round 05, challenge seven: entry #01
Title: Shopping
Fandom and Pairing: SNSD/Super Junior, Jessica/Heechul
Rating: PG
Word Count: 200
Summary: Heechul finds himself at a crossroads.
Warnings: none.
In an ideal world you’d say something and mean it. “I’m becoming a vegetarian” means no fish either. But in an ideal world you’d say something because you really believe in it, not because it’s easier to lie or you’re interested in how the words sound once they leave your head.
She tucks a piece of hair behind her ear. It looked better in her face, but that’s not the kind of thing you say aloud, either. Her eyebrows knit together, and you notice a few strays she must’ve forgotten to pluck. The carelessness is what gets you.
Her eyes don’t leave yours while she waits. Front teeth nip nervously at her bottom lip. Her fingers curl inside the belt loops.
This could go many ways. You could tell her she needs to stop worrying, that she’s exactly the kind of girl you go to sleep wishing you could wake up next to every morning, that beautiful people never understand what they’ve got, that-with a sly grin-you would know, of course.
You could take her hand and say, “Wanna see how you melt ice?”
Instead you squint and cock your head. “Those do kinda make you look fat.”
Fandom and Pairing: SNSD/Super Junior, Jessica/Heechul
Rating: PG
Word Count: 200
Summary: Heechul finds himself at a crossroads.
Warnings: none.
In an ideal world you’d say something and mean it. “I’m becoming a vegetarian” means no fish either. But in an ideal world you’d say something because you really believe in it, not because it’s easier to lie or you’re interested in how the words sound once they leave your head.
She tucks a piece of hair behind her ear. It looked better in her face, but that’s not the kind of thing you say aloud, either. Her eyebrows knit together, and you notice a few strays she must’ve forgotten to pluck. The carelessness is what gets you.
Her eyes don’t leave yours while she waits. Front teeth nip nervously at her bottom lip. Her fingers curl inside the belt loops.
This could go many ways. You could tell her she needs to stop worrying, that she’s exactly the kind of girl you go to sleep wishing you could wake up next to every morning, that beautiful people never understand what they’ve got, that-with a sly grin-you would know, of course.
You could take her hand and say, “Wanna see how you melt ice?”
Instead you squint and cock your head. “Those do kinda make you look fat.”