random ficcage for f(x)/Suju
I wanted to write, but even though I'm working on my wips and sequels and whatnot, I couldn't get any of them finished for now. And I also couldn't stay focused on one thing for too long, so they're all drabbles. I blame my exam for using up my brain XD
I don't know if Amber actually hates I'm On a Boat. Just pretend she does.
Also, these are based on a series of prompts I've made for myself, kind of like my challenges but not really. There are just sooooo many now, so now I'm just using the prompt words for inspiration, haha.
1: pretty little girl - Siwon/Sulli
(#65, ribbons)
“Siwon-oppa has something for you,” Mother’s smile is the same wide shark grin it always is, so Sulli tries not to think about losing an arm. It’s the reason she’s always preferred dolphins. But that’s not what’s important, what’s important is the thumping in her chest. Siwon has something for her.
They’re cousins, but not really. It’s one of those things where the two families were close enough to be family, so the cousin tag was tacked on like a post-it. The fact that their surnames were the same must’ve had something to do with it.
Siwon smiles at her when he comes through the passage between the kitchen and the living room, that charismatic crescent on his face that he always seems to enjoy showing off. Sulli barely recalls her mother dashing out of the room at the sound of a baby’s tears ripping through the monitor next to the girl’s left hand.
Her hair is pin-straight today, no waves at all, a sea so calm you’d think there were no lifeforms underneath the surface. No wind, either. Siwon sits down across from her, leans over the counter. He’s still smiling, and Sulli feels his hands on her head. It actually takes her a moment to realize that she's feeling and not seeing because her eyes are shut tight. And oh yeah, it’s kind of dark behind her eyelids.
Siwon’s smile is still there-is it stuck?-when she looks at him again, through eyes blurry from hiding themselves. He pats her on the head, and Sulli tilts her head curiously.
“Ribbons,” is the answer. “I was out with Heechul yesterday when I bought them. Thought you’d like them.”
Her hand twists gently through her own hair, feels something of a new texture, and pulls it into view without ruining the work Siwon’s done for her. A nice baby blue.
“For a pretty girl with a baby face,” he recites out of her mind, because sometimes he can just read it, without the need for supernatural powers. She was predicting his words like the weather, anyway. It’s just a thing they have, have always had.
Never mind the fact that Sulli’s halfway into her teens by now, and she probably should have outgrown ribbons. Siwon's just used to seeing her as the little girl down the street he would take to the park, that he’s carry to the supermarket for company, that he’d babysit with his little sister, that he’d glare at Heechul for, that that that that he’d love like…a sister?
That is how it’s supposed to work.
That is how it’s supposed to be. So when Sulli opens her eyes for the second time, she tries not to think too hard about the bigger and warmer hand that’s just barely touching hers. She listens to the sounds of her mother’s cooing and her baby brother giggling through the monitor, and she tries not to think about a baby of her own. Because that is simply not how it’s supposed to work.
2: on fire - Victoria/Eunhyuk
(#31, Sundays)
Sundays are the most difficult sometimes. It’s the day when Victoria is most likely to peek through her own seams and cry on the couch, and Eunhyuk never knows what to do. Women, Donghae says one night over drinks, are weird. It’s also the day where Eunhyuk always seems to wake up and feel something funny in his stomach, when he wants to cross the hall to Victoria’s room and climb in next to her-because if she’s already crying, she needs someone to hold onto.
He never does it, though. Roommates shouldn’t, and Eunhyuk sometimes wonders if tension is supposed to feel like it's raised because of the simple and obvious fact that Victoria is a girl. Donghae shrugs whenever the question gets asked. He wouldn't know, he’s not living with a girl.
One Sunday, Victoria comes home with the ends of her hair dyed red, and Eunhyuk isn’t sure what this is supposed to mean. It is a call for help? All he knows is that he kind of likes the way she looks, grabs attention.
It happens when they’re on the couch together, watching some reruns and there’s hot cocoa on the coffee table in front of them. Nothing happens quickly when it’s that late and they’re that tired, but Victoria is pretty and Eunhyuk is horny. So things happen at their own pace, only when he tries to crawl over her, she pushes him back, does the same to him but wins.
He likes how her hands, her slim fingers, her palms brush over the contours of his muscles. Arms and abs, then further. The further is a given, and Eunhyuk’s mind is torn between this is wrong and this is too good and then he realizes that we can never use the couch again.
So he tells her, breakfast time the next morning. A Monday. “We can never use the couch again.”
She doesn’t worry about his fingers brushing the red part of her hair, smoothing them back so he can see her neck. “Never.”
3: mockingbird - Kyuhyun/Krystal
(#58, kiss)
A kiss is supposed to be something special, and that’s what Krystal's first one is. Very special, indeed, only it’s not with the boy her parents would approve of. He doesn’t have a stable job-for now he works at a record store and usually sings along to Sung Sikyung’s music when it comes on. His skin’s not too good and that attitude is something to be worked on, but Krystal has never liked anyone more than Cho Kyuhyun.
The main problem amounts to the age difference, and Krystal’s never desired to whip out the calculator and check. Mama and Papa would disapprove. Good thing they don’t know. Didn’t know.
It gets ruined when Papa Jung stumbles into the basement to grab his misplaced toolbox, he finds Baby Jung in the lanky arms of a boy above 20 years old. Not good. Lips just detached, no longer pressed together, and Krystal is thankful for that, and that only.
“Daddy!” English comes first, and ‘Daddy!’ wasn’t meant to be home for another two hours. Kyuhyun’s undone his arms, his eyes are so widened they seem ready to pop out. And it looks as if he’s considering sprinting out the back door.
But Kyuhyun isn’t one to ditch, he rides out the shouting and the threat of being smacked over the head. The threat of the cops, he rides everything out, and Krystal wishes she could take his hand. Daddy, stop, Daddy, please.
“I won’t let you see him again,” Papa Jung has never been more serious. Kyuhyun is gone. She wanted to hear ‘you can’t’ but it is what it is.
4: I'm on a boat - Henry/Amber
(#70, boat)
They know they’re bored when all they want to do is sit around the practice rooms and watch YouTube videos on Henry’s iTouch. Even with f(x)’s new song coming out soon, and Henry’s dancing improving from it’s ‘Lau-god status’ or whatever, doing nothing is the best option.
“I’m On a Boat.”
“Hell, no,” Amber shoves him enough to hurt a bit. “I hate that song. It’s annoying.”
“Come on, just once.”
“I said no.”
Henry puts his finger to the screen and starts it anyway. He gets another push, and this one hurts more. Stupid Amber, stupid tomboy-but being angry with her doesn’t ever work. He’ll just be displeased in her general direction.
“Yeah, this song is stupid,” he decides in fifteen seconds.
“See?”
“Got any other ideas?” Henry considers turning the device off, but he’s already going back to the search bar. “Wanna watch your teaser vid?”
She just shrugs, stands up again, and faces him but doesn’t really look at him.
“But Krystal looks hot.”
“That’s disgusting.”
“What?”
“Age difference, dude.”
“Oh. Right,” Henry wants to pretend that never happened, but that would only make it worse, wouldn’t it? Yeah. “Let’s just get back to practice or something.”
“Good idea.” And she tries not to let his Krystal statement irk her. It’s not even because of her, but Amber won’t acknowledge what it could be. Mental block.
5: awkwardness is awkward - Hankyung/Luna
(#69, road trip)
The trip was supposed to be different than what’s going down. Luna’s not sure why she got stuck in the backseat with Hankyung, not that she doesn’t mind. She’s not sure when her other two oppas, Hyukjae and Donghae, started messing around with each other, but both she and Hankyung could figure it out within the first three days of the trip.
Really, riding in the same car as them is like traveling in a box with no air and a lot of panting. So she rolls down her windows, and so does Hankyung. They play cards in the back and Luna prays that the driving will only be swapped between the two in the front.
But like her fears, when they switch, Luna and Hankyung sit in the front, Hankyung drives-but that's not what’s to be feared. The tension in the back is palpable and Luna could probably write her name in it if she wanted to. But she doesn’t want to. And thank God Hankyung is there by her side.
Awkwardness heightens and falls at the same time when they spend their first night in a hotel, Hyukjae and Donghae in one room, Luna with Hankyung only one door over. The wall should be enough to block out anything immoral, right? Luna tries not to think about any noises in the night time.
It’s 10pm when this great idea comes up. Hankyung’s idea. Again, thank God.
“Luna?”
“Hm?” her toothbrush is poking into her mouth, she watches him in the threshold of the bathroom.
“Tomorrow, I think we should take the car and leave.”
She stops brushing altogether.
“And I was being serious.”
She takes a moment.
“They’ll be fine.”
She definitely doesn’t say no.
//…
Omg I didn't write HanToria, who am I? D:
In defense for myself, I'm writing longer fics for HanToria, haha. And I wanted to try out other pairings. Sorry if these kinda sucked, I'm just trying to get myself back into the rhythm, the AP American studying took away my more extensive chunks of writing time. Not that I always have ample time though, haha.
I don't know if Amber actually hates I'm On a Boat. Just pretend she does.
Also, these are based on a series of prompts I've made for myself, kind of like my challenges but not really. There are just sooooo many now, so now I'm just using the prompt words for inspiration, haha.
1: pretty little girl - Siwon/Sulli
(#65, ribbons)
“Siwon-oppa has something for you,” Mother’s smile is the same wide shark grin it always is, so Sulli tries not to think about losing an arm. It’s the reason she’s always preferred dolphins. But that’s not what’s important, what’s important is the thumping in her chest. Siwon has something for her.
They’re cousins, but not really. It’s one of those things where the two families were close enough to be family, so the cousin tag was tacked on like a post-it. The fact that their surnames were the same must’ve had something to do with it.
Siwon smiles at her when he comes through the passage between the kitchen and the living room, that charismatic crescent on his face that he always seems to enjoy showing off. Sulli barely recalls her mother dashing out of the room at the sound of a baby’s tears ripping through the monitor next to the girl’s left hand.
Her hair is pin-straight today, no waves at all, a sea so calm you’d think there were no lifeforms underneath the surface. No wind, either. Siwon sits down across from her, leans over the counter. He’s still smiling, and Sulli feels his hands on her head. It actually takes her a moment to realize that she's feeling and not seeing because her eyes are shut tight. And oh yeah, it’s kind of dark behind her eyelids.
Siwon’s smile is still there-is it stuck?-when she looks at him again, through eyes blurry from hiding themselves. He pats her on the head, and Sulli tilts her head curiously.
“Ribbons,” is the answer. “I was out with Heechul yesterday when I bought them. Thought you’d like them.”
Her hand twists gently through her own hair, feels something of a new texture, and pulls it into view without ruining the work Siwon’s done for her. A nice baby blue.
“For a pretty girl with a baby face,” he recites out of her mind, because sometimes he can just read it, without the need for supernatural powers. She was predicting his words like the weather, anyway. It’s just a thing they have, have always had.
Never mind the fact that Sulli’s halfway into her teens by now, and she probably should have outgrown ribbons. Siwon's just used to seeing her as the little girl down the street he would take to the park, that he’s carry to the supermarket for company, that he’d babysit with his little sister, that he’d glare at Heechul for, that that that that he’d love like…a sister?
That is how it’s supposed to work.
That is how it’s supposed to be. So when Sulli opens her eyes for the second time, she tries not to think too hard about the bigger and warmer hand that’s just barely touching hers. She listens to the sounds of her mother’s cooing and her baby brother giggling through the monitor, and she tries not to think about a baby of her own. Because that is simply not how it’s supposed to work.
2: on fire - Victoria/Eunhyuk
(#31, Sundays)
Sundays are the most difficult sometimes. It’s the day when Victoria is most likely to peek through her own seams and cry on the couch, and Eunhyuk never knows what to do. Women, Donghae says one night over drinks, are weird. It’s also the day where Eunhyuk always seems to wake up and feel something funny in his stomach, when he wants to cross the hall to Victoria’s room and climb in next to her-because if she’s already crying, she needs someone to hold onto.
He never does it, though. Roommates shouldn’t, and Eunhyuk sometimes wonders if tension is supposed to feel like it's raised because of the simple and obvious fact that Victoria is a girl. Donghae shrugs whenever the question gets asked. He wouldn't know, he’s not living with a girl.
One Sunday, Victoria comes home with the ends of her hair dyed red, and Eunhyuk isn’t sure what this is supposed to mean. It is a call for help? All he knows is that he kind of likes the way she looks, grabs attention.
It happens when they’re on the couch together, watching some reruns and there’s hot cocoa on the coffee table in front of them. Nothing happens quickly when it’s that late and they’re that tired, but Victoria is pretty and Eunhyuk is horny. So things happen at their own pace, only when he tries to crawl over her, she pushes him back, does the same to him but wins.
He likes how her hands, her slim fingers, her palms brush over the contours of his muscles. Arms and abs, then further. The further is a given, and Eunhyuk’s mind is torn between this is wrong and this is too good and then he realizes that we can never use the couch again.
So he tells her, breakfast time the next morning. A Monday. “We can never use the couch again.”
She doesn’t worry about his fingers brushing the red part of her hair, smoothing them back so he can see her neck. “Never.”
3: mockingbird - Kyuhyun/Krystal
(#58, kiss)
A kiss is supposed to be something special, and that’s what Krystal's first one is. Very special, indeed, only it’s not with the boy her parents would approve of. He doesn’t have a stable job-for now he works at a record store and usually sings along to Sung Sikyung’s music when it comes on. His skin’s not too good and that attitude is something to be worked on, but Krystal has never liked anyone more than Cho Kyuhyun.
The main problem amounts to the age difference, and Krystal’s never desired to whip out the calculator and check. Mama and Papa would disapprove. Good thing they don’t know. Didn’t know.
It gets ruined when Papa Jung stumbles into the basement to grab his misplaced toolbox, he finds Baby Jung in the lanky arms of a boy above 20 years old. Not good. Lips just detached, no longer pressed together, and Krystal is thankful for that, and that only.
“Daddy!” English comes first, and ‘Daddy!’ wasn’t meant to be home for another two hours. Kyuhyun’s undone his arms, his eyes are so widened they seem ready to pop out. And it looks as if he’s considering sprinting out the back door.
But Kyuhyun isn’t one to ditch, he rides out the shouting and the threat of being smacked over the head. The threat of the cops, he rides everything out, and Krystal wishes she could take his hand. Daddy, stop, Daddy, please.
“I won’t let you see him again,” Papa Jung has never been more serious. Kyuhyun is gone. She wanted to hear ‘you can’t’ but it is what it is.
4: I'm on a boat - Henry/Amber
(#70, boat)
They know they’re bored when all they want to do is sit around the practice rooms and watch YouTube videos on Henry’s iTouch. Even with f(x)’s new song coming out soon, and Henry’s dancing improving from it’s ‘Lau-god status’ or whatever, doing nothing is the best option.
“I’m On a Boat.”
“Hell, no,” Amber shoves him enough to hurt a bit. “I hate that song. It’s annoying.”
“Come on, just once.”
“I said no.”
Henry puts his finger to the screen and starts it anyway. He gets another push, and this one hurts more. Stupid Amber, stupid tomboy-but being angry with her doesn’t ever work. He’ll just be displeased in her general direction.
“Yeah, this song is stupid,” he decides in fifteen seconds.
“See?”
“Got any other ideas?” Henry considers turning the device off, but he’s already going back to the search bar. “Wanna watch your teaser vid?”
She just shrugs, stands up again, and faces him but doesn’t really look at him.
“But Krystal looks hot.”
“That’s disgusting.”
“What?”
“Age difference, dude.”
“Oh. Right,” Henry wants to pretend that never happened, but that would only make it worse, wouldn’t it? Yeah. “Let’s just get back to practice or something.”
“Good idea.” And she tries not to let his Krystal statement irk her. It’s not even because of her, but Amber won’t acknowledge what it could be. Mental block.
5: awkwardness is awkward - Hankyung/Luna
(#69, road trip)
The trip was supposed to be different than what’s going down. Luna’s not sure why she got stuck in the backseat with Hankyung, not that she doesn’t mind. She’s not sure when her other two oppas, Hyukjae and Donghae, started messing around with each other, but both she and Hankyung could figure it out within the first three days of the trip.
Really, riding in the same car as them is like traveling in a box with no air and a lot of panting. So she rolls down her windows, and so does Hankyung. They play cards in the back and Luna prays that the driving will only be swapped between the two in the front.
But like her fears, when they switch, Luna and Hankyung sit in the front, Hankyung drives-but that's not what’s to be feared. The tension in the back is palpable and Luna could probably write her name in it if she wanted to. But she doesn’t want to. And thank God Hankyung is there by her side.
Awkwardness heightens and falls at the same time when they spend their first night in a hotel, Hyukjae and Donghae in one room, Luna with Hankyung only one door over. The wall should be enough to block out anything immoral, right? Luna tries not to think about any noises in the night time.
It’s 10pm when this great idea comes up. Hankyung’s idea. Again, thank God.
“Luna?”
“Hm?” her toothbrush is poking into her mouth, she watches him in the threshold of the bathroom.
“Tomorrow, I think we should take the car and leave.”
She stops brushing altogether.
“And I was being serious.”
She takes a moment.
“They’ll be fine.”
She definitely doesn’t say no.
//…
Omg I didn't write HanToria, who am I? D:
In defense for myself, I'm writing longer fics for HanToria, haha. And I wanted to try out other pairings. Sorry if these kinda sucked, I'm just trying to get myself back into the rhythm, the AP American studying took away my more extensive chunks of writing time. Not that I always have ample time though, haha.