two drabbles; taemin/sulli, onew/luna; pg
1.
he kisses her for the first time in between dancing practice and vocal practice, hesitant lips over confused ones, though both of them tremble slightly.
“oppa,” her voice is shaking and nervous, her eyes wide and a little teary, “what are you doing?”
“i,” he pauses, unsure, his brows frown with apology because, oh no, please don’t cry, “you have something on. um. on your lips.”
they try their hard to ignore it, the painful thump against their chest, because they know that twelfe and thirteen is way too young age to have what they feel. they pass smiles to each other when they bump on the corridor, trying to erase and forget.
(in the end, his heart jumps to his throat when he finds a little piece of paper, a neat ‘jinri’ and a little heart drawn in the middle by red pen. maybe it’s not too early-maybe, just maybe, it is just the right time.)
2.
“i’m going to debut soon.”
he’s not sure whether it is pain or happiness, the thing flicker across her shining eyes. “that’s great.”
it is the first time he realizes that a smile does not always mean great things. the first time he realizes that maybe she has walked beyond him, that they are not walking together anymore.
3.
he doesn’t try to calm her when she cries, her shoulders shake almost violently. he just sit there, on the swing beside hers, his heels push the ground to make him move.
(congratulation on your debut, he tries to say, but he knows that she can read it from his encouraging grin and supportive eyes, so he doesn’t open his lips, too afraid to ruin this, that, everything.)
he presses his hand on her lower back, and when she looks up with red face and wet eyelashes and wide smile, she looks more beautiful than anything he has ever seen, for the first time. their kiss is sweet and gentle, and it feels nothing like their before, but the happiness bubbles after it, it will always feel like their first.
4.
heechul. wooyoung. taecyeon. even key. someone else. always someone other than him.
he never sees his reflection on her smiling eyes, on sulli’s eyes, not even once. he’s not sure what is it, but he can’t help but to feel a little left out.
(she leaves his side and hug krystal’s shoulder, singing happily with big grin that almost split her face. he stares at the audience, but he can’t help but to notice the way she turns back to him, the way she avoids his eyes; maybe he is left behind.
he changes her contact number to f(x) sulli. he doesn’t try to call her jinri, not anymore.)
5.
hey, he types, do you remember the first time you tell me you love me?
yeah, she sends back, and he reads it too fast for his pounding head, heart, what about it?
(is it still love? is it loved now? do we even knows each other, still?)
nah, he replies, his fingers shaking, but he must admit that he’s relieve, it’s funny to remember that we liked each other back then.
she doesn’t reply. he doesn’t wait.
it’s the first time he lets his heart stops hoping, the first time he lets his heart crack a little.
when you stop falling
sulli-centric, jinki/sunyoung; pg; ~300w
she wonders why it cannot work for them.
unni, she calls out, her voice quiver a little with shame, tears, everything, something, how does it feel to stop loving someone?
sunyoung looks up from her cell phone, the bright smile fades from her face. i, she starts, but then she frowns and tilts her head to the side, i really wouldn’t know.
because jinki is mature and all smile, so nice and warm and she always envies the way they can easily slip into laughter, not fake nor overboard and just, genuine affection. because they match, because they are never afraid nor shy to interact, to be with each other, never scared. because sunyoung is gentle and subtle touches on jinki’s back or hand or elbow and she is never demanding, never selfish, always understanding. because sunyoung is happy enough with sneaky kisses and hugs at the backstage where their make-ups and disguises and pretention are off, and jinki is satisfied with midnight texts and secret calls they could manage to squeeze between their schedules, somehow.
because he can easily slip back from leader onew to clumsy jinki, and she can always turns back from powerful voice luna to sunshine smiles sunyoung. because jinki is not taemin, and sunyoung is not her.
why, she hears the older girl asking, a thick worry plastered around her question, are you okay?
she tries to breathe from her mouth, inhale and exhale and she closes her eyes, wiping her invisible tears off the edge of her eyes in her mind, and, yeah, she smiles, feels her eyes curved into crescents, the famous eye-smile, the thing those people out there love, of course i’m fine.
a/n: i have no inspiration, seriously. WRITER'S BLOCK, PLEASE JUST COME DURING MY EXAM WEEK. but comments are loved? ;______;