소원 - fairytale drabble collection
through years hence
Sunggyu/Hyomin; Romance; PG 582 words
→ Prompt: Sleeping Beauty
He dislikes evenings: the way twilight enters the room at a quarter to six, the way the night breeze crawls under his skin for the next days, weeks, months -he just loses count, the way he can’t believe another day has paid him no miracles. But he sits next to the hospital bed, his eyes locked on the opposite wall, his left hand connected to the person strapped down unto the bed with tubes (that might have annoyed her if ever she was awake) lining and attached to the dull beeping machine. It still beeps, thankfully; but that’s all it ever does.
“It doesn’t have to be this way,” Woohyun sometimes comes, complains, and ends up leaving without persuading him on anything.
He often remains quiet. He seldom cracks a joke, cracks a smile, a half-meant false hope comment. The boys all know the drill; at first, it scares them but then realize it is something they just have to live with.
“How are you related to the patient, Mr. Kim Sunggyu?”
Sunggyu remembers how he never manages to answer it without Dongwoo’s honest remark, “We’re her family.” But they aren’t, really - it just gets those nurses off their backs regarding hourly visits. Sunggyu lets it go, sits and watches her in full patience from that tiny crippled wooden stool, and he waits even when chances are slim.
It’s bound to happen, someday sometime in the near future, but he just doesn’t think it’ll be as soon as this.
“The pacemaker is the only thing keeping her alive, unless she wakes up,” the doctor hints that one night. “I believe this is the best the hospital can offer. It’s up to you if you wish to continue but we highly suggest that you will not permanently sustain her this way. Her coma is one very rare type that the hospital has yet encountered but...”
Medical jargons puzzle him even more so he lets the doctor leave after some fewer, simpler clarifications. He will arrange tomorrow, make the final decision tomorrow - a wave of regret and sadness eases him to accept reality. Her family (parents, siblings and cousins) has to know first of it, that they will finally let Sunyoung be at peace for all the trouble she’s been through in probably her nightmares. The rest of her friends, his friends, their friends in general - they will need to know, too.
Sunggyu rests back on his seat, catching her eyes flutter for a fraction of a second and a rare moment it truly is, as though a sign that she will make it, asking Sunggyu to hold on just a little more. He smiles and takes her hand.
“I’ll miss you, Sunyoung.”
He decides to give her a kiss on her bare cheek, the one without the bandage, and then he throws another one onto her lips with his eyes starting to be a prick, misting even when he doesn’t want it to. Getting up with a burdened heart, he goes to the door slowly, wiping his eyes just in case the boys are waiting outside.
As he opens, the bed from behind creaks in darn rust, a bolt, or a chunk, or some spring resonates and the next thing he hears is the beeping machine racing a green line after another, along with his own heart in rhythm. He turns and their eyes meet, and there were no words exchanged.
The feeling of falling in love (again) at first sight whelms him.
red*
Changmin/Yoona; Angst; PG 454 words
→ Prompt: The Little Mermaid
(Look at me, please. Just look at me. And remember.)
Her eyes, still they were on her prince that night, began to water, her fingers trembling on the staircase’s rough banister while her other hand advanced then to cover her mouth. She could almost faint (but no, that would make a scene, and he would hate it if someone else stole the spotlight from this moment now), almost tumble because her ankles weaken even more up to her legs, pricked constantly by the unseen needles beneath her already scaly feet. Little little time left; and the prince walked farther away.
“The marriage is set for tomorrow!” The king from the far end announced. “Prince Changmin and this lovely young lady, who saved my son’s life when his ship was wrecked weeks ago, will be wed tomorrow. Please prepare our banquets for the guests as well!”
Yoona held her breath, sighing as she walked back to her room, dejected, destroyed by the man she loved the most, she had solely sold almost her life to the witch (a devil she is quite, exchanging both her fins and voice and now she is trapped, muted, unable to confess the yelping of her heart for the prince).
“Yoona! Yoona!” He came rushing to her that same night, as she almost could feel the curse climbing up to her heart, possibly popping an artery or two when she laid her eyes on him so handsome. “It’s official! I have Father’s blessing and the ceremony commences by the break of dawn! Can you believe this?” He lifts her up by her pits and twirls her around, as the brims of her skirt flown along and it reminded her of the waves curling next to her cozy bedside underwater. She couldn’t smile. She lost a battle.
As he puts her down, she smiles bravely and claps a hand on his cheek as a sign of both love and goodbye.
(Remember me, now?)
“I am a princess,” she mouthed in front of the mirror as he left, as still no voice emerged. But he didn’t know that.
“I was the one who saved your life before you drowned.” But Prince Changmin didn’t know that.
“I am going to die tomorrow, and until the words I love you are said, I will disappear into thin air.” But the one she loved didn’t know that.
Red streaks light of the morn welcomed the sun next day, beautiful they were that they reminded Changmin of Yoona for some reason, and her silent laughter, her exceptional swimming abilities, and her absurd habits of coming to dinner with a fork for a brush.
He went to Yoona’s room first thing that day, but she was gone.
the great escape
Luhan/Nana; Romance; PG 490 words
→ Prompt: Rapunzel
“Are you serious? I could get killed,” she whispers in doubt.
“I’ll catch you.”
Asshole. Wherever do you hear things like that? Obviously, in fairytale books he is so fond of retracing for Korean words to be added to his lexicon, this idiot. Ah, but Luhan isn’t an idiot, he often defends, because he is studying in one of Korea’s top universities, and Nana doesn’t even go to college because she is already a top-notch beautician, she then says - the argument dies out in silence as Luhan offers his hand for her to hold instead and she shyly takes it without further qualms.
This time, her stomach grumbles because her room is at the second floor, and her golden hair is not long enough without the extensions she uses while modeling. She will be sent to the hospital once she leaps out of this window and it is the silliest thing she has heard in her entire life.
“Rapunzel, Rapunzel let down -”
“Shut up! Kahi-unnie’s going to catch us,” Nana grumbles while opening the window, her foot already by the sill. Gulping as her eyes traveled to the clock across the room with the hands quarter to twelve, and then to Lizzy who soundly kept herself from snoring into the night, she takes on another thought before thanking the heavens for the drainage pipe wielded to her right.
Throwing Luhan her flats and asking whether she is drunk and insane at the same time or just too sleepy to think, Nana grabs on to the metal, slowly but surely like a spy (or a monkey, but Luhan does not want to start just yet). Stepping on chopped-off bricks by the wall and holding yet still until the ground (Luhan) is near enough, she closes her eyes, lets go and falls back, feeling his arms holding her like he promised he will.
And he ends up laughing and opening up the monkey joke, passing to her the helmet for his motorbike. “This is the part where you ask your prince charming where in the world he’s taking you.”
After cheating death for him, Nana doesn’t expect it to be all too grand either. “Carnival?”
“My kingdom, of course,” he replies, waiting for her to agree. She mounts onto the bike, her hands hugging him tightly with a head drowsily by his shoulder as though waiting to be tucked to bed.
“Sorry for waking you up anyway,” Luhan then tells her, driving down the autumn night street he memorized so well. She clicks her tongue with closed eyes, muttering words even he can’t hear because of the wind. But midnight trips are much more exciting on the road than to the fridge, especially with Nana (who is almost most of the time half-asleep), because just the warmth of her breath on his skin, or the arms locked around him, Luhan feels fairytales are too underrated to define what love really is.
tale as old as time*
Kyuhyun/Younha; Angst; PG 601 words
→ Prompt: Beauty and the Beast
It hurts to see someone as beautiful as her and feel that he is not worth much anything than what he has already taken away from her. Like a child she leans against the white-marbled balcony, her eyes focused on the moon above as he then stands behind her, wanting to read her like the books she keeps on insisting he opens, like how any man from the village will want to read her. But he is not a mere man, nor is he even considered as human, for he (it) is a monster, some say; cursed and cruel. And Younha’s father is an unlucky merchant to be stealing in this man’s rose garden.
She stays still as now he moves next to her, also watching the stellar skies. “Fine evening, don’t you think?”
She nods and sighs feverishly. “Yes, and I miss the village so much, Kyuhyun.” No one ever dares to use his name on him, but lately, he lets her, because she has been too kind and wonderful to him that sometimes he doesn’t understand how she continues to act like they are the best of friends. They are not (and he hopes it is more than that).
“But... you’re happy right now, right? I’ve given you the library you’ve always wanted and the whole garden... you’re happy now with these, right?”
But she is still a prisoner, answers her own eyes, even when he does not truly want to treat her like one. He takes her hand, putting it close to her face and trying to hear her pulse against her soft skin, this he may never feel like coming true in the near future.
“I am happy with all of these things you’ve given me,” Younha says.
“But it’s... not everything, is it?” Kyuhyun is fairly smart for a beast, just like her sometimes and he catches on quicker now than before, faster now with him listening more to his heart than his rage.
She turns away, still looking at the moon. “It’s that my Papa... and... he’s gravely sick and I wish...”
“ - that you could go to him?” She doesn’t respond, teary now with what he just said. The mirror gives only the truth for her to see outside this morbid palace, and despite at how much uneasiness she is going to give him if ever she were to leave, she doesn’t want to take any more chances.
“Will you let me go, Kyuhyun? You have that kind heart, I know you do. And you’ll let me go, right? You’ll let me see my papa?”
Her hands shake a little with it, while holding (begging) him for this tiny request, just this one time, for her: it has been almost seven months since she has seen her old bedroom, her old shoes and the pigs and the chickens, and most especially her father.
His heart aches more at the consequence. If he lets her go, she isn’t going to come back, and no one else is going to see him as a man than Younha herself; such a risk, such a bargain as old as time, just like how he bargained her father for payment.
Before he can reason, the horses neigh from below and only the blue coat she wore the first day they met comes into vision as the wind takes her now back to where she truly belonged, and he does not think he’ll ever admit to her how much he hates for her to leave. He does not think he’ll ever admit to her how much he actually loves her.
12:01
Jinyoung/Ara; Romance; PG 463 words
→ Prompt: Cinderella
“I have to go,” she quickly tells him, but his hand forces her back, seated again next to him.
“Ara, come on.”
She doesn’t like how this is all turning out. It is a comeback after months, and they’re already bumping into each other constantly backstage, and even in dressing rooms where he ends up opening the wrong room (on purpose, Yoo Ara knows, and then Jinyoung finds Hello Venus resting here. His eyes go to her at once, though and an apology comes right after for such inconvenience); sometimes she thinks if he’s actually doing this so that Yoonjo and the others smell a rat out of them two, but thankfully even Alice can’t detect anything so far.
And now if fate isn’t too cruel, they see each other in a friend’s cousin’s birthday party somewhere in downtown Seoul, where eyes of the media hide everywhere and not only will Pledis management know, but everyone all the way down to Antarctica.
“You’re going to tell them tomorrow, okay?”
“I don’t want to tell, you know. It’s our private life, Jinyoung. They don’t have to know who I date.”
Jinyoung pouts. “But it’s unfair that Gongchan found out and told on me.”
Ara throws him a smile. “You weren’t too careful.”
“But can you stay for a little while longer?” he almost begs, keeping her close to him it’s suffocation. And it’s a nice feeling, both know, to feel as though someone’s thinking of you every second of the day, from the minute you wake up to the time you visit dreamland.
Her clock insists on twelve o’ clock but her eyes demand for it to run back a little more.
“It’s midnight. I have curfew,” Ara gets up relentlessly (calling it a night, because tomorrow she can’t sleep in), and so does Jinyoung, turning her around to face him.
It is quick (just like the moment), but at the same time dragging, endless, a forever. The moment stirs short silent breaths, hasty and hostile palpitations, and unstoppable wobbling knees. From a faint spark when his lips touch hers, the fireworks mercilessly go about, in her heart and tummy, and both in their heads, igniting the dull night. Her doubts evaporate and the flame from the contact continues to burn with his touch on her arm. Ara parts first, very slowly, opening her eyes just to get a good look of him and only him. He smiles while his hand lingers on her hair. They return to their stiffened positions just like the beginning, just like the starting line and they finally let go awkwardly, Jinyoung seeing her wave goodbye with no hesitations, and he can’t keep the memory of grapes and cold Barkley mint out of his mind.
It must be love.
words i'd never say
L/Krystal; Romance; PG 526 words
→ Prompt: The Frog Prince
Her favorite toy, the golden ball she had ever since her father left for America, rolled itself away from her and downhill of that ugly and muddy pit, and she looked at it in horror, because it was cleaned a minute ago, and Soojung had cleaned it with extreme difficulty.
But now her ball was dirty, and she had to leave for church in ten minutes. She could not possibly go down in her best dress. Nor could she possibly call her older sister to fetch it, because they were not in good terms (she wasn’t a child anymore from any perspective, because she was thirteen and she swore on her older sister Sooyeon just the other day, which still caused a stir in the Jung Residence).
She started to cry a little, because the ball reminded him of her dad, and she was going to miss him more if the ball disappeared.
“It’s not safe around these areas, you know. It’s not steep but it’s dangerous.”
She looks up and finds the boy from her new middle school, a flower boy they said, whatever it might have implied. His eyes were razor sharp at the end, and his hair was a bush that her mother would love to strike scissors at. He follows her gaze down to the ball below.
“Ah, so you dropped your ball.”
“Can you get it back, and fast because we’re leaving.”
He shrugged, sliding without a problem and creating friction with the soles of his worn-out sneakers. He swiped off the golden ball out of the clutches of twigs and branches and climbs back up slowly, smiling when the girl jumped up and down, overjoyed he retrieved back her precious toy.
“My name’s Myungsoo by the way.”
“Soojung, now go away.”
The moment he grabbed her attention, Soojung immediately stuck her tongue out, headed back to her home where she could hear their van’s engine growling, and left him there without another word. Women, really.
But surprisingly, ten years later, Soojung woke up to find a stuffed frog sitting on her couch while watching the telly go about on price increases. She sat next to it, observing still how such a thing could be here so early in the morning. It wore a shirt that said, “Kiss me”, and a tag from who it was from. She scowled and punched it, refusing to accept such a present.
After the morning news, she turned to it in silence, and said, “If he thinks I’m forgiving him, he is dead wrong. You tell him that gigantic frog.”
And without further warning, she planted a kiss on it, moving away and crossing her arms and smiling to herself because this was even more childish than before. When a boy from behind the armrest popped out, she held back the grin, and said:
“I hate frogs. Frogs aren’t my favorite things. You shouldn’t be giving away frogs when you’re apologizing.”
But Soojung’s words were a little twisted and facetious, that thank you and I love you were too hard on her tongue, he still knew what it exactly meant; Myungsoo saw it coming anyway.
A/N: Asterisks translate the original tale -in this case, the little mermaid and beauty and the beast are two stories with plots that cannot be conceptualized by my tiny brain into a more modern au therefore it ends up being so (and they’re both angst against the other fluffy ones). Four out of the six pairings are new to me /shoutout to Elo and Shida and even Diana/, like I have not written them before and they may seem off and all over the place because I suck like that - huzzah more fics to come because it’s a payback to the months I’ll be away!!!
Sunggyu/Hyomin; Romance; PG 582 words
→ Prompt: Sleeping Beauty
He dislikes evenings: the way twilight enters the room at a quarter to six, the way the night breeze crawls under his skin for the next days, weeks, months -he just loses count, the way he can’t believe another day has paid him no miracles. But he sits next to the hospital bed, his eyes locked on the opposite wall, his left hand connected to the person strapped down unto the bed with tubes (that might have annoyed her if ever she was awake) lining and attached to the dull beeping machine. It still beeps, thankfully; but that’s all it ever does.
“It doesn’t have to be this way,” Woohyun sometimes comes, complains, and ends up leaving without persuading him on anything.
He often remains quiet. He seldom cracks a joke, cracks a smile, a half-meant false hope comment. The boys all know the drill; at first, it scares them but then realize it is something they just have to live with.
“How are you related to the patient, Mr. Kim Sunggyu?”
Sunggyu remembers how he never manages to answer it without Dongwoo’s honest remark, “We’re her family.” But they aren’t, really - it just gets those nurses off their backs regarding hourly visits. Sunggyu lets it go, sits and watches her in full patience from that tiny crippled wooden stool, and he waits even when chances are slim.
It’s bound to happen, someday sometime in the near future, but he just doesn’t think it’ll be as soon as this.
“The pacemaker is the only thing keeping her alive, unless she wakes up,” the doctor hints that one night. “I believe this is the best the hospital can offer. It’s up to you if you wish to continue but we highly suggest that you will not permanently sustain her this way. Her coma is one very rare type that the hospital has yet encountered but...”
Medical jargons puzzle him even more so he lets the doctor leave after some fewer, simpler clarifications. He will arrange tomorrow, make the final decision tomorrow - a wave of regret and sadness eases him to accept reality. Her family (parents, siblings and cousins) has to know first of it, that they will finally let Sunyoung be at peace for all the trouble she’s been through in probably her nightmares. The rest of her friends, his friends, their friends in general - they will need to know, too.
Sunggyu rests back on his seat, catching her eyes flutter for a fraction of a second and a rare moment it truly is, as though a sign that she will make it, asking Sunggyu to hold on just a little more. He smiles and takes her hand.
“I’ll miss you, Sunyoung.”
He decides to give her a kiss on her bare cheek, the one without the bandage, and then he throws another one onto her lips with his eyes starting to be a prick, misting even when he doesn’t want it to. Getting up with a burdened heart, he goes to the door slowly, wiping his eyes just in case the boys are waiting outside.
As he opens, the bed from behind creaks in darn rust, a bolt, or a chunk, or some spring resonates and the next thing he hears is the beeping machine racing a green line after another, along with his own heart in rhythm. He turns and their eyes meet, and there were no words exchanged.
The feeling of falling in love (again) at first sight whelms him.
red*
Changmin/Yoona; Angst; PG 454 words
→ Prompt: The Little Mermaid
(Look at me, please. Just look at me. And remember.)
Her eyes, still they were on her prince that night, began to water, her fingers trembling on the staircase’s rough banister while her other hand advanced then to cover her mouth. She could almost faint (but no, that would make a scene, and he would hate it if someone else stole the spotlight from this moment now), almost tumble because her ankles weaken even more up to her legs, pricked constantly by the unseen needles beneath her already scaly feet. Little little time left; and the prince walked farther away.
“The marriage is set for tomorrow!” The king from the far end announced. “Prince Changmin and this lovely young lady, who saved my son’s life when his ship was wrecked weeks ago, will be wed tomorrow. Please prepare our banquets for the guests as well!”
Yoona held her breath, sighing as she walked back to her room, dejected, destroyed by the man she loved the most, she had solely sold almost her life to the witch (a devil she is quite, exchanging both her fins and voice and now she is trapped, muted, unable to confess the yelping of her heart for the prince).
“Yoona! Yoona!” He came rushing to her that same night, as she almost could feel the curse climbing up to her heart, possibly popping an artery or two when she laid her eyes on him so handsome. “It’s official! I have Father’s blessing and the ceremony commences by the break of dawn! Can you believe this?” He lifts her up by her pits and twirls her around, as the brims of her skirt flown along and it reminded her of the waves curling next to her cozy bedside underwater. She couldn’t smile. She lost a battle.
As he puts her down, she smiles bravely and claps a hand on his cheek as a sign of both love and goodbye.
(Remember me, now?)
“I am a princess,” she mouthed in front of the mirror as he left, as still no voice emerged. But he didn’t know that.
“I was the one who saved your life before you drowned.” But Prince Changmin didn’t know that.
“I am going to die tomorrow, and until the words I love you are said, I will disappear into thin air.” But the one she loved didn’t know that.
Red streaks light of the morn welcomed the sun next day, beautiful they were that they reminded Changmin of Yoona for some reason, and her silent laughter, her exceptional swimming abilities, and her absurd habits of coming to dinner with a fork for a brush.
He went to Yoona’s room first thing that day, but she was gone.
the great escape
Luhan/Nana; Romance; PG 490 words
→ Prompt: Rapunzel
“Are you serious? I could get killed,” she whispers in doubt.
“I’ll catch you.”
Asshole. Wherever do you hear things like that? Obviously, in fairytale books he is so fond of retracing for Korean words to be added to his lexicon, this idiot. Ah, but Luhan isn’t an idiot, he often defends, because he is studying in one of Korea’s top universities, and Nana doesn’t even go to college because she is already a top-notch beautician, she then says - the argument dies out in silence as Luhan offers his hand for her to hold instead and she shyly takes it without further qualms.
This time, her stomach grumbles because her room is at the second floor, and her golden hair is not long enough without the extensions she uses while modeling. She will be sent to the hospital once she leaps out of this window and it is the silliest thing she has heard in her entire life.
“Rapunzel, Rapunzel let down -”
“Shut up! Kahi-unnie’s going to catch us,” Nana grumbles while opening the window, her foot already by the sill. Gulping as her eyes traveled to the clock across the room with the hands quarter to twelve, and then to Lizzy who soundly kept herself from snoring into the night, she takes on another thought before thanking the heavens for the drainage pipe wielded to her right.
Throwing Luhan her flats and asking whether she is drunk and insane at the same time or just too sleepy to think, Nana grabs on to the metal, slowly but surely like a spy (or a monkey, but Luhan does not want to start just yet). Stepping on chopped-off bricks by the wall and holding yet still until the ground (Luhan) is near enough, she closes her eyes, lets go and falls back, feeling his arms holding her like he promised he will.
And he ends up laughing and opening up the monkey joke, passing to her the helmet for his motorbike. “This is the part where you ask your prince charming where in the world he’s taking you.”
After cheating death for him, Nana doesn’t expect it to be all too grand either. “Carnival?”
“My kingdom, of course,” he replies, waiting for her to agree. She mounts onto the bike, her hands hugging him tightly with a head drowsily by his shoulder as though waiting to be tucked to bed.
“Sorry for waking you up anyway,” Luhan then tells her, driving down the autumn night street he memorized so well. She clicks her tongue with closed eyes, muttering words even he can’t hear because of the wind. But midnight trips are much more exciting on the road than to the fridge, especially with Nana (who is almost most of the time half-asleep), because just the warmth of her breath on his skin, or the arms locked around him, Luhan feels fairytales are too underrated to define what love really is.
tale as old as time*
Kyuhyun/Younha; Angst; PG 601 words
→ Prompt: Beauty and the Beast
It hurts to see someone as beautiful as her and feel that he is not worth much anything than what he has already taken away from her. Like a child she leans against the white-marbled balcony, her eyes focused on the moon above as he then stands behind her, wanting to read her like the books she keeps on insisting he opens, like how any man from the village will want to read her. But he is not a mere man, nor is he even considered as human, for he (it) is a monster, some say; cursed and cruel. And Younha’s father is an unlucky merchant to be stealing in this man’s rose garden.
She stays still as now he moves next to her, also watching the stellar skies. “Fine evening, don’t you think?”
She nods and sighs feverishly. “Yes, and I miss the village so much, Kyuhyun.” No one ever dares to use his name on him, but lately, he lets her, because she has been too kind and wonderful to him that sometimes he doesn’t understand how she continues to act like they are the best of friends. They are not (and he hopes it is more than that).
“But... you’re happy right now, right? I’ve given you the library you’ve always wanted and the whole garden... you’re happy now with these, right?”
But she is still a prisoner, answers her own eyes, even when he does not truly want to treat her like one. He takes her hand, putting it close to her face and trying to hear her pulse against her soft skin, this he may never feel like coming true in the near future.
“I am happy with all of these things you’ve given me,” Younha says.
“But it’s... not everything, is it?” Kyuhyun is fairly smart for a beast, just like her sometimes and he catches on quicker now than before, faster now with him listening more to his heart than his rage.
She turns away, still looking at the moon. “It’s that my Papa... and... he’s gravely sick and I wish...”
“ - that you could go to him?” She doesn’t respond, teary now with what he just said. The mirror gives only the truth for her to see outside this morbid palace, and despite at how much uneasiness she is going to give him if ever she were to leave, she doesn’t want to take any more chances.
“Will you let me go, Kyuhyun? You have that kind heart, I know you do. And you’ll let me go, right? You’ll let me see my papa?”
Her hands shake a little with it, while holding (begging) him for this tiny request, just this one time, for her: it has been almost seven months since she has seen her old bedroom, her old shoes and the pigs and the chickens, and most especially her father.
His heart aches more at the consequence. If he lets her go, she isn’t going to come back, and no one else is going to see him as a man than Younha herself; such a risk, such a bargain as old as time, just like how he bargained her father for payment.
Before he can reason, the horses neigh from below and only the blue coat she wore the first day they met comes into vision as the wind takes her now back to where she truly belonged, and he does not think he’ll ever admit to her how much he hates for her to leave. He does not think he’ll ever admit to her how much he actually loves her.
12:01
Jinyoung/Ara; Romance; PG 463 words
→ Prompt: Cinderella
“I have to go,” she quickly tells him, but his hand forces her back, seated again next to him.
“Ara, come on.”
She doesn’t like how this is all turning out. It is a comeback after months, and they’re already bumping into each other constantly backstage, and even in dressing rooms where he ends up opening the wrong room (on purpose, Yoo Ara knows, and then Jinyoung finds Hello Venus resting here. His eyes go to her at once, though and an apology comes right after for such inconvenience); sometimes she thinks if he’s actually doing this so that Yoonjo and the others smell a rat out of them two, but thankfully even Alice can’t detect anything so far.
And now if fate isn’t too cruel, they see each other in a friend’s cousin’s birthday party somewhere in downtown Seoul, where eyes of the media hide everywhere and not only will Pledis management know, but everyone all the way down to Antarctica.
“You’re going to tell them tomorrow, okay?”
“I don’t want to tell, you know. It’s our private life, Jinyoung. They don’t have to know who I date.”
Jinyoung pouts. “But it’s unfair that Gongchan found out and told on me.”
Ara throws him a smile. “You weren’t too careful.”
“But can you stay for a little while longer?” he almost begs, keeping her close to him it’s suffocation. And it’s a nice feeling, both know, to feel as though someone’s thinking of you every second of the day, from the minute you wake up to the time you visit dreamland.
Her clock insists on twelve o’ clock but her eyes demand for it to run back a little more.
“It’s midnight. I have curfew,” Ara gets up relentlessly (calling it a night, because tomorrow she can’t sleep in), and so does Jinyoung, turning her around to face him.
It is quick (just like the moment), but at the same time dragging, endless, a forever. The moment stirs short silent breaths, hasty and hostile palpitations, and unstoppable wobbling knees. From a faint spark when his lips touch hers, the fireworks mercilessly go about, in her heart and tummy, and both in their heads, igniting the dull night. Her doubts evaporate and the flame from the contact continues to burn with his touch on her arm. Ara parts first, very slowly, opening her eyes just to get a good look of him and only him. He smiles while his hand lingers on her hair. They return to their stiffened positions just like the beginning, just like the starting line and they finally let go awkwardly, Jinyoung seeing her wave goodbye with no hesitations, and he can’t keep the memory of grapes and cold Barkley mint out of his mind.
It must be love.
words i'd never say
L/Krystal; Romance; PG 526 words
→ Prompt: The Frog Prince
Her favorite toy, the golden ball she had ever since her father left for America, rolled itself away from her and downhill of that ugly and muddy pit, and she looked at it in horror, because it was cleaned a minute ago, and Soojung had cleaned it with extreme difficulty.
But now her ball was dirty, and she had to leave for church in ten minutes. She could not possibly go down in her best dress. Nor could she possibly call her older sister to fetch it, because they were not in good terms (she wasn’t a child anymore from any perspective, because she was thirteen and she swore on her older sister Sooyeon just the other day, which still caused a stir in the Jung Residence).
She started to cry a little, because the ball reminded him of her dad, and she was going to miss him more if the ball disappeared.
“It’s not safe around these areas, you know. It’s not steep but it’s dangerous.”
She looks up and finds the boy from her new middle school, a flower boy they said, whatever it might have implied. His eyes were razor sharp at the end, and his hair was a bush that her mother would love to strike scissors at. He follows her gaze down to the ball below.
“Ah, so you dropped your ball.”
“Can you get it back, and fast because we’re leaving.”
He shrugged, sliding without a problem and creating friction with the soles of his worn-out sneakers. He swiped off the golden ball out of the clutches of twigs and branches and climbs back up slowly, smiling when the girl jumped up and down, overjoyed he retrieved back her precious toy.
“My name’s Myungsoo by the way.”
“Soojung, now go away.”
The moment he grabbed her attention, Soojung immediately stuck her tongue out, headed back to her home where she could hear their van’s engine growling, and left him there without another word. Women, really.
But surprisingly, ten years later, Soojung woke up to find a stuffed frog sitting on her couch while watching the telly go about on price increases. She sat next to it, observing still how such a thing could be here so early in the morning. It wore a shirt that said, “Kiss me”, and a tag from who it was from. She scowled and punched it, refusing to accept such a present.
After the morning news, she turned to it in silence, and said, “If he thinks I’m forgiving him, he is dead wrong. You tell him that gigantic frog.”
And without further warning, she planted a kiss on it, moving away and crossing her arms and smiling to herself because this was even more childish than before. When a boy from behind the armrest popped out, she held back the grin, and said:
“I hate frogs. Frogs aren’t my favorite things. You shouldn’t be giving away frogs when you’re apologizing.”
But Soojung’s words were a little twisted and facetious, that thank you and I love you were too hard on her tongue, he still knew what it exactly meant; Myungsoo saw it coming anyway.
A/N: Asterisks translate the original tale -in this case, the little mermaid and beauty and the beast are two stories with plots that cannot be conceptualized by my tiny brain into a more modern au therefore it ends up being so (and they’re both angst against the other fluffy ones). Four out of the six pairings are new to me /shoutout to Elo and Shida and even Diana/, like I have not written them before and they may seem off and all over the place because I suck like that - huzzah more fics to come because it’s a payback to the months I’ll be away!!!