He's All I Need
He's All I Need
Minho x Sulli; 1431 words
★ Shamelessly putting this out to the world, but oh well. This is for biasphere since she wanted a minsul fic. It's a so-so fic and I'm not sure if it's good, but I hope you like it. I'll write you a better fic sometime in the future, I promise. Hihi. :*
The wind from the warm spring breeze is ruining her braids and is giving her the chills that run down her spine. It’s not even supposed to be that windy but she doesn’t even care. It’s a gloomy Saturday afternoon and no one ever seems to come here, ever. Passersby come and go, but never stay. No one to accompany her. She’s kinda used to it, her being alone. It has always been that way for a long time. She has grown imperceptive to the fact that not a lot of people will stay by her side, and she guesses it’s a good thing. She has been sitting on the bench long enough for her to feel her butt warming up but she doesn’t even care. She gazes up at the cloud-filled sky and she figures that it might actually rain, but she doesn’t bother to move because she doesn’t care.
“You are a failure, Choi Jinri! A failure! I don’t even know what you have been doing with your life or if it even makes sense at all. Painting? Is that it? Is that all you want to do with your stupid life? Now you say you’re actually good at it. Then so what? Does it actually do us any good? Don’t be so selfish, Jinri! Stop thinking about yourself and start thinking about us. Start thinking about me!”
Tears started to flow steadily from her fragile face. She slammed the door shut behind them and buried herself under the covers, her second safest place in the world. The last thing she wanted was to sleep, but it finally got the best of her.
“I don’t even get you, Jinri. You say you’re studying, when you’re actually making up at least half of your excuses just to hang out with some boy. Are we that least important to you now?”
“You don’t understand, Soojung. I was painting.”
“Oh, so you’re lying to us now? How could you. We have been your friends, your only friends, for a year now, and you treat us like we’re trash? Yes, you can hurt me. I’m fine with it. But getting as far as making Victoria unnie cry is just not right. I won’t let you hurt my friends any longer. Go and hang out with your paintings, I don’t care. Just leave us alone.”
“But-“
And Soojung didn’t even let her finish.
“I’m sorry, Miss Choi. Your grades have been extremely low for the past semester, and you’re no better in ethics and good manners. You have a one in arts, but that wouldn’t be enough to sustain a good grade for the next semester.”
“But Miss Jung, Teacher Kim said that I am a good student, and that I always make him proud.”
“Maybe Teacher Kim said that, but I didn’t. I’m sorry Miss Choi. But since I am the director and I take control of whatever the school’s decisions are, I am willing to offer you another chance. If you want, you can study throughout summer to get your grades back up. It’s the least I can do for you.”
“But… I have painting.”
“If you really want to stay in this university, and still get that scholarship grant, you should set your priorities straight. Are you really sure that you can go anywhere with that.. painting of yours? Be wise, Miss Choi. Thank you and goodbye. You can leave now.”
She ran out of the director’s office and into the streets outside the campus, panting. What is really to become with her life? Will she go the extra mile with her painting and may be the next Leonardo da Vinci, or would everyone reject her creative work and be a jobless woman who has barely enough money to pay rent? She didn’t even know if the water dripping down from his face is rainwater or tears. She didn’t even know it was raining. She just doesn’t seem to know anything anymore.
“I don’t even know anything anymore! I’m useless.” Her braids are wet and her dress is soaked. Half of her wants to stay there and cry so no one would ever notice and half of her, the saner one, wants to get out of there and just run off to somewhere safe, if she ever found a place safe enough. The vulnerability she possesses is just too strong that she feels she could die any minute now. No one would even care if she dies. No one.
Her vision is getting blurrier and blurrier by the second, and Jinri falls into a pair of familiar arms.
She wakes up to the familiar smell of pancakes cooking away somewhere in the house. The moonlit windows on her right side shine straight to her face that it blinds her. Her braids are loosened and have now become brown curly pasta hair. Surprisingly, her dress is dry and comfortable. She tries to get a clearer version of where she is, but she doesn’t seem to know or remember anything at all. Her right arm rests on a familiar guy’s chest and her head on his right arm. She looks up to see that familiar lips, that familiar smile, that familiar nose, and that familiar eyes. The way she feels could have been the happiest she has felt for the longest time.
“Hi. Thank you for coming to pick me up.” She snuggles a little bit closer.
He kisses her in the forehead. “You know, I’m not happy with you.”
“I know, I’m a failure. I know that.”
“You know that’s not what I mean.”
“But that’s the truth, right? I fail to make my parents proud, I fail my friends for not being a friend to them, I fail my school because I’m not good enough, I fail you because-"
“You won’t ever fail me, alright? You will not ever. Look, it’s just that I don’t like to see you so depressed and lonely. You should have called me in the first place.”
“I didn’t need to, because I knew you were going to be there for me. I knew that you will come.”
“Sulli, you know that I’m not going to be there for you all the time, right?”
“But you will.”
He doesn’t need to answer. He holds her right hand tightly, and kisses her in the forehead once more. Jinri looks up at him, and smiles. He gave her the world, but she could only give him a smile. A smile that not even a thousand words can explain.
“I love you.”
“You don’t even need to tell me that anymore.”
She can’t help but smile. “Then if I don’t need to tell you, then come and braid my hair.”
Sulli gets out from his grasp and gets up. She lightly combs her hair using her hands. Minho gets up from behind and grabs her by the neck.
“Yah! You’re suffocating me.”
“I won’t do your hair, unless you give me a kiss.”
“Awww, c’mon. I can do that later, braid my hair first.”
“No. Give me a kiss first then I’ll braid your hair. The pancakes are getting cold so you better hurry up.”
She is laughing now. “Okay, fine.” She puckers and closes her eyes. Minho does the same, and opens his eyes midway. He pulls her hair and runs off outside. “I’m going to finish all the pancakes!”
Sulli opened her eyes to see Minho scurrying off for the pancakes. “Oh no, you’re not! They’re all mine!”
Their shouts and giggles are enough to muffle the pouring mess outside the residence. They are happy, she is happy, and that’s all she wants to know.
This is why Jinri has never mentioned anything about Minho to anyone. Even to Soojung and the other girls. They never realized a thing. Who’d have thought, anyway. She has never mentioned anything about Minho to anyone because she’s afraid that the only person who means the world to her will be taken away. The only person where she could feel the safest with. The only person that still sees her as an angel even with all the bullcrap she has gotten herself into. Sulli only exists around Minho. Sulli who is a flawless little girl and can never do no wrong.
This is why Jinri has never mentioned anything about Minho to anyone. He is the only person that loves her, and Jinri loves him a lot more than you would expect coming from a lady who the world thinks belittlingly of. Well, screw the world. I only need him.