Clueless; Onew/Luna; PG
Clueless
Onew/Luna; fluff; pg; 1115words
He loves looking at her, even though she practically catches him two-thirds of the time and he finds himself flushing bright pink.
He didn’t know what it was, he just couldn’t tell. He didn’t know if it was his hormones working up again or if this time he was getting desperate for that other half he’d never had or if he really had fallen hard.
Everyday, he looks at her. And everyday he wonders why his heart dances a little dance when she touches him and why it falls when she’s out of sight. He notices the little things she does, like how she plays with her thumbs when she’s bored and how she twirls the loose hazel brown curls framing her face with her index finger when she’s nervous. How she crinkles her forehead and scrunches her eyebrows together when she’s concentrating hard and how she likes to bite her lower lip when she’s angry.
*****
He didn’t know why he found so much charm in the way she’d be panting softly after dance practice or the way she’d be scribbling away at her blue, spiral-spined notebook with the lovebirds on the cover after Chinese class. He loves looking at her, even though she practically catches him two-thirds of the time and he finds himself flushing bright pink.
She giggles and her eyes light up like fairy lights on a Christmas tree and Onew decides that if anything, she’s the angel at the top of a Christmas tree, beautiful and radiant.
*****
They go on variety shows together and every time, no matter how interesting the next performance would be, his eyes would lead their own way back to her side profile. He watches as she laughs, her eyes sparkling and she tilts her head back and he catches himself smiling at her. He finds himself creepy but nonetheless, he can’t stop himself.
Boy is he stealthy, because he’s only been caught glancing at her 56 times (he keeps count) by the hosts of each variety show collectively. And every time, it’s the same excuse:
I wasn’t, I really wasn’t.
And after the 57th time, he deduces that it was the most pathetic excuse he’s heard in his life. It wasn’t even an excuse. And then he scoffs at himself for being so pathetic.
*****
One day, he finds out that she’s gotten through an audition for a new musical and he’s happy, overjoyed really because now she’s a part of the musical family that only consisted of him, Jessica and Taeyeon. Another excuse to get closer to her, he smiles at the thought.
He thinks of calling her up to congratulate her but remembers that he doesn’t have her number and makes a mental note to ask any of the f(x) girls for it the next he sees them. He’s definitely not going to ask it from her directly though, he’s already planned their phone conversation in his mind.
Hey, congrats on getting the female lead for the musical!
Thanks, I didn’t expect it either … How’d you get my number though?
And that would be the trigger for a conversation lasting all night long, or so he planned.
*****
So he does get Luna’s number, from Krystal, who he coincidentally bumps into while leaving the recording studio. She looks at him with a knowing smile plastered on her face and just before she turns to go, she whispers, “Good luck, Oppa.”
Onew wonders if he had been that obvious all along.
He walks back to the recording studio where he decides on how he’ll begin the conversation. Hello or Hey? He ponders in all seriousness before eventually settling for a more innovative, CONGRATULATIONS!
He scrolls through his contacts, almost ready to give her a dial; he hears his pulse through the silence of the studio and just before he presses the call but-
Her whisper is the Lucifer …
He jumps at the sudden message tone and inwardly curses his phone for springing an attack on him which he is completely convinced happened on purpose. He looks at the message box on the top left corner of his screen and contemplates on opening it or saving it for after the call. He thinks about it for awhile and sighs, opening the message from Taemin.
Hyung, she’s got a kiss scene!
He doesn’t know what to feel again, his mind a jumble of words and emotions and suddenly he’s a lack of coherence. Possessiveness overtakes him, although she isn’t his (yet, he thinks) and he replies Taemin.
With who.
Idk, some guy from the musical.
*****
Onew puts his phone down on top of recording panel and sighs, palms rubbing his face. How is he going to call her now? He pictures himself talking calmly at one moment and the next, he’ll be snapping at her for allowing the kiss scene. Of course, it isn’t her fault that they put one in, but you know, he’s possessive that way.
So he concludes that it isn’t a good night to call her and promptly switches his phone off, because if it’s not Luna he’s going to talk to, he’s not talking to anyone else either. He locks the studio door behind him silently, feeling all the excitement he had from before draining from his body bit by bit as he imagines all the rehearsals she’ll have.
He knows that their lips, hers and that idiot’s, are going to touch more than he’s ever imagined his own and hers. He grinds his teeth and clenches his fists and walks out of the building, into the cold, cutting air.
*****
The following days continue as per normal, his anger slowly fades and he is reduced to a puddle of goo every time she laughs heartily. They go on shows and have meals with the company and he notices that lately she’s been keeping that blue, spiral-spined book with the lovebirds on the cover with her very often, scribbling at every chance. He concludes that she’s definitely perfection because she’s study-smart too. If she could get anymore perfect, that is.
Luna has a bit of time before the recording starts again and her eyes flicker towards his direction, catching him stealing a glance at her … again. Both of them turn pink and smile but neither takes the opportunity to strike up a conversation. Luna picks her bag up, pulls out the blue notebook and flips it till she gets to a fresh page. She chooses her favourite shade of purple from her array of pens and begins scribbling.
I caught him looking my way again (:
Should I say something now? Or wait till he does?
Oh god, how long have I been on this? My poor heart.
*sighs
And Onew doesn’t even know.
I am in love with their couple, Onew and Luna. ♥
MADLY IN LOVE, I SAY. I don't even do this pairing justice ;___;
okay so here's to my first crossover fic, f(SHINee) ! /dances around for abit
Hope you enjoyed it (:
/fail /bricked
Onew/Luna; fluff; pg; 1115words
He loves looking at her, even though she practically catches him two-thirds of the time and he finds himself flushing bright pink.
He didn’t know what it was, he just couldn’t tell. He didn’t know if it was his hormones working up again or if this time he was getting desperate for that other half he’d never had or if he really had fallen hard.
Everyday, he looks at her. And everyday he wonders why his heart dances a little dance when she touches him and why it falls when she’s out of sight. He notices the little things she does, like how she plays with her thumbs when she’s bored and how she twirls the loose hazel brown curls framing her face with her index finger when she’s nervous. How she crinkles her forehead and scrunches her eyebrows together when she’s concentrating hard and how she likes to bite her lower lip when she’s angry.
*****
He didn’t know why he found so much charm in the way she’d be panting softly after dance practice or the way she’d be scribbling away at her blue, spiral-spined notebook with the lovebirds on the cover after Chinese class. He loves looking at her, even though she practically catches him two-thirds of the time and he finds himself flushing bright pink.
She giggles and her eyes light up like fairy lights on a Christmas tree and Onew decides that if anything, she’s the angel at the top of a Christmas tree, beautiful and radiant.
*****
They go on variety shows together and every time, no matter how interesting the next performance would be, his eyes would lead their own way back to her side profile. He watches as she laughs, her eyes sparkling and she tilts her head back and he catches himself smiling at her. He finds himself creepy but nonetheless, he can’t stop himself.
Boy is he stealthy, because he’s only been caught glancing at her 56 times (he keeps count) by the hosts of each variety show collectively. And every time, it’s the same excuse:
I wasn’t, I really wasn’t.
And after the 57th time, he deduces that it was the most pathetic excuse he’s heard in his life. It wasn’t even an excuse. And then he scoffs at himself for being so pathetic.
*****
One day, he finds out that she’s gotten through an audition for a new musical and he’s happy, overjoyed really because now she’s a part of the musical family that only consisted of him, Jessica and Taeyeon. Another excuse to get closer to her, he smiles at the thought.
He thinks of calling her up to congratulate her but remembers that he doesn’t have her number and makes a mental note to ask any of the f(x) girls for it the next he sees them. He’s definitely not going to ask it from her directly though, he’s already planned their phone conversation in his mind.
Hey, congrats on getting the female lead for the musical!
Thanks, I didn’t expect it either … How’d you get my number though?
And that would be the trigger for a conversation lasting all night long, or so he planned.
*****
So he does get Luna’s number, from Krystal, who he coincidentally bumps into while leaving the recording studio. She looks at him with a knowing smile plastered on her face and just before she turns to go, she whispers, “Good luck, Oppa.”
Onew wonders if he had been that obvious all along.
He walks back to the recording studio where he decides on how he’ll begin the conversation. Hello or Hey? He ponders in all seriousness before eventually settling for a more innovative, CONGRATULATIONS!
He scrolls through his contacts, almost ready to give her a dial; he hears his pulse through the silence of the studio and just before he presses the call but-
Her whisper is the Lucifer …
He jumps at the sudden message tone and inwardly curses his phone for springing an attack on him which he is completely convinced happened on purpose. He looks at the message box on the top left corner of his screen and contemplates on opening it or saving it for after the call. He thinks about it for awhile and sighs, opening the message from Taemin.
Hyung, she’s got a kiss scene!
He doesn’t know what to feel again, his mind a jumble of words and emotions and suddenly he’s a lack of coherence. Possessiveness overtakes him, although she isn’t his (yet, he thinks) and he replies Taemin.
With who.
Idk, some guy from the musical.
*****
Onew puts his phone down on top of recording panel and sighs, palms rubbing his face. How is he going to call her now? He pictures himself talking calmly at one moment and the next, he’ll be snapping at her for allowing the kiss scene. Of course, it isn’t her fault that they put one in, but you know, he’s possessive that way.
So he concludes that it isn’t a good night to call her and promptly switches his phone off, because if it’s not Luna he’s going to talk to, he’s not talking to anyone else either. He locks the studio door behind him silently, feeling all the excitement he had from before draining from his body bit by bit as he imagines all the rehearsals she’ll have.
He knows that their lips, hers and that idiot’s, are going to touch more than he’s ever imagined his own and hers. He grinds his teeth and clenches his fists and walks out of the building, into the cold, cutting air.
*****
The following days continue as per normal, his anger slowly fades and he is reduced to a puddle of goo every time she laughs heartily. They go on shows and have meals with the company and he notices that lately she’s been keeping that blue, spiral-spined book with the lovebirds on the cover with her very often, scribbling at every chance. He concludes that she’s definitely perfection because she’s study-smart too. If she could get anymore perfect, that is.
Luna has a bit of time before the recording starts again and her eyes flicker towards his direction, catching him stealing a glance at her … again. Both of them turn pink and smile but neither takes the opportunity to strike up a conversation. Luna picks her bag up, pulls out the blue notebook and flips it till she gets to a fresh page. She chooses her favourite shade of purple from her array of pens and begins scribbling.
I caught him looking my way again (:
Should I say something now? Or wait till he does?
Oh god, how long have I been on this? My poor heart.
*sighs
And Onew doesn’t even know.
I am in love with their couple, Onew and Luna. ♥
MADLY IN LOVE, I SAY. I don't even do this pairing justice ;___;
okay so here's to my first crossover fic, f(SHINee) ! /dances around for abit
Hope you enjoyed it (:
/fail /bricked