{ oneshot } Another Candle Closer
Title: Another Candle Closer
Fandom: Big Bang/2NE1
Pairing: Hints BaeJi, kind of.
Genre: Angst?
Rating: PG
Summary: Minji ages another year, get another candle, has another wish to make.
Warnings: Youngbae POV. It's sort of depressing, ngl.
A/N: Written for a 10 minutes prompt challenge. I put it here because I exist.
Inspired from: This.
"Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you, Minji~ Happy birthday to you!"
She smiles like sunshine. She is the center of attention and everyone covers her with presents and wishes for a great path toward adulthood. She says she will be strong and take her growing up seriously. Minji really knows how to make us all proud of her with a smile or two and the right words at the right places, it is like a special talent she has. She is much older inside than some other girls her age I knew. I'm proud of her. We're all proud of her.
"Minji! Soon enough, you're gonna be an adult, ya heard me?"
"I heard!" She smiles, "I will be a graceful adult~"
"Minji, are you sure you're growing up? I swear you're the same cutie as yesterday."
"I always want to be the same!" She chirped at another sunbae, "It will change my body, not my soul~"
I think it is very cute that she says things like she was just going to breaststroke easily through it like it was nothing. I have been there and am still going through it and it really is not easy but everyone says she will do fine. I believe it too. She is so sweet and adorable, though. I still can't believe I'll get to see her grow up and bloom into an adult, a little like she was a flower. No matter how creepy I may be for thinking this, I can't really help thinking about who will pick that flower from the field. I will definitely be a little sad to see that happen, or jealous of both parties for different reasons.
I like her positivity, her energy and her smiles. I wish her the best and though I did not have a good present for her, I promised I will give her advice and a listening ear if she ever needs me. I haven't been an adult for too long myself... but I guess the age gap between us is enough to give me some sort of answers for her.
Everything was just peachy. I usually am not really the kind to take the time to party and celebrate properly but we all did in a safe, non-alcoholic environment. It was fun, even if I'm more the spectator type, to see that everyone was having a good time and that she was going from person to person with that never dying smile on her face. A perfect smile to die for, to protect, to fall in love with, to write songs about, to reply to with one of your own...
I just wish I didn't find that smile being traded with tears and sobs stairs after the party.
"Hey, what's wrong?" I asked, moving my fitted hat away from my face to look at her. I sat next to her on the steps of the staircase no one really used because of the elevator. The sight of her crying made me want to run away, it was like clouds suddenly covered the skies of a happy day. I don't know how to put it.
She sobbed and clung to my arm very tightly against her chest. I could feel her heart and even the distress from it.
"Youngbae-oppa... I'm afraid."
Her words got a frown on my face. I'm not the closest to her but I can still feel my heart break, her sadness was just as contagious as her usual giddiness.
"What are you afraid of?" I asked, wiping a tear from her face after hesitating for fear that her tears actually also hurt me physically.
"Growing up."
Now, this wasn't expected. After all, she seemed so positive about it all day.
I tried to smile in an attempt to see her mirroring it, in vain.
"Why does it scare you?"
"I don't want to change," She sniffed loudly, "I don't want to be an adult and only think about my job and obligations. Adults are dead children."
"Oh." Those were the moments where I wish I was better with words so I could give her what an adult would give a growing child to help them up when they feel down. I am not much of an adult, I did not know what to say or do for her to feel safe. "... I'm sorry."
I sighed and held her without any more words. That was all I had to offer: Being here and a lousy apology.It felt uncomfortable.
She looks much older than some girls her age but I know that inside she's just a a beautiful young girl who wants to stay as one.
At that moment, I wished I had my own wishing candles to blow too like I did as a kid.
If I had them, I could wish for her to not have this feeling in her heart... no matter how right it actually is.
Fandom: Big Bang/2NE1
Pairing: Hints BaeJi, kind of.
Genre: Angst?
Rating: PG
Summary: Minji ages another year, get another candle, has another wish to make.
Warnings: Youngbae POV. It's sort of depressing, ngl.
A/N: Written for a 10 minutes prompt challenge. I put it here because I exist.
Inspired from: This.
"Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you, Minji~ Happy birthday to you!"
She smiles like sunshine. She is the center of attention and everyone covers her with presents and wishes for a great path toward adulthood. She says she will be strong and take her growing up seriously. Minji really knows how to make us all proud of her with a smile or two and the right words at the right places, it is like a special talent she has. She is much older inside than some other girls her age I knew. I'm proud of her. We're all proud of her.
"Minji! Soon enough, you're gonna be an adult, ya heard me?"
"I heard!" She smiles, "I will be a graceful adult~"
"Minji, are you sure you're growing up? I swear you're the same cutie as yesterday."
"I always want to be the same!" She chirped at another sunbae, "It will change my body, not my soul~"
I think it is very cute that she says things like she was just going to breaststroke easily through it like it was nothing. I have been there and am still going through it and it really is not easy but everyone says she will do fine. I believe it too. She is so sweet and adorable, though. I still can't believe I'll get to see her grow up and bloom into an adult, a little like she was a flower. No matter how creepy I may be for thinking this, I can't really help thinking about who will pick that flower from the field. I will definitely be a little sad to see that happen, or jealous of both parties for different reasons.
I like her positivity, her energy and her smiles. I wish her the best and though I did not have a good present for her, I promised I will give her advice and a listening ear if she ever needs me. I haven't been an adult for too long myself... but I guess the age gap between us is enough to give me some sort of answers for her.
Everything was just peachy. I usually am not really the kind to take the time to party and celebrate properly but we all did in a safe, non-alcoholic environment. It was fun, even if I'm more the spectator type, to see that everyone was having a good time and that she was going from person to person with that never dying smile on her face. A perfect smile to die for, to protect, to fall in love with, to write songs about, to reply to with one of your own...
I just wish I didn't find that smile being traded with tears and sobs stairs after the party.
"Hey, what's wrong?" I asked, moving my fitted hat away from my face to look at her. I sat next to her on the steps of the staircase no one really used because of the elevator. The sight of her crying made me want to run away, it was like clouds suddenly covered the skies of a happy day. I don't know how to put it.
She sobbed and clung to my arm very tightly against her chest. I could feel her heart and even the distress from it.
"Youngbae-oppa... I'm afraid."
Her words got a frown on my face. I'm not the closest to her but I can still feel my heart break, her sadness was just as contagious as her usual giddiness.
"What are you afraid of?" I asked, wiping a tear from her face after hesitating for fear that her tears actually also hurt me physically.
"Growing up."
Now, this wasn't expected. After all, she seemed so positive about it all day.
I tried to smile in an attempt to see her mirroring it, in vain.
"Why does it scare you?"
"I don't want to change," She sniffed loudly, "I don't want to be an adult and only think about my job and obligations. Adults are dead children."
"Oh." Those were the moments where I wish I was better with words so I could give her what an adult would give a growing child to help them up when they feel down. I am not much of an adult, I did not know what to say or do for her to feel safe. "... I'm sorry."
I sighed and held her without any more words. That was all I had to offer: Being here and a lousy apology.It felt uncomfortable.
She looks much older than some girls her age but I know that inside she's just a a beautiful young girl who wants to stay as one.
At that moment, I wished I had my own wishing candles to blow too like I did as a kid.
If I had them, I could wish for her to not have this feeling in her heart... no matter how right it actually is.