[G] Fate & Destiny (2/2)
Title: Fate & Destiny
Character(s): Super Junior, OC
Rating: G
Genre: Friendship, Romance
Type: Two-shot
The last kiss I had was when he kissed me. He had confessed his love for me and I had run away. I was engaged to a friend of his and the sudden declaration really threw me off. I could never forget the look on his face as he told me how he felt about me. I could never forget how he showed me how much he loved me.
I never got the chance to make things right. The day after, my work had an urgent project to attend to overseas and I had to pack my bags and leave right away. I didn’t get to say goodbye to him, among so many other things.
Throughout the years, life happened. We lost contact. I became busy with my work and he became busy with his career. It was probably his celebrity status that had him changing numbers every now and then, but I was unable to keep track. And, after a while, I stopped trying to. I felt that I didn’t have the right to stay in touch with him after what I had done, after what I put him through.
I felt that it was the end. The end of the most beautiful friendship I had in my life.
Before meeting him, my friends were my books. I had dedicated myself to my studies and my dream that I would become a successful person in the field I had chosen. I never hung out with anyone and, after a while, classmates, who had tried to befriend me, just gave up and let me be. But not him. It was only from him that I felt the sincerity of wanting to be my friend. Starting from the reaching up from the shelves to hand the book to me and ending with everything else in between.
I knew that there was an idol studying in our school, but seeing him in campus without warning was such as surprise that all I said was a mere thank you. All other girls would’ve probably died and would’ve probably jumped at the chance to be his friend. I didn’t think anything of it. He was an idol and I was me. There was a huge gap that I never thought would be forced together and make us become friends.
It was more of the little things that defined our friendship than the big ones; the shorts calls we exchanged when we he was unable to make it to class due to his schedules; the times he made notes for me in the subjects I was having difficulty with; the way he held my hand when I was nervous; the wink he gave me to make me laugh; the consistency of him wanting to drive me home himself. All those became more than the time when he managed to get out of a performance out of the country to be with me when my dad was in the hospital and the times he let me cry on his shoulder whenever I got my heart broken.
Who would’ve have thought that a compulsory interview would change everything? I really never thought much of him before. But after talking to him and hearing the things he had to say made me believe that he was so much more than he showed to the public. He wasn’t just a performer. He had bigger dreams than those. He was so much more than that.
Sitting across from each other, amidst the café noise, he told me all the things he wanted to do with his life and how he was unable to do them because he was a celebrity. He told me he’d always wanted to play under the rain, but he couldn’t. He was so tired and stressed all the time that his body would probably give in and he’d become sick and miss practices and performances. He mentioned that he wanted to sing songs that he had written, songs that came from his heart, but couldn’t. He wasn’t there yet. He wasn’t good enough.
So we did all those things. We played under the rain, running after each other, getting soaked. Both of us got sick afterwards, him more than me. But it was all worth it. I managed to force him to sing one of the songs he’d written. He was an amazing songwriter. It wasn’t biasness. He was really good. I could still remember the look on his face when he realized he’d done of the things he’d wanted to do for a while… it was like he was living for the first time.
Of course, like all other friendships, things weren’t always smooth sailing. We’d both had our ups and downs. There were times when I couldn’t get to him, when I couldn’t comfort him fast enough and he’d wallow in his own problems, shutting me out. I did my best to be there for him in every way I could. I knew I couldn’t help him in everything, but I had hoped that my presence would be enough to let him know that someone was always with him every step of the way, that he was never alone, nor was he ever going to be.
He was my best friend and I was willing to be with him through thick and thin, the way he was with me through everything.
I never got married.
I broke the engagement off a couple of months later. I couldn’t get married to him. I loved him, but not really. I don’t know why after all the fights; pain and tears we’d gone through, why I still went on with the engagement.
I didn’t even know what I was thinking when I decided to get together with him. The guy was sweet, funny, caring, romantic, not to mention handsome and charming, everything that you would want in a guy. But there was always something missing. I never had the chance to pinpoint it out until now.
I don’t know where or when it had begun. All I knew that when I first looked at him as he handed me that book in the library all those years ago, my life changed forever. Everything else that came after that, all the time we spent together, just reinforced that.
The feel of his hand on mine; the way his eyes shined when he was talking about something he was passionate about; the way he brought me to his arms when I needed comforting; how he kissed my forehead, showing me that he cared about me; the way his laughter sounded; the way his voice sounded like melted chocolate. It was in all those things.
He was the one who was missing.
All the time I was with his friend, there were moments when I caught myself thinking about him instead. In those moments, I would find myself hoping that it was his hand I was holding, his eyes I was looking into, his lips I was kissing. It was unfair to the guy I was with, but I didn’t know what I was feeling then. I’d always thought that I was just suffering from withdrawal. We hadn’t been spending a lot of time together since I had a boyfriend. But I should’ve known then what I knew now.
I had always been in love with my best friend.
After three years, I was finally back home. One of the reasons that we never talked anymore was because I’d been away for so long. I suppose he thought I wasn’t coming back. But here I was now, different but still the same, hoping that he would come. It was in this café, after all, that everything started.
Following news about him when I was overseas, I had seen how things had changed a lot for him. He was an even bigger star now than he was back then. He was always out with a new song, a new show, and a new performance. He was finally writing and singing his own songs. He was finally playing under the rain. He was doing what he loved.
I also saw how he was linked to various female celebrities. Hearing news about that, I swallowed back bitterness. I had no right to feel jealous or upset. I ran away from him. Nothing I do was going to change that.
It didn’t matter now that I had run away and had seemingly rejected him and his proposal of love. My fear had gotten the best of me and I could never take that back. All I could do was hope for the best that meeting him again, after years of being apart, would give us the closure that we needed.
As he walked in the café, his eyes scanning the room, I felt myself hold my breath. A dozen thoughts ran through my mind. Would he recognize me? What would he do? Could he still be mad? What would he say? Would he forgive me? Would he still remember me? Would he allow me to be his friend again? Would he allow me back in his life? Maybe I shouldn’t have arranged this meeting.
He looked good, even better than I remembered. He seemed to look taller, towering over everyone else. His hair was a bit shorter. The simple polo shirt and dark jeans that he wore made him look manly and still a bit boyish at the same time. He seemed the same, yet different. But it was him. It was my best friend.
When he finally saw me, he walked over and just looked at me for a while. I could feel his eyes piercing through me, surveying me. I couldn’t help but think that this was it. He’s going to say things that would break us apart forever.
But, instead of saying anything, he smiled. He gave me a stunning smile and, before I knew what was happening, he had gathered me into his arms, hugging me tightly. My eyes immediately closed as I fell back into the comfort that I felt whenever he was around. I inhaled his scent and realized, just then, how much I really missed him. I couldn’t believe that we didn’t talk for three years. I couldn’t believe that I allowed things to happen that way.
When we pulled away, he looked at me, gazed into my eyes and told me just how much he missed me. He recounted all the times, he tried to contact me, tried go after me to make things right between us. My eyes widened in surprise when I found out that he followed me all the way to my work overseas. I never knew that because he was scared to let me know that he was never going to give up on me. He then said that he knew things were long over.
I stopped him just then. It was my time to be honest. It was my time to confess. I poured my heart out and told him everything; how happy I was that he was my best friend, how glad I was that he accepted me, how lucky I was that he took a chance on me. I let him know that I loved him and just how much.
As I said those things, he stood there and stared at me.
Then, just like the last time we had seen each other, he pulled me into a kiss.
At that moment, my head and my heart was clear, in sync. I saw the stars and the fireworks that I failed to see before as I moved my lips against his. We fit perfectly together and I just knew things were going to work out this time.
Fate may have broken us apart, but nothing could’ve stopped destiny from gluing us back together.
Character(s): Super Junior, OC
Rating: G
Genre: Friendship, Romance
Type: Two-shot
The last kiss I had was when he kissed me. He had confessed his love for me and I had run away. I was engaged to a friend of his and the sudden declaration really threw me off. I could never forget the look on his face as he told me how he felt about me. I could never forget how he showed me how much he loved me.
I never got the chance to make things right. The day after, my work had an urgent project to attend to overseas and I had to pack my bags and leave right away. I didn’t get to say goodbye to him, among so many other things.
Throughout the years, life happened. We lost contact. I became busy with my work and he became busy with his career. It was probably his celebrity status that had him changing numbers every now and then, but I was unable to keep track. And, after a while, I stopped trying to. I felt that I didn’t have the right to stay in touch with him after what I had done, after what I put him through.
I felt that it was the end. The end of the most beautiful friendship I had in my life.
Before meeting him, my friends were my books. I had dedicated myself to my studies and my dream that I would become a successful person in the field I had chosen. I never hung out with anyone and, after a while, classmates, who had tried to befriend me, just gave up and let me be. But not him. It was only from him that I felt the sincerity of wanting to be my friend. Starting from the reaching up from the shelves to hand the book to me and ending with everything else in between.
I knew that there was an idol studying in our school, but seeing him in campus without warning was such as surprise that all I said was a mere thank you. All other girls would’ve probably died and would’ve probably jumped at the chance to be his friend. I didn’t think anything of it. He was an idol and I was me. There was a huge gap that I never thought would be forced together and make us become friends.
It was more of the little things that defined our friendship than the big ones; the shorts calls we exchanged when we he was unable to make it to class due to his schedules; the times he made notes for me in the subjects I was having difficulty with; the way he held my hand when I was nervous; the wink he gave me to make me laugh; the consistency of him wanting to drive me home himself. All those became more than the time when he managed to get out of a performance out of the country to be with me when my dad was in the hospital and the times he let me cry on his shoulder whenever I got my heart broken.
Who would’ve have thought that a compulsory interview would change everything? I really never thought much of him before. But after talking to him and hearing the things he had to say made me believe that he was so much more than he showed to the public. He wasn’t just a performer. He had bigger dreams than those. He was so much more than that.
Sitting across from each other, amidst the café noise, he told me all the things he wanted to do with his life and how he was unable to do them because he was a celebrity. He told me he’d always wanted to play under the rain, but he couldn’t. He was so tired and stressed all the time that his body would probably give in and he’d become sick and miss practices and performances. He mentioned that he wanted to sing songs that he had written, songs that came from his heart, but couldn’t. He wasn’t there yet. He wasn’t good enough.
So we did all those things. We played under the rain, running after each other, getting soaked. Both of us got sick afterwards, him more than me. But it was all worth it. I managed to force him to sing one of the songs he’d written. He was an amazing songwriter. It wasn’t biasness. He was really good. I could still remember the look on his face when he realized he’d done of the things he’d wanted to do for a while… it was like he was living for the first time.
Of course, like all other friendships, things weren’t always smooth sailing. We’d both had our ups and downs. There were times when I couldn’t get to him, when I couldn’t comfort him fast enough and he’d wallow in his own problems, shutting me out. I did my best to be there for him in every way I could. I knew I couldn’t help him in everything, but I had hoped that my presence would be enough to let him know that someone was always with him every step of the way, that he was never alone, nor was he ever going to be.
He was my best friend and I was willing to be with him through thick and thin, the way he was with me through everything.
I never got married.
I broke the engagement off a couple of months later. I couldn’t get married to him. I loved him, but not really. I don’t know why after all the fights; pain and tears we’d gone through, why I still went on with the engagement.
I didn’t even know what I was thinking when I decided to get together with him. The guy was sweet, funny, caring, romantic, not to mention handsome and charming, everything that you would want in a guy. But there was always something missing. I never had the chance to pinpoint it out until now.
I don’t know where or when it had begun. All I knew that when I first looked at him as he handed me that book in the library all those years ago, my life changed forever. Everything else that came after that, all the time we spent together, just reinforced that.
The feel of his hand on mine; the way his eyes shined when he was talking about something he was passionate about; the way he brought me to his arms when I needed comforting; how he kissed my forehead, showing me that he cared about me; the way his laughter sounded; the way his voice sounded like melted chocolate. It was in all those things.
He was the one who was missing.
All the time I was with his friend, there were moments when I caught myself thinking about him instead. In those moments, I would find myself hoping that it was his hand I was holding, his eyes I was looking into, his lips I was kissing. It was unfair to the guy I was with, but I didn’t know what I was feeling then. I’d always thought that I was just suffering from withdrawal. We hadn’t been spending a lot of time together since I had a boyfriend. But I should’ve known then what I knew now.
I had always been in love with my best friend.
After three years, I was finally back home. One of the reasons that we never talked anymore was because I’d been away for so long. I suppose he thought I wasn’t coming back. But here I was now, different but still the same, hoping that he would come. It was in this café, after all, that everything started.
Following news about him when I was overseas, I had seen how things had changed a lot for him. He was an even bigger star now than he was back then. He was always out with a new song, a new show, and a new performance. He was finally writing and singing his own songs. He was finally playing under the rain. He was doing what he loved.
I also saw how he was linked to various female celebrities. Hearing news about that, I swallowed back bitterness. I had no right to feel jealous or upset. I ran away from him. Nothing I do was going to change that.
It didn’t matter now that I had run away and had seemingly rejected him and his proposal of love. My fear had gotten the best of me and I could never take that back. All I could do was hope for the best that meeting him again, after years of being apart, would give us the closure that we needed.
As he walked in the café, his eyes scanning the room, I felt myself hold my breath. A dozen thoughts ran through my mind. Would he recognize me? What would he do? Could he still be mad? What would he say? Would he forgive me? Would he still remember me? Would he allow me to be his friend again? Would he allow me back in his life? Maybe I shouldn’t have arranged this meeting.
He looked good, even better than I remembered. He seemed to look taller, towering over everyone else. His hair was a bit shorter. The simple polo shirt and dark jeans that he wore made him look manly and still a bit boyish at the same time. He seemed the same, yet different. But it was him. It was my best friend.
When he finally saw me, he walked over and just looked at me for a while. I could feel his eyes piercing through me, surveying me. I couldn’t help but think that this was it. He’s going to say things that would break us apart forever.
But, instead of saying anything, he smiled. He gave me a stunning smile and, before I knew what was happening, he had gathered me into his arms, hugging me tightly. My eyes immediately closed as I fell back into the comfort that I felt whenever he was around. I inhaled his scent and realized, just then, how much I really missed him. I couldn’t believe that we didn’t talk for three years. I couldn’t believe that I allowed things to happen that way.
When we pulled away, he looked at me, gazed into my eyes and told me just how much he missed me. He recounted all the times, he tried to contact me, tried go after me to make things right between us. My eyes widened in surprise when I found out that he followed me all the way to my work overseas. I never knew that because he was scared to let me know that he was never going to give up on me. He then said that he knew things were long over.
I stopped him just then. It was my time to be honest. It was my time to confess. I poured my heart out and told him everything; how happy I was that he was my best friend, how glad I was that he accepted me, how lucky I was that he took a chance on me. I let him know that I loved him and just how much.
As I said those things, he stood there and stared at me.
Then, just like the last time we had seen each other, he pulled me into a kiss.
At that moment, my head and my heart was clear, in sync. I saw the stars and the fireworks that I failed to see before as I moved my lips against his. We fit perfectly together and I just knew things were going to work out this time.
Fate may have broken us apart, but nothing could’ve stopped destiny from gluing us back together.