I wonder if you ever think of me
Play pretends
Changmin/Yoona, Angst, PG ~ 540 words
At some point in time, one has to realize the difference between dreams and reality
→ Supposedly fluffy since this would have been my ultra mega super fluffy drabble post but neh, you can never go wrong with angst, I suppose. Random thoughtless stuff.
He never lied. Shim Changmin was stubborn and a little snobbish when he had to be, but he wasn’t a liar, and being Yoona she knew that part so well like the back of her hand, like the pages of her diary, like Jessica’s words when she was about to blow up.
It was a little odd in fact, that Yoona couldn’t quite comprehend at times, but she knew it was odd in every possible way. It was odd to the point that she liked being with him, even when she couldn’t tell if he did too (then again, she would just assume either side of the coin). It was never boring around him, contradicting what she gathered from others’ chitchat in hallways, but that would also be because she liked him very very much. Yoona enjoyed every moment they share, every safe tease about the two of them while walking, and the few I love yous in between --- harmless little phrases that she spoke so many times in front of him, in front of everyone else, because they were such a cute ‘pretend’ couple. Pretend because it was fun, and so did the other girls did it too (Sooyoung even yelled at the top of her lungs, “Changmin-ah, I love you from the moon and back!” And it made him laugh so hard, Yoona remembered).
She could have been driven then of what everyone always said of them. “You two are so cute together!” “You should just really date.” “You’re always blushing around him.” It got worse every time they hang out as a group, and her friends from behind teased ceaselessly.
Usually they would sit together in a corner of a room, and just talk. Nonstop, like good friends. They weren’t good friends, at least to Yoona, and every time he left for practice with his Yunho-hyung, she would imagine herself pulling him back, running away with him into the sunset, such childish nonsense.
The thing was she was still a child and she had never doubted Changmin. She believed him so selfishly, so easily, when he tried to be more caring and more delicate around her.
Maybe because she was also fond of the idea that he wanted something more, maybe she wanted to think that he’d like to play pretends just like the rest of them. She could hear her heart, the way it throbbed angrily on her chest for being too naive.
Changmin would never lie. He was many things, but not a liar. She liked to pretend that he did mean some things, like how he always got down to tie her shoelaces, or ask if she’s taken her medication for those stressful headaches, or plainly laugh at her for being irresistable idiotic in front of him. He did that, and Yoona enjoyed as long as he was happy.
Maybe the reason why she liked Changmin so much was because even when she knew that it could never be, he always played pretend with her. Maybe the reason why she would always seem okay with it, with him falling in love with another while she watched from the sidelines, was because she got used to it. The game would never be even, anyway.
Counting Sheep
Sehun/Krystal, Romance | Fluff, PG ~ 386 words
One can't sleep, and the other has to do the counting.
→ For museelo but you can't laugh because I absolutely am stupid at writing fluff.
The moonlight was entering her bedroom, shadows travelling in length higher up to her ceiling now that a few of the night light stars that hang above (she would stash them during slumber parties, oh the embarrassment of the being too scared of the dark) were partly darker than usual. Her curtain, from a peek under her covers, danced along the whirlwind of the night breeze that entered her balcony and she trembled at the cold.
She could never admit it, but being afraid of the dark and not falling asleep before midnight always was a disadvantage. She could never sleep, paranoia took over her system just like that.
From under her pillow she pulled her cell phone, pressed number two long enough for the beep. And slightly shaking, she held to her ear, “Eh... you still awake?”
“Soojung, it’s 2 am. What are you doing up?”
“I kind of studied way too late, and now I can’t sleep,” she replied.
He chuckled. “Turn on the light for a while. The ‘ghosts’ might go away.”
“I’m serious!” she nearly shouted, bolting up. “I’m... scared, Sehun-ah.”
“Close your eyes and start counting sheep,” the boy on the line suggested.
She clicked her tongue. “You know it doesn’t work on me.”
“All right,” he hastily decided, ending the call and Soojung panicked at this, nearly shocked at how the boy could ever do such betrayal at desperate times like such when in fact ---
A knock on her balcony door made her squeal lightly, covering her mouth so that Jessica in the other room wouldn’t wake from it.
“It’s me.”
Soojung ran towards it, opened the door, and saw in fact Sehun in a plain shirt and his blue elephant pajamas, rubbing his eyes in annoyance. Pulling him inside at once and closing the glass behind, Soojung happily pulled up a chair and made him sit on it, as she pounced back to her bed, hiding under the covers.
“It’s just like old times, you know,” Soojung said excitedly, shutting her eyes. “Thanks, Sehun.”
Leaning back in his relaxed state with arms crossed, he rolled his eyes, raising his legs so that they settled above her own.
“1... 2... 3... ” he started counting out loud, and his voice was enough to calm the girl of her quirks.
Stares and smiles
Jonghyun/Sunny, Romance | Friendship, G ~371 words
Those shy and closed impressions on the first meeting
→ To happymint , I'm not very good at this but I still hope you like it.
He merely knew her as Girls’ Generation’s aegyo queen Sunny while she merely knew him as CN Blue’s guitarist Jonghyun, who had an exceptionally fine smirk on his side profile.
It wasn’t intentional how that kind of meeting grew into something more, because how playful fate was to both when they were requested to star in a musical, something sort of another big break after Sunny’s Catch Me If You Can. And the more that anything seemed so surreal, the more they managed to steal a few ‘hello’s.
“We’re the only ones? Where is everybody?” She said in shock, seeing him sit on the stairwell, waiting patiently for the rest as the said meeting was in the conference hall in the second floor, at 1.
He stared at his watch and shrugged.
“I guess you’re one of the early birds, ne?”
She pouted, nodding and sitting next to him, crossing her legs. “So... ”
He quirked an eyebrow. “So?”
She let out a small laugh and held her hand out, indicating a sign of welcome or greeting or anything that any ship, friends and the likes, should start with.
“I’m Sunny.”
“Sunkyu, you mean?”
She giggled brightly, like all the stars at night meant nothing. “How’d you know?”
There was that enigmatic feel around him, the way he just flipped his cell phone around and waiting for the rest to call (in impatience or not, she couldn’t care less either). He seemed to be quiet, rather than the image of how he usually performed on stage (Sunny and Seohyun once went out to watch their concert with free complimentary VIP tickets from Yonghwa). He was timid with his words, very realistic in the sense but still so surreal that not even his prescence acted out reality. The lack of it thereof was what drew Sunny to sit closer, still observing him.
“I have my sources,” he answered. And for the first time, he stared back at her, revealing that rather welcoming smile, and Sunny knew, that afternoon where nobody in the cast even attempted to come, that life just got less tricky, but more fun nonetheless.
Flashback
Luhan/Nana, Angst, PG ~ 422 words
Because even when you are the one in my six billion, it's like it'll never be enough anymore.
And that after a while it sinks in. His laughter is music in her ears, the kind of symphony that she will wish to wake up for every six or seven or eight o’ clock and to make him breakfast of some sort, coffee and caramel on the double because he likes it that way and he will greet her with a kiss for good morning as she pays the same price.
If it’s not love then what is? As she sleeps on his couch with him still holding on to her tightly, sharing the same sheets and their socks peeking at the end by the armrest, Jinah thinks it still matters even until now. It still will matter ten years in the future even.
“Do you love me?” She looks up into his eyes, small wrinkles at the side when he smiles.
He nods, kissing her forehead. “Of course I do.”
“Thank you for always staying with me even with all the things I have to do,” she reasons out, smelling the nice touch of spring in his shirt.
Luhan pinches her cheek. “That’s why I’m training, aren’t I? So that I can be in the same stage as you next time. We’d both be famous and I don’t have to worry about being embarrassed around your friends. I mean... it’s okay.”
She grumpily sighs. “You’re tiring yourself and we get to spend little time with each other. Once you debut, you’ll forget about me.”
“I’ll forget about the prettiest girl in the world?” He chokes, laughing. “Never.”
“Never? Never ever?” She states afterwards and he kisses her hastily but still with much enthusiasm.
“I’ll love you forever,” Luhan says afterwards. “I promise.”
And for that moment, she feels assured.
But just like all other things, nothing is held constant. Lizzy suddenly is at her right side when she opens her eyes and that itchy feeling you get after putting on so much of the thick eyeliner - oh the sheer horror that Nana wanted to rub it so badly.
“You okay?” She speaks, standing up and handing tissue. The other girl seems to have fallen asleep on the couch of their dressing area. She is already in her glittery gold outfit, before Lizzy gives her a pat on the back. “It’s gonna be fine.”
“I know that,” Nana answers. “I was just... dreaming again.”
“Of him? Of the Chinese boy we saw earlier? The one who didn’t return your hello?”
She nods silently. That Chinese boy Nana is in love with.
//
Changmin/Yoona, Angst, PG ~ 540 words
At some point in time, one has to realize the difference between dreams and reality
→ Supposedly fluffy since this would have been my ultra mega super fluffy drabble post but neh, you can never go wrong with angst, I suppose. Random thoughtless stuff.
He never lied. Shim Changmin was stubborn and a little snobbish when he had to be, but he wasn’t a liar, and being Yoona she knew that part so well like the back of her hand, like the pages of her diary, like Jessica’s words when she was about to blow up.
It was a little odd in fact, that Yoona couldn’t quite comprehend at times, but she knew it was odd in every possible way. It was odd to the point that she liked being with him, even when she couldn’t tell if he did too (then again, she would just assume either side of the coin). It was never boring around him, contradicting what she gathered from others’ chitchat in hallways, but that would also be because she liked him very very much. Yoona enjoyed every moment they share, every safe tease about the two of them while walking, and the few I love yous in between --- harmless little phrases that she spoke so many times in front of him, in front of everyone else, because they were such a cute ‘pretend’ couple. Pretend because it was fun, and so did the other girls did it too (Sooyoung even yelled at the top of her lungs, “Changmin-ah, I love you from the moon and back!” And it made him laugh so hard, Yoona remembered).
She could have been driven then of what everyone always said of them. “You two are so cute together!” “You should just really date.” “You’re always blushing around him.” It got worse every time they hang out as a group, and her friends from behind teased ceaselessly.
Usually they would sit together in a corner of a room, and just talk. Nonstop, like good friends. They weren’t good friends, at least to Yoona, and every time he left for practice with his Yunho-hyung, she would imagine herself pulling him back, running away with him into the sunset, such childish nonsense.
The thing was she was still a child and she had never doubted Changmin. She believed him so selfishly, so easily, when he tried to be more caring and more delicate around her.
Maybe because she was also fond of the idea that he wanted something more, maybe she wanted to think that he’d like to play pretends just like the rest of them. She could hear her heart, the way it throbbed angrily on her chest for being too naive.
Changmin would never lie. He was many things, but not a liar. She liked to pretend that he did mean some things, like how he always got down to tie her shoelaces, or ask if she’s taken her medication for those stressful headaches, or plainly laugh at her for being irresistable idiotic in front of him. He did that, and Yoona enjoyed as long as he was happy.
Maybe the reason why she liked Changmin so much was because even when she knew that it could never be, he always played pretend with her. Maybe the reason why she would always seem okay with it, with him falling in love with another while she watched from the sidelines, was because she got used to it. The game would never be even, anyway.
Counting Sheep
Sehun/Krystal, Romance | Fluff, PG ~ 386 words
One can't sleep, and the other has to do the counting.
→ For museelo but you can't laugh because I absolutely am stupid at writing fluff.
The moonlight was entering her bedroom, shadows travelling in length higher up to her ceiling now that a few of the night light stars that hang above (she would stash them during slumber parties, oh the embarrassment of the being too scared of the dark) were partly darker than usual. Her curtain, from a peek under her covers, danced along the whirlwind of the night breeze that entered her balcony and she trembled at the cold.
She could never admit it, but being afraid of the dark and not falling asleep before midnight always was a disadvantage. She could never sleep, paranoia took over her system just like that.
From under her pillow she pulled her cell phone, pressed number two long enough for the beep. And slightly shaking, she held to her ear, “Eh... you still awake?”
“Soojung, it’s 2 am. What are you doing up?”
“I kind of studied way too late, and now I can’t sleep,” she replied.
He chuckled. “Turn on the light for a while. The ‘ghosts’ might go away.”
“I’m serious!” she nearly shouted, bolting up. “I’m... scared, Sehun-ah.”
“Close your eyes and start counting sheep,” the boy on the line suggested.
She clicked her tongue. “You know it doesn’t work on me.”
“All right,” he hastily decided, ending the call and Soojung panicked at this, nearly shocked at how the boy could ever do such betrayal at desperate times like such when in fact ---
A knock on her balcony door made her squeal lightly, covering her mouth so that Jessica in the other room wouldn’t wake from it.
“It’s me.”
Soojung ran towards it, opened the door, and saw in fact Sehun in a plain shirt and his blue elephant pajamas, rubbing his eyes in annoyance. Pulling him inside at once and closing the glass behind, Soojung happily pulled up a chair and made him sit on it, as she pounced back to her bed, hiding under the covers.
“It’s just like old times, you know,” Soojung said excitedly, shutting her eyes. “Thanks, Sehun.”
Leaning back in his relaxed state with arms crossed, he rolled his eyes, raising his legs so that they settled above her own.
“1... 2... 3... ” he started counting out loud, and his voice was enough to calm the girl of her quirks.
Stares and smiles
Jonghyun/Sunny, Romance | Friendship, G ~371 words
Those shy and closed impressions on the first meeting
→ To happymint , I'm not very good at this but I still hope you like it.
He merely knew her as Girls’ Generation’s aegyo queen Sunny while she merely knew him as CN Blue’s guitarist Jonghyun, who had an exceptionally fine smirk on his side profile.
It wasn’t intentional how that kind of meeting grew into something more, because how playful fate was to both when they were requested to star in a musical, something sort of another big break after Sunny’s Catch Me If You Can. And the more that anything seemed so surreal, the more they managed to steal a few ‘hello’s.
“We’re the only ones? Where is everybody?” She said in shock, seeing him sit on the stairwell, waiting patiently for the rest as the said meeting was in the conference hall in the second floor, at 1.
He stared at his watch and shrugged.
“I guess you’re one of the early birds, ne?”
She pouted, nodding and sitting next to him, crossing her legs. “So... ”
He quirked an eyebrow. “So?”
She let out a small laugh and held her hand out, indicating a sign of welcome or greeting or anything that any ship, friends and the likes, should start with.
“I’m Sunny.”
“Sunkyu, you mean?”
She giggled brightly, like all the stars at night meant nothing. “How’d you know?”
There was that enigmatic feel around him, the way he just flipped his cell phone around and waiting for the rest to call (in impatience or not, she couldn’t care less either). He seemed to be quiet, rather than the image of how he usually performed on stage (Sunny and Seohyun once went out to watch their concert with free complimentary VIP tickets from Yonghwa). He was timid with his words, very realistic in the sense but still so surreal that not even his prescence acted out reality. The lack of it thereof was what drew Sunny to sit closer, still observing him.
“I have my sources,” he answered. And for the first time, he stared back at her, revealing that rather welcoming smile, and Sunny knew, that afternoon where nobody in the cast even attempted to come, that life just got less tricky, but more fun nonetheless.
Flashback
Luhan/Nana, Angst, PG ~ 422 words
Because even when you are the one in my six billion, it's like it'll never be enough anymore.
And that after a while it sinks in. His laughter is music in her ears, the kind of symphony that she will wish to wake up for every six or seven or eight o’ clock and to make him breakfast of some sort, coffee and caramel on the double because he likes it that way and he will greet her with a kiss for good morning as she pays the same price.
If it’s not love then what is? As she sleeps on his couch with him still holding on to her tightly, sharing the same sheets and their socks peeking at the end by the armrest, Jinah thinks it still matters even until now. It still will matter ten years in the future even.
“Do you love me?” She looks up into his eyes, small wrinkles at the side when he smiles.
He nods, kissing her forehead. “Of course I do.”
“Thank you for always staying with me even with all the things I have to do,” she reasons out, smelling the nice touch of spring in his shirt.
Luhan pinches her cheek. “That’s why I’m training, aren’t I? So that I can be in the same stage as you next time. We’d both be famous and I don’t have to worry about being embarrassed around your friends. I mean... it’s okay.”
She grumpily sighs. “You’re tiring yourself and we get to spend little time with each other. Once you debut, you’ll forget about me.”
“I’ll forget about the prettiest girl in the world?” He chokes, laughing. “Never.”
“Never? Never ever?” She states afterwards and he kisses her hastily but still with much enthusiasm.
“I’ll love you forever,” Luhan says afterwards. “I promise.”
And for that moment, she feels assured.
But just like all other things, nothing is held constant. Lizzy suddenly is at her right side when she opens her eyes and that itchy feeling you get after putting on so much of the thick eyeliner - oh the sheer horror that Nana wanted to rub it so badly.
“You okay?” She speaks, standing up and handing tissue. The other girl seems to have fallen asleep on the couch of their dressing area. She is already in her glittery gold outfit, before Lizzy gives her a pat on the back. “It’s gonna be fine.”
“I know that,” Nana answers. “I was just... dreaming again.”
“Of him? Of the Chinese boy we saw earlier? The one who didn’t return your hello?”
She nods silently. That Chinese boy Nana is in love with.
//