(drabble) heart, don't look back
heart, don't look back
wooyoung/taeyeon, wooyoung/yeeun
pg-13, 663w
taeyeon tries to convince herself that she can breathe
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taeyeon tries to convince herself that she can breathe.
her lungs expand, but the air isn't coming in and she wonders where all the oxygen went if it's not around her.
wooyoung whispers to yeeun, lips brushing her cheek, before grinning mischeviously as she punches his shoulder.
taeyeon pretends she can't see the way yeeun's cheeks flush or the affectionate smile blooming on the other girl's pretty, pretty face.
it's some star king recording, and wooyoung isn't sitting where he normally does (the row in front of her, two seats to the right, so that it's easier to turn around and poke her when they're on breaks). instead, he's next to yeeun because the PDs wanted some jyp nation reactions!
they're in the front row, for everyone to see how goddamn close they are. wooyoung leans against yeeun, and she lets him and something inside taeyeon just aches.
it's not normal, she thinks, to feel as if her heart was splitting into two when a boy she's never even talked to outside of recordings makes her feel like it's the end of the world when he sits next to another girl.
but it's not just another girl - it's yeeun, and she's beautiful and gorgeous and funny and talented and she knows wooyoung, and that's more than what taeyeon can say for herself.
she doesn't miss the way his fingers curl at the small of the back and how yeeun shivers, ever so slightly despite the six cameras on them.
it's sick, she thinks to herself, it's sick and twisted the way she tries to hang onto something that was never hers to begin with. they've never talked properly, merely polite greetings or soft how have you been, taeyeon-sshi? in the hallways of studios. and yet with a crinkle of his eyes and a quirk of his lips, he has her heart in the palm of his hands.
and obviously he wants nothing to do with it.
taeyeon's had crushes before (in the days when leeteuk didn't seem that old and jinki's clumsiness was considered cute) but she's never had one where she can barely sleep because she's going to see him the next day, one where she gets so nervous and tongue-tied and embarassing, one that makes her heart feel like it's not hers anymore, but his.
but she's been in this business long enough to know better than to admit it.
taeyeon will gasp and choke and struggle for air when wooyoung smiles at her, but she'll never let him know that. there are things bigger than his warm eyes, bigger than her heart, and that thing is her dream, her life, her career.
she's not going to let herself stumble, trip and fall when the cameras on her. she's not going to get caught wondering why his dimples were so goddamn perfect, not going to get distracted whenever she's MC-ing and he's right there, smiling and being so fucking beautiful that all she wants to do throw herself at him.
so she'll ignore the shiver that runs up her spine whenever wooyoung is nearby, pretend she's not brimming with nervous energy whenever he speaks to her and she'll definitely deny the fact that her heart is indeed, breaking.
but that doesn't mean it hurts any less when she walks in on wooyoung and yeeun obviously getting into the act, all hands and hips and fuck, i've missed you so much.
(they disentangle from each other, flushed cheeks and tousled hair. yeeun looks at her sheepishly.
"you won't tell anyone, will you?" her voice is soft and sincere, but taeyeon hears the fear seeping in.
wooyoung nods, looking at her pleadingly before slipping a hand around the curve of yeeun's waist. they fit, so, so well that it physically hurt to look at their fucking perfection.
"yeah," taeyeon hears herself mumble, ignoring the crushing ache in her chest. "of course i won't"
wooyoung smiles brilliantly, and taeyeon still can't breathe.)
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wooyoung/taeyeon, wooyoung/yeeun
pg-13, 663w
taeyeon tries to convince herself that she can breathe
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taeyeon tries to convince herself that she can breathe.
her lungs expand, but the air isn't coming in and she wonders where all the oxygen went if it's not around her.
wooyoung whispers to yeeun, lips brushing her cheek, before grinning mischeviously as she punches his shoulder.
taeyeon pretends she can't see the way yeeun's cheeks flush or the affectionate smile blooming on the other girl's pretty, pretty face.
it's some star king recording, and wooyoung isn't sitting where he normally does (the row in front of her, two seats to the right, so that it's easier to turn around and poke her when they're on breaks). instead, he's next to yeeun because the PDs wanted some jyp nation reactions!
they're in the front row, for everyone to see how goddamn close they are. wooyoung leans against yeeun, and she lets him and something inside taeyeon just aches.
it's not normal, she thinks, to feel as if her heart was splitting into two when a boy she's never even talked to outside of recordings makes her feel like it's the end of the world when he sits next to another girl.
but it's not just another girl - it's yeeun, and she's beautiful and gorgeous and funny and talented and she knows wooyoung, and that's more than what taeyeon can say for herself.
she doesn't miss the way his fingers curl at the small of the back and how yeeun shivers, ever so slightly despite the six cameras on them.
it's sick, she thinks to herself, it's sick and twisted the way she tries to hang onto something that was never hers to begin with. they've never talked properly, merely polite greetings or soft how have you been, taeyeon-sshi? in the hallways of studios. and yet with a crinkle of his eyes and a quirk of his lips, he has her heart in the palm of his hands.
and obviously he wants nothing to do with it.
taeyeon's had crushes before (in the days when leeteuk didn't seem that old and jinki's clumsiness was considered cute) but she's never had one where she can barely sleep because she's going to see him the next day, one where she gets so nervous and tongue-tied and embarassing, one that makes her heart feel like it's not hers anymore, but his.
but she's been in this business long enough to know better than to admit it.
taeyeon will gasp and choke and struggle for air when wooyoung smiles at her, but she'll never let him know that. there are things bigger than his warm eyes, bigger than her heart, and that thing is her dream, her life, her career.
she's not going to let herself stumble, trip and fall when the cameras on her. she's not going to get caught wondering why his dimples were so goddamn perfect, not going to get distracted whenever she's MC-ing and he's right there, smiling and being so fucking beautiful that all she wants to do throw herself at him.
so she'll ignore the shiver that runs up her spine whenever wooyoung is nearby, pretend she's not brimming with nervous energy whenever he speaks to her and she'll definitely deny the fact that her heart is indeed, breaking.
but that doesn't mean it hurts any less when she walks in on wooyoung and yeeun obviously getting into the act, all hands and hips and fuck, i've missed you so much.
(they disentangle from each other, flushed cheeks and tousled hair. yeeun looks at her sheepishly.
"you won't tell anyone, will you?" her voice is soft and sincere, but taeyeon hears the fear seeping in.
wooyoung nods, looking at her pleadingly before slipping a hand around the curve of yeeun's waist. they fit, so, so well that it physically hurt to look at their fucking perfection.
"yeah," taeyeon hears herself mumble, ignoring the crushing ache in her chest. "of course i won't"
wooyoung smiles brilliantly, and taeyeon still can't breathe.)
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