Thursday, May 31, 2012
Over Thinking [ Luhan x You ]
Getting me stuck with my own tedious feelings,
emotions, thoughts and ideas kills. It’s a fight that I can never win. There’s
simply no opponent, but myself, who I know the most. Jealousy is hard to
overcome, because when you love someone that much, it’s just hard to let
another person into the closely woven friendship.
I feel hot. It’s weird, because it’s pretty
cool today. But the hotness is coming from my body itself, and it gives an
effect harder than what the outer temperature can do to me. It pains me to just
think about them being so close of a friend right now.
Why did things turn out this way? It’s all
because she sat behind him that started their relationship. I’m jealous, indeed
jealous. There’s no description to the immense jealousy I have inside of me
right now. Yet, I can’t do a thing but sulk myself.
Luhan was my best friend, my one and only
close friend. We do everything together, there’s only the two of us, until she
transferred to our school. Still, she wasn’t our ‘type’ to hang with. UNTIL she
sat behind him. I want to cry. He started acting her strong personality,
started talking to her and finding her much more amusing and exciting to hang
out with.
That’s because she’s so different from
Luhan, she actually attracts his attention easily. She’s good at mechanical things,
she has an open and carefree personality, and she’s not the type of girl with
good grades and follows teacher’s orders. But she tries hard when she wants to,
and she is a good friend. That’s what she fit well in our school fast. She has
a horrible background that immediately has people care for her, but that’s not
something Luhan knew until he became so familiar with her.
I didn’t know they started exchanging
numbers, and I didn’t know Luhan has called her so many times. He even went to
her house. Because she couldn’t sleep, so she asked Luhan to chat with her for
the whole night. I acted like I didn’t care, acted like she was my friend, too,
but I cry when I’m alone. I want my best friend back. This is so wrong of me,
because she never was my enemy, she never did anything wrong to me, she doesn’t
have any reason for me to dislike her and his relationship so much.
Today, she had to take a leave from her
school. I didn’t know what was wrong until Luhan told me after school, that she
lives in an abusive family. He explained that she has spent a lot of time at
our school’s counseling office talking to our counsel teacher about her
problem. They suggested she leaves the family for a while and should take a
break from school for a week. After that, Luhan repeated their conversation to
me.
“Where are you going?” He asked.
“Somewhere safe.” She replied calmly.
Then after Luhan came to my house, we
started watching The Phantom of Opera. In the middle of the movie, he suddenly
says he misses her. I froze, but managed a reply. “One week, that’s really
long.”
Luhan sighed. “I like her cool aura and
behavior a lot!”
Yeah,
yeah. I know. She’s so different from me, so new to
him that he can’t help but want to get attached to. Being with her, he’s never
going to be bored or in an awkward situation.
I’ve never been the social type; I believe
I’m so much mature than everyone in our class. Boy was I so wrong. She’s in
something much more complicated than what I’m feeling and thinking. My negative
and dreary thoughts are something I
can stop, but abuse, is not something
she can take control of. It’s not like I do anything bad to her, but I just can’t
stand Luhan putting me in second place.
Maybe I should try to be her best friend,
too? Maybe I should act more open? I want to get rid of my jealousy, my distain,
my stupid mind of thoughts!
But that’s like telling me not to feel.
I want someone to be with me…to always stay
with me, yet I’m acting so childish. I’m acting as if this world is resolving
around me. Which is wrong of me to think so. I want to be saved, BADLY.
“I hate myself…”
Labels: Lu Han, Oneshot: Over Thinking, You
Sunday, May 27, 2012
Protection [ Kai x You ]
Her eyes meet Kai for the first time. She kept on watching him. Though one day, he was no longer in her eyesight. Will she ever be able to see the boy who her eyes have been watching?
I smile
wildly, secret doing a happy dance in my mind. Kai has just chosen to be the
student council president! He has produced a great speech, a great performance
on stage, including the fact that he already has a good reputation with
seniors, juniors and basically everyone. Because of that, I have quite a good
impression on him, but it’s not like I know him that well.
My
friends and I were practicing volleyball the other day, and Kai was also there
with a few classmates. Our volleyball rolled to Kai and his group of friends’
way, and he helped me pick it up. He smiled while pointing to another ball
rolling out of the court and onto the race track. I was clueless at that time,
so I didn’t know what he wanted me to do. And now I regret embarrassing myself
for my idleness. He just wanted me to get his ball for him to exchange with
mine. My face flushed a bright red when I found out what his intentions were,
but too late, he already tossed back my volleyball and went to get his ball
himself.
Around
time to time, I would stare at Kai as he passes the hallway, but never once did
he look this way.
Then one
day, he was gone. The news was everywhere. Kai has transferred to another
school, and leaving his student council position. It was extremely frustrating,
but the co-president took up Kai’s role and managed to quiet down the rants.
I sort of
understand why he’s leaving. With the entrance exam to aim for a better
university’s coming closer, he needs the best surroundings, somewhere he can
just study. But our school isn’t like that. We have variety of problems,
countless bad students that always ruin the atmosphere in class. Unless you’re
a very self-centered person or someone that’s good at blocking out noises, then
it wouldn’t matter to where you are learning. But maybe to Kai…He can’t stand
the ruckus anymore.
Which
hurts, even though he’s saying it indirectly that he dislikes all of us.
-
After a
semester, my mom intrigued me to go to cram school. I had no choice, it was
either I fail my studies or get help. It’s kind of fun really, it’s fun to take
transportations to the cram school. It’s far, and I like that, because no one
from my school goes there. I can avoid being compared.
Walking
up the staircase to the third floor of the cram school, I secretly wonder what
the cram school looks like. All I know is that they’re pretty famous. I’m here
to take a test, to see how much lessons I’ve remembered from the past semesters.
It’s a pretty big area you need to review, but if they wanted us to do well,
they would have told us earlier about this test.
Either
way, I’m up here. It’s luxurious, and the walls are all full of student’s names
and what university they got into and who got first place in their class. The
list is incredibly long.
“I’m here
for the PET test.” You tell one of the counter girls.
“Right
this way.” She leads me to the elevator. We wait for a little why before the
door slides open and she motions for me to step in. Then she pressed the number
ten. I wonder why we’re going to the tenth floor. “The PET test is taken on the
tenth floor, and don’t worry about your dinner. We’ve prepared it.” I smile politely.
Soon we
were up there, it wasn’t as fancy as the third floor yet I could less. The
counter girl leads me to another guy and he takes me into the classroom. He
asks for my name and then finds my participation card. He hands it to me before
asking me to sign my name on the seating sheet. I seat on third row on the very
left, the hall is right beside me.
As I walk
down the aisle, I spot something familiar. “Crap.” I couldn’t help but duck my
head and continue to my seat.
Kai’s
just two rows ahead of me. I can see him perfectly, because he’s a little to
the right and I stare at the side of his face for a while. It’s beautiful,
literally. I like how he focuses on the book he’s reading.
I wonder
if he remembers me, I wonder if he would say hi. I wonder if I should. We
barely talked before, and it was only me who was so clingy in our little
interaction. But…He must have seen me before. Just like that, he turns his head
my way and I freeze. I instantly look down and bury myself in my hands.
After the
six long hours of taking five subjects, including dinner hour, they finally
released us. I was dying, from boredom and tiredness. All I wanted to do was
sleep.
All of us
squish into the elevator, taking the ride to floor one. And as I wait for all
of them to leave, I noticed Kai was waiting for me to leave first. To avoid
another embarrassing moment, I left first.
Suddenly,
something grabbed onto my shoulder. I freaked out. It was eight, it was late, it
was dark, and I am alone. “Hey.” The voice says. It sort of calms me. It doesn’t
sound too harsh, but what am I to say? This may be a pervert with a good voice?
“…” I
turned around.
“I go the
same way; do you want me to accompany you?” He asks. It was only Kai.
I liked
taking the bus by myself, I love enjoying the cool night air alone, even though
I’m quite afraid of what might happen to me, I decline his offer. “No thanks.”
“But—you’re
a girl.” Kai stumbles on his words. “I can’t let you go home alone. Especially
in this kind of public order.”
“We don’t
even know each other. Why don’t you find some other girl?” I shrug. Seriously,
even if it’s nice to have someone protecting me, thinking about me, I’m quite
nervous of the awkwardness that might come if I accept.
“Because
you’re the only one I know that goes the same way.” He looks away while he
talks, but I don’t mind.
“Did the
cram school teachers ask you to go home with me?” I immediately retort.
“No.” He
looks back at me. “I wanted to.” Kai’s grip on my wrist got tighter; his palm
is sweating a little, too.
“Plus, I
don’t go home with someone I don’t know.” I hear myself say, so carefree and
positive. He must have been a little shocked to hear that. I can’t blame him. I
really wanted to say sorry, and we’ll go together if he wants, but I just can’t.
“You know
me. I know you do. So stop denying the fact that you want me to protect you.
What if I was some other guy that randomly put my hands on your shoulder? You
would definitely be scared then, knowing that it’s not just Kai.” He rolls his eyes as he talks.
“You
sound arrogant.” I purse my lips.
“If
arrogant is what makes you listen to me…” Kai shrugs. “Then I could care less.”
“But why,
are you…talking to me?” I question. “Give me the real reason and don’t lie.”
Kai sighs
and pauses for a long time. “I want to tell someone why I transferred and maybe
you can help me reduce the rumors going on in the school. My friends betrayed
me, because they thought I thought they were not good enough for me. I was
hurt.” He explains, a blush slowly forming on his face as I stare at him.
I frown.
He’s entrusting me with something so personal. He seems so vulnerable at the moment;
he really wants a good reputation with everyone and I can tell it bothers him a
lot. I turned around to walk away; hopefully he understands what I want him to
do. And I bet he did, because he came catching up with me down the long
staircases to the MRT station.
“Thank
you.” He speaks up. “I’ll assure you a safe trip home.”
I laugh
at that and was glad that he laughed along, too. This may actually be the start
of a friendship I never thought would ever happen. I was always the same me,
and even though he dropped from the top of the social pyramid, he hasn’t
changed his serene attitude.
Maybe, I
would come to love Kai one day, but that’s another whole type of story.
Labels: Kai, Oneshot: Protection, You
Friday, May 25, 2012
Perceive [ Luhan x You ]
I shunned the world outside of my protective tower,
yet there Luhan was, ranting about my dying life and giving me a sense of direction,
which eventually led to something much more.
People
say I don’t deserve to live, because I’m so weak. This world in this era where
the weak gets defeated humiliated and destroyed. Yet, what’s so different
between you and me?
I was
casted aside from my own community at birth, just because I didn’t get the
vaccination in time. You may be asking why I can’t get it now. Well first of
all, I am already banned from the community, from my own home. I was sold to the Plazatium wolf clan, too. And second, I’m
already infected with an illness that no human made medicine can save me. Some
pills can reduce the disease, but sooner or later, I’d die (but it’s not like I
care).
Surprisingly,
the wolves in my clan are afraid of no disease, and they live with me like I’m
not a major problem to their health, even though they, too casted me to
somewhere secretive, no men can ever step foot in here twice. I have a secret
though. I can actually heal myself and others—when they are desperate.
My
patrons are only a few regular customers, mostly wolves that are wounded badly
and have no time for its injury to heal by itself. I mean, half of them are
people who happen to stumble pass my tower that I call home.
I
remember, in my lifeless and caged life up here, I’ve met a funny guy. He said
I was pretty. I wonder what that meant. Or more like, what he intended to say?
I have long golden locks, it’s extremely long, like literally. I would throw my
hair down for that funny boy to climb up. He’s the first one to use my hair as a
utensil.
“Sweetheart,
please let your hair down.” He would call after a few trips here. It’s
surprising to know that he can find my tower for so many times without getting
lost in the woods. There’s a spell that hides me.
After I
let down my hair and he takes it to climb up, I would always ask him the same question
every time. “Aren’t you afraid of me?”
“Why
would I be afraid of you? I don’t care about your contagious disease.” He would
bow and plant a kiss on my hand. No one has touched me so many times before.
“Are you
a wolf?” I asked when he first came. He doesn’t look like one. He doesn’t have
any special traits that indicate him as a Plazatium. Yet, he has the heartiest
looking face ever, but he doesn’t seem like he’s human, either.
“I’m not
anybody but me. I’m Luhan.” He toys with my hair. “Your hair is really pretty.
Just like yourself.”
“I’m
weak though.” I reply. “I don’t have enough will to explore the world.”
Luahn
continues to examine my hair, letting a thin strand of hair glow in the immense
sunlight. He has his small eyes squinted and his nose scrunched up. What is he
actually? He’s not afraid about my disease; he shouldn’t be after all those
visits. But he shouldn’t get closer to me, I’m dying. And I plan to die alone,
with no regrets.
He’s definitely
making it harder for me to live. Each time he comes, he would praise me of my
beauty, shrug off the fact that I’m ill, encourage me to explore outside of the
tower, jeer at the worthless humans in my community, and complain about how the
wolves don’t pay me much attention at all.
I
noticed he would come at the same time each day, but one day, he didn’t come at
the exact time, but later. Two weeks later he managed to show himself up. I was
bothered by the fact that I’m worrying about where he went and why he went. It’s
not something I should feel.
“Why isn’t
it something you shouldn’t feel?” Luhan asked.
“I’m
dying.”
“You can’t
use ‘dying’ as an excuse to block out the world. You’ve been granted the gift
to see, hear, feel and speak. Yet you’re saying that you shouldn’t do all those
things because you’ll be gone. That’s not right.” He retorted.
“Then
what’s right?” I cross my arms, disliking the fact that he’s correct.
“The
definition of dying without regrets, isn’t it the same as living your life to
the fullest? You’re supposed to experience things or else your life would be of
no meaning, sweetheart.” Luhan
smiled. “I was gone for two weeks, because I went to get you this.” He reaches
for something in his bag and pulls out a small circular thing.
“What’s
that?” You immediately question.
“A
promise ring. I know promise rings are not supposed to be used this way, but I
want you to promise me that you’ll try new things, with me.” Luhan slips the golden ring into the accurate finger and
caress my hand. Then, he leans in to brush his lips against my nose.
Perceiving.
I’m feeling perceiving something tingling in my stomach. It’s not the first
time these stirrings have showed up in my body. It’s been happening a lot
lately, and it seems to happen every time when I’m with Luhan.
“Is
there a spell within the ring? I won’t get punished for not fulfilling the
promise right?” I raised my arm and viewed the golden band from different
places. It’s so shining.
Luhan
laughs. “Of course not. Who would be that crucial?”
“My
community.” I whisper, just enough for Luhan to catch the words. He immediately
frowned. I had a feeling that he’s going to start ranting. I cracked a smile
and held onto his hands. They were soft, silky and…icy cold.
But instead,
he slips his hand away from mine and backs off. I was curious, so I took a step
forward as he continues to walk backwards. I don’t know what he’s doing. If he’s
playing some games with me, I’m totally not buying it.
“What’s
wrong Luhan?” I point my finger at him, accidentally yawning. It just came out
like that. I watch him rub his thumb against his temples continuously.
“You…What
do you feel for me?” He asks sternly, ignoring the sound I made, but he must
have heard it.
That’s a
funny question coming from a funny person. “I don’t know. There’s just these
stirrings that…that stir inside my mind, my body and my…my heart.” I mumble,
suddenly knowing what he’s meaning.
I’m in
love with this unknown creature called Luhan.
“Wait,
are you saying I’m not supposed to love you?” I stare at him.
“No. I
didn’t say that. I just thought…I saw you coughing blood yesterday. I think you
and I know perfectly well, what is about to happen.” Luhan replies. “I’m sorry.
It’s my entire fault.”
“Why?” I
press him harder. It’s true that I’ve been coughing up blood recently, I’ve
been feeling numb from head to toe each morning, sometimes, my vision blurs and
half of the time, I feel like sleeping. I’m dying, I know that, but Luhan’s
finding it his fault? He’s wrong.
“Because
I hastened your process of dying!” He screams.
“Huh?”
“Do you
know that you’re in a mental state right now?” Luhan fiddles with his clothing.
“Me…I’m just something your mind thought up. I don’t know what made you create
me all of a sudden. That’s something only your mind can comprehend.” He says
rather hollowly.
I don’t
even know the answer myself. All I know is that, no wonder he’s so funny,
because he’s not real. No one would be that magical to not get diseased with
me, no one would rant about everything that’s unfair in my life, no one would
have come back to my tower for so many times, no one would have given me a
promise ring, promising something that’s so absurd in my state, and nobody
would have loved me like he did to me.
“Luhan?”
I ask.
“Yes,
sweetheart?”
“Nothing.
I just want to make sure of you.” I whisper.
“Make
sure of me?” He questions.
“You
made me happy.” I say slowly. “I love you.”
Luhan
sags into a chair; his body seems to be weighed down. He doesn’t look at me. I
start to fume, yet I’m so tired. I haven’t gotten a good sleep in so long, I
wonder what it’s like to just lie down and rest. “Go to sleep.” He murmurs.
“Stay
with me?”
“Always.”
He gets into the bed beside me. He uses his arm as a pillow for me to place my
head. Being loved is something I’ll never regret. I yawn and before taking one
last glimpse at Luhan, I doze off—knowing that I’ll never wake up again.
Labels: Lu Han, Oneshot: Perceive, You
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Minhyuk's Kiss
This is such an awesome song! I agree, it should be their debut song. Either way, I was wow-ed, and I seriously wonder where I have seen the main girl before? A drama? She looks like Seo Woo from Cinderella's Sister. Or is it really her? :"> She looks incredibly young, I didn't know she was twenty-six years old already.
Labels: Lee Minhyuk
Sunday, May 6, 2012
Happy Birthday: Byun Baekhyun!
Happy belated birthday Baekhyun.You're definitely my fave member from EXO! Man, you're making me want to write you a story. Ish, I should stop staring at your photo like some stalker.
✌(◠‿◠)
Baekhyun fanfiction recommendation:
Labels: Byun Baekhyun
Saturday, May 5, 2012
Chapter Two: Apprehensive
Gikwang was chosen as the light effects for the first half of the play, so while the second half started, he was able to take a seat by the sides with the other students and watch. Being a volunteer for the school play gets you free pass through the backstage and the auditorium, free ticket, too. But he has to keep a careful watch in case his job gets messed up by accidents, by pure misstep that can get him blamed until he graduates.
Throughout the second half of the play, two students that sit behind him were teasing the play. They must be first years. Gikwang would think. First year students here never know the traditional. They don’t know respect at all.
When he simply can’t stand their loud chattering and bickering, Gikwang turned around and glared at them through his spectacles. “Shut it.” He sighs.
The first years stare at him as he turns back around, glad that they obeyed. But it didn’t last long, the peacefulness. Just when IU got to the singing part on stage, the first years started talking again. Gikwang rolls his eyes. He really dislikes it when people don’t show respect, when they pretend that everything around them is not important to them, not something that they should need to take part of.
This society is a failure. People are all selfish. Gikwang thought. He can’t stand it. What’s the use of democracy if people indulgence it? Shaking his head, he leaves his seat and heads for the backstage. It’s almost ending.
It has gotten to the scene where IU(Belle) and Yoseob(The prince) dances in the room, surrounded by all the other characters.
Certain as the sun
Rising in the east
Tale as old as time, song as old as rhyme
Beauty and the beast!
Tale as old as time, song as old as rhyme
Beauty and the beast!
Gikwang hears the students sing, he watches everyone hold their hands and takes a bow for another successful year of the famous play, or showcase you can call it. Suddenly, he catches a glimpse of IU tripping into Yang Yoseob’s arms. It was weird, but the action caused loud wolf whistles from the audience.
No one is ever going to let go of that scene again, when he wraps an arm around her, lightly getting her back on her feet.
Having no interest and knowing that this will be the only thing they’ll be talking about in the backstage, Gikwang heads off to the opposite way of where he was going. The stage slowly fades behind, along with the loud applause with each step he takes. Out and out and out.
________________________________________
It was true, on the Monday of the last showcase; IU’s accidental fall has made it to the headlines of the school’s weekly paper. Gikwang doesn’t care at all, he doesn’t have the heart for it when after the play—another more important thing is coming up. The student council president election.
He has been anticipating since the start of the new semester, when he was asked to run the election. He felt respected, finally by his classmates. And noticed, too. He was never noticed. Not when he was the only one that got an A+ in physics, not when his body started growing stronger, allowing him to have a fit body not many guys have in his class. He’s a nobody, and through the election, everyone in the school will know him.
“Mr. Lee, a moment please?” His teacher calls him to the front of the classroom just after the bell has rung.
“Yes?” Gikwang replies politely.
“I think we should let Yang Yoseob get prepared for the student body council election.” The teacher tells him. Gikwang’s eyes widen.
“But…I thought I was the one…?”
“Well, Yoseob has a higher chance of getting elected, with him acting successfully in the school play as a bonus.” His teacher explains her way of thinking. “You can always support him with your thoughts.”
“Like a pacemaker to Yoseob?” Gikwang grits his teeth.
“Some things are not always in our will.” She gathers her books and walks out of the classroom to the next class. “The next class is about to start.”
Is being popular that important? Gikwang calls out in his heart. He follows the teacher’s footsteps and walks out of the classroom tiredly while dragging his body behind him, not wanting to care about anything anymore.
A girl bumps into him, and she slips, but steadies herself just in time. “You can still run for the election you know.”
Gikwang steps dead in his tracks. “How?”
"I am here to tell you that there is another way. It’s not for everyone. It’s not the only way. It’s not the easier way. Actually, it is more likely to be the harder way. But I guarantee you it is the best way. It is simply this – follow your dreams." She places a hand on his shoulder, turning him around to face her. It’s IU.
“Great, like that’s going to help.” He mutters.
“Hm.” She shrugs and slips into Gikwang’s seat in the classroom. And with her eyebrow raised, she smiled at him.
Labels: Fanfiction: Unsatisfied, IU, Lee Gikwang, Yang Yoseob
Friday, May 4, 2012
Zelo is Afqhijhdlhsadxk
GIF not made by me! :) Credits to owner.
Labels: Zelo
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
Chapter One: Dreaming
It
was nearing the end of school, and Yoseob was anticipating the school play in
another few hours. No. He thought. It’s more than anticipation, its uneasiness.
It’s his first time to act and sing on stage, in front of so many people.
School
plays in Yoseob’s school has always been a popular event to look forward to,
and only the students who possess a good reputation or skill can sign up.
Everyone knows their own limits, but still—there are students who don’t know
anything and sign up to audition. Usually, their aftermath of trying out is not
so good looking. They would also get picked on, for overestimating themselves.
Now,
don’t get Yoseob starting on how he—a normal student got into the school play.
It was an accident, yet he doesn’t regret a thing. He loves singing, despite
his feminine outer appearance. He’s a total different person when he simply
stands on stage. He turns into a man (it’s not like he’s not one already), he
becomes confident and passionate. Like a beast. And that’s how he got noticed,
by one big mouth girl who was the school paper’s main editor. He still
remembers the surprised expression on her face. He understands. How can such a
low class people like him sing like that?
“You’re
awesome, Yang Yoseob.” She shakes her head, “tsk. Tsk. Tsk.”
“Huh?”
He replies.
“I’m
signing you up for the school play.” She pinches his cheeks. “You’re perfect
for any role. Yes, including female roles.” And she laughs while walking away.
For a moment, he thought she was joking, but when the next day he saw that the
main director for the school play come to pull him to rehearsals, he couldn’t
believe his luck.
And
now, after a whole two months since rehearsals for the school play has started,
Yoseob’s reputation and popularity in school has raised fast. He started having
lots of guy friends who treat him like one of them, like a buddy. It’s tedious,
the jokes and games the other guys do, but he’s starting to adapt to them after
their endless tries for him to join them. It’s fun, laughing with each other
and Yoseob loved that.
He’s
popular, he can’t believe it, and soon he’s going to be on stage with the
school’s eye candy IU. It’s not a surprise she has gotten to role of the main
girl. Yoseob has seen her in rehearsals (well of course, they are acting as
lovers), and her singing is really well. Her voice is as mysterious as her
personality, but totally intriguing. She catches people’s attention easily. He
feels like her sidekick instead of the main lead.
“What
are you thinking Yoseob?” One of his friends, Jaehyun had come, swinging an arm
around Yoseob’s shoulders.
“About
the play.”
His
friend grins. “You’re going to do well, bro.”
“Come
on, rehearse with me!” Yoseob suggests.
“What?”
Jaehyun exclaims.
“You
be IU’s role, Belle. Come on, it’s not like nobody knows Beauty and The Beast.”
Jaehyun
groans. “We’re going to be watching Beauty and The Beast for the next hour?”
“You
didn’t know?” And Jaehyun shakes his head. “Well you know now. Come on Beauty,
let’s rehearse.” Yoseob laughs loudly, waving for his other classmates to join
their small rehearsal play.
By
the time it was almost to the opening for the play, Yoseob feels famished. He
hadn’t eaten anything other than a few pieces of gum (not that you can eat it
anyway). He stands awkwardly in the middle of the busy backstage. The student
crew is revising everything again, doing the last minute checkup in case of any
accidents.
IU
sits on one of the seats, her legs crossed in an elegant way. Her dark brown
hair tied into a bun with a blue hair band, just like the girl Belle in Beauty
and The Beast. She wears a ragged maiden dress, with a blue apron, matching with
the blue hair band.
“Hey.”
Yoseob decides to talk to her.
“Hi.”
She replies, smiling politely.
“I’m
quite nervous, are you?” He asks.
“I
see.” She laughs.
“Oh.
So you’ve perceived.” Yoseob rubs the back of his head lightly.
“Seven
more minutes.” A student with a clipboard shouts to the whole student body
crew. Seven more minutes, that’s 420 seconds more until the opening. Yoseob
takes deep long breaths, trying to fan out the nervousness and the butterflies
in his stomach.
IU
laughs. “It’s conspicuous. I didn’t perceive it. It shows right on your face,
your anxiety.” She stands up from the chair and grips onto Yoseob’s bare
shoulder.
“Here now. Oh, don’t do that.” IU
tries to clean an invisible wound on Yoseob’s shoulder with an invisible rag. She’s being
Belle Yoseob thought. Immediately, he growls at her. “Just…hold
still.” She touches the rag to the wound and Yoseob roars in pain.
“That hurts!” Yoseob cries.
“If you’d hold still, it wouldn’t
hurt as much.” She says in counterpoint.
“Well if you hadn’t run away, this
wouldn’t have happened!”
“Well if you hadn’t frightened me, I
wouldn’t have run away!” IU protests. Yoseob opens his mouth to respond, but
has to stop and think of a good line.
“Well you shouldn’t have been in the
West Wing!”
“Well you should learn to control
your temper!” IU exclaims. Yoseob raises his hand to bring out another point,
but finds he has none, so he bows his head down again. IU moves the rag closer
to the wound. “Now hold still. This may sting a little.” Yoseob gives a
surprising grunt, and then grits his teeth as the rag is applied. IU speaks
tenderly. “By the way, thank you for saving my life.” She smiles.
“That was good.” Yoseob grins.
“Now let’s all do well on stage alright?”
The main director walks towards the two main with an enthusiastic grin spreading
across half of her face. Everyone starts gathering and gives each other a
thumbs up.
“One more minute!” The clipboard girl
shouts. Quickly, everyone gets into position for this play.
Then the familiar voice of the spoken
parts throughout the whole act starts introducing the whole synopsis and where
it all began…
Labels: Fanfiction: Unsatisfied, IU, Lee Gikwang, Yang Yoseob
Unsatisfied [ IU X Yoseob X Gikwang ]
▬Synopsis▬
IU doesn’t
know why he’s trying so hard to get her attention, fighting up the way to first
class to be next to her. He asks for her love, and gradually, she gives it to
him. But ever since, secrets leak, freedom and peacefulness are being disturbed
constantly. IU feels like a caged bird. He is becoming a monster all because of
what she said to him.
"I am here to tell you that there is another way. It’s not for
everyone. It’s not the only way. It’s not the easier way. Actually, it is more
likely to be the harder way. But I guarantee you it is the best way. It is
simply this – follow your dreams."
*Featuring|
IU, Lee Gikwang, Yang Yoseob
▬IU is the
school’s eye candy. She is many students’ dream to become popular, to become
pretty. She’s a mysterious girl, she doesn’t talk much, and she avoids crowded
places in school. But she’s always there, walking around with her lips tightly
pursed. Maybe it’s because she’s secretive and concealed that she catches
people’s attention. Throughout the school, although no one knows much about
her, but they secretly respect her. Most important of all, she has the ability
to make someone listen to her, bringing them back to reality, back on their feet.
But she’s not sure…if that ability’s a good thing or not?
▬Gikwang has
always been a little distant from everyone, he doesn’t like the way teenagers
think, he’s always more mature than the rest of them, and he has a dream to
become a dictator because of his way of thinking. But when he meets IU
accidentally, and the words she tells him inspired—no, intrigued him to become
popular. He starts changing; he starts socializing, starts being someone he’s
not. He becomes a popularity whore…sensitive with what people think of him, of
what they say. But he’s doing all this to stand next to her, to thank her
truly, and to ask for her love.
▬Yoseob was
always told he was too cute, too girly, but they haven’t seen his passionate
singing and strong voice. Because of his voice, he takes big and swift steps up
to the top of the school pyramid. Once he’s at the top, many people pair him
and IU up. He doesn’t understand why, they are two different people, but as
time passes, he starts falling for her. But he’s not sure if he’s falling for
the real her? Or the ‘her’ people keeping telling him about?
Labels: Fanfiction: Unsatisfied, IU, Lee Gikwang, Yang Yoseob