f(x) drabbles; G
Zhoumi/Victoria | Only One
It hurts and hurts and it’s foolish but good bye
Though I may never see you again, you’re the only one
"We're here, Sir." A soft voice had waken him up.
He blinked a few times, slowly scanning the building that looked so familiar. The bright paint was somewhat fading as the years passing by, but the warmth he remembered once had still visible on his sight.
His thought shattered when a three year old girl came within his sight. She was laughing her heart out while her mother (oh how he miss listening to his pounding heartbeats) running behind her, as if pretending to catch her.
He wanted to step out, but he knew that would make no difference.
"Where are we going next, Sir?"
"To the airport. My flight is tonight."
He covered a lonesome tear that managed to escape his eye.
Henry/Amber | 123
So 1 2 3, I put a spell on you
That's what I gotta do
"Do you realize that this is the tenth time we celebrate christmas together, Am?"
The girl standing beside him merely shrugged her shoulders. She was in the middle of her glorious moment with her strawberry ice cream. "And?"
"I gave you a best seller novel last year as my christmas gift."
She licked the cream hanging near her lips while nodding, "Oh, the famous book you said. It helps me when I find it difficult to sleep. Thanks."
Henri scoffed. He pointed at the beautiful red scarf circling her neck. "I gave you that today."
Amber snorted. Looking at him almost annoyed, she snapped back, "What's the point here, Henry? I don't understand."
He pouted before turning away. "You know what? Forget it. It's no use talking to you."
Amber sighed and quickened her pace to meet his, her hand clinging onto his upper arm. "You look so cute when you're angry, boyfriend."
"Shut up and eat your damn ice cream."
Minho/Krystal | Us, Again
In this difficult time, I had to meet you
All I have are poor memories, hold me
Minho opened the door slowly, a vase of lily within his left hand. He tried to make no sound, but the door had betrayed him for creaking softly.
She opened her eyes. Weakly. Gracefully.
Hi. He mouthed a silent greeting as his eyes met hers.
Her face look so pale, yet so beautiful that all he wanted was to cry.
"I brought your favorite lilies. It's from Mrs. Park, the woman you hired five months ago to look after your precious garden. You know--"
"Hey." She cut him off, her lips curving a smile and Minho started to struggle against those heavy tears that threatened to flow out. "I'm gonna be better soon, oppa. Don't worry."
Even with her pain evident on her eyes, she still managed to help him out.
Heechul/Sulli | Doushite
Since that day I first met you
I felt like I already knew you
He was near eleven when she was born. She seemed so fragile and the moment he touched her tiny hand, the feeling of pure joy engulfed him.
He won his first soccer game when she started to learn her first steps. He raced back home (to hers actually) and found out she had successfully stood and smiling when she saw her favorite face. He laughed and put the medal on her neck, celebrating their first victories together.
He had changed his work for the third time when she finished her high school. She graduated with a "heart breaker" title, for her heart had only been reserved for that special one person.
He was thirty five and she was only twenty four when they exchanged their vows for eternity.
Onew/Luna | Stand by Me
Stand by me guard over me
Because I am still clumsy at love
"Oppa, why did you do that?"
Jinki blinked his eyes and he started to argue, "I'm sorry if I broke your best friend's heart, Sunyoung, but I don't think I love her. I barely even know her!"
"But she is pretty. I thought you always like that kind of type." She insisted, her lips pouting.
"Being pretty is not enough."
She scoffed. "As if men don't fall for the looks."
"We don't. And if that's how you think about men and love, then you don't know anything about it, kiddo."
"Then try to define it."
"W-well, love is--" he scratched his head unconsciously, wavering at his first word and ended up being silent for the next minutes.
"See? And you're telling me you don't fall for the looks." She laughed sarcastically before walking out the classroom, failed to notice the heavy disappointment in his eyes.
Love is.. you, Sunyoung.
merry christmas to everyone who celebrate!
xoxo
It hurts and hurts and it’s foolish but good bye
Though I may never see you again, you’re the only one
"We're here, Sir." A soft voice had waken him up.
He blinked a few times, slowly scanning the building that looked so familiar. The bright paint was somewhat fading as the years passing by, but the warmth he remembered once had still visible on his sight.
His thought shattered when a three year old girl came within his sight. She was laughing her heart out while her mother (oh how he miss listening to his pounding heartbeats) running behind her, as if pretending to catch her.
He wanted to step out, but he knew that would make no difference.
"Where are we going next, Sir?"
"To the airport. My flight is tonight."
He covered a lonesome tear that managed to escape his eye.
Henry/Amber | 123
So 1 2 3, I put a spell on you
That's what I gotta do
"Do you realize that this is the tenth time we celebrate christmas together, Am?"
The girl standing beside him merely shrugged her shoulders. She was in the middle of her glorious moment with her strawberry ice cream. "And?"
"I gave you a best seller novel last year as my christmas gift."
She licked the cream hanging near her lips while nodding, "Oh, the famous book you said. It helps me when I find it difficult to sleep. Thanks."
Henri scoffed. He pointed at the beautiful red scarf circling her neck. "I gave you that today."
Amber snorted. Looking at him almost annoyed, she snapped back, "What's the point here, Henry? I don't understand."
He pouted before turning away. "You know what? Forget it. It's no use talking to you."
Amber sighed and quickened her pace to meet his, her hand clinging onto his upper arm. "You look so cute when you're angry, boyfriend."
"Shut up and eat your damn ice cream."
Minho/Krystal | Us, Again
In this difficult time, I had to meet you
All I have are poor memories, hold me
Minho opened the door slowly, a vase of lily within his left hand. He tried to make no sound, but the door had betrayed him for creaking softly.
She opened her eyes. Weakly. Gracefully.
Hi. He mouthed a silent greeting as his eyes met hers.
Her face look so pale, yet so beautiful that all he wanted was to cry.
"I brought your favorite lilies. It's from Mrs. Park, the woman you hired five months ago to look after your precious garden. You know--"
"Hey." She cut him off, her lips curving a smile and Minho started to struggle against those heavy tears that threatened to flow out. "I'm gonna be better soon, oppa. Don't worry."
Even with her pain evident on her eyes, she still managed to help him out.
Heechul/Sulli | Doushite
Since that day I first met you
I felt like I already knew you
He was near eleven when she was born. She seemed so fragile and the moment he touched her tiny hand, the feeling of pure joy engulfed him.
He won his first soccer game when she started to learn her first steps. He raced back home (to hers actually) and found out she had successfully stood and smiling when she saw her favorite face. He laughed and put the medal on her neck, celebrating their first victories together.
He had changed his work for the third time when she finished her high school. She graduated with a "heart breaker" title, for her heart had only been reserved for that special one person.
He was thirty five and she was only twenty four when they exchanged their vows for eternity.
Onew/Luna | Stand by Me
Stand by me guard over me
Because I am still clumsy at love
"Oppa, why did you do that?"
Jinki blinked his eyes and he started to argue, "I'm sorry if I broke your best friend's heart, Sunyoung, but I don't think I love her. I barely even know her!"
"But she is pretty. I thought you always like that kind of type." She insisted, her lips pouting.
"Being pretty is not enough."
She scoffed. "As if men don't fall for the looks."
"We don't. And if that's how you think about men and love, then you don't know anything about it, kiddo."
"Then try to define it."
"W-well, love is--" he scratched his head unconsciously, wavering at his first word and ended up being silent for the next minutes.
"See? And you're telling me you don't fall for the looks." She laughed sarcastically before walking out the classroom, failed to notice the heavy disappointment in his eyes.
Love is.. you, Sunyoung.
merry christmas to everyone who celebrate!
xoxo