Drabbles: Fated
Title: Goldfish
Pairing: Jessica x Tiffany
Rating: G
Genre: Angst
Word Count: 329 words
Window-shopping: walking around, looking at merchandise, debating on buying it or not, and then moving on without buying it in the end. That is what Jessica had planned on. A simple day of window-shopping, as she had nothing to do that day. However, that doesn’t seem to be the case.
Jessica stared at the water-filled bowl as she slightly bent over, staring with curious eyes at the contents inside. Originally, she came into the pet store to coo and admire the puppies, but now she suddenly found herself compelled to look at the fishes on the display.
One of them in particular caught her attention. It was just an ordinary goldfish: a small, orange aquatic animal. Jessica intently observed it as it swam about the tank in a carefree manner, its bright orange color standing out from the other fishes that were bigger and beautiful with a variety of colors.
“Can I help you?” an employee questioned as he popped out of nowhere.
“Yes, can I buy this?” Jessica pointed at the goldfish.
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Jessica smiled at the bowl on her counter, as she watched her new goldfish explore its new surroundings, swimming in and out of the decorations, and stopping every now and then. The fish then resumed its movements, accidentally crashing into the bowl’s walls, and dashing into the decorative castle in shock.
Jessica silently giggled at the action, cupping the bowl with both hands, “I think I’ll name you Tiffany.”
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Jessica had read all the manuals on taking care of a fish, making sure she kept the bowl at the approximate temperature, changing the water, and feeding her fish regularly. She had done everything to take good care of her Tiffany.
And yet, Jessica came to discover her fish floating on the water’s surface, up side down. She placed the bowl on the table as she sat on the couch; blankly staring at her passed away fish. A tear slips out, but she doesn’t bother wiping it away.
Why does it always end like this?
Title: Our Red String
Paring: Yoona x Yuri
Rating: G
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 216 words
The sound of a ticking analog clock echoed throughout the silence of the pitch-black room, followed by the sound of soft snores. A creak of a bed emitted as Yoona laid herself onto a layer of blankets and pillows. She stared at the sleeping girl sprawled on the bed adjacent to hers.
[Flashback]
“Hyoyeon unnie, what’s the Red String legend about?” Yoona questioned as she watched the older girl prepare their dinner from the counter.
“The Red String legend? Hmm, from what I know, it is a legend that says God will tie a red string around you and another person, signifying that the two are destined to be together.”
[End of Flashback]
Glancing at the red string tied around her pinky, Yoona returned her gaze to Yuri, a mischievous smile upon her face. Inch by inch, she crept towards the body, and ever so gently, took the older girl’s hand in hers. She snaked the other end of the red string around the darker girl’s pinky finger, tightly fastening it into a knot.
Content at her handiwork, Yoona move back, and repositioned herself onto her own bed. Gazing lovingly at their now connected hands by a single strand of string, she groggily whispered, feeling sleep overcoming her.
“Now we’re destined to be together, right?”
Title: She Loves Me; She Loves Me Not
Pairing: Jessica x Tiffany
Rating: G
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 339 words
Sounds of birds chirping, and flapping away was only a portion of all the noise occurring in the local park. The sun beamed brightly with no sign of clouds in the sky, as children ran about and shouted cheerily at a nearby playground, and people ranging from the elderly to couples were busy on a stroll or relaxing on this so-called peaceful day.
Far off to the side under the shade of a large oak tree sat a seemingly depressed Tiffany, who was hugging her knees, watching the park’s lively events from afar. Sighing for probably the 100th time that day, her gaze dropped down to the patch of grass growing around the edges of the tree’s roots. She clawed out the grass, trying to ease out her sadness.
Suddenly, something caught her attention. Tiffany stared at the flower that sat right beside the patch of grass, its baby pink petals intensifying its beauty. In awe, she gently grabbed it by the stem, and pulled it from the ground.
She rotated it between her fingers, taking in the details of the flower. A childish, but somewhat good idea struck her. Taking her other fingers, Tiffany took one petal, and pulled it out. She repeated the process.
“She loves me. She loves me not…”
Each petal she pulled out, she dropped to the ground, not caring till she reached the very last petal.
“She loves me. She loves me not. She loves me-“
Tiffany fingered the last petal. She loves me not…
Feeling even more depressed, she threw the dismantled flower away, and shoved her face into her knees. She felt the tears, but she wasn’t going to cry over something so trivial.
“She loves you.”
In shock, Tiffany raised her head to face the mysterious voice, until she felt her heart jump in joy, her lips spreading into a smile. Jessica was kneeling in front of her, an extra petal within her fingers.
Maybe it was a good idea after all.
Title: No Personal Space
Pairing: Yoona x Yuri
Rating: PG
Genre: Fluff (idk really)
Word Count: 226 words
In America, it’s called a Bubble, but the whole world recognizes it as “Personal Space”. It’s simple, really. It’s an amount of space between you and another person, and the amount of space varies with your level of comfort around other people. Everyone has one, except maybe Jessica unnie.
Shouldn’t everyone respect other people’s Personal Space? I’ve always thought that, but apparently that does not always apply, because you don’t respect my personal space. As Americans would put it, you’re constantly “popping my bubble”, and invading my space.
And what’s the cherry on top for all this: You are a pervert.
When you’re in my space, you just can’t help, but to touch me. A little self-control wouldn’t hurt. Don’t you think so? I mean you’re always touching my butt. It’s always in public, too. And remember that time where you were totally grinding against my body for “Run Devil Run”? Yeah. If that’s not blush-worthy, then I don’t know what is. And no. Don’t think that “touching” is the only form of invading my personal space.
Sometimes I find your eyes distracting. Why? Because it’s probably either the fact that you make it impossible for me to concentrate, because I just have to stare into those chocolate eyes, or the fact that your eyes are constantly raking me down. They’re scanning my entire body, head to toe. If you want my honest opinion, it’s not an issue… unless you’re staring at my chest. Then it’s embarrassing.
But keep this in mind, Kwon Yuri. I never said I didn’t enjoy it, so don’t stop anytime soon.
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Jeti sucked 'cause I wrote them after testing. Also, first time writing Yoonyul, so smack if you have to lol. Penny for your thoughts? :3
PS. Need smart brain for state testing tomorrow. Will pay in JeTi fic, yes? xD
PSS. EFF YOU LJ CUT