begin to hope
queen of hearts
321w; g (jieun/yongguk)
he gave her his heart, she gave him his name.
He likes to call her the queen of hearts and pat her head like a dog. Sometimes it is simultaneous, sometimes not, but he does both every time they pass each other in the hallways with a silly half-grin on his face.
Sometimes she can forget the previous winter, Sunhwa crying all the way back to the dorm and Jieun having to pat her on the back. Sometimes she forgets his sincere words, earnest eyes, and shaky palms and the way she left them all behind because she couldn’t reciprocate them.
So she smiles back and calls him a stalker for popping out of nowhere and scaring her. Yongguk laughs lightly. It is then she remembers that it’s not the same, that she doesn’t crack him up until his eyes water anymore and that they aren’t really friends or strangers but somewhere lost in between.
They chat for a little bit, asking each other details about activities, promotions, and schedules. He doesn’t tell her that he asks his manager for Secret’s schedule sometimes and she doesn’t tell him she’s sorry, sorry for rejecting him but glad that he’s moved on. They are all polite smiles and guarded eyes until one of them has to go to attend to other things with a casual goodbye.
It is her walking away all over again, twisting his heart in her hands as she disappears down the hallway. It feels like that winter, except that she’s already done the breaking with her small, apologetic smiles and distance. But now he’s B.A.P’s Yongguk while she is still Secret’s Jieun, though fame hasn’t brought him any closer to her.
He finds it a little funny and a little sad how she gave him his name when all he ever wanted was her heart.
(He never tells her that he likes to call her the queen of hearts because she still has his, she just doesn’t know it.)
golden
407w; g (jaeseop/jiyeon)
jaeseop can't pay attention in the late afternoon.
There is a way the sunlight chooses people, in the way it makes some look good.
It comes to Jaeseop’s mind in the middle of a Biology lecture. He doesn’t like Biology even though he’s good at it, and finds himself extremely uninterested at the way the professor crones on about chromosomes. He sits in a hall that seats nearly three hundred and near the back, so he’s sure that the professor wouldn’t notice if he decided to doze off a little.
He might not like Biology, but she does, so he tries.
She sits next to the window every day, probably arriving before everyone else to nab the same seat. There is something ethereal about the way the late afternoon sun turns the room all gold and fiery and the way the rays tangle through her straight brown hair. It’s rude to stare, but Jaeseop does anyway, just a little more discreetly.
She looks up and down as she scribbles down notes. It forms an uneven rhythm. Up to the board, down to the paper, the sun making everything glow. He wonders if it hurts her eyes and makes her dizzy. He comes to the conclusion that it doesn’t by watching her continue, on and on and tirelessly.
Jaeseop feels a little disappointed in himself at times like these, sitting in the corner farthest from the board and her, closest to the door. Light is a light bulb overhead, casting pale yellow hues over a five foot radius. It’s kind of lame, he thinks before correcting himself. He’s kind of lame, as a whole.
It’s times like these when he watches her that makes him want to start paying attention in class, but he doesn’t really know how.
He takes the chance to come to class early the next day, hoping for the best. Even twenty minutes before the lecture starts, she’s already there, setting her pens neatly on the desk he calls hers despite etched-in names of bored students on its surface.
He smiles, takes a deep breath, and walks over to sit in the sunlight with her.
(There is a new distraction, this time for both of them as they whisper to each other from the corners of their mouths during the teacher’s lecture.
I’m Jaeseop, he whispers to her. His knees knock the bottom of the table. And you?
Jiyeon, she smiles. Her hair is brighter than ever, everything is golden. Park Jiyeon.)
a sentence is worth a thousand feelings
292w; g (krystal/minho)
they both aren't very talkative people.
Minho is a quiet boy of few words, so when he talks, Krystal tries really hard to listen.
She listens not because she’s good at it (because she’s not). She listens because his words that are so few in between usually summarize thousands of feelings into one sentence. It’s kind of interesting because she finds him kind of interesting, so she sticks around Taemin every now and then to see him.
She can probably count the times they’ve spoken to each other on one hand, so she finds it weird when he chooses her to be his partner on Dream Team. Their communication advances to using two hands and one more, but it mostly consists of him giving her advice about how exactly to jump over the pole.
She’s not sure if she should count those because they’re out of his competitiveness and not interesting at all.
It isn’t until she makes it over the pole and lands on the mat that he says a sentence that counts for one whole hand and a happy floating in her stomach.
We make a good team, he tells her after the cameras are off and goodbyes are said. Krystal still feels the warmth of his arms and the flush of excitement on her cheeks, only getting darker from his words. He is excited too, and she wonders if it is Minho talking or the elation inside.
Do we really? she asks. She looks up a little to meet his eyes. He grabs her hand and gives it a squeeze before they go into their separate vans.
Really.
(They trade phone numbers a little after that. He talks a lot more to her now, but she still finds him and his words interesting. Very interesting.)
321w; g (jieun/yongguk)
he gave her his heart, she gave him his name.
He likes to call her the queen of hearts and pat her head like a dog. Sometimes it is simultaneous, sometimes not, but he does both every time they pass each other in the hallways with a silly half-grin on his face.
Sometimes she can forget the previous winter, Sunhwa crying all the way back to the dorm and Jieun having to pat her on the back. Sometimes she forgets his sincere words, earnest eyes, and shaky palms and the way she left them all behind because she couldn’t reciprocate them.
So she smiles back and calls him a stalker for popping out of nowhere and scaring her. Yongguk laughs lightly. It is then she remembers that it’s not the same, that she doesn’t crack him up until his eyes water anymore and that they aren’t really friends or strangers but somewhere lost in between.
They chat for a little bit, asking each other details about activities, promotions, and schedules. He doesn’t tell her that he asks his manager for Secret’s schedule sometimes and she doesn’t tell him she’s sorry, sorry for rejecting him but glad that he’s moved on. They are all polite smiles and guarded eyes until one of them has to go to attend to other things with a casual goodbye.
It is her walking away all over again, twisting his heart in her hands as she disappears down the hallway. It feels like that winter, except that she’s already done the breaking with her small, apologetic smiles and distance. But now he’s B.A.P’s Yongguk while she is still Secret’s Jieun, though fame hasn’t brought him any closer to her.
He finds it a little funny and a little sad how she gave him his name when all he ever wanted was her heart.
(He never tells her that he likes to call her the queen of hearts because she still has his, she just doesn’t know it.)
golden
407w; g (jaeseop/jiyeon)
jaeseop can't pay attention in the late afternoon.
There is a way the sunlight chooses people, in the way it makes some look good.
It comes to Jaeseop’s mind in the middle of a Biology lecture. He doesn’t like Biology even though he’s good at it, and finds himself extremely uninterested at the way the professor crones on about chromosomes. He sits in a hall that seats nearly three hundred and near the back, so he’s sure that the professor wouldn’t notice if he decided to doze off a little.
He might not like Biology, but she does, so he tries.
She sits next to the window every day, probably arriving before everyone else to nab the same seat. There is something ethereal about the way the late afternoon sun turns the room all gold and fiery and the way the rays tangle through her straight brown hair. It’s rude to stare, but Jaeseop does anyway, just a little more discreetly.
She looks up and down as she scribbles down notes. It forms an uneven rhythm. Up to the board, down to the paper, the sun making everything glow. He wonders if it hurts her eyes and makes her dizzy. He comes to the conclusion that it doesn’t by watching her continue, on and on and tirelessly.
Jaeseop feels a little disappointed in himself at times like these, sitting in the corner farthest from the board and her, closest to the door. Light is a light bulb overhead, casting pale yellow hues over a five foot radius. It’s kind of lame, he thinks before correcting himself. He’s kind of lame, as a whole.
It’s times like these when he watches her that makes him want to start paying attention in class, but he doesn’t really know how.
He takes the chance to come to class early the next day, hoping for the best. Even twenty minutes before the lecture starts, she’s already there, setting her pens neatly on the desk he calls hers despite etched-in names of bored students on its surface.
He smiles, takes a deep breath, and walks over to sit in the sunlight with her.
(There is a new distraction, this time for both of them as they whisper to each other from the corners of their mouths during the teacher’s lecture.
I’m Jaeseop, he whispers to her. His knees knock the bottom of the table. And you?
Jiyeon, she smiles. Her hair is brighter than ever, everything is golden. Park Jiyeon.)
a sentence is worth a thousand feelings
292w; g (krystal/minho)
they both aren't very talkative people.
Minho is a quiet boy of few words, so when he talks, Krystal tries really hard to listen.
She listens not because she’s good at it (because she’s not). She listens because his words that are so few in between usually summarize thousands of feelings into one sentence. It’s kind of interesting because she finds him kind of interesting, so she sticks around Taemin every now and then to see him.
She can probably count the times they’ve spoken to each other on one hand, so she finds it weird when he chooses her to be his partner on Dream Team. Their communication advances to using two hands and one more, but it mostly consists of him giving her advice about how exactly to jump over the pole.
She’s not sure if she should count those because they’re out of his competitiveness and not interesting at all.
It isn’t until she makes it over the pole and lands on the mat that he says a sentence that counts for one whole hand and a happy floating in her stomach.
We make a good team, he tells her after the cameras are off and goodbyes are said. Krystal still feels the warmth of his arms and the flush of excitement on her cheeks, only getting darker from his words. He is excited too, and she wonders if it is Minho talking or the elation inside.
Do we really? she asks. She looks up a little to meet his eyes. He grabs her hand and gives it a squeeze before they go into their separate vans.
Really.
(They trade phone numbers a little after that. He talks a lot more to her now, but she still finds him and his words interesting. Very interesting.)