I Hate Fighting with
You (Yoona x Changmin)
"You have stopped
thinking for a moment, haven't you?" Her voice cracked.
He clenched his jaw as
he looked straight into her big, teary eyes.
"What's there to
think of?" he asked sternly. His voice was cold, eyes darkened as the girl
let out a sob.
"My feelings! Do
you even know how hard it was for me?!"
"A kiss always
means something."
Silence. Yoona's chest
going up and down, suppressing her anger at the very same man for the nth time.
"Damn you, Shim
Changmin!!" for making me love you more
than you deserve.
Changmin stepped close
to the crying girl, took a clearer view of her. Those tears. Something clenched his heart when he saw her tears. He
hated it when she cried yet he was always the reason behind those sobs, those
shed and unshed tears every time they argued.
It was like a stabbed
on his chest. The girl in front of him used to be the strongest girl he's ever
known.
"I'm sorry,"
for thinking that you are not the one.
When she didn't reply,
he repeated.
"I'm truly sorry,"
for being the reason why you cry.
In a speed of light,
Changmin grabbed her body close to his, placing his lips on hers. The kiss was
emotional; full of rage, unsaid things, regret, and passion. Changmin could
feel her tears joining his own.
When he was about to
pull away, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck. "I hate fighting with
you."
And that was how he
made it up to her that night.
Complete Happiness (Yoona x Donghae)
“Was it painful?”
“…You’ll never
understand.”
“My mom did tell me
about how painful it was to give birth.”
“Good, then.”
“But our 9 months of
waiting are well paid off, right?”
The baby in Donghae’s
arms fidgeted, and the fully grown-up man coaxed her, humming beautiful
melodies from his lips. Yoona smiled at the view.
“What are you gonna
name her?”
“Hana. Lee Hana. Hana
means–“
“–flower, I know. It’s
a beautiful name, indeed.”
“She got your eyes,
you know.”
“And she got you
gentle feature.”
“…”
“…”
“Thank you, Yoona,”
his voice was gentle, sincere.
“No. I should thank–“
“–but we still have a
long way to go. Four more kids and we can finally make an idol group.”
“…I won’t sleep with
you this week.”
Last Chance (Yoona x Luhan)
It wouldn’t happen if
he listened to Sehun’s warning. It wouldn’t happen if he wasn’t so oblivious.
It wouldn’t happen if he looked clearly. It wouldn’t happen if he…loved her,
cherished her, and gave her his heart.
“She’ll be snatched away any minute.”
He didn’t know what
his best friend meant. Who would snatch her away, for God’s sake! Yoona was too
attached to him…or he thought so.
The night when she
finally confronted him was the night when he finally realized she was the one.
“I should’ve known better,” she stuttered, packing
her things while brushing her tears with her palms.
If only he had the courage to brush it for her…
Kai. He remembered she mentioned that name. He remembered
the way her eyes twinkling for one second, before tears filled up her big,
doe-liked eyes.
He was rooted to the
ground to even step closer, grab her by the wrist, pull her to a tight embrace,
and feel her small figure safe in his arms. He was too bewildered when she
stood in front of him, giving a one last peck in the cheek. The look in her
eyes was something he could hardly forget. Pain…farewell…goodbye.
“Take care,” was the last thing she said.
And when the doors
shut, Luhan knew he had lost his chance.
From the Eyes of a
Lover (Yoona x Minho)
He was content.
Watching her from afar, hearing her laugh ringing like a chiming bell, seeing
her smile, adoring her long hair flowing on her back.
He did talk to her.
The exchange hellos every time they bumped in the hallway, the late night call
from her to wish him a happy birthday, or the encouragement text he sent for
her comeback.
He was worried about
her. The way she laughed off those hating comments on the net, the way she
smiled understandingly at her members who watched Fashion King over Love Rain.
There were nights when Minho found her in the corner of a practice room, at midnight, practicing her vocals or
dancing over and over again.
He wished he was as
strong as her. From the day when he was given the responsibility to be the face
of his group, he knew what situation he got himself into. He had the most
packed schedule, received the most love from fans, and got the most anti-fans
as well. He wondered how his certain sunbae
kept her head up for years. He wondered how she chose to smile when all the
blames and the bashes went straight to her.
In the eyes of Choi
Minho’s, Im Yoona wasn’t just a senior. She was the one he looked up to, the
first one he greeted when they met in some broadcasts, the only one he ever
told about the death-thread letter he received.
Im
Yoona was his senior, his best friend, his sister, his first love.
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