meant to be
title: meant to be
pairing: sungyeol / oc
description: People who are meant to be together, always find each other in the end.
note: written for yeolbear who was being shameless when I asked her what pairing I should write...
Sungyeol is five years old when he first meets a rebellious little girl who has too much to say and too little time to express it all. He is sitting on the swings at the park a block away from his house, resting after taking a dangerous adventure on top of the monkey bars. A tiny child (because even then he was tall) totters up and jumps onto the swing. Sungyeol didn’t think much of it until she boldly stood up on the seat and began swinging too fast and too high.
“Yah! That’s dangerous!” Sungyeol exclaims. He doesn’t want to be the one responsible when she falls off and breaks a bone.
All he gets is a defiant look as she swings even higher as if accentuating the point that she could care less.
“How old are you, god. Shouldn’t you still be on the baby swings?” he mutters under his breath.
“For your information I’m four years old, five in two months,” the girl says before springing off the swing and walking off.
Sungyeol wonders at the girl’s attitude and wonders if he was like that a year ago.
--
Three years later Sungyeol is biking home from school and was thinking about what his mother might have prepared for dinner before he is almost knocked off his bike by a mess of flying hair zooms by.
“YAH! Watch where you’re going!” he calls.
The figure comes to an abrupt halt that leaves tire marks on the sidewalk.
“Maybe next time you should stay closer to the side or move a little faster then,” an exasperated voice says.
Sungyeol glares at the person who could have killed him. “Excuse me for wanting to take my sweet time getting home.”
The girl rolls her eyes before stepping back onto the pedals and riding out of sight in an instant.
--
Sungyeol is seventeen and working at the coffee shop near his school, ready to close up for the day when someone wrenches open the door and stomps in, making the bells clang together harshly as they are jostled from a resting position.
“Americano please. Now.”
Sungyeol stares at a pair of exhausted but fierce eyes. “Excuse me ma’am our hours are over-“
“I don’t care. Just make me the coffee.”
He inspects her for another moment before beginning to create the order (which is his favorite too).
The demanding young woman settles at the table in the furthest corner of the shop and drops her head into her hands with a sigh. There was stress and frustration and all sorts of emotions radiating from the tense figure.
Sungyeol finished making the coffee and brought it to her table.
“Here you go ma’am.” He sets the drink down and turns to walk away. Something makes him pause though. Sungyeol is naturally a curious person; he likes to know things and uses them to analyse people (not to mention he is very good at it).
“Hey…is everything okay?” Sungyeol decides to turn around and ask a question he already knew the answer to.
“Yes, of course, everything is fucking fantastic. My mother is a bitch, everyone I know is an idiot, and none of my friends are real friends. What do you think?”
The tall boy was slightly surprised by her fiery response. He’d expected a flat no and nothing more and instead he got a mouthful of anger.
“What’s going on?” he decides to ask against his better conscience.
“Why do you care?”
There was a quick silence before she sighed again.
“Oh fuck it. It’s not like you can tell anyone. My mother won’t ever leave me alone, and she evidently does not give a single shit about me at all. I had a fever and she made me go to school. I came home and fainted.”
Sungyeol’s eyes widened. His mother made the biggest fuss when he was sick and often made him stay home for two days “just in case,” and here was a girl whose mother wouldn’t even let her off for an hour.
She continued talking, telling him everything and anything that was going wrong in her life (which was just about everything). In ten minutes, Sungyeol learned more about her than anyone else had ever known in however many years they’d known her.
The long monologue ended, and she took a deep breath. “God that was a lot. Why did I even tell you all of that? Oh never mind, I already did so there’s not much I can do is there?”
Sungyeol wasn’t sure if he should answer that or not, so he simply stared at her.
By now the coffee was cold, and Sungyeol offered to make another one.
“No need. I like them better cold anyway,” she said before stepping out of the shop.
“Wait!” Sungyeol called out.
“Hmm?” She stuck her head back in.
“What’s your name?”
“Lee Hyerin,” the girl said with a little smile before disappearing from his sight.
--
“Yah, make me an Americano,” a familiar voice says.
Sungyeol looks up to see fierce eyes twinkling playfully.
“You’re getting a caramel macchiato,” he says.
Hyerin laughs before heading to the back table (the same one that she’d sat at the first time and every time she came).
Sungyeol shoves the coffee under her nose when he’s done. Hyerin takes a whiff and a sip before nodding in appreciation.
“What is this, it tastes good!”
“Something I made up,” he says lightly.
“Hmm.”
The two friends sat in silence for a bit, simply enjoying the peace and each other’s company.
“Yeol-ah, can I ask you something?”
“You just did.”
“Have you had a girlfriend before?”
He turns to her quickly. “What?”
“I asked if you if you’ve had a girlfriend before. Or maybe you have one now.”
“I…have had a girlfriend before, but I don’t have one now.”
“Really? What was she like?”
“…”
“Yah, are you sure you’re not lying?”
“I’m not! I just don’t know how to describe her.”
Hyerin pauses. “Fine, then why don’t you have a girlfriend now?”
Sungyeol is honestly stumped by the question. He isn’t exactly one who always has a girlfriend, but it has been months since he’s dated anyone. In fact, he hasn’t gone out with anyone since he met Hyerin.
“There hasn’t been anyone…special lately,” he said carefully.
“Picky much?” Hyerin laughs.
Sungyeol snorts. “You’re one to talk Rin. ‘He’s too tall,’ was your reason for not going out with that one guy.”
“I like for guys to just be able to put their chin on my head okay. He was about seven centimeters too tall for that,” Hyerin says indignantly.
Sungyeol chuckles. “But Rin-ah, if you don’t stop being so picky you’ll never find a guy for you.”
Hyerin shrugs. “Better alone than with someone I don’t like.”
“Hmm I guess. Why did you ask though?”
“Just wondering.”
--
Hyerin sweeps in one day three months later, five days before Sungyeol’s birthday. She is a mess, her face flushed, hair wild, eyes panicking.
“Rin-ah, what’s wrong?” Sungyeol asks, immediately stopping what he’s doing.
She doesn’t say anything but wraps her arms around him tightly. “Tell me your name,” she whispers, staring straight into his eyes.
“Lee Sungyeol…”
“Do you remember a girl on the swings twelve years ago?”
Sungyeol stops to think for a moment. He recalls a swingset and yes, one little girl who stood on the swings and swung just a bit too high. “Yes?”
“What was her name?”
He had no answer.
“Do you remember a girl on a bike nine years ago?”
This memory is fresher, a whoosh that flew past him and almost ended his life then and there. “Yes?”
“What was her name?”
“…I don’t know.”
“Well I do,” she breathes before pulling his lips down to meet hers.
Sungyeol is shocked for a moment before wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her back.
Her lips are soft but they are fire against his, searing two watery memories from years ago along with every little moment of the past seven months.
When Hyerin finally lets him go, Sungyeol murmurs, “What is her name?” even though he already knows the answer because fate had him down for her the moment he was born.
“Lee Hyerin,” she answers before claiming his lips again.
pairing: sungyeol / oc
description: People who are meant to be together, always find each other in the end.
note: written for yeolbear who was being shameless when I asked her what pairing I should write...
Sungyeol is five years old when he first meets a rebellious little girl who has too much to say and too little time to express it all. He is sitting on the swings at the park a block away from his house, resting after taking a dangerous adventure on top of the monkey bars. A tiny child (because even then he was tall) totters up and jumps onto the swing. Sungyeol didn’t think much of it until she boldly stood up on the seat and began swinging too fast and too high.
“Yah! That’s dangerous!” Sungyeol exclaims. He doesn’t want to be the one responsible when she falls off and breaks a bone.
All he gets is a defiant look as she swings even higher as if accentuating the point that she could care less.
“How old are you, god. Shouldn’t you still be on the baby swings?” he mutters under his breath.
“For your information I’m four years old, five in two months,” the girl says before springing off the swing and walking off.
Sungyeol wonders at the girl’s attitude and wonders if he was like that a year ago.
--
Three years later Sungyeol is biking home from school and was thinking about what his mother might have prepared for dinner before he is almost knocked off his bike by a mess of flying hair zooms by.
“YAH! Watch where you’re going!” he calls.
The figure comes to an abrupt halt that leaves tire marks on the sidewalk.
“Maybe next time you should stay closer to the side or move a little faster then,” an exasperated voice says.
Sungyeol glares at the person who could have killed him. “Excuse me for wanting to take my sweet time getting home.”
The girl rolls her eyes before stepping back onto the pedals and riding out of sight in an instant.
--
Sungyeol is seventeen and working at the coffee shop near his school, ready to close up for the day when someone wrenches open the door and stomps in, making the bells clang together harshly as they are jostled from a resting position.
“Americano please. Now.”
Sungyeol stares at a pair of exhausted but fierce eyes. “Excuse me ma’am our hours are over-“
“I don’t care. Just make me the coffee.”
He inspects her for another moment before beginning to create the order (which is his favorite too).
The demanding young woman settles at the table in the furthest corner of the shop and drops her head into her hands with a sigh. There was stress and frustration and all sorts of emotions radiating from the tense figure.
Sungyeol finished making the coffee and brought it to her table.
“Here you go ma’am.” He sets the drink down and turns to walk away. Something makes him pause though. Sungyeol is naturally a curious person; he likes to know things and uses them to analyse people (not to mention he is very good at it).
“Hey…is everything okay?” Sungyeol decides to turn around and ask a question he already knew the answer to.
“Yes, of course, everything is fucking fantastic. My mother is a bitch, everyone I know is an idiot, and none of my friends are real friends. What do you think?”
The tall boy was slightly surprised by her fiery response. He’d expected a flat no and nothing more and instead he got a mouthful of anger.
“What’s going on?” he decides to ask against his better conscience.
“Why do you care?”
There was a quick silence before she sighed again.
“Oh fuck it. It’s not like you can tell anyone. My mother won’t ever leave me alone, and she evidently does not give a single shit about me at all. I had a fever and she made me go to school. I came home and fainted.”
Sungyeol’s eyes widened. His mother made the biggest fuss when he was sick and often made him stay home for two days “just in case,” and here was a girl whose mother wouldn’t even let her off for an hour.
She continued talking, telling him everything and anything that was going wrong in her life (which was just about everything). In ten minutes, Sungyeol learned more about her than anyone else had ever known in however many years they’d known her.
The long monologue ended, and she took a deep breath. “God that was a lot. Why did I even tell you all of that? Oh never mind, I already did so there’s not much I can do is there?”
Sungyeol wasn’t sure if he should answer that or not, so he simply stared at her.
By now the coffee was cold, and Sungyeol offered to make another one.
“No need. I like them better cold anyway,” she said before stepping out of the shop.
“Wait!” Sungyeol called out.
“Hmm?” She stuck her head back in.
“What’s your name?”
“Lee Hyerin,” the girl said with a little smile before disappearing from his sight.
--
“Yah, make me an Americano,” a familiar voice says.
Sungyeol looks up to see fierce eyes twinkling playfully.
“You’re getting a caramel macchiato,” he says.
Hyerin laughs before heading to the back table (the same one that she’d sat at the first time and every time she came).
Sungyeol shoves the coffee under her nose when he’s done. Hyerin takes a whiff and a sip before nodding in appreciation.
“What is this, it tastes good!”
“Something I made up,” he says lightly.
“Hmm.”
The two friends sat in silence for a bit, simply enjoying the peace and each other’s company.
“Yeol-ah, can I ask you something?”
“You just did.”
“Have you had a girlfriend before?”
He turns to her quickly. “What?”
“I asked if you if you’ve had a girlfriend before. Or maybe you have one now.”
“I…have had a girlfriend before, but I don’t have one now.”
“Really? What was she like?”
“…”
“Yah, are you sure you’re not lying?”
“I’m not! I just don’t know how to describe her.”
Hyerin pauses. “Fine, then why don’t you have a girlfriend now?”
Sungyeol is honestly stumped by the question. He isn’t exactly one who always has a girlfriend, but it has been months since he’s dated anyone. In fact, he hasn’t gone out with anyone since he met Hyerin.
“There hasn’t been anyone…special lately,” he said carefully.
“Picky much?” Hyerin laughs.
Sungyeol snorts. “You’re one to talk Rin. ‘He’s too tall,’ was your reason for not going out with that one guy.”
“I like for guys to just be able to put their chin on my head okay. He was about seven centimeters too tall for that,” Hyerin says indignantly.
Sungyeol chuckles. “But Rin-ah, if you don’t stop being so picky you’ll never find a guy for you.”
Hyerin shrugs. “Better alone than with someone I don’t like.”
“Hmm I guess. Why did you ask though?”
“Just wondering.”
--
Hyerin sweeps in one day three months later, five days before Sungyeol’s birthday. She is a mess, her face flushed, hair wild, eyes panicking.
“Rin-ah, what’s wrong?” Sungyeol asks, immediately stopping what he’s doing.
She doesn’t say anything but wraps her arms around him tightly. “Tell me your name,” she whispers, staring straight into his eyes.
“Lee Sungyeol…”
“Do you remember a girl on the swings twelve years ago?”
Sungyeol stops to think for a moment. He recalls a swingset and yes, one little girl who stood on the swings and swung just a bit too high. “Yes?”
“What was her name?”
He had no answer.
“Do you remember a girl on a bike nine years ago?”
This memory is fresher, a whoosh that flew past him and almost ended his life then and there. “Yes?”
“What was her name?”
“…I don’t know.”
“Well I do,” she breathes before pulling his lips down to meet hers.
Sungyeol is shocked for a moment before wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her back.
Her lips are soft but they are fire against his, searing two watery memories from years ago along with every little moment of the past seven months.
When Hyerin finally lets him go, Sungyeol murmurs, “What is her name?” even though he already knows the answer because fate had him down for her the moment he was born.
“Lee Hyerin,” she answers before claiming his lips again.