Fix You
Title: Fix You
Pairing: TaeNy
A/N: I lied on my last author note. Inspired by THIS listen to it while reading i guess? Thanks to this really awesome unnie for beta-ing. I have bad grammar and English.
Taeyeon excitedly opens the door and enters the house that she knows too well.
Her eyes scan each corner of the seemingly deserted house. It doesn’t take her that long to finally see the big sign plastered on the wall, and she finds herself laughing at what’s written on the giant banner.
Welcome home, and Congratulations, Dr. Kim Taeyeon!
How long has it been? She mentally asks herself.
Taeyeon lets her hand slide along the rough surface of the wall, her mind is in complete tranquility as she recalls the memories she had made inside this very house.
It has definitely been way too long.
She carefully walks up the stairs and into the room she used to spend her childhood days in. Her lips immediately curl into a smile when she sees a picture of herself placed on the now too small study desk her father had bought her.
Taeyeon makes her way towards the sole picture hanging loosely on her bedroom mirror. She carefully eyes the photo, smiling cheek to cheek as she gingerly runs her fingers along the face on the photograph, the face she had missed so much. Almost too much. Taeyeon slightly chokes as tears uncontrollably stain her shirt.
“You’re home earlier than expected!”
Taeyeon frantically wipes away the tears on her cheeks and quickly turns around, giving her mother a completely dorky smile.
“Mom! I’ve missed you so much!” Taeyeon yells and runs towards the old woman. She wraps her arms around the frail figure and sulks when she realizes her mother had lost so much weight.
“There, there. My bones aren’t strong like yours.” The lady says, pulling herself away from Taeyeon’s embrace.
Taeyeon bitterly laughs at her mother’s remark, her mind is still weary of the fact that her mother is becoming rather weak.
“Mom…” Taeyeon tries to speak but ultimately fails as tears endlessly stream down her eyes.
Taeyeon clears her throat and tries to talk again, this time somewhat successful.
“I’m sorry…” Her words become lost in the sea of tears and emotions.
But the woman seems to have understood what Taeyeon wanted to say and merely smiles when her daughter suddenly pulls her in for a hug.
She knows just how much Taeyeon had to go through in America and just how much pain her daughter has been carrying for the past ten years. A mother always knows these things. They know when their child is happy, or sad, or in pain. And Taeyeon’s mom is no different from those moms. She knows how much Taeyeon wanted to fix things, to make things right for a certain bubbly girl. And that is exactly why she had agreed to Taeyeon’s determination of studying abroad, and to her, it doesn’t matter how many jobs she has to take to financially support her daughter’s decision, because she knows Taeyeon will make her proud one way or another.
“She’s waiting for you downstairs.” The woman says lovingly as she strokes her child’s red locks.
Taeyeon’s heart skips a beat when her mother urges her downstairs, to finally meet the one she’s been yearning to hold in her arms for all these years.
She gradually walks downstairs, her heart pounds rapidly with every step she takes. She turns around to where her mom is standing and smiles when the woman only beams happily and motions for her to continue down the stairs.
Ten years all comes down to this. Ten years of waiting, of yearning, of pain and suffering all comes down to this one moment, where Taeyeon finally gets to see her again.
“Hey…”
The soft familiar voice Taeyeon has missed so much rings her ears and she swears she can cry right then and there. But Taeyeon swallows the lump inside her throat and simply smiles at the girl in front of her.
The sight of her still sitting on a wheelchair rips Taeyeon’s heart into pieces.
Taeyeon slowly makes her way towards the smiling girl, and with a heavy heart, she flashes the girl her biggest smile. But it soon disappears when she notices the cuts on the girl’s hands.
“Oh these are nothing. I was helping auntie and sorta dropped the flower vase, and you know how I’m such a klutz. But they will soon - “
“I love you.” Taeyeon says, completely ignoring the girl’s explanation.
“I love you and I’ve missed you so much. God I look so pathetic right now.” Taeyeon manages to say in between her sobs.
The girl lifts her arms and uses them to push the large wheels on both her sides, ready to make her way towards Taeyeon.
“No. Don’t. I’ll come to you.” Taeyeon says as she recklessly pumps her short legs and runs to the girl’s side.
Taeyeon kneels down; her heart throbs even more as she stares into the pair of eyes she loves the most. She softly caresses the girl’s cheeks and threads her hand through the girl’s thin hair, her voice trembles as she speaks.
“You grew up so beautifully, Tiffany.”
Tiffany shyly smiles at Taeyeon’s comment.
…
Tiffany bites her tongue and stares at the disheveled girl in front of her. She pushes her wheels and herself closer and dabs the antiseptic cotton on the older girl’s left cheek. Tiffany can feel the girl shake in pain and lowers her eyes to the cuts on the Taeyeon’s hands. She gently lifts Taeyeon’s hand and carefully traces the swollen cuts, her heart sinking to the pit of her stomach at each yelp of pain that comes out of the Taeyeon’s mouth.
Her vision becomes a haze as tears threaten to fall. She represses any sounds that might force their way out and silently sobs as she continues to stare at the pair of hands in front of her.
“Wh-why Taeyeon?”
“What do you mean why? I can’t just stand there and watch them talk crap about you!”
“You should’ve just left me alone and-“
“And why on earth would I do that!” Taeyeon yells and walks out the room, ignoring Tiffany’s answer.
Tiffany can’t seem to understand why Taeyeon would waste her time on someone as useless as her. Tiffany is nothing but a burden to people around her. She can’t do anything right for once; she can’t even protect herself, can’t even go anywhere without someone pushing her wheelchair, can’t even walk up the stairs and is always late to class. She’s cursed to sit on this wheelchair for the rest of her life, so she doesn’t understand why Taeyeon, the school’s smartest student, the one with a bright and successful future, would risk getting cuts and bruises on her face, just to defend Tiffany. She doesn’t understand why Taeyeon would care about her, because no one ever does.
Sometimes she wishes Taeyeon would stop being a martyr, because with each new bruise on Taeyeon’s body, Tiffany’s heart dies a little inside.
…
“So…how pretty is it there…in America?”
Taeyeon lifts her head up and gazes at the empty sky; she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath before answering Tiffany.
“Nothing compared to home.”
Tiffany chuckles; she slowly pushes her wheels and strolls past the bench where Taeyeon remains seated and onto the playground.
She pumps her hands faster, exerting more force so that the wheelchair will move quicker and finally stops when she reaches the spot she wants. Tiffany then twists the wheels and turns around to face Taeyeon.
Taeyeon abruptly stands up when she realizes Tiffany is no longer sitting beside her, but only stops when Tiffany signals her to sit back down.
“Yah Kim Taeyeon!”
Taeyeon is startled when she hears Tiffany yelling from across the playing ground. It takes her a moment or two to realize what Tiffany wants to do and she immediately stands up, cups her mouth and yells as loud as she can.
“Miyoung!”
Tiffany scowls and pumps her fist in the air, warning Taeyeon that if she ever calls her by that name again, things will get quite ugly.
“So how are you feeling right now?” Tiffany yells once again.
Taeyeon bites her tongue and forces herself to speak through her tears.
“I’m fine! And how are you?”
“I’m good! A bit tired, but I’m happy now that you are back! I’ve missed you!”
“Well I hope you don’t have a boyfriend yet because I’m going to be extremely heartbroken if you do!” Taeyeon jokes around, although tears are still flowing down her eyes.
Tiffany smiles and wipes away tears of her own, she tries to talk but nothing comes out as she is now completely drowning herself with tears.
Taeyeon notices this and runs to the girl’s aid, afraid that Tiffany might be feeling sick or tired.
Her fingers lightly lace themselves around Tiffany’s as she kneels down and wipes away the girl’s tears.
“What’s wrong?”
Tiffany shakes her head, she tightens her fingers around Taeyeon’s hands, thinking that this might be too good to be true.
“I’m home now; I promise I will never leave.” Taeyeon tries to calm the girl, but finds it hard because she herself is also shedding some tears of her own.
Tiffany nuzzles her face on Taeyeon’s neck and whispers softly.
“I love you.”
…
“Doctor huh?”
“Yeah…”
“For how long?”
“About…ten years…”
Tiffany feels her heart sink as she sees the plane ticket neatly placed on top of Taeyeon’s bed. How is she going to survive without Taeyeon? How is she going to go through a single day without Taeyeon?
“I’ll fix you.”
Fix her?
Tiffany finally lets her tears fall down as she cries in Taeyeon’s arms. She wonders if she weren’t crippled, would Taeyeon ever leave or would Taeyeon ever change her dreams.
“I’ll become a good surgeon, and you won’t have to worry about anything else. I’ll fix your leg, I promise I will.”
And Tiffany weeps at the sincerity in Taeyeon’s voice.
…
“America is something else. They can help you there, I’ve already talked to my chief orthopedic, and he’s willing to operate on you. Come with - “
Taeyeon stops her sentence when she senses the irritation on Tiffany’s face.
Tiffany never asked for this. She never asked for Taeyeon’s pity or for the girl to give up her dreams of becoming a singer. She never asked Taeyeon to take any full responsibility for her disability. She never wanted Taeyeon to become a doctor, she never wanted Taeyeon to leave Korea, to leave her for something far out of her reach.
“I…you must see me as some petty cripple.” Tiffany says, her voice quivers as tears once again threaten their way out.
Taeyeon mentally wants to smack herself for being careless. All she ever wanted was to make Tiffany happy, but she’s starting to think otherwise as she painfully watches the girl struggle to stroll herself out of the house.
All Taeyeon ever wanted was to make Tiffany happy. And it doesn’t matter to her how hard she had to try, she just wanted to see the girl she loves so much laugh again. And it hurts her to no end that after all these years of promises, she still can’t prove herself to Tiffany, to prove to her how much she loves and cherishes this one lively girl.
Tiffany stops from her tracks when she hears Taeyeon speak.
“I don’t see you as a cripple. I’ve done nothing but make you cry. And this one chance that I get to fix things for you…”
Taeyeon tries to speak as flood of tears gush themselves down her pale cheeks.
“I don’t want you to get the surgery. I don’t want you to get it if it means you hating me, if it means not being able to be with you. I know it’s selfish, but you want me to be honest, so I’m being honest right now. Being a doctor means nothing if I can’t even be with you. It’s worthless. And I’m sorry I’m just realizing that now.”
Tiffany cries even more as Taeyeon reaches out and strokes her hair, her heart flutters when Taeyeon plants feathery kisses on her lips.
“You’ve already fixed me…” Tiffany hoarsely whispers. She takes Taeyeon’s hand and places it on top of her chest. Her eyes slowly turn into crescent - moons as she smiles the smile Taeyeon has always wanted to see.
“I’m already fixed.”
And it doesn’t take Taeyeon that long to grasp the meaning behind Tiffany’s response.
Pairing: TaeNy
A/N: I lied on my last author note. Inspired by THIS listen to it while reading i guess? Thanks to this really awesome unnie for beta-ing. I have bad grammar and English.
Taeyeon excitedly opens the door and enters the house that she knows too well.
Her eyes scan each corner of the seemingly deserted house. It doesn’t take her that long to finally see the big sign plastered on the wall, and she finds herself laughing at what’s written on the giant banner.
Welcome home, and Congratulations, Dr. Kim Taeyeon!
How long has it been? She mentally asks herself.
Taeyeon lets her hand slide along the rough surface of the wall, her mind is in complete tranquility as she recalls the memories she had made inside this very house.
It has definitely been way too long.
She carefully walks up the stairs and into the room she used to spend her childhood days in. Her lips immediately curl into a smile when she sees a picture of herself placed on the now too small study desk her father had bought her.
Taeyeon makes her way towards the sole picture hanging loosely on her bedroom mirror. She carefully eyes the photo, smiling cheek to cheek as she gingerly runs her fingers along the face on the photograph, the face she had missed so much. Almost too much. Taeyeon slightly chokes as tears uncontrollably stain her shirt.
“You’re home earlier than expected!”
Taeyeon frantically wipes away the tears on her cheeks and quickly turns around, giving her mother a completely dorky smile.
“Mom! I’ve missed you so much!” Taeyeon yells and runs towards the old woman. She wraps her arms around the frail figure and sulks when she realizes her mother had lost so much weight.
“There, there. My bones aren’t strong like yours.” The lady says, pulling herself away from Taeyeon’s embrace.
Taeyeon bitterly laughs at her mother’s remark, her mind is still weary of the fact that her mother is becoming rather weak.
“Mom…” Taeyeon tries to speak but ultimately fails as tears endlessly stream down her eyes.
Taeyeon clears her throat and tries to talk again, this time somewhat successful.
“I’m sorry…” Her words become lost in the sea of tears and emotions.
But the woman seems to have understood what Taeyeon wanted to say and merely smiles when her daughter suddenly pulls her in for a hug.
She knows just how much Taeyeon had to go through in America and just how much pain her daughter has been carrying for the past ten years. A mother always knows these things. They know when their child is happy, or sad, or in pain. And Taeyeon’s mom is no different from those moms. She knows how much Taeyeon wanted to fix things, to make things right for a certain bubbly girl. And that is exactly why she had agreed to Taeyeon’s determination of studying abroad, and to her, it doesn’t matter how many jobs she has to take to financially support her daughter’s decision, because she knows Taeyeon will make her proud one way or another.
“She’s waiting for you downstairs.” The woman says lovingly as she strokes her child’s red locks.
Taeyeon’s heart skips a beat when her mother urges her downstairs, to finally meet the one she’s been yearning to hold in her arms for all these years.
She gradually walks downstairs, her heart pounds rapidly with every step she takes. She turns around to where her mom is standing and smiles when the woman only beams happily and motions for her to continue down the stairs.
Ten years all comes down to this. Ten years of waiting, of yearning, of pain and suffering all comes down to this one moment, where Taeyeon finally gets to see her again.
“Hey…”
The soft familiar voice Taeyeon has missed so much rings her ears and she swears she can cry right then and there. But Taeyeon swallows the lump inside her throat and simply smiles at the girl in front of her.
The sight of her still sitting on a wheelchair rips Taeyeon’s heart into pieces.
Taeyeon slowly makes her way towards the smiling girl, and with a heavy heart, she flashes the girl her biggest smile. But it soon disappears when she notices the cuts on the girl’s hands.
“Oh these are nothing. I was helping auntie and sorta dropped the flower vase, and you know how I’m such a klutz. But they will soon - “
“I love you.” Taeyeon says, completely ignoring the girl’s explanation.
“I love you and I’ve missed you so much. God I look so pathetic right now.” Taeyeon manages to say in between her sobs.
The girl lifts her arms and uses them to push the large wheels on both her sides, ready to make her way towards Taeyeon.
“No. Don’t. I’ll come to you.” Taeyeon says as she recklessly pumps her short legs and runs to the girl’s side.
Taeyeon kneels down; her heart throbs even more as she stares into the pair of eyes she loves the most. She softly caresses the girl’s cheeks and threads her hand through the girl’s thin hair, her voice trembles as she speaks.
“You grew up so beautifully, Tiffany.”
Tiffany shyly smiles at Taeyeon’s comment.
…
Tiffany bites her tongue and stares at the disheveled girl in front of her. She pushes her wheels and herself closer and dabs the antiseptic cotton on the older girl’s left cheek. Tiffany can feel the girl shake in pain and lowers her eyes to the cuts on the Taeyeon’s hands. She gently lifts Taeyeon’s hand and carefully traces the swollen cuts, her heart sinking to the pit of her stomach at each yelp of pain that comes out of the Taeyeon’s mouth.
Her vision becomes a haze as tears threaten to fall. She represses any sounds that might force their way out and silently sobs as she continues to stare at the pair of hands in front of her.
“Wh-why Taeyeon?”
“What do you mean why? I can’t just stand there and watch them talk crap about you!”
“You should’ve just left me alone and-“
“And why on earth would I do that!” Taeyeon yells and walks out the room, ignoring Tiffany’s answer.
Tiffany can’t seem to understand why Taeyeon would waste her time on someone as useless as her. Tiffany is nothing but a burden to people around her. She can’t do anything right for once; she can’t even protect herself, can’t even go anywhere without someone pushing her wheelchair, can’t even walk up the stairs and is always late to class. She’s cursed to sit on this wheelchair for the rest of her life, so she doesn’t understand why Taeyeon, the school’s smartest student, the one with a bright and successful future, would risk getting cuts and bruises on her face, just to defend Tiffany. She doesn’t understand why Taeyeon would care about her, because no one ever does.
Sometimes she wishes Taeyeon would stop being a martyr, because with each new bruise on Taeyeon’s body, Tiffany’s heart dies a little inside.
…
“So…how pretty is it there…in America?”
Taeyeon lifts her head up and gazes at the empty sky; she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath before answering Tiffany.
“Nothing compared to home.”
Tiffany chuckles; she slowly pushes her wheels and strolls past the bench where Taeyeon remains seated and onto the playground.
She pumps her hands faster, exerting more force so that the wheelchair will move quicker and finally stops when she reaches the spot she wants. Tiffany then twists the wheels and turns around to face Taeyeon.
Taeyeon abruptly stands up when she realizes Tiffany is no longer sitting beside her, but only stops when Tiffany signals her to sit back down.
“Yah Kim Taeyeon!”
Taeyeon is startled when she hears Tiffany yelling from across the playing ground. It takes her a moment or two to realize what Tiffany wants to do and she immediately stands up, cups her mouth and yells as loud as she can.
“Miyoung!”
Tiffany scowls and pumps her fist in the air, warning Taeyeon that if she ever calls her by that name again, things will get quite ugly.
“So how are you feeling right now?” Tiffany yells once again.
Taeyeon bites her tongue and forces herself to speak through her tears.
“I’m fine! And how are you?”
“I’m good! A bit tired, but I’m happy now that you are back! I’ve missed you!”
“Well I hope you don’t have a boyfriend yet because I’m going to be extremely heartbroken if you do!” Taeyeon jokes around, although tears are still flowing down her eyes.
Tiffany smiles and wipes away tears of her own, she tries to talk but nothing comes out as she is now completely drowning herself with tears.
Taeyeon notices this and runs to the girl’s aid, afraid that Tiffany might be feeling sick or tired.
Her fingers lightly lace themselves around Tiffany’s as she kneels down and wipes away the girl’s tears.
“What’s wrong?”
Tiffany shakes her head, she tightens her fingers around Taeyeon’s hands, thinking that this might be too good to be true.
“I’m home now; I promise I will never leave.” Taeyeon tries to calm the girl, but finds it hard because she herself is also shedding some tears of her own.
Tiffany nuzzles her face on Taeyeon’s neck and whispers softly.
“I love you.”
…
“Doctor huh?”
“Yeah…”
“For how long?”
“About…ten years…”
Tiffany feels her heart sink as she sees the plane ticket neatly placed on top of Taeyeon’s bed. How is she going to survive without Taeyeon? How is she going to go through a single day without Taeyeon?
“I’ll fix you.”
Fix her?
Tiffany finally lets her tears fall down as she cries in Taeyeon’s arms. She wonders if she weren’t crippled, would Taeyeon ever leave or would Taeyeon ever change her dreams.
“I’ll become a good surgeon, and you won’t have to worry about anything else. I’ll fix your leg, I promise I will.”
And Tiffany weeps at the sincerity in Taeyeon’s voice.
…
“America is something else. They can help you there, I’ve already talked to my chief orthopedic, and he’s willing to operate on you. Come with - “
Taeyeon stops her sentence when she senses the irritation on Tiffany’s face.
Tiffany never asked for this. She never asked for Taeyeon’s pity or for the girl to give up her dreams of becoming a singer. She never asked Taeyeon to take any full responsibility for her disability. She never wanted Taeyeon to become a doctor, she never wanted Taeyeon to leave Korea, to leave her for something far out of her reach.
“I…you must see me as some petty cripple.” Tiffany says, her voice quivers as tears once again threaten their way out.
Taeyeon mentally wants to smack herself for being careless. All she ever wanted was to make Tiffany happy, but she’s starting to think otherwise as she painfully watches the girl struggle to stroll herself out of the house.
All Taeyeon ever wanted was to make Tiffany happy. And it doesn’t matter to her how hard she had to try, she just wanted to see the girl she loves so much laugh again. And it hurts her to no end that after all these years of promises, she still can’t prove herself to Tiffany, to prove to her how much she loves and cherishes this one lively girl.
Tiffany stops from her tracks when she hears Taeyeon speak.
“I don’t see you as a cripple. I’ve done nothing but make you cry. And this one chance that I get to fix things for you…”
Taeyeon tries to speak as flood of tears gush themselves down her pale cheeks.
“I don’t want you to get the surgery. I don’t want you to get it if it means you hating me, if it means not being able to be with you. I know it’s selfish, but you want me to be honest, so I’m being honest right now. Being a doctor means nothing if I can’t even be with you. It’s worthless. And I’m sorry I’m just realizing that now.”
Tiffany cries even more as Taeyeon reaches out and strokes her hair, her heart flutters when Taeyeon plants feathery kisses on her lips.
“You’ve already fixed me…” Tiffany hoarsely whispers. She takes Taeyeon’s hand and places it on top of her chest. Her eyes slowly turn into crescent - moons as she smiles the smile Taeyeon has always wanted to see.
“I’m already fixed.”
And it doesn’t take Taeyeon that long to grasp the meaning behind Tiffany’s response.