drabbles [Victoria/Minho, Changmin/Sooyoung, Han Geng/Hyoyeon]
Trying to get back into the swing of things in the kpop fanfiction world!
the past and the inevitable
Victoria | Minho ⇒ the things you can't change
written with 13fireflies in mind ♥
i. We Got Married
Victoria is "married" to Nichkhun. Fact. Other fact: Nichkhun is one of Minho's favorite hyungs, and all of Korea probably knows that. No, he can't play it off like it's unfair. Minho came into the game too late, and he knows that. Although technically, Minho knew Victoria before Nichkhun even crossed into her mind.
That doesn't change the fact that Victoria "got married" to him. Someday, they might actually get married, Minho thinks. He lies awake in bed, while his bandmates snore and mutter in their sleep, and thinks about the wedding those two would have. It's a little bit disturbing. Minho knows. Being silent most of the time doesn't mean he's an idiot. And he isn't so silent anymore. He's a big boy now. Time to stop pining over a "married woman."
Time to find his own big girl.
ii. The Image
They don't look good enough standing side-by-side. He looks too young and too tall, and even though he has several inches on her, he will always look young. He will always look like a handsome alien, and Victoria will always be perfect. Minho needs someone younger; he's always loved the more mature, older figures in his life just a little more than the ones who were born after him. At least, it's been a tendency of his that he seldom deviates from (see: Lee Taemin, and Krystal Jung).
The two of them don't exude a perfect enough image. Separately, the brilliant aesthetics are there. Together, they look the way siblings should hypothetically look-their faces have a nice harmony to them, but you know they aren't going to sneak behind the nearest closet door and smash faces like they're trying to suck the life out of each other's mouths. They just aren't. Minho kind of wants to, but it doesn't happen.
It's one of those things that only happens in dreams. Minho wakes up too quickly from those ones, though.
iii. Just-
It's not going to work. There are plenty of reasons he can think of. They are all facts. He should stick to other girls, other little girls who will never reach his height, other little girls who he could pick up with one hand-but not really. There are other girls out there. Plenty other fish in the sea, yada yada. The funny thing is, he recalls the time when Nichkhun gave him a talk; a talk about girls, and how someday, Minho would find the perfect girl and it would all be perfect like a romance film, with its perfect little happy ending, no one dies, no one gets hit by a car, no one loses their memory, everyone is with who they want, everyone is where they want to be,
and everyone smiles. Words coming from the mouth of a "married" man.
reasons to get grounded
Sooyoung | Changmin ⇒ the time is midnight
written with xandernese in mind ♥
It isn't light that wakes her up, it's just a case of true anxiety jerking her into a state of slight-awareness. Sooyoung isn't fully awake yet, but suddenly she is hypersensitive to the warmth next to her, and the arm laying across her stomach. "What the hell?"
Changmin rolls over, taking his arm with him. Sooyoung then remembers: this is not her bedroom. This is not her house, this is not even the street where her house is. This is not where she is supposed to be when it's dark. There is a statistics notebook on her leg. Changmin has a line drawn in pen on his face. "Mmf, go back to sleep. We can do our project later-"
"What time is it?" she asks, although she ends up checking herself as she stumbles away from Changmin's bed. "Oh…oh…it's midnight. Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no-"
"Sooyoung, shut up…"
"I was supposed to be home three hours ago, don't tell me to shut up!" she snaps, throwing a pen that had been in her back pocket, poking her, at him. Changmin jolts upright when it hits him. "Why did you let me go to sleep?"
"I didn't! At least…I don't think I did."
Sooyoung almost laughs, but she's too busy scooping up her papers. History notes, literature notes, math problems. Changmin holds her textbook out towards her, and she mumbles a thank you as she stuffs it into her backpack.
"You want me to come downstairs with you?"
"No. Thanks. No, I know the way out of your house. You'll just wake your parents up."
"Hey!"
"What? You may be good at dancing, but that doesn't mean you know how to be silent on stairs."
"Neither do you!"
"Shh!"
They stare. It's turning into a contest, and Sooyoung needs to get home, but a contest is a contest (especially between the two of them).
"You blinked."
"Did not," she counters. "There-you just did!"
"I-fine. Go home already," he sighs, rolling back onto his bed, meeting his face with a pillow. He doesn't notice at first, but Sooyoung has rounded the corner of his bed, and she's standing over him now. His first instinct would be to turn over again and hold something up in his defense, but he merely lies there, too tired to save himself from any impending doom she might bring upon him.
Her doom is in the form of a kiss on the top of his head. But when he sits up to look at her, she's gone, and his bedroom door is swinging open. She really is quieter than he thought.
monster on the water
Hyoyeon | Hankyung ⇒ you've seen me at my worst
She's seen a lot of things. She's done a lot of things. He has, too. Even when she knows how to say it right, she pronounces his name like "Hankyung," because that's how they were introduced. The syllables bring her back to a time when everyone she knew was a little more innocent, and a little more naive than they are now.
They've experienced the world apart, and together. They have-on the surface-a normal, healthy friendship. What's true is that they have a healthy, abnormal, almost "refreshing" burden of a friendship that neither of them would ever trade up for the mainstream type of friends' love.
He sends her postcards from China; she sends him postcards from Korea. Once, she kissed the envelope and hoped he'd notice. If he had, they never talked about it. Hyoyeon thought that maybe they'd forget about it.
He has troubles, real troubles; he has troubles she wants to help him fight, but she has troubles of her own that he wants to fight off for her. It's the gentlemanly thing to do, she thinks.
She's seen a lot of things, mostly involving him. There's a bit of love gluing them together that goes far beyond what's accepted in a friendship. They both know, and they are both afraid of it. It: the one thing they never talk about.
She's seen so many things. She's seen him kick up sand and scream when they went to the beach together, as all the evil things poured out. No, they were never evil. He's never been truly evil. Whatever it was, it was a synonym for misunderstood that no one had labeled with an actual word yet. Yes, that's what it was. She's seen him cry, silently, when no one else was looking.
Hyoyeon's seen him beat the monsters away-she's seen him beat the monsters out of his own heart and hers. Through the best times and worst times, she's seen him, and he's seen her, crystal clear, perfect pitch, la-di-da.
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feel free to throw prompts at me; I want to write a lot this week.
ps, I used iprompt for these, in case you couldn't tell :3
the past and the inevitable
Victoria | Minho ⇒ the things you can't change
written with 13fireflies in mind ♥
i. We Got Married
Victoria is "married" to Nichkhun. Fact. Other fact: Nichkhun is one of Minho's favorite hyungs, and all of Korea probably knows that. No, he can't play it off like it's unfair. Minho came into the game too late, and he knows that. Although technically, Minho knew Victoria before Nichkhun even crossed into her mind.
That doesn't change the fact that Victoria "got married" to him. Someday, they might actually get married, Minho thinks. He lies awake in bed, while his bandmates snore and mutter in their sleep, and thinks about the wedding those two would have. It's a little bit disturbing. Minho knows. Being silent most of the time doesn't mean he's an idiot. And he isn't so silent anymore. He's a big boy now. Time to stop pining over a "married woman."
Time to find his own big girl.
ii. The Image
They don't look good enough standing side-by-side. He looks too young and too tall, and even though he has several inches on her, he will always look young. He will always look like a handsome alien, and Victoria will always be perfect. Minho needs someone younger; he's always loved the more mature, older figures in his life just a little more than the ones who were born after him. At least, it's been a tendency of his that he seldom deviates from (see: Lee Taemin, and Krystal Jung).
The two of them don't exude a perfect enough image. Separately, the brilliant aesthetics are there. Together, they look the way siblings should hypothetically look-their faces have a nice harmony to them, but you know they aren't going to sneak behind the nearest closet door and smash faces like they're trying to suck the life out of each other's mouths. They just aren't. Minho kind of wants to, but it doesn't happen.
It's one of those things that only happens in dreams. Minho wakes up too quickly from those ones, though.
iii. Just-
It's not going to work. There are plenty of reasons he can think of. They are all facts. He should stick to other girls, other little girls who will never reach his height, other little girls who he could pick up with one hand-but not really. There are other girls out there. Plenty other fish in the sea, yada yada. The funny thing is, he recalls the time when Nichkhun gave him a talk; a talk about girls, and how someday, Minho would find the perfect girl and it would all be perfect like a romance film, with its perfect little happy ending, no one dies, no one gets hit by a car, no one loses their memory, everyone is with who they want, everyone is where they want to be,
and everyone smiles. Words coming from the mouth of a "married" man.
reasons to get grounded
Sooyoung | Changmin ⇒ the time is midnight
written with xandernese in mind ♥
It isn't light that wakes her up, it's just a case of true anxiety jerking her into a state of slight-awareness. Sooyoung isn't fully awake yet, but suddenly she is hypersensitive to the warmth next to her, and the arm laying across her stomach. "What the hell?"
Changmin rolls over, taking his arm with him. Sooyoung then remembers: this is not her bedroom. This is not her house, this is not even the street where her house is. This is not where she is supposed to be when it's dark. There is a statistics notebook on her leg. Changmin has a line drawn in pen on his face. "Mmf, go back to sleep. We can do our project later-"
"What time is it?" she asks, although she ends up checking herself as she stumbles away from Changmin's bed. "Oh…oh…it's midnight. Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no-"
"Sooyoung, shut up…"
"I was supposed to be home three hours ago, don't tell me to shut up!" she snaps, throwing a pen that had been in her back pocket, poking her, at him. Changmin jolts upright when it hits him. "Why did you let me go to sleep?"
"I didn't! At least…I don't think I did."
Sooyoung almost laughs, but she's too busy scooping up her papers. History notes, literature notes, math problems. Changmin holds her textbook out towards her, and she mumbles a thank you as she stuffs it into her backpack.
"You want me to come downstairs with you?"
"No. Thanks. No, I know the way out of your house. You'll just wake your parents up."
"Hey!"
"What? You may be good at dancing, but that doesn't mean you know how to be silent on stairs."
"Neither do you!"
"Shh!"
They stare. It's turning into a contest, and Sooyoung needs to get home, but a contest is a contest (especially between the two of them).
"You blinked."
"Did not," she counters. "There-you just did!"
"I-fine. Go home already," he sighs, rolling back onto his bed, meeting his face with a pillow. He doesn't notice at first, but Sooyoung has rounded the corner of his bed, and she's standing over him now. His first instinct would be to turn over again and hold something up in his defense, but he merely lies there, too tired to save himself from any impending doom she might bring upon him.
Her doom is in the form of a kiss on the top of his head. But when he sits up to look at her, she's gone, and his bedroom door is swinging open. She really is quieter than he thought.
monster on the water
Hyoyeon | Hankyung ⇒ you've seen me at my worst
She's seen a lot of things. She's done a lot of things. He has, too. Even when she knows how to say it right, she pronounces his name like "Hankyung," because that's how they were introduced. The syllables bring her back to a time when everyone she knew was a little more innocent, and a little more naive than they are now.
They've experienced the world apart, and together. They have-on the surface-a normal, healthy friendship. What's true is that they have a healthy, abnormal, almost "refreshing" burden of a friendship that neither of them would ever trade up for the mainstream type of friends' love.
He sends her postcards from China; she sends him postcards from Korea. Once, she kissed the envelope and hoped he'd notice. If he had, they never talked about it. Hyoyeon thought that maybe they'd forget about it.
He has troubles, real troubles; he has troubles she wants to help him fight, but she has troubles of her own that he wants to fight off for her. It's the gentlemanly thing to do, she thinks.
She's seen a lot of things, mostly involving him. There's a bit of love gluing them together that goes far beyond what's accepted in a friendship. They both know, and they are both afraid of it. It: the one thing they never talk about.
She's seen so many things. She's seen him kick up sand and scream when they went to the beach together, as all the evil things poured out. No, they were never evil. He's never been truly evil. Whatever it was, it was a synonym for misunderstood that no one had labeled with an actual word yet. Yes, that's what it was. She's seen him cry, silently, when no one else was looking.
Hyoyeon's seen him beat the monsters away-she's seen him beat the monsters out of his own heart and hers. Through the best times and worst times, she's seen him, and he's seen her, crystal clear, perfect pitch, la-di-da.
- - -
feel free to throw prompts at me; I want to write a lot this week.
ps, I used iprompt for these, in case you couldn't tell :3