Two Drabbles (Amber/Krystal, Heechul/Jessica)
Title: The Best Cure
Fandom and Pairing: f(x), Amber/Krystal
Rating: PG
Word Count: 200
Summary: Krystal gets stood up. Amber gets a good idea.
“Are you listening?”
Not exactly. Amber peeled her eyes off the gravity-defying cowlick that stood out like a sore thumb from Krystal’s otherwise tamed-to-perfection hair.
“Duh. What do you think these are for?” She pulled her two ears into flaps.
Krystal stared at her. Then she laughed. Amber felt her chest clench and relax in a way that should’ve been illegal.
She cleared her throat. “So, about the dude who stood you up.”
“Can we not talk about him anymore?”
“Your words, not mine,” Amber warned gleefully.
The best cure for a bad day, they decided, was underage drinking. Finally Jessica was good for something.
Krystal’s breath weighed comfortably against Amber’s neck an hour later. As always, Amber was turning into a napkin, one that existed solely to collect Krystal-drool. The problem wasn’t the drool itself but the fact that she didn’t mind.
By instinct and stupidity her arm found its way around Krystal’s shoulder. It was small and too thin. She had the absurd thought of ordering a pizza and watching Krystal scarf it down herself. Maybe she’d get tomato sauce stuck to the corner of her mouth.
“I hate boys,” Krystal slurred.
“Right,” Amber said, lowering her arm.
Title: Shopping
Fandom and Pairing: SNSD/Super Junior, Jessica/Heechul
Rating: PG
Word Count: 200
Summary: Heechul finds himself at a crossroads.
In an ideal world you’d say something and mean it. “I’m becoming a vegetarian” means no fish either. But in an ideal world you’d say something because you really believe in it, not because it’s easier to lie or you’re interested in how the words sound once they leave your head.
She tucks a piece of hair behind her ear. It looked better in her face, but that’s not the kind of thing you say aloud, either. Her eyebrows knit together, and you notice a few strays she must’ve forgotten to pluck. The carelessness is what gets you.
Her eyes don’t leave yours while she waits. Front teeth nip nervously at her bottom lip. Her fingers curl inside the belt loops.
This could go many ways. You could tell her she needs to stop worrying, that she’s exactly the kind of girl you go to sleep wishing you could wake up next to every morning, that beautiful people never understand what they’ve got, that-with a sly grin-you would know, of course.
You could take her hand and say, “Wanna see how you melt ice?”
Instead you squint and cock your head. “Those do kinda make you look fat.”
Fandom and Pairing: f(x), Amber/Krystal
Rating: PG
Word Count: 200
Summary: Krystal gets stood up. Amber gets a good idea.
“Are you listening?”
Not exactly. Amber peeled her eyes off the gravity-defying cowlick that stood out like a sore thumb from Krystal’s otherwise tamed-to-perfection hair.
“Duh. What do you think these are for?” She pulled her two ears into flaps.
Krystal stared at her. Then she laughed. Amber felt her chest clench and relax in a way that should’ve been illegal.
She cleared her throat. “So, about the dude who stood you up.”
“Can we not talk about him anymore?”
“Your words, not mine,” Amber warned gleefully.
The best cure for a bad day, they decided, was underage drinking. Finally Jessica was good for something.
Krystal’s breath weighed comfortably against Amber’s neck an hour later. As always, Amber was turning into a napkin, one that existed solely to collect Krystal-drool. The problem wasn’t the drool itself but the fact that she didn’t mind.
By instinct and stupidity her arm found its way around Krystal’s shoulder. It was small and too thin. She had the absurd thought of ordering a pizza and watching Krystal scarf it down herself. Maybe she’d get tomato sauce stuck to the corner of her mouth.
“I hate boys,” Krystal slurred.
“Right,” Amber said, lowering her arm.
Title: Shopping
Fandom and Pairing: SNSD/Super Junior, Jessica/Heechul
Rating: PG
Word Count: 200
Summary: Heechul finds himself at a crossroads.
In an ideal world you’d say something and mean it. “I’m becoming a vegetarian” means no fish either. But in an ideal world you’d say something because you really believe in it, not because it’s easier to lie or you’re interested in how the words sound once they leave your head.
She tucks a piece of hair behind her ear. It looked better in her face, but that’s not the kind of thing you say aloud, either. Her eyebrows knit together, and you notice a few strays she must’ve forgotten to pluck. The carelessness is what gets you.
Her eyes don’t leave yours while she waits. Front teeth nip nervously at her bottom lip. Her fingers curl inside the belt loops.
This could go many ways. You could tell her she needs to stop worrying, that she’s exactly the kind of girl you go to sleep wishing you could wake up next to every morning, that beautiful people never understand what they’ve got, that-with a sly grin-you would know, of course.
You could take her hand and say, “Wanna see how you melt ice?”
Instead you squint and cock your head. “Those do kinda make you look fat.”