently partially under the bar and he leans over-before falling back with such force he nearly falls off of his stool in fear that he will see something in decent-“That is so cool Seiya-san! I have always been jealous of those who are musically inclined! The violin is an elegant and noble instrument and I think it fits you!”
It isn’t clear what makes her cease her movements and pull her head out of the cabinet to peer at him as if he just sprouted wings: his enthusiasm that practically leads him to shouting or the fact that he just called her noble and elegant.
“Right, well, it’s a living I guess. Sometimes its more stressful than this place, at least the kids usually smell better than the guys here though.” She stands, and for a moment he can see the tiredness that has been building up in her weary form show through before her back straightens and she gestures towards the door, “Closing time Lee, out you go.” He heads towards the exit with his usual complacency, and somehow its more like he’s being escorted to the door by a friend after leaving their place than he is leaving a bar.
“Uhm, I was wondering, Seiya-san, if you wanted to drop by the Dojo sometime.” Her body stills again, her hand on the doorknob and she settles that stare on him again. There is a moment where he shuffles back and forth on his feet awkwardly for a moment, though his grin is no less determined, before she nods, “I’ll think about it.”
Title: Karma
Fandom: Shining Effects
Rating: PG13 for language
Pairing: Friendship Minho/Amber
Summary: Sometimes we don’t realize that there are people who are hurting just as much as us.
She hadn’t been thinking, fuck, she hadn’t been thinking at all. She knows that now. When she came to their manager and told him that she wasn’t sure if she could handle this much longer and he told her to just hold out till the end of their promotional period, she hadn’t expected to get injured. It was almost convenient, really.
So she went home, and needless to say, it was glorious. Her friends got to hear her rant in English about how so many people were fake in the idol business that even when she met someone was genuine she doubted them. She was tomboyish already, but now her wardrobe back in Korea only had baggy boyish clothes, and it drove her crazy! It was all big jackets and brand name jeans, none of the long flowy skirts she had been known to occasionally favor back home, or the airy pirate-like blouses she had a fascination with.
In Korea you could only be one thing, if she was going to be tomboyish she had to be boyish all the time, and the Koreans liked her like that for awhile; she was like a shiny new toy, like Jessica and Tiffany’s English. Unfortunately, they didn’t like her boyishness for long, and then the name calling from netizens started, the accusations and she just wanted to yell at them
Its not my fault!
Her rapping wasn’t good enough, her sexy-dancing wasn’t up to par, and they wouldn’t let her sing even though she, personally, thought she was a better singer than rapper. She got along with boys better than girls but it was her career if she was spotted with a boy alone outside of an official SME function-hell some netizens would roast her if they saw her talking to a boy too much at a concert even-so she had to sneak just to hang out with guys like she had some kind of disease.
Personally, she was pretty sure that they wouldn’t let her sing because Diva Baby Jung didn’t want anymore competition, but that was just a theory.
So she stayed in America a bit longer than planned. Ate too many cheeseburgers, while SME lets her stew with her anger, because they’ve let her know as nicely as they pleased that she wasn’t going to be leaving f(X) anytime soon.
It never occurred to Amber that the few friends she had made in South Korea, the ones that weren’t fake, the ones that kept her sane, were suffering from her absence. It never crossed her mind that the managers weren’t telling people that she was coming back other than the standard SM response whenever an idol left for an extended period of time, and for some stupid reason, an email just seemed beyond her capacity in all that time she spent in America.
Which is probably why Minho continued to practice basketball under the streetlights without acknowledging her presence, though she had strode onto the court ten minutes ago with a purpose. They were friends, right? Friendship could endure six months of not speaking, right? Amber didn’t realize how stupid and selfish she had been at that point. The pieces were just falling into place in her head now, as the older boy sweated while jumping at the hoop, his body stiff and his expression unchanging, f(X)’s umma’s words from a few hours prior ringing in her ears, ”What are we to you Amber, for you to not come to us when you were miserable?” The Chinese girl felt her heart clench painfully, as the first friend she had made continued to ignore her, and the first boy who had gotten her to really relax at this place-through sports and somewhat lewd jokes that reminded her of home-treated her like a stranger, when they had spent hours on this very court, sweating and making idiots out of themselves while playing one on one which somehow, often ended in a wrestling match.
“Minho…” Her throat hurts so bad she almost doesn’t want to speak but she has to in the vain hopes that he will just fucking look at her but he doesn’t, and she’s wrapping her arms around her midsection in an old habit that she thought she had long grown past.
Irritation and anger flares up suddenly, and she doesn’t care that he is obviously hurting too because she had her reasons for doing what she did that he couldn’t understand and who gave him the right to treat her this way anyway?! With the return of her confidence her eyes narrowed and her stance widened, which was just in time for the basketball to go astray in her direction, and she dove for it before Minho could catch up to it.
The smirk on her lips died when he snatched it from her grip without a word and irritation turned to hot anger when Minho yanked the ball from her hands without so much as a glance to her face, returning to shooting hoops without a backwards glance.
“Minho, what the hell is your problem? I thought we were better friends than this!” His movements ceased and the basketball bounced to the ground, once, twice and a third time before being snatched up by Minho as his steps took him past her.
To say that the basketball being shoved into her gut hurt would be an understatement, but it was his statement; “Yeah I thought so to. Funny how you think you know a person, isn’t it?” that makes her eyes squeeze shut and her anger fall from her with all of her bravado.
To think, she felt alone before leaving for America, now, sitting on the court all alone, clutching a basketball, she knew what it really was to feel lonely.
Fandom: Naruto
Rating:PG
Pairing: LeeKin
Summary: Continuation of my really old story Different
He can nearly be considered a regular now, except regulars usually drink too much and have a reputation of having to be shoved out the door at last call. So Kin doesn’t really classify him as a regular; he’s just there, at the bar, all the time. He has a few different drinks he gets now, but they are never very strong, and he never gets more than one, and even though that means she isn’t making as much money off of him, she is intrigued and a little relieved at the change of pace. Not to mention the fact that he always tips her obscene amounts.
Lee mentally related Seiya to a cat, although not really. It was hard to explain really, but he hadn’t been able to get the comparison out of his mind since the first time he noticed the bell tied to her belt loop, and she had narrowed her eyes almost defensively, ”For good luck, and get that smirk off your face Lee”, since then he had teased her mercilessly; or at least, whenever she seemed like when she was in a good enough mood not to hit him for such. His hand would lash out with the speed he was famous for and tap the small, purple thing with a grin, taking great delight in the sound it made and then annoyed look in her eyes when she turned to him.
The night that she sprayed him with water didn’t damper his fun much, it also didn’t affect the fire that she had sparked in his eyes for the woman who still given him a name after two months.
The knowledge that it was silly to have a crush on a girl he hardly knew-again-hardly phased Lee, after all, anything was possible right?
“Earth to Lee!” Eyes so dark they were black crinkled with amusement that caused Rock Lee’s cheeks to be stained red as he blinked stupidly at Seiya, and he was speaking before he realized it.
“What do you do during the day, Seiya-san?” Lee had the funny habit of not being able to tell when things he said could be taken wrongly, and the younger woman’s body stilled as her eyes scanned him as if trying to pick him apart.
Whatever she found seemed to please her enough, and she resumed cleaning the bar, “I clean, I sleep, and like you, I teach.” It wasn’t long after he started visiting the bar that Lee began telling stories about the dojo where he taught kids and teens three days a week, after all his best stories came from there, along with his best challenges.
Mouth open in shock, drink completely forgotten, his mind whirled at this new information and felt himself get excited at this new side of the mysterious woman in front of him, “Teach? What do you teach? What age group? Where? When? Can I watch?” The sudden barrage of questions might be shocking to someone who hadn’t grown use to Lee and all of his bouts of intense curiosity and eagerness.
But the girl with the waterfall of inky hair merely started her nightly restocking, “Violin, various age groups, mostly kids, and the local highschool.” Her voice is muffled because she is currently partially under the bar and he leans over-before falling back with such force he nearly falls off of his stool in fear that he will see something in decent-“That is so cool Seiya-san! I have always been jealous of those who are musically inclined! The violin is an elegant and noble instrument and I think it fits you!”
It isn’t clear what makes her cease her movements and pull her head out of the cabinet to peer at him as if he just sprouted wings: his enthusiasm that practically leads him to shouting or the fact that he just called her noble and elegant.
“Right, well, it’s a living I guess. Sometimes its more stressful than this place, at least the kids usually smell better than the guys here though.” She stands, and for a moment he can see the tiredness that has been building up in her weary form show through before her back straightens and she gestures towards the door, “Closing time Lee, out you go.” He heads towards the exit with his usual complacency, and somehow its more like he’s being escorted to the door by a friend after leaving their place than he is leaving a bar.
“Uhm, I was wondering, Seiya-san, if you wanted to drop by the Dojo sometime.” Her body stills again, her hand on the doorknob and she settles that stare on him again. There is a moment where he shuffles back and forth on his feet awkwardly for a moment, though his grin is no less determined, before she nods, “I’ll think about it.”
Title: Karma
Fandom: Shining Effects
Rating: PG13 for language
Pairing: Friendship Minho/Amber
Summary: Sometimes we don’t realize that there are people who are hurting just as much as us.
She hadn’t been thinking, fuck, she hadn’t been thinking at all. She knows that now. When she came to their manager and told him that she wasn’t sure if she could handle this much longer and he told her to just hold out till the end of their promotional period, she hadn’t expected to get injured. It was almost convenient, really.
So she went home, and needless to say, it was glorious. Her friends got to hear her rant in English about how so many people were fake in the idol business that even when she met someone was genuine she doubted them. She was tomboyish already, but now her wardrobe back in Korea only had baggy boyish clothes, and it drove her crazy! It was all big jackets and brand name jeans, none of the long flowy skirts she had been known to occasionally favor back home, or the airy pirate-like blouses she had a fascination with.
In Korea you could only be one thing, if she was going to be tomboyish she had to be boyish all the time, and the Koreans liked her like that for awhile; she was like a shiny new toy, like Jessica and Tiffany’s English. Unfortunately, they didn’t like her boyishness for long, and then the name calling from netizens started, the accusations and she just wanted to yell at them
Its not my fault!
Her rapping wasn’t good enough, her sexy-dancing wasn’t up to par, and they wouldn’t let her sing even though she, personally, thought she was a better singer than rapper. She got along with boys better than girls but it was her career if she was spotted with a boy alone outside of an official SME function-hell some netizens would roast her if they saw her talking to a boy too much at a concert even-so she had to sneak just to hang out with guys like she had some kind of disease.
Personally, she was pretty sure that they wouldn’t let her sing because Diva Baby Jung didn’t want anymore competition, but that was just a theory.
So she stayed in America a bit longer than planned. Ate too many cheeseburgers, while SME lets her stew with her anger, because they’ve let her know as nicely as they pleased that she wasn’t going to be leaving f(X) anytime soon.
It never occurred to Amber that the few friends she had made in South Korea, the ones that weren’t fake, the ones that kept her sane, were suffering from her absence. It never crossed her mind that the managers weren’t telling people that she was coming back other than the standard SM response whenever an idol left for an extended period of time, and for some stupid reason, an email just seemed beyond her capacity in all that time she spent in America.
Which is probably why Minho continued to practice basketball under the streetlights without acknowledging her presence, though she had strode onto the court ten minutes ago with a purpose. They were friends, right? Friendship could endure six months of not speaking, right? Amber didn’t realize how stupid and selfish she had been at that point. The pieces were just falling into place in her head now, as the older boy sweated while jumping at the hoop, his body stiff and his expression unchanging, f(X)’s umma’s words from a few hours prior ringing in her ears, ”What are we to you Amber, for you to not come to us when you were miserable?” The Chinese girl felt her heart clench painfully, as the first friend she had made continued to ignore her, and the first boy who had gotten her to really relax at this place-through sports and somewhat lewd jokes that reminded her of home-treated her like a stranger, when they had spent hours on this very court, sweating and making idiots out of themselves while playing one on one which somehow, often ended in a wrestling match.
“Minho…” Her throat hurts so bad she almost doesn’t want to speak but she has to in the vain hopes that he will just fucking look at her but he doesn’t, and she’s wrapping her arms around her midsection in an old habit that she thought she had long grown past.
Irritation and anger flares up suddenly, and she doesn’t care that he is obviously hurting too because she had her reasons for doing what she did that he couldn’t understand and who gave him the right to treat her this way anyway?! With the return of her confidence her eyes narrowed and her stance widened, which was just in time for the basketball to go astray in her direction, and she dove for it before Minho could catch up to it.
The smirk on her lips died when he snatched it from her grip without a word and irritation turned to hot anger when Minho yanked the ball from her hands without so much as a glance to her face, returning to shooting hoops without a backwards glance.
“Minho, what the hell is your problem? I thought we were better friends than this!” His movements ceased and the basketball bounced to the ground, once, twice and a third time before being snatched up by Minho as his steps took him past her.
To say that the basketball being shoved into her gut hurt would be an understatement, but it was his statement; “Yeah I thought so to. Funny how you think you know a person, isn’t it?” that makes her eyes squeeze shut and her anger fall from her with all of her bravado.
To think, she felt alone before leaving for America, now, sitting on the court all alone, clutching a basketball, she knew what it really was to feel lonely.