go on and write me love songs; Victoria/Minho, Luna/Onew
go on and write me love songs
Victoria/Minho, Luna/Onew; g, 1,793 words.
Victoria is ready to gag when she’s forced to watch Luna’s Valentine’s Day confession.
authors note: ummm definitely took some creative liberties. This is how I often imagine
offscreen Vic umma could be, when provoked that is (and y'know, the last episode of
koala really showcased Victoria's ability to snark so...). Plus, how are you best friends with
Kyuhyun and Changmin without being cheeky as hell? idk dude, you tell me. ps: forgot to
mention, everything came from seeing this picture, so cute!
Three days before Valentine’s Day, Luna pulls Victoria into an alcove and pins her against a wall.
“What are you doing?” The taller and clearly stronger girl asks, watching as the smaller of the two gnaws on her lower lip in silence. “Seriously Luna, I have class in…” She easily twists her wrist out of the blonde’s grasp to check her watch. “Ten minutes ago,” she sighs, “can we play later please?”
Luna frowns and puffs out her chest, clearly ready to wage war. “The future of my happiness depends on you Vic unnie!”
Victoria narrows her eyes in suspicion, but before she can even voice her objections, the other girl senses trouble and begins to beg loudly, shouting words like “virtue!” and “responsibility!” into the air. Students and professors alike glare at them while they pass by, and Victoria swears she hears a girl on the phone whisper something about the new lesbians on campus before she clamps her manicured hand over Luna’s surprisingly small mouth.
“I’ll do it! I’ll do anything, just shut up!”
That earns her several more glares and a gasp from a scandalized boy (who is practically clutching his pearls as he storms off). She feels Luna grin underneath her palm, and when Victoria Is certain the girl will no longer make noises only dogs can hear, she lifts her hand and wipes it across her jeans. Luna is practically beaming.
“Help me make homemade chocolate for Jinki oppa?”
Victoria only blinks vacantly at her. “Why can’t you ask for favors like a normal person?”
Victoria is ready to gag when she’s forced to watch Luna’s Valentine’s Day confession. Due to her own lack of V-Day plans, Ms. Park had - as their beloved Jinri would call it - gently cajoled her into coming (“I’ll spread a rumor about you and Soojung, I swear I will!”).
She grumbles when Luna clutches her arm harder. “That’s going to bruise, I’m delicate.” She complains, trying to shake the tiny girl off like a bug.
Luna pouts, “I’m nervous, cut me some slack here!”
Victoria mutters under her breath, stopping when she catches sight of the clumsy boy and friend walking towards their direction, digging into a box of fancy chocolate. She smirks. Without the slightest hesitation she pushes one of her best friends into oncoming traffic - namely, one Lee Jinki.
“Go get ‘em tiger!” She watches as the two collide, landing in a pile of limbs and expensive candy, and laughs.
A minute of shuffling and dusting off later, the boy turns an impressive shade of red. He turns even redder when Luna pushes the chocolates into his face. Unimportant friend stands idly by, grinning from ear to ear. Jinki, bless his heart, accepts the candy eagerly, and Victoria can’t help but clap a hand to her heart as Luna’s face lights up.
The one promptly nicknamed unimportant friend looks just as excited as the object of Luna’s affection, bouncing on the balls of his feet. It’s not long before Victoria realizes he’s looking expectantly at her. As a matter of fact, Jinki is sort of grinning at her too.
Her mouth forms an “o” when she comprehends the situation. “Sorry, unim- I mean, friend and I will take our leave now.” She bows gracefully and makes a grab at the tall boys arm, dragging him away by his shirtsleeve.
After another minute of scuttling and lots of shirt tugging on Victoria’s part, unimportant friend pipes up in a deep voice. “Victoria noona, where are we going?”
She slows down due to curiosity, but doesn’t stop. “How do you know my name?”
“I’m in your dance class,” the boy replies with a noticeable hint of disappointment Victoria kind of hates. “And your economics class,” he pauses, and she feels like he’s battling to say something. He clears his throat. “I thought you were going to give me chocolate or something.”
Oh, Oh.
“Nope,”
The boy scratches the back of his neck. “I’m Minho by the way, noona, Choi Minho.”
She turns around, taking a good look at him, scanning him from head to toe. “I’m pretty sure I’d notice if you were in my dance class, you’re a giant.” She comments without a trace of humor. If anything, and despite her total lack of interest in most of her courses, she always takes dance seriously.
There’s shuffling of feet and Minho looks unsure, his eyes darting from the ground to her, then back. He speaks despite his hesitance. “We actually met through Nichkhun hyung two years back.”
A few months ago, that name would have likely tossed her overboard, sinking her into fury and distraction. In present day, she flips her hair over her shoulder, gloating in her genuine indifference.
“Probably purged you from my memory as part of the Nichkhun eviction project,” she shrugs. “I repress, my therapist says it’s unhealthy.” Another easy shrug.
Minho blinks at her. As if they were frozen in some invisible ice, they remain completely still. He continues to blink at her, devoid of expression. She waits, eventually resorting to tapping her foot against the cold cement to pass the time.
Without warning, he starts again, like an engine after a long stall. “Well, I guess that means we start over then.” Minho grabs her hand for a handshake, his smile virtually radiating light and completely blinding her. Victoria has never known someone other than Luna with as much fervor for anything, but she feels like Minho may come close.
He continues shaking her hand. “Choi Minho, 20 years old, good at soccer, bad at dance.”
“Victoria Song, if you want to know my age, search it up on the internet, good at dance, bad at soccer.” she replies confidently.
He chuckles, and Victoria thinks the sound is too soothing to her ears. “So no chocolate then?”
When he finally lets go of her hand, it goes straight to her hips. “I get the feeling you really like chocolate.”
Minho nods, his chin bobbing up and down. He reminds her of a child when he abruptly begins to talk about chocolate with a fondness she finds charming. Suddenly, she decides she likes this Choi Minho. Victoria cracks him a smile.
“Come on kid, I’ll buy you some chocolate.” She grins, swinging an arm over his shoulders.
“Homemade chocolate would be more sincere, noona.” He states.
Victoria barely has her feet on the ground, her toes lifting off into the air more than once. The boy was too tall for her; she basically hung off him like an ornament on a Christmas tree. She says with her eyes trained on her shoes, “If you want homemade chocolate, you need a girl in love, noona can only supply store bought goods.”
As soon as the words leave her mouth, Minho grinds to a halt and Victoria jerks forward, saved from falling thanks to her arm still hooked around his neck. She glances at him. “What?”
He doesn’t answer at first but stares straight ahead. A goofy grin hangs off his face. She almost wants to pet him on the head before he sheepishly says, “Victoria noona, I’m pretty sure you’re going to make me chocolates next year.”
She looks down at her boots - expensive, her hands - cold, then straight ahead - nothing.
Oh, Oh.
“We’ll see about that,”
In the next few weeks, Victoria and Minho hang out, a lot. She finds him to be an oddly endearing kid and he’s almost wholly smitten with her, something he doesn’t bother hiding. One day, Amber says he follows her around like a puppy, but she shrugs it off. She certainly likes him enough to keep him around.
“I was going to reintroduce myself, you know,” he says, tongue in cheek. Victoria ignores him, but struggles not to smile, eyes downcast on her notes. She’s intent on a passing grade this semester, a miracle much needed considering the amount of time she spends sleeping and dancing.
“I was going to come up to you during the first day and say ‘hi noona, remember me?’ but you were always asleep, or too concentrated to see me, like right now.” He’s practically whining into her ear, and she fights even harder not to find him adorable.
A grin escapes, but is quickly tucked away. He notices anyway, and his smile grows wider. “I’m studying; we’re studying, so study.” She tells him sternly.
Minho takes to spinning a pen in his hand instead. “I thought you remembered me on Valentine’s Day,” he continues. “I thought you were going to give me chocolate.”
Victoria is pretty sure her throat closes up at the heavy tone of his voice. He slides his notebook closer to himself and sighs dramatically, “As an apology or something.”
The textbook lay out between them slams shut by Victoria's hand and startles Minho, who jumps out of his seat. She hastily reaches out and pulls him back into his chair, her hands coming to either side of his arms, clutching the arm rests.
Minho feels himself blushing from his collarbone all the way to his forehead. He swallows the saliva quickly building in his mouth. “W-what’s up noona?”
When Victoria starts to lean in, Minho wills himself to stop sweating and clamps his eyes shut. Her lips press against his slowly, but it’s all Minho can do but stay still. Their noses bump awkwardly, yet the kiss never breaks. Before his eyes open, Victoria is already back in her chair, scribbling fiercely in her notebook.
“Now shut up and study,” she insists, a slight blush creeping up her neck. Victoria’s mouth presses into a firm line, but the corner of her mouth twitches, as if a smile could break out at any second.
There’s a pause while the younger boy catches his breath. Then he’s laughing, loudly.
He doesn’t stop until she kisses him again.
On White Day, it’s Minho who pushes a nervous Jinki into a beet-red Luna. He and Victoria rush behind a pillar to watch the two gesture wildly at each other, trying their hardest not to trip over their words.
“They’re so cute.” She says, both hands held to her chest.
Minho scoffs, “We’re way cuter.”
A tiny tsk and her eyes turn into slits, an arm wraps around her shoulders. He feels her relax underneath his hand. “You’re annoying, why do I even like you?” She asks and Minho grins, his grasp tightening, pulling her closer into his chest.
It’s the closest thing to a confession Minho is sure he will ever hear from her, but his grin only gets bigger. “Annoying people have a way of finding each other.”
She scowls, “Shut up.”
He beams when she nuzzles deeper into his side. “Okay.”
Victoria/Minho, Luna/Onew; g, 1,793 words.
Victoria is ready to gag when she’s forced to watch Luna’s Valentine’s Day confession.
authors note: ummm definitely took some creative liberties. This is how I often imagine
offscreen Vic umma could be, when provoked that is (and y'know, the last episode of
koala really showcased Victoria's ability to snark so...). Plus, how are you best friends with
Kyuhyun and Changmin without being cheeky as hell? idk dude, you tell me. ps: forgot to
mention, everything came from seeing this picture, so cute!
Three days before Valentine’s Day, Luna pulls Victoria into an alcove and pins her against a wall.
“What are you doing?” The taller and clearly stronger girl asks, watching as the smaller of the two gnaws on her lower lip in silence. “Seriously Luna, I have class in…” She easily twists her wrist out of the blonde’s grasp to check her watch. “Ten minutes ago,” she sighs, “can we play later please?”
Luna frowns and puffs out her chest, clearly ready to wage war. “The future of my happiness depends on you Vic unnie!”
Victoria narrows her eyes in suspicion, but before she can even voice her objections, the other girl senses trouble and begins to beg loudly, shouting words like “virtue!” and “responsibility!” into the air. Students and professors alike glare at them while they pass by, and Victoria swears she hears a girl on the phone whisper something about the new lesbians on campus before she clamps her manicured hand over Luna’s surprisingly small mouth.
“I’ll do it! I’ll do anything, just shut up!”
That earns her several more glares and a gasp from a scandalized boy (who is practically clutching his pearls as he storms off). She feels Luna grin underneath her palm, and when Victoria Is certain the girl will no longer make noises only dogs can hear, she lifts her hand and wipes it across her jeans. Luna is practically beaming.
“Help me make homemade chocolate for Jinki oppa?”
Victoria only blinks vacantly at her. “Why can’t you ask for favors like a normal person?”
Victoria is ready to gag when she’s forced to watch Luna’s Valentine’s Day confession. Due to her own lack of V-Day plans, Ms. Park had - as their beloved Jinri would call it - gently cajoled her into coming (“I’ll spread a rumor about you and Soojung, I swear I will!”).
She grumbles when Luna clutches her arm harder. “That’s going to bruise, I’m delicate.” She complains, trying to shake the tiny girl off like a bug.
Luna pouts, “I’m nervous, cut me some slack here!”
Victoria mutters under her breath, stopping when she catches sight of the clumsy boy and friend walking towards their direction, digging into a box of fancy chocolate. She smirks. Without the slightest hesitation she pushes one of her best friends into oncoming traffic - namely, one Lee Jinki.
“Go get ‘em tiger!” She watches as the two collide, landing in a pile of limbs and expensive candy, and laughs.
A minute of shuffling and dusting off later, the boy turns an impressive shade of red. He turns even redder when Luna pushes the chocolates into his face. Unimportant friend stands idly by, grinning from ear to ear. Jinki, bless his heart, accepts the candy eagerly, and Victoria can’t help but clap a hand to her heart as Luna’s face lights up.
The one promptly nicknamed unimportant friend looks just as excited as the object of Luna’s affection, bouncing on the balls of his feet. It’s not long before Victoria realizes he’s looking expectantly at her. As a matter of fact, Jinki is sort of grinning at her too.
Her mouth forms an “o” when she comprehends the situation. “Sorry, unim- I mean, friend and I will take our leave now.” She bows gracefully and makes a grab at the tall boys arm, dragging him away by his shirtsleeve.
After another minute of scuttling and lots of shirt tugging on Victoria’s part, unimportant friend pipes up in a deep voice. “Victoria noona, where are we going?”
She slows down due to curiosity, but doesn’t stop. “How do you know my name?”
“I’m in your dance class,” the boy replies with a noticeable hint of disappointment Victoria kind of hates. “And your economics class,” he pauses, and she feels like he’s battling to say something. He clears his throat. “I thought you were going to give me chocolate or something.”
Oh, Oh.
“Nope,”
The boy scratches the back of his neck. “I’m Minho by the way, noona, Choi Minho.”
She turns around, taking a good look at him, scanning him from head to toe. “I’m pretty sure I’d notice if you were in my dance class, you’re a giant.” She comments without a trace of humor. If anything, and despite her total lack of interest in most of her courses, she always takes dance seriously.
There’s shuffling of feet and Minho looks unsure, his eyes darting from the ground to her, then back. He speaks despite his hesitance. “We actually met through Nichkhun hyung two years back.”
A few months ago, that name would have likely tossed her overboard, sinking her into fury and distraction. In present day, she flips her hair over her shoulder, gloating in her genuine indifference.
“Probably purged you from my memory as part of the Nichkhun eviction project,” she shrugs. “I repress, my therapist says it’s unhealthy.” Another easy shrug.
Minho blinks at her. As if they were frozen in some invisible ice, they remain completely still. He continues to blink at her, devoid of expression. She waits, eventually resorting to tapping her foot against the cold cement to pass the time.
Without warning, he starts again, like an engine after a long stall. “Well, I guess that means we start over then.” Minho grabs her hand for a handshake, his smile virtually radiating light and completely blinding her. Victoria has never known someone other than Luna with as much fervor for anything, but she feels like Minho may come close.
He continues shaking her hand. “Choi Minho, 20 years old, good at soccer, bad at dance.”
“Victoria Song, if you want to know my age, search it up on the internet, good at dance, bad at soccer.” she replies confidently.
He chuckles, and Victoria thinks the sound is too soothing to her ears. “So no chocolate then?”
When he finally lets go of her hand, it goes straight to her hips. “I get the feeling you really like chocolate.”
Minho nods, his chin bobbing up and down. He reminds her of a child when he abruptly begins to talk about chocolate with a fondness she finds charming. Suddenly, she decides she likes this Choi Minho. Victoria cracks him a smile.
“Come on kid, I’ll buy you some chocolate.” She grins, swinging an arm over his shoulders.
“Homemade chocolate would be more sincere, noona.” He states.
Victoria barely has her feet on the ground, her toes lifting off into the air more than once. The boy was too tall for her; she basically hung off him like an ornament on a Christmas tree. She says with her eyes trained on her shoes, “If you want homemade chocolate, you need a girl in love, noona can only supply store bought goods.”
As soon as the words leave her mouth, Minho grinds to a halt and Victoria jerks forward, saved from falling thanks to her arm still hooked around his neck. She glances at him. “What?”
He doesn’t answer at first but stares straight ahead. A goofy grin hangs off his face. She almost wants to pet him on the head before he sheepishly says, “Victoria noona, I’m pretty sure you’re going to make me chocolates next year.”
She looks down at her boots - expensive, her hands - cold, then straight ahead - nothing.
Oh, Oh.
“We’ll see about that,”
In the next few weeks, Victoria and Minho hang out, a lot. She finds him to be an oddly endearing kid and he’s almost wholly smitten with her, something he doesn’t bother hiding. One day, Amber says he follows her around like a puppy, but she shrugs it off. She certainly likes him enough to keep him around.
“I was going to reintroduce myself, you know,” he says, tongue in cheek. Victoria ignores him, but struggles not to smile, eyes downcast on her notes. She’s intent on a passing grade this semester, a miracle much needed considering the amount of time she spends sleeping and dancing.
“I was going to come up to you during the first day and say ‘hi noona, remember me?’ but you were always asleep, or too concentrated to see me, like right now.” He’s practically whining into her ear, and she fights even harder not to find him adorable.
A grin escapes, but is quickly tucked away. He notices anyway, and his smile grows wider. “I’m studying; we’re studying, so study.” She tells him sternly.
Minho takes to spinning a pen in his hand instead. “I thought you remembered me on Valentine’s Day,” he continues. “I thought you were going to give me chocolate.”
Victoria is pretty sure her throat closes up at the heavy tone of his voice. He slides his notebook closer to himself and sighs dramatically, “As an apology or something.”
The textbook lay out between them slams shut by Victoria's hand and startles Minho, who jumps out of his seat. She hastily reaches out and pulls him back into his chair, her hands coming to either side of his arms, clutching the arm rests.
Minho feels himself blushing from his collarbone all the way to his forehead. He swallows the saliva quickly building in his mouth. “W-what’s up noona?”
When Victoria starts to lean in, Minho wills himself to stop sweating and clamps his eyes shut. Her lips press against his slowly, but it’s all Minho can do but stay still. Their noses bump awkwardly, yet the kiss never breaks. Before his eyes open, Victoria is already back in her chair, scribbling fiercely in her notebook.
“Now shut up and study,” she insists, a slight blush creeping up her neck. Victoria’s mouth presses into a firm line, but the corner of her mouth twitches, as if a smile could break out at any second.
There’s a pause while the younger boy catches his breath. Then he’s laughing, loudly.
He doesn’t stop until she kisses him again.
On White Day, it’s Minho who pushes a nervous Jinki into a beet-red Luna. He and Victoria rush behind a pillar to watch the two gesture wildly at each other, trying their hardest not to trip over their words.
“They’re so cute.” She says, both hands held to her chest.
Minho scoffs, “We’re way cuter.”
A tiny tsk and her eyes turn into slits, an arm wraps around her shoulders. He feels her relax underneath his hand. “You’re annoying, why do I even like you?” She asks and Minho grins, his grasp tightening, pulling her closer into his chest.
It’s the closest thing to a confession Minho is sure he will ever hear from her, but his grin only gets bigger. “Annoying people have a way of finding each other.”
She scowls, “Shut up.”
He beams when she nuzzles deeper into his side. “Okay.”