Monday, September 30, 2013

The Lovely Deer (Yoona Drabble)

First post! I have actually posted this drabble on my personal blog. But I'm gonna delete that one and start posting on this blog instead! Enjoy :)





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?!"

"Stop exaggerating things. It means nothing for me. It was a mistake."

 

"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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