Pretty Boy
Pretty Boy
2NE1 + SHINee | Fluff, Slight Angst | Minji + Taemin, one-sided | G | 460 words
Notes: My first try at writing for one of my favorite fandom. Altough I don't even know what to call this pairing. Except that I made three versions of this fic for pure experimentation. But I'm not satisfied with the ending. I'll probably edit it when a better idea hits me.
Gong Minji is completely clueless about love when she debuts into the music industry. Other then the elementary crushes and childhood admiration, she knows nothing of heartbreak or heartache; of loving a person with all the joy and might in your heart or waiting for a call that will never come.
And yet she sings about these feelings. These deep emotions that move the heart and can make a person lightheaded with the giddy butterflies.
So she wishes and hopes. Hopes and wishes that she’ll be able to experience love. Waits for that day to know how it feels like when the rush of air is gone out of her lungs from a simple brush of the hands or the immediate heat in her cheeks at the feel of lips against her own.
And from day one, Minji is told what kind of person to love.
A prince. A knight in shining armor. A strong man. A sweet man. A tall man. A man with a kind heart and full of chivalry. Someone who can accept her and be able to love all of her.
Anything but a Pretty Boy.
“Why not a Pretty Boy?” Minji innocently asks an expression of pure confusion written on her face.
“Because it’s like the song we sing.” Chaerin answers, singing the lyrics as if they aren’t already engrained into Minji’s brain.
Hey pretty boy, you're lacking something
You don't have any charm, you're just pretty
Hey pretty boy, put some effort into it
More like a man, more with personality
But Minji can’t help it when she actually falls for the prettiest boy of them all.
He’s the youngest of his group but is known as the dancing machine. Like Minji, he shares the same passion and refined talent to just dance, dance, dance. He practically breathes in new dance moves when they’re given to him. Not to mention he’s able to dance his way into anyone’s heart with his sweet smile and irresistible cute looks.
He is Lee Taemin.
So Minji falls.
Falls, falls deeper into these new feelings that take a hold of her heart. Skips and stumbles and trips as she finds herself more in love with Taemin, an older boy who she rarely sees.
But she fights it, of course. Because Taemin is the definition of what she’s not supposed to like, let alone love.
She’s not supposed to gush at every little cute thing Taemin does. She’s not supposed to feel her cheeks turn red when she sees him backstage. She’s not supposed to be wowed and awed by the way he swiftly moves to music.
She’s not supposed to feel any of this for a Pretty Boy.
2NE1 + SHINee | Fluff, Slight Angst | Minji + Taemin, one-sided | G | 460 words
Notes: My first try at writing for one of my favorite fandom. Altough I don't even know what to call this pairing. Except that I made three versions of this fic for pure experimentation. But I'm not satisfied with the ending. I'll probably edit it when a better idea hits me.
Gong Minji is completely clueless about love when she debuts into the music industry. Other then the elementary crushes and childhood admiration, she knows nothing of heartbreak or heartache; of loving a person with all the joy and might in your heart or waiting for a call that will never come.
And yet she sings about these feelings. These deep emotions that move the heart and can make a person lightheaded with the giddy butterflies.
So she wishes and hopes. Hopes and wishes that she’ll be able to experience love. Waits for that day to know how it feels like when the rush of air is gone out of her lungs from a simple brush of the hands or the immediate heat in her cheeks at the feel of lips against her own.
And from day one, Minji is told what kind of person to love.
A prince. A knight in shining armor. A strong man. A sweet man. A tall man. A man with a kind heart and full of chivalry. Someone who can accept her and be able to love all of her.
Anything but a Pretty Boy.
“Why not a Pretty Boy?” Minji innocently asks an expression of pure confusion written on her face.
“Because it’s like the song we sing.” Chaerin answers, singing the lyrics as if they aren’t already engrained into Minji’s brain.
Hey pretty boy, you're lacking something
You don't have any charm, you're just pretty
Hey pretty boy, put some effort into it
More like a man, more with personality
But Minji can’t help it when she actually falls for the prettiest boy of them all.
He’s the youngest of his group but is known as the dancing machine. Like Minji, he shares the same passion and refined talent to just dance, dance, dance. He practically breathes in new dance moves when they’re given to him. Not to mention he’s able to dance his way into anyone’s heart with his sweet smile and irresistible cute looks.
He is Lee Taemin.
So Minji falls.
Falls, falls deeper into these new feelings that take a hold of her heart. Skips and stumbles and trips as she finds herself more in love with Taemin, an older boy who she rarely sees.
But she fights it, of course. Because Taemin is the definition of what she’s not supposed to like, let alone love.
She’s not supposed to gush at every little cute thing Taemin does. She’s not supposed to feel her cheeks turn red when she sees him backstage. She’s not supposed to be wowed and awed by the way he swiftly moves to music.
She’s not supposed to feel any of this for a Pretty Boy.