Be with you day and night
Endgame
Baekhyun/IU, Angst, PG 541~words
For us it's too late. We're still nowhere at all.
Neither was sorry.
Neither spoke, nor made a tiny squeak. It felt colder inside now, despite the heavy rain that poured, completely wetting the pavements and street lights, and the traffic around here was more of the fucking nuisance than it was every day. His free hand carried his lazy head and he eyed the outside with frustration that she recognized by how he shifted his sighs and grumbles, while his right hand stayed on the steering wheel, tapping to a rhythm stuck inside his head.
Her hands slowly found the radio, and he gazed at her as she turned it to a station playing some mellow music. Her kind of genre, he might add. And she looked up in defense, “It’s too quiet.”
“The rain’s noisy enough.” He switched it off again.
She didn’t talk back, because they would argue more, and when that happened, if the same thing happened thirty five minutes ago, and every fucking single day in the past week, Lee Jieun knew she just had to stop. As they inched little by little towards home, Baekhyun tsked all the more, started complaining about how this was taking forever and how he wished he didn’t have to waste anymore time by heading for her place first.
She made a face. “How come it’s always my fault? You were late this time! I got wet waiting at the sidewalk.”
“I never asked you to wait! When I was already almost an hour drive away, I expected you to use that brain of yours and could’ve at least went home on your own!”
“It was raining, you idiot.” Tears started to blur her eyes, but she knew it was just about enough. “And now I’m wet, and all you care about is getting back once you drop me off? Do you know what day today is? What about the dinner you pro---“
He scoffed. “It’d be great if I had enough time to actually eat!”
“You know it’s a bit sad,” she started now, tying her hair up even though it was still wet, her shirt slightly drenched with it. “It’s a bit sad that you’re taking it all on me for no good reason.”
Baekhyun pulled up at the side, steering away from the line and parked there for a moment. They couldn’t face each other, eyes totally focused outside the windows. “It’s sad to think that you weren’t the person I thought I loved, and it’s even sadder to know that you never managed to love me just as much.” Taken aback, her eyes threw daggers at him but he didn’t flinch just like the last time. They faced each other, head on, wondering how this battle would end; sooner or later it had to because he had an appointment in less than an hour, and she... well, she wanted to stick to the plans they made the other time.
She picked up her bag and opened the door. “Guess love isn’t enough for both us.” The wind blew in, and as Baekhyun blinked, Jieun slammed the door shut, walking now without an umbrella, hands inside her pockets and a heart’s patience growing to a minimum.
He stared and whispered, “Happy Anniversary.”
And neither was sorry.
Right now
Luhan/Nana, Hurt, G ~355 words
It's just a little crush
At times you find it already amusing how you can like someone that probably will never consider of putting up with you. You start scribbling his name all over your notebook (in three languages too) like a teenager in love, and putting up with this exuberant feeling is plainly overwhelming. You come to your sense that it kind of does. You refuse to stay in the same dining hall as him, realizing now that yes, practically he knows everything; the fact that you like him, the fact that he doesn’t like you back, and that just complicates the issue of your almost friendship.
And what’s silly is that you still hope, in every possible way, that he’ll like you back. What is stupidity spelled must be reflecting now all over your face as the dim light from your cell phone continues to flash on that piece of paper. Having writing these things about missing him already when you practically saw him two minutes ago, about knowing that even when he is in love with someone else, you still try your best that he be noticing you in the hallways, or about the fact that you just want him to be near you because you know you feel safer and amazing and it’s like the whole world has stopped --- it is kind of stupid. You know that loving this foreign specimen of a man, a sudden overload of cuteness and plus points on an innocent appeal, is making you crazy. Nana, you’re crazy. This crush is going overboard.
Yet, you can’t seem to stop liking Luhan. Not because he is attractive, or witty, or just about perfection defined, but because you think it’s wrong. You can’t stop because it’s wrong to stop. Maybe at some point in time, you will regret ever liking the man, but right now, even when it hurts just a little bit (you have no right to feel hurt at all to begin with), you will give everything for him to take a glance, make a move, and smile at your direction. And that’s going to happen once upon a time.
.
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→ After which I think I'll write one-shots for everyone who joined/watched the community. For now, hope these short drabbles entertain you. They're not much; I'll probably write more SuGen or Shineefx in my next post, not really sure when my next post will be but I'll try, and we'll see how I can still write because I suddenly have that troublesome block coming along. :)
Baekhyun/IU, Angst, PG 541~words
For us it's too late. We're still nowhere at all.
Neither was sorry.
Neither spoke, nor made a tiny squeak. It felt colder inside now, despite the heavy rain that poured, completely wetting the pavements and street lights, and the traffic around here was more of the fucking nuisance than it was every day. His free hand carried his lazy head and he eyed the outside with frustration that she recognized by how he shifted his sighs and grumbles, while his right hand stayed on the steering wheel, tapping to a rhythm stuck inside his head.
Her hands slowly found the radio, and he gazed at her as she turned it to a station playing some mellow music. Her kind of genre, he might add. And she looked up in defense, “It’s too quiet.”
“The rain’s noisy enough.” He switched it off again.
She didn’t talk back, because they would argue more, and when that happened, if the same thing happened thirty five minutes ago, and every fucking single day in the past week, Lee Jieun knew she just had to stop. As they inched little by little towards home, Baekhyun tsked all the more, started complaining about how this was taking forever and how he wished he didn’t have to waste anymore time by heading for her place first.
She made a face. “How come it’s always my fault? You were late this time! I got wet waiting at the sidewalk.”
“I never asked you to wait! When I was already almost an hour drive away, I expected you to use that brain of yours and could’ve at least went home on your own!”
“It was raining, you idiot.” Tears started to blur her eyes, but she knew it was just about enough. “And now I’m wet, and all you care about is getting back once you drop me off? Do you know what day today is? What about the dinner you pro---“
He scoffed. “It’d be great if I had enough time to actually eat!”
“You know it’s a bit sad,” she started now, tying her hair up even though it was still wet, her shirt slightly drenched with it. “It’s a bit sad that you’re taking it all on me for no good reason.”
Baekhyun pulled up at the side, steering away from the line and parked there for a moment. They couldn’t face each other, eyes totally focused outside the windows. “It’s sad to think that you weren’t the person I thought I loved, and it’s even sadder to know that you never managed to love me just as much.” Taken aback, her eyes threw daggers at him but he didn’t flinch just like the last time. They faced each other, head on, wondering how this battle would end; sooner or later it had to because he had an appointment in less than an hour, and she... well, she wanted to stick to the plans they made the other time.
She picked up her bag and opened the door. “Guess love isn’t enough for both us.” The wind blew in, and as Baekhyun blinked, Jieun slammed the door shut, walking now without an umbrella, hands inside her pockets and a heart’s patience growing to a minimum.
He stared and whispered, “Happy Anniversary.”
And neither was sorry.
Right now
Luhan/Nana, Hurt, G ~355 words
It's just a little crush
At times you find it already amusing how you can like someone that probably will never consider of putting up with you. You start scribbling his name all over your notebook (in three languages too) like a teenager in love, and putting up with this exuberant feeling is plainly overwhelming. You come to your sense that it kind of does. You refuse to stay in the same dining hall as him, realizing now that yes, practically he knows everything; the fact that you like him, the fact that he doesn’t like you back, and that just complicates the issue of your almost friendship.
And what’s silly is that you still hope, in every possible way, that he’ll like you back. What is stupidity spelled must be reflecting now all over your face as the dim light from your cell phone continues to flash on that piece of paper. Having writing these things about missing him already when you practically saw him two minutes ago, about knowing that even when he is in love with someone else, you still try your best that he be noticing you in the hallways, or about the fact that you just want him to be near you because you know you feel safer and amazing and it’s like the whole world has stopped --- it is kind of stupid. You know that loving this foreign specimen of a man, a sudden overload of cuteness and plus points on an innocent appeal, is making you crazy. Nana, you’re crazy. This crush is going overboard.
Yet, you can’t seem to stop liking Luhan. Not because he is attractive, or witty, or just about perfection defined, but because you think it’s wrong. You can’t stop because it’s wrong to stop. Maybe at some point in time, you will regret ever liking the man, but right now, even when it hurts just a little bit (you have no right to feel hurt at all to begin with), you will give everything for him to take a glance, make a move, and smile at your direction. And that’s going to happen once upon a time.
.
____________________________________________________________
→ After which I think I'll write one-shots for everyone who joined/watched the community. For now, hope these short drabbles entertain you. They're not much; I'll probably write more SuGen or Shineefx in my next post, not really sure when my next post will be but I'll try, and we'll see how I can still write because I suddenly have that troublesome block coming along. :)