Merry Christmas; Onew/Luna; PG
Merry Christmas
Onew/Luna; pg; slice of life; 2076words
In which Luna may not be having a merry little Christmas after all and it’s all because of Onew her own whimsical delusions (of Onew).
11 December, Saturday
Two weeks before Christmas, Luna discovers a small package underneath her mattress. It’s petite and tied up in a single length of gold ribbon, not to mention it’s wrapped over with pink wrapping paper, her favorite color. At first, she gets all excited because it is a mysterious little present and while it’s probably from one of her members, it’s still a present after all.
Then again, on deeper evaluation, none of her members were this thoughtful, at least not two whole weeks before Christmas.
Victoria had Nichkhun to babysit. Amber was nursing her old, old, old ailment back in America and get real, Sulli and Krystal were sixteen, and they’d rather be out spending on who-knows-what-sixteen-year-olds-shop-for-nowadays.
She props herself up onto her bed, the pretty pink package begging to be opened on her lap. She hesitates and then fumbles with the ribbon, careful not to tear the wrapping because by now, she’s convinced whoever left it under her mattress probably thought Sulli was still sleeping there. It hadn’t been a month since they switched their positions on the bunk bed, Mr Mysterious could’ve been easily confused.
A tiny card slips out from the bottom of the package after she’s done pulling the ribbon off and she bends over to pick it up. Surprisingly, there’s a huge gold ‘L’ on the front of the small card, which Luna doesn’t quite understand since she’d been spending the last fifteen minutes thinking it’s Sulli’s present she’s this close to ripping apart. She raises her eyebrows at the card in her fingers and slowly opens it, only to surprise herself again.
Luna,
Here’s to a Merry Christmas to come.
I hope you like the little gift I left you.
O
She brushes her fingers over her name a couple of times, just to make sure her eyes weren’t playing tricks on her. Well, they weren’t. A smile forms on her lips and she laughs softly at the package before tearing at the pink paper. No one said she couldn’t, after all, it was hers and not Sulli’s.
Pink wrapper aside, she opened the box gently to find a pair of earrings sitting daintily inside. Roses, little red earring roses with intricate petals. They weren’t exactly the kind of present that would blow you away, but boy, didn’t it take Luna’s breath away anyway. She brings them into the bathroom to change into almost instantly and looks admiringly at the reflection in the mirror.
Whoever got this really has taste.
She grabs at the card and looks at the initial that signed off, O. Now, how many O’s did she know? There was Ok Taecyeon (Oh, wouldn’t Yoona be pissed), Oh Hye Rin (Raina might have wanted to do a lead vocalist Christmas thing), Oh Won Bin (He’d been gone too long), Outsider (Busy with military service preparation) … Onew?
She thinks through the list of ‘O’s she knows again but the more she thinks, the more likely it’s Onew who would’ve done something like this.
I mean, who leaves a delicate box under a mattress where it could’ve simply been crushed? Onew does stupid things without thinking. And he knows I like pink too.
Soon, she can’t shake the idea from her head and while she knows it’s pretty dangerous to have herself getting carried away (especially since this is Onew we’re talking about), she lets herself get carried away anyway. Besides, they were going to have a practice together the next day for their Christmas duet. She could clear her doubts then. (Her heart goes thump thump because what if it isn’t him?)
*****
12 December, Sunday
8.00AM
She’s standing in the corner of the studio fiddling with the tiny studs of roses when she hears the door open. Onew practically bounces in with this huge smile on his face and she can’t help but smile too.
Good morning, Luna!
She tries to phrase the jumbling words in her head to ask about the earrings but nothing comes out of her mouth right and she mentally slaps herself because now she looks like a total douche in front of the guy who would probably never buy her another gift again. Funny enough, Onew doesn’t seem to mind her stumbling over herself and instead tilts his head and throws her another brilliant smile.
Are those new? They look good on you.
Luna’s fingers reach to touch her earrings, the corners of her lips turn up and she laughs a soft thanks. It’s almost as if her whole body went on Automatic mode when he started on her earrings. (Her heart goes thump thump because it’s definitely him.)
The both of them carry out their practice so smoothly; even their vocal trainer’s surprised. As awkward as the constant eye contact and holding of hands should’ve been, it wasn’t half as bad while they were both in excellent moods. And sure, she did blush a couple of (thousand) times and felt all hot underneath the surface of her skin, but she couldn’t just screw this up now. Not after she’d found out it was him.
12.00PM
Practice ends and Luna’s still feeling all tingly inside but she’s got schedules to be at. Schedules that include variety shows and viewable radio shows which mean that showing any sign of abnormal joy would be risky. Who knows what kind of scandals MCs could come up with these days?
*****
15 December, Wednesday
Just as she’s almost pushed the whole present thing aside, another pink wrapped box appears at the front gate. This time, all of f(x) sees it because they’ve just returned together from another schedule past midnight. Krystal and Sulli start getting all excited and Victoria has to pull them aside in order for Luna to see what she’s holding. They press her to open it in front of them in the living room but Luna refuses, a smile playing on the tip of her lips.
Both of them give up about ten minutes later and go off to wash up. Victoria tries her luck the moment they leave.
Now will you open it?
No can do, sorry.
Victoria sighs, but it’s not like she wasn’t already expecting that. She leaves Luna all alone in the dark of the living room, fragments of light from a single lamp shimmering off the pink wrapping paper. She pulls the ribbon off and carefully pries the paper apart again. A little book of words of encouragement for each day. Again, it wasn’t exactly an expensive looking gift, but Luna was pretty much touched to no end. She tucked the book into a pocket in her bag and patted it before walking back into her room.
*****
19 December, Sunday
Practice over the past few days with Onew had been getting better and better. And the fact that he commented on the little book she was reading before practice just made her more convinced he was Mr Mysterious. Although her members were already aware of her crush on him way before this began, none of them knew how much that had grown to be in the last few days. Especially since none of them knew who the pink gift boxes were from.
And well, subconsciously, or perhaps slightly consciously, she had been imagining them both as a couple.
Luna steps into the dorm and is greeted by Krystal’s monotonous voice, hinted with the slightest bit of jealousy, in Luna’s opinion.
There’s another one of those pink packages on the kitchen table for you. But this one’s kind of huge.
She’s just as excited as when she found her first package and carries this new bigger-sized box from the kitchen to her room. There, she repeats her routine of ribbon pulling and paper tearing to find a pair of heels. Bright red and peep toed, perfect for her Christmas stage with Onew. She holds it up to the light to admire it and realizes that Sulli’s staring from the upper bunk.
That’s gorgeous. Can I have it?
Luna doesn’t know if it’s because of how ridiculous the question sounded or just because she’s getting possessive but she snaps at Sulli even before she realizes it.
No!
Sulli merely shrugs and Luna slips them onto her feet, afraid that they were the wrong size.
She was obviously afraid for nothing.
*****
23 December, Thursday
8.00AM
One day before the actual performance. She’s nervous, like every other live stage she’s been through. But this is a little different, no, a lot. This is her and the boy she’s been onto since forever who’s been sending her little gifts which she thinks is him reciprocating her affection on the same stage in front of a live worldwide audience singing while holding hands and having eye contact. This was definitely different.
She goes for the final rehearsal at the actual stage where he’s already waiting, doing vocal warm-ups. She catches herself staring at him and looks away quickly. He walks over and takes her hand lightly, pulling her towards the microphones. She feels her heartbeat slow and then double up and prays that he can’t feel her pulse through her hands.
2.00PM
Luna goes back to the dorm to grab her phone, which she conveniently forgets to bring out and instead leaves on her bedside table. She sneaks about the dorm looking for another package since she’s figured out the pattern of one present every four days. And sure enough there’s one on the shoe rack outside the door. But this package is long and cylindrical with just a scroll of paper inside that says:
Luna,
Don’t be nervous for your performance. You’ll do brilliantly, I know it.
Be wearing those things I gave you for tomorrow.
Merry Christmas
O
It’s kind of disappointing but then again, it’s kind of exciting too. She becomes more nervous because of this though because what if I look terrible in it or what if my voice screws up? She folds the paper up and slides it between the tiny book from O and then closes the dorm door behind her.
24 December, Friday
Christmas Eve
Ten minutes to performance.
Luna starts hyperventilating. She exaggerates, she’s just breathing really hard because it’s so hard to focus on her item when the crowd outside is screaming and cheering.
Six minutes to performance.
The make-up artists and hair stylists practically pile themselves onto her. There’s not much time left and she has to look perfect. She’s occupied though, too occupied looking for her duet partner and trying to stabilize her breathing.
Three minutes to performance.
She feels warms hands kneading her shoulders and turns to see Onew’s equally warm smile. There’s a spark that ignites in the pit of her stomach and she smiles back, feeling much, much more relaxed.
She walks up onto the stage and feels a sense of nervousness wash over her. Onew joins her on stage a second later and the music begins to play.
Deck the halls with bells of holly …
The medley sounds beautiful, even better on stage with an audience cheering than in the studio and her heart lurches up and down like she’s on a roller coaster ride. And then she notices something out of the corner of her eye. It’s a familiar face hidden partially behind a blinking LED fan board.
‘O’ is for Omma
Luna Fighting!
Luna blinks in time with the flashing LED bulbs. She looks at a confused Onew and back at her mother who’s laughing happily in the front row and then she realizes that she’s stopped singing. Onew’s obviously trying to cover up for her by raising his voice and Luna quickly catches the hint and joins back in at an appropriate juncture.
Fa-la-la-la (rip goes the pink paper over her heart)
La-la-la-la
Fa-la-la-la (rip)
La-la-la-la
Fa-la-la-la (rip)
La-la-la-la
He grabs her hand and they walk to stage centre. She feels stupid and deluded although she knows it’s her fault for thinking it was him the whole time.
Merry Christmas everybody! (crash)
Luna’s heart shatters across the stage floor as confetti erupts over the audience. She wriggles her hand out of his grip and notices that Onew’s too busy watching the confetti fall to realize that they aren’t holding hands anymore. She quickly swipes away the threatening tears on the edge of her eyes before they fall and then drops a sad smile at her red heels.
Merry Christmas Luna, Merry Christmas indeed.
Merry Christmas to all my wonderful readers ♥
I've been waiting for myself to come up with another Onew/Luna and here it is.
Too bad it turned out like this. Sorry ;(
Comments are always loved.
Onew/Luna; pg; slice of life; 2076words
In which Luna may not be having a merry little Christmas after all and it’s all because of Onew her own whimsical delusions (of Onew).
11 December, Saturday
Two weeks before Christmas, Luna discovers a small package underneath her mattress. It’s petite and tied up in a single length of gold ribbon, not to mention it’s wrapped over with pink wrapping paper, her favorite color. At first, she gets all excited because it is a mysterious little present and while it’s probably from one of her members, it’s still a present after all.
Then again, on deeper evaluation, none of her members were this thoughtful, at least not two whole weeks before Christmas.
Victoria had Nichkhun to babysit. Amber was nursing her old, old, old ailment back in America and get real, Sulli and Krystal were sixteen, and they’d rather be out spending on who-knows-what-sixteen-year-olds-shop-for-nowadays.
She props herself up onto her bed, the pretty pink package begging to be opened on her lap. She hesitates and then fumbles with the ribbon, careful not to tear the wrapping because by now, she’s convinced whoever left it under her mattress probably thought Sulli was still sleeping there. It hadn’t been a month since they switched their positions on the bunk bed, Mr Mysterious could’ve been easily confused.
A tiny card slips out from the bottom of the package after she’s done pulling the ribbon off and she bends over to pick it up. Surprisingly, there’s a huge gold ‘L’ on the front of the small card, which Luna doesn’t quite understand since she’d been spending the last fifteen minutes thinking it’s Sulli’s present she’s this close to ripping apart. She raises her eyebrows at the card in her fingers and slowly opens it, only to surprise herself again.
Luna,
Here’s to a Merry Christmas to come.
I hope you like the little gift I left you.
O
She brushes her fingers over her name a couple of times, just to make sure her eyes weren’t playing tricks on her. Well, they weren’t. A smile forms on her lips and she laughs softly at the package before tearing at the pink paper. No one said she couldn’t, after all, it was hers and not Sulli’s.
Pink wrapper aside, she opened the box gently to find a pair of earrings sitting daintily inside. Roses, little red earring roses with intricate petals. They weren’t exactly the kind of present that would blow you away, but boy, didn’t it take Luna’s breath away anyway. She brings them into the bathroom to change into almost instantly and looks admiringly at the reflection in the mirror.
Whoever got this really has taste.
She grabs at the card and looks at the initial that signed off, O. Now, how many O’s did she know? There was Ok Taecyeon (Oh, wouldn’t Yoona be pissed), Oh Hye Rin (Raina might have wanted to do a lead vocalist Christmas thing), Oh Won Bin (He’d been gone too long), Outsider (Busy with military service preparation) … Onew?
She thinks through the list of ‘O’s she knows again but the more she thinks, the more likely it’s Onew who would’ve done something like this.
I mean, who leaves a delicate box under a mattress where it could’ve simply been crushed? Onew does stupid things without thinking. And he knows I like pink too.
Soon, she can’t shake the idea from her head and while she knows it’s pretty dangerous to have herself getting carried away (especially since this is Onew we’re talking about), she lets herself get carried away anyway. Besides, they were going to have a practice together the next day for their Christmas duet. She could clear her doubts then. (Her heart goes thump thump because what if it isn’t him?)
*****
12 December, Sunday
8.00AM
She’s standing in the corner of the studio fiddling with the tiny studs of roses when she hears the door open. Onew practically bounces in with this huge smile on his face and she can’t help but smile too.
Good morning, Luna!
She tries to phrase the jumbling words in her head to ask about the earrings but nothing comes out of her mouth right and she mentally slaps herself because now she looks like a total douche in front of the guy who would probably never buy her another gift again. Funny enough, Onew doesn’t seem to mind her stumbling over herself and instead tilts his head and throws her another brilliant smile.
Are those new? They look good on you.
Luna’s fingers reach to touch her earrings, the corners of her lips turn up and she laughs a soft thanks. It’s almost as if her whole body went on Automatic mode when he started on her earrings. (Her heart goes thump thump because it’s definitely him.)
The both of them carry out their practice so smoothly; even their vocal trainer’s surprised. As awkward as the constant eye contact and holding of hands should’ve been, it wasn’t half as bad while they were both in excellent moods. And sure, she did blush a couple of (thousand) times and felt all hot underneath the surface of her skin, but she couldn’t just screw this up now. Not after she’d found out it was him.
12.00PM
Practice ends and Luna’s still feeling all tingly inside but she’s got schedules to be at. Schedules that include variety shows and viewable radio shows which mean that showing any sign of abnormal joy would be risky. Who knows what kind of scandals MCs could come up with these days?
*****
15 December, Wednesday
Just as she’s almost pushed the whole present thing aside, another pink wrapped box appears at the front gate. This time, all of f(x) sees it because they’ve just returned together from another schedule past midnight. Krystal and Sulli start getting all excited and Victoria has to pull them aside in order for Luna to see what she’s holding. They press her to open it in front of them in the living room but Luna refuses, a smile playing on the tip of her lips.
Both of them give up about ten minutes later and go off to wash up. Victoria tries her luck the moment they leave.
Now will you open it?
No can do, sorry.
Victoria sighs, but it’s not like she wasn’t already expecting that. She leaves Luna all alone in the dark of the living room, fragments of light from a single lamp shimmering off the pink wrapping paper. She pulls the ribbon off and carefully pries the paper apart again. A little book of words of encouragement for each day. Again, it wasn’t exactly an expensive looking gift, but Luna was pretty much touched to no end. She tucked the book into a pocket in her bag and patted it before walking back into her room.
*****
19 December, Sunday
Practice over the past few days with Onew had been getting better and better. And the fact that he commented on the little book she was reading before practice just made her more convinced he was Mr Mysterious. Although her members were already aware of her crush on him way before this began, none of them knew how much that had grown to be in the last few days. Especially since none of them knew who the pink gift boxes were from.
And well, subconsciously, or perhaps slightly consciously, she had been imagining them both as a couple.
Luna steps into the dorm and is greeted by Krystal’s monotonous voice, hinted with the slightest bit of jealousy, in Luna’s opinion.
There’s another one of those pink packages on the kitchen table for you. But this one’s kind of huge.
She’s just as excited as when she found her first package and carries this new bigger-sized box from the kitchen to her room. There, she repeats her routine of ribbon pulling and paper tearing to find a pair of heels. Bright red and peep toed, perfect for her Christmas stage with Onew. She holds it up to the light to admire it and realizes that Sulli’s staring from the upper bunk.
That’s gorgeous. Can I have it?
Luna doesn’t know if it’s because of how ridiculous the question sounded or just because she’s getting possessive but she snaps at Sulli even before she realizes it.
No!
Sulli merely shrugs and Luna slips them onto her feet, afraid that they were the wrong size.
She was obviously afraid for nothing.
*****
23 December, Thursday
8.00AM
One day before the actual performance. She’s nervous, like every other live stage she’s been through. But this is a little different, no, a lot. This is her and the boy she’s been onto since forever who’s been sending her little gifts which she thinks is him reciprocating her affection on the same stage in front of a live worldwide audience singing while holding hands and having eye contact. This was definitely different.
She goes for the final rehearsal at the actual stage where he’s already waiting, doing vocal warm-ups. She catches herself staring at him and looks away quickly. He walks over and takes her hand lightly, pulling her towards the microphones. She feels her heartbeat slow and then double up and prays that he can’t feel her pulse through her hands.
2.00PM
Luna goes back to the dorm to grab her phone, which she conveniently forgets to bring out and instead leaves on her bedside table. She sneaks about the dorm looking for another package since she’s figured out the pattern of one present every four days. And sure enough there’s one on the shoe rack outside the door. But this package is long and cylindrical with just a scroll of paper inside that says:
Luna,
Don’t be nervous for your performance. You’ll do brilliantly, I know it.
Be wearing those things I gave you for tomorrow.
Merry Christmas
O
It’s kind of disappointing but then again, it’s kind of exciting too. She becomes more nervous because of this though because what if I look terrible in it or what if my voice screws up? She folds the paper up and slides it between the tiny book from O and then closes the dorm door behind her.
24 December, Friday
Christmas Eve
Ten minutes to performance.
Luna starts hyperventilating. She exaggerates, she’s just breathing really hard because it’s so hard to focus on her item when the crowd outside is screaming and cheering.
Six minutes to performance.
The make-up artists and hair stylists practically pile themselves onto her. There’s not much time left and she has to look perfect. She’s occupied though, too occupied looking for her duet partner and trying to stabilize her breathing.
Three minutes to performance.
She feels warms hands kneading her shoulders and turns to see Onew’s equally warm smile. There’s a spark that ignites in the pit of her stomach and she smiles back, feeling much, much more relaxed.
She walks up onto the stage and feels a sense of nervousness wash over her. Onew joins her on stage a second later and the music begins to play.
Deck the halls with bells of holly …
The medley sounds beautiful, even better on stage with an audience cheering than in the studio and her heart lurches up and down like she’s on a roller coaster ride. And then she notices something out of the corner of her eye. It’s a familiar face hidden partially behind a blinking LED fan board.
‘O’ is for Omma
Luna Fighting!
Luna blinks in time with the flashing LED bulbs. She looks at a confused Onew and back at her mother who’s laughing happily in the front row and then she realizes that she’s stopped singing. Onew’s obviously trying to cover up for her by raising his voice and Luna quickly catches the hint and joins back in at an appropriate juncture.
Fa-la-la-la (rip goes the pink paper over her heart)
La-la-la-la
Fa-la-la-la (rip)
La-la-la-la
Fa-la-la-la (rip)
La-la-la-la
He grabs her hand and they walk to stage centre. She feels stupid and deluded although she knows it’s her fault for thinking it was him the whole time.
Merry Christmas everybody! (crash)
Luna’s heart shatters across the stage floor as confetti erupts over the audience. She wriggles her hand out of his grip and notices that Onew’s too busy watching the confetti fall to realize that they aren’t holding hands anymore. She quickly swipes away the threatening tears on the edge of her eyes before they fall and then drops a sad smile at her red heels.
Merry Christmas Luna, Merry Christmas indeed.
Merry Christmas to all my wonderful readers ♥
I've been waiting for myself to come up with another Onew/Luna and here it is.
Too bad it turned out like this. Sorry ;(
Comments are always loved.