little girl in the sky with diamonds
little girl in the sky with diamonds
~ 800 w, pg-13 (yoona/changmin)
changmin thinks of yoona as a diamond shining in the sky.
a/n: I wrote this really quickly, it's not anything that good but I just really miss writing :/ I dedicate this to aoza, I miss her and thank for keeping me inspired ♥ Also I promise that the next one I write won't be yoona and changmin lol
Changmin thinks of Yoona as a diamond shining in the sky.
She’s far out of reach. Maybe it’s because he is no longer a diamond and she only becomes brighter by the days. Thinking of it right now, he realizes she’s always been a diamond but one hidden away in the dirt. Then there was her smile, the smile, blindingly, undeniably, jarringly ugly…
Spring
The room is warm, still, sunshine-soaked, but the breeze slipping through the window is icy cold. Changmin nursed a cup of coffee between his two hands, feeling the much needed heat seeped through his skin as he stared into the vanity.
A girl, name is unknown, hair is long, dark brown, skin is pale as snow, eyes are big, wide, doe eyed - the same ones that belong to innocent children. The other four seems to know her well. They pat her on the back, ruffle her hair and occasionally beam at her
like she’s precious. She giggled at their never-ending amusing stories.
Her eyes met his in the mirror.
He frowned.
And she smiled.
Why so sad?, Changmin could almost hear her say.
Summer
The hot summer air feels stifling against the collar of his shirt. She is all smiles and laughter, hair mussed and dress wrinkled. Her giggles sounded like a feel good song as they tell her the same jokes he heard million times before. She must have too but she found it funny anyway.
She slipped off her sunglasses, her gaze meeting his.
Changmin pretended to look pass her, she didn’t care and sat down on the sand beside him. Their bare feet are touching, he didn’t move because she didn’t want him to.
“I - I hope you don’t mind me sitting here with you,” she blushed rosy pink, tugging a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m Yoona, by the way.”
There was silence and Yoona fiddled with the hem of her floral dress, looking so happy, smiling as she stared up at him. She’s been giving her this smile since she was fourteen and never once did he smile back. Still she smiled anyway.
“I know”, Changmin said before leaving.
The thought comes to him almost naturally - someday I’ll be just like that.
Autumn
It’s raining outside. Three steps and there she stood.
Changmin knows what she’s going to say, the usual ‘Hello, how are you?’ 'You must be busy with all the schedule piling up’ and when she’s brave enough she’ll try her luck with the ‘Its cold, isn’t it? Would you like to go get a cup of coffee?’
He knows better this time and made a run for the stairs. Except he stumbled and tumbled down the steps, two flights was all it takes for the jealousy and hatred to sink in.
Yoona didn’t smile this time. She frowned and shook her head and Changmin’s face fell.
Then she raced down the stairs, his heart quickened, tightened and there was the feeling like suffocation.
She stoked his cheeks. “Are you okay? Should I get the nurse?”
And before she could reach out to embrace him, his hand grabbed hers, stopping her from touching him, from breaking the barrier between them.
“Thank you for your concern.”
The word tasted venomous on his tongue like words could kill and it was his weapon. A fragment of her heart broke, it pleased him and it pained him. He picked himself up and walked away from the same old problem.
It’s raining and Changmin fights himself every step of the way home to conclude that what he envy most is what can make him happy.
Winter
The room is ice cold. The December wind is too cold to bear, tears froze to her skin and the anger erupted inside of him.
He didn’t know when she started becoming the star and he stopped being one.
Changmin faded into the background, watching as new faces come and go but hers never left. He supposed it had something to do with that smile of hers.
“It’s not over”, she says it like it’s meant for her and not for him. “The others left, the three of them give up, doesn’t mean you have to too.”
“Why can’t you leave me alone?”
“Because you love me”
There was a moment, barely a moment, when Changmin left a bruising mark on her wrist and pressed her against the wall. The war with himself has finally come to close.
They kissed for the first time, a mess of tongue and teeth.
Yoona smiles at him one last time and all the things he despises in her become clearer than ever - her unfading happiness, her increasing success and most of all her smile. All in which he fails in finding within himself, all in which he loves and admires about her.
When she wakes up the next morning, he’s gone and back to resentment.
~ 800 w, pg-13 (yoona/changmin)
changmin thinks of yoona as a diamond shining in the sky.
a/n: I wrote this really quickly, it's not anything that good but I just really miss writing :/ I dedicate this to aoza, I miss her and thank for keeping me inspired ♥ Also I promise that the next one I write won't be yoona and changmin lol
Changmin thinks of Yoona as a diamond shining in the sky.
She’s far out of reach. Maybe it’s because he is no longer a diamond and she only becomes brighter by the days. Thinking of it right now, he realizes she’s always been a diamond but one hidden away in the dirt. Then there was her smile, the smile, blindingly, undeniably, jarringly ugly…
Spring
The room is warm, still, sunshine-soaked, but the breeze slipping through the window is icy cold. Changmin nursed a cup of coffee between his two hands, feeling the much needed heat seeped through his skin as he stared into the vanity.
A girl, name is unknown, hair is long, dark brown, skin is pale as snow, eyes are big, wide, doe eyed - the same ones that belong to innocent children. The other four seems to know her well. They pat her on the back, ruffle her hair and occasionally beam at her
like she’s precious. She giggled at their never-ending amusing stories.
Her eyes met his in the mirror.
He frowned.
And she smiled.
Why so sad?, Changmin could almost hear her say.
Summer
The hot summer air feels stifling against the collar of his shirt. She is all smiles and laughter, hair mussed and dress wrinkled. Her giggles sounded like a feel good song as they tell her the same jokes he heard million times before. She must have too but she found it funny anyway.
She slipped off her sunglasses, her gaze meeting his.
Changmin pretended to look pass her, she didn’t care and sat down on the sand beside him. Their bare feet are touching, he didn’t move because she didn’t want him to.
“I - I hope you don’t mind me sitting here with you,” she blushed rosy pink, tugging a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m Yoona, by the way.”
There was silence and Yoona fiddled with the hem of her floral dress, looking so happy, smiling as she stared up at him. She’s been giving her this smile since she was fourteen and never once did he smile back. Still she smiled anyway.
“I know”, Changmin said before leaving.
The thought comes to him almost naturally - someday I’ll be just like that.
Autumn
It’s raining outside. Three steps and there she stood.
Changmin knows what she’s going to say, the usual ‘Hello, how are you?’ 'You must be busy with all the schedule piling up’ and when she’s brave enough she’ll try her luck with the ‘Its cold, isn’t it? Would you like to go get a cup of coffee?’
He knows better this time and made a run for the stairs. Except he stumbled and tumbled down the steps, two flights was all it takes for the jealousy and hatred to sink in.
Yoona didn’t smile this time. She frowned and shook her head and Changmin’s face fell.
Then she raced down the stairs, his heart quickened, tightened and there was the feeling like suffocation.
She stoked his cheeks. “Are you okay? Should I get the nurse?”
And before she could reach out to embrace him, his hand grabbed hers, stopping her from touching him, from breaking the barrier between them.
“Thank you for your concern.”
The word tasted venomous on his tongue like words could kill and it was his weapon. A fragment of her heart broke, it pleased him and it pained him. He picked himself up and walked away from the same old problem.
It’s raining and Changmin fights himself every step of the way home to conclude that what he envy most is what can make him happy.
Winter
The room is ice cold. The December wind is too cold to bear, tears froze to her skin and the anger erupted inside of him.
He didn’t know when she started becoming the star and he stopped being one.
Changmin faded into the background, watching as new faces come and go but hers never left. He supposed it had something to do with that smile of hers.
“It’s not over”, she says it like it’s meant for her and not for him. “The others left, the three of them give up, doesn’t mean you have to too.”
“Why can’t you leave me alone?”
“Because you love me”
There was a moment, barely a moment, when Changmin left a bruising mark on her wrist and pressed her against the wall. The war with himself has finally come to close.
They kissed for the first time, a mess of tongue and teeth.
Yoona smiles at him one last time and all the things he despises in her become clearer than ever - her unfading happiness, her increasing success and most of all her smile. All in which he fails in finding within himself, all in which he loves and admires about her.
When she wakes up the next morning, he’s gone and back to resentment.