"Dolce"
Title: Dolce
Rating: PG
Pairing: girl!2min
Notes: Yes, I did a ‘part three’ x_x But I liked how this story was going, and I think, overall, it’ll be five parts. Five’s a good number. It’s not necessary to read the first two stories to enjoy this one, but if you’re curious, this is the first, and this is the second. It’s… not as interesting, but has a light coating of fluff to keep some appeal. Hope you all like it. The next will be better T_T; Per usual, not thoroughly proof read, so excuse typos D:
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“Really!?” The older girl’s voice was excited and almost uncharacteristically loud, to the point that Taeyeon nearly dropped the phone. She held the device away at arms length, still able to hear her senior perfectly clear, even with the added distance. It was odd for Eunsook to squeal in such a fashion, but… clearly she was ecstatic over this turn of events. “This is great Taeyeon! So what does that make you now?”
“… I don’t know unnie,” the younger girl replied, finally able to put the phone back to her ear without the concern of her eardrum combusting. She kicked her feet slowly, legs hanging over the edge of her bed. The feeling of Minjung’s mouth still lingered in the back of her head, and each time she thought about that shared moment in the kitchen, her lips tingled, longing to feel that slightly chapped skin once again. The girl swallowed, plucking stray threads out of her sheet. “… Things are really confusing right now… And even after that…” she flopped backwards onto the mattress, “I don’t want to jump to conclusions, you know?” The line was silent.
“… So what are you going to do?”
She still didn’t know. That conversation had occurred at about 10pm the previous night. Taeyeon hadn’t been able to fall asleep with her mind so busy, so she called the only person she could think of that might possibly be awake at that hour, and wouldn’t bite her head off for disturbing potential beauty sleep. Eunsook was such an angel to all of them, not to mention extremely smart. Booksmart above all, but she had a wise head on her shoulders, and yesterday hadn’t been the first time she’d gone to Eunsook with her problems. It was, however, the first time the younger girl was acting without a solid decision.
It wasn’t completely her fault. She could blame some of it on Minjung for telling her she had a soccer game that morning. She could also blame her because the taller female had mentioned how much she liked that blueberry pomegranate tea. Thus, here the freshman was, walking down the sidewalk on a surprisingly chilly morning, a thermos filled with hot tea clutched between her dainty hands. She could smell it seeping from the spout, and it caused her nose to wrinkle. Even when it was almost fully contained tea didn’t strike her fancy. Taeyeon’s walking slowed, vision scanning the surrounding area. She was beginning to hear cheers and hollering, which meant she had to be getting close to the proper field. Location had been the only thing Minjung hadn’t told her, but there were really only three used fields in the neighborhood, so it was process of elimination.
As soon as it had slowed, it picked up again, her steps quickening to a light jog as the crowd of people came into view, members wearing various shades of sapphire to support their team. When Taeyeon finally reached the edge of the fence, it became clear that the ‘crowd’ she’d spotted were just the stragglers. The bleachers were packed, but this wasn’t out of the ordinary. Their soccer team was currently undefeated, and everyone wanted to see if they’d finish first in the league again; ever since Minjung had been placed on the list, they had. Delicate fingers curled through the chain link, a small smile pulling at those chill-kissed features as the wanted individual crossed her vision.
Even on this colder morning, pearlescent sky-blue uniforms consisted of a tee-shirt and shorts. Minjung’s seemed a bit longer than the ones the other girls wore, and Taeyeon was convinced that she’d actually picked up the pair designed for the boy’s soccer team. It wasn’t like the coach could tell her to change though; she was still following dresscode if you wanted to get technical. Those long and perfectly shaped legs carried her effortlessly across the field, her hair in a high ponytail to keep it out of her way, though rebellious pieces managed to free themselves and stick to her damp forehead. It didn’t matter though - that hair could have stuck itself to her eyeballs and Minjung wouldn’t have even flinched. She was too competitive and too focused on what she was doing to let such trivial things get in her way, and that little detail only solidified itself as a powerful kick landed the soccer ball directly into the opponents goal.
Her grip on the fence tightened, bouncing on her heels in excitement, and if Taeyeon’s hands hadn’t been full, she probably would have clapped and cheered right along with the large crowd. The freshman pulled back from the fence, and she couldn’t help but laugh as Minjung kissed her index finger and held it to the air. What the hell did that even mean? The younger girl just dismissed it as a sports thing, and even if she didn’t know what it represented, seeing Minjung so happy out there just made her heart feel warm. Gripping the still warm container of tea, she shuffled through the opening in the fence, soft apologies offered to any body she may have bumped into along the way.
She regretted that she hadn’t gotten their sooner to see the full first half, but at the same time, Taeyeon supposed that if she had arrived at that time, the tea she’d brought as her present would have been frozen by the time Miinjung was able to get off the field and take it. Thankfully, she’d arrived at just the right moment to catch the fifteen minute break period. Their star player made her first priority the water bottle sitting on the bench, but as soon as she turned to face the crowd, Taeyeon’s free hand lifted and the girl offered a shy wave. There was too much distance between them to tell how Minjung reacted, but by her quickly approaching figure, it was obvious that she had, at the very least, seen her. The athlete stopped before her, blinking those large eyes and flashing her award winning smile. “I didn’t think you’d be here,” she wiped some sweat from her brow. “It’s a bit early for you to be awake isn’t it?”
A bit of red lifted to her cheeks that had nothing to do with the cold, and Taeyeon shrugged. “It is. That’s why I’m here late.” Minjung hummed and Taeyeon’s vision shifted, taking a sudden interest in the beaten field, then slowly returned to the other girl. The tea was held out with both hands, the younger of the two biting her bottom lip before spitting out the only thing her brain could formulate at that time. “You look good out there.” It wasn’t necessarily a bad thing to say, but there were lots of other things she could have said that Minjung didn’t hear seven or eight times at every single game and practice. Regardless, she smiled, accepting the gift before looking her smaller friend up and down.
“You do too.”
Taeyeon squeaked. Being blatantly flirted with wasn’t part of her non-existent plan, but she couldn’t deny that she welcomed it… even if all sense of coherency giggled in mirth as it seeped from her body and ran away squealing. “A- uh…” Taeyeon blinked. Minjung’s smile only widened. “Thank… you…” And why shouldn’t she get complimented? It may have been unintentional, but the younger girl did look quite adorable that day. Pink boots over black leggings with an oversized shirt, all hidden beneath an auburn jacket with faux fur trim. Even her hair had been played with, the short black tresses done up in small pigtails as opposed to the mild decoration her headband brought.
“The tea’s good.” She didn’t even notice that Minjung had sampled the contents, quickly blinking her confusion away. The other girl’s smile only brightened. “Thank you for bringing it out to me. Ah- here.” Her wrist was grabbed and pulled forward, palm quickly coming into contact with the warm container, and Minjung’s palm as she settled her own hand atop the smaller ones. “It’ll keep your hands warm,” Taeyeon blinked again. Her hands were cold yes, but it wasn’t chilly enough to require gloves. Even if it had been… this was much better. More blinking. Say something!
“U-.. Unnie.”
“Ne?”
Taeyeon could feel the blood rushing to her face and her hands became that much colder, her tongue running over her lips. This may not have been the best time… but she had Minjung now, and she may not be able to get her undivided attention later. And after that? God only knew it would take her another week to work up the courage to even think about confessing. “I-” Her stomach tied itself in knots to trap the butterflies she felt. “I… uh…” Minjung’s head tilted to the side. Taeyeon’s heart quickened at the sight of that beautiful smile; those glittering eyes and the feel of the other girls thumb stroking over her knuckle. How did you even do this without it coming off as random and extremely awkward? ‘Thanks for the tea.’ ‘You’re welcome. By the way, I’m in love with you.’ For some reason, that just didn’t seem like it would flow well. Why did it always work out in books and movies? “I… think I might…-”
“I talked to Eunsook last night.”
Her cheeks had went from a pretty rose tint to cherry-rivaling crimson. Honestly, Taeyeon was sure that Eunsook had talked to all of them last night for one reason or another, but the timing of Minjung’s words, and the fact that she knew Minjung wasn’t an oblivious bimbo, the younger girl quickly fit the pieces together. That posed another question though: did Eunsook tell, or… had Minjung asked? “… Oh.” Should she run?
Minjung’s hand lifted, cupping that burning face and causing Taeyeon’s eyes to lift and meet her own. “We decided to get together at that new restaurant later. You coming?” She hadn’t been told about this, but in the end, everyone knew Minjung would tell her anyway, so they probably hadn’t felt the need to pass it on. Silently, Taeyeon nodded. The hand against her cheek slid back, dragging through the bit of hair that hadn’t been pulled up into the ties. Minjung leaned in, and for a moment, Tayeaon thought last nights craving would finally be satisfied. But no; the older female placed her head to the right of the other girls, pressing their cheeks together and warming her cool face on Taeyeon’s burning one. A whistle blew to signal the players back to the field, but Minjung hesitated, not leaving before allowing hot breath to pass over her dongsaeng’s ear; before she could feel her tremble against her. “See you tonight then Taeyeonnie?”
“Y… Yeah.” And with a final radiant smile, Minjung was off, leaving Taeyeon alone with that vile tea. Though at that moment… she was pretty sure she could tolerate the smell of it, especially since she was fighting the urge to press her lips to the same spot Minjung had. There were a few reasons for this. One, she still hated the taste of tea; Two, Minjung could still see her, and three… that was just fucking creepy. Instead, she settled for gripping tighter at the warm cup, her smile redeveloping as she watched the other girl return to her team and she couldn’t help but laugh. She stuck out like a sore thumb; long shorts and a height that was probably better suited for basketball.
And she was perfect that way.
’Next time,’ she thought to herself, pulling the half-full thermos to her chest. ’Next time…’
Rating: PG
Pairing: girl!2min
Notes: Yes, I did a ‘part three’ x_x But I liked how this story was going, and I think, overall, it’ll be five parts. Five’s a good number. It’s not necessary to read the first two stories to enjoy this one, but if you’re curious, this is the first, and this is the second. It’s… not as interesting, but has a light coating of fluff to keep some appeal. Hope you all like it. The next will be better T_T; Per usual, not thoroughly proof read, so excuse typos D:
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“Really!?” The older girl’s voice was excited and almost uncharacteristically loud, to the point that Taeyeon nearly dropped the phone. She held the device away at arms length, still able to hear her senior perfectly clear, even with the added distance. It was odd for Eunsook to squeal in such a fashion, but… clearly she was ecstatic over this turn of events. “This is great Taeyeon! So what does that make you now?”
“… I don’t know unnie,” the younger girl replied, finally able to put the phone back to her ear without the concern of her eardrum combusting. She kicked her feet slowly, legs hanging over the edge of her bed. The feeling of Minjung’s mouth still lingered in the back of her head, and each time she thought about that shared moment in the kitchen, her lips tingled, longing to feel that slightly chapped skin once again. The girl swallowed, plucking stray threads out of her sheet. “… Things are really confusing right now… And even after that…” she flopped backwards onto the mattress, “I don’t want to jump to conclusions, you know?” The line was silent.
“… So what are you going to do?”
She still didn’t know. That conversation had occurred at about 10pm the previous night. Taeyeon hadn’t been able to fall asleep with her mind so busy, so she called the only person she could think of that might possibly be awake at that hour, and wouldn’t bite her head off for disturbing potential beauty sleep. Eunsook was such an angel to all of them, not to mention extremely smart. Booksmart above all, but she had a wise head on her shoulders, and yesterday hadn’t been the first time she’d gone to Eunsook with her problems. It was, however, the first time the younger girl was acting without a solid decision.
It wasn’t completely her fault. She could blame some of it on Minjung for telling her she had a soccer game that morning. She could also blame her because the taller female had mentioned how much she liked that blueberry pomegranate tea. Thus, here the freshman was, walking down the sidewalk on a surprisingly chilly morning, a thermos filled with hot tea clutched between her dainty hands. She could smell it seeping from the spout, and it caused her nose to wrinkle. Even when it was almost fully contained tea didn’t strike her fancy. Taeyeon’s walking slowed, vision scanning the surrounding area. She was beginning to hear cheers and hollering, which meant she had to be getting close to the proper field. Location had been the only thing Minjung hadn’t told her, but there were really only three used fields in the neighborhood, so it was process of elimination.
As soon as it had slowed, it picked up again, her steps quickening to a light jog as the crowd of people came into view, members wearing various shades of sapphire to support their team. When Taeyeon finally reached the edge of the fence, it became clear that the ‘crowd’ she’d spotted were just the stragglers. The bleachers were packed, but this wasn’t out of the ordinary. Their soccer team was currently undefeated, and everyone wanted to see if they’d finish first in the league again; ever since Minjung had been placed on the list, they had. Delicate fingers curled through the chain link, a small smile pulling at those chill-kissed features as the wanted individual crossed her vision.
Even on this colder morning, pearlescent sky-blue uniforms consisted of a tee-shirt and shorts. Minjung’s seemed a bit longer than the ones the other girls wore, and Taeyeon was convinced that she’d actually picked up the pair designed for the boy’s soccer team. It wasn’t like the coach could tell her to change though; she was still following dresscode if you wanted to get technical. Those long and perfectly shaped legs carried her effortlessly across the field, her hair in a high ponytail to keep it out of her way, though rebellious pieces managed to free themselves and stick to her damp forehead. It didn’t matter though - that hair could have stuck itself to her eyeballs and Minjung wouldn’t have even flinched. She was too competitive and too focused on what she was doing to let such trivial things get in her way, and that little detail only solidified itself as a powerful kick landed the soccer ball directly into the opponents goal.
Her grip on the fence tightened, bouncing on her heels in excitement, and if Taeyeon’s hands hadn’t been full, she probably would have clapped and cheered right along with the large crowd. The freshman pulled back from the fence, and she couldn’t help but laugh as Minjung kissed her index finger and held it to the air. What the hell did that even mean? The younger girl just dismissed it as a sports thing, and even if she didn’t know what it represented, seeing Minjung so happy out there just made her heart feel warm. Gripping the still warm container of tea, she shuffled through the opening in the fence, soft apologies offered to any body she may have bumped into along the way.
She regretted that she hadn’t gotten their sooner to see the full first half, but at the same time, Taeyeon supposed that if she had arrived at that time, the tea she’d brought as her present would have been frozen by the time Miinjung was able to get off the field and take it. Thankfully, she’d arrived at just the right moment to catch the fifteen minute break period. Their star player made her first priority the water bottle sitting on the bench, but as soon as she turned to face the crowd, Taeyeon’s free hand lifted and the girl offered a shy wave. There was too much distance between them to tell how Minjung reacted, but by her quickly approaching figure, it was obvious that she had, at the very least, seen her. The athlete stopped before her, blinking those large eyes and flashing her award winning smile. “I didn’t think you’d be here,” she wiped some sweat from her brow. “It’s a bit early for you to be awake isn’t it?”
A bit of red lifted to her cheeks that had nothing to do with the cold, and Taeyeon shrugged. “It is. That’s why I’m here late.” Minjung hummed and Taeyeon’s vision shifted, taking a sudden interest in the beaten field, then slowly returned to the other girl. The tea was held out with both hands, the younger of the two biting her bottom lip before spitting out the only thing her brain could formulate at that time. “You look good out there.” It wasn’t necessarily a bad thing to say, but there were lots of other things she could have said that Minjung didn’t hear seven or eight times at every single game and practice. Regardless, she smiled, accepting the gift before looking her smaller friend up and down.
“You do too.”
Taeyeon squeaked. Being blatantly flirted with wasn’t part of her non-existent plan, but she couldn’t deny that she welcomed it… even if all sense of coherency giggled in mirth as it seeped from her body and ran away squealing. “A- uh…” Taeyeon blinked. Minjung’s smile only widened. “Thank… you…” And why shouldn’t she get complimented? It may have been unintentional, but the younger girl did look quite adorable that day. Pink boots over black leggings with an oversized shirt, all hidden beneath an auburn jacket with faux fur trim. Even her hair had been played with, the short black tresses done up in small pigtails as opposed to the mild decoration her headband brought.
“The tea’s good.” She didn’t even notice that Minjung had sampled the contents, quickly blinking her confusion away. The other girl’s smile only brightened. “Thank you for bringing it out to me. Ah- here.” Her wrist was grabbed and pulled forward, palm quickly coming into contact with the warm container, and Minjung’s palm as she settled her own hand atop the smaller ones. “It’ll keep your hands warm,” Taeyeon blinked again. Her hands were cold yes, but it wasn’t chilly enough to require gloves. Even if it had been… this was much better. More blinking. Say something!
“U-.. Unnie.”
“Ne?”
Taeyeon could feel the blood rushing to her face and her hands became that much colder, her tongue running over her lips. This may not have been the best time… but she had Minjung now, and she may not be able to get her undivided attention later. And after that? God only knew it would take her another week to work up the courage to even think about confessing. “I-” Her stomach tied itself in knots to trap the butterflies she felt. “I… uh…” Minjung’s head tilted to the side. Taeyeon’s heart quickened at the sight of that beautiful smile; those glittering eyes and the feel of the other girls thumb stroking over her knuckle. How did you even do this without it coming off as random and extremely awkward? ‘Thanks for the tea.’ ‘You’re welcome. By the way, I’m in love with you.’ For some reason, that just didn’t seem like it would flow well. Why did it always work out in books and movies? “I… think I might…-”
“I talked to Eunsook last night.”
Her cheeks had went from a pretty rose tint to cherry-rivaling crimson. Honestly, Taeyeon was sure that Eunsook had talked to all of them last night for one reason or another, but the timing of Minjung’s words, and the fact that she knew Minjung wasn’t an oblivious bimbo, the younger girl quickly fit the pieces together. That posed another question though: did Eunsook tell, or… had Minjung asked? “… Oh.” Should she run?
Minjung’s hand lifted, cupping that burning face and causing Taeyeon’s eyes to lift and meet her own. “We decided to get together at that new restaurant later. You coming?” She hadn’t been told about this, but in the end, everyone knew Minjung would tell her anyway, so they probably hadn’t felt the need to pass it on. Silently, Taeyeon nodded. The hand against her cheek slid back, dragging through the bit of hair that hadn’t been pulled up into the ties. Minjung leaned in, and for a moment, Tayeaon thought last nights craving would finally be satisfied. But no; the older female placed her head to the right of the other girls, pressing their cheeks together and warming her cool face on Taeyeon’s burning one. A whistle blew to signal the players back to the field, but Minjung hesitated, not leaving before allowing hot breath to pass over her dongsaeng’s ear; before she could feel her tremble against her. “See you tonight then Taeyeonnie?”
“Y… Yeah.” And with a final radiant smile, Minjung was off, leaving Taeyeon alone with that vile tea. Though at that moment… she was pretty sure she could tolerate the smell of it, especially since she was fighting the urge to press her lips to the same spot Minjung had. There were a few reasons for this. One, she still hated the taste of tea; Two, Minjung could still see her, and three… that was just fucking creepy. Instead, she settled for gripping tighter at the warm cup, her smile redeveloping as she watched the other girl return to her team and she couldn’t help but laugh. She stuck out like a sore thumb; long shorts and a height that was probably better suited for basketball.
And she was perfect that way.
’Next time,’ she thought to herself, pulling the half-full thermos to her chest. ’Next time…’