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| jiz | Jul 16 2009, 05:14 PM Post #1 |
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Victor has his own collection of fics so I can get one too >8| Just a collection of SNSD shorts, drabbles, and maybe actual fics if I ever get around to sitting down and updating my current one. Shit I’ve written on a whim or for faggots who‘ve requested whatever. Sharing them here too cos I’m a fag. Some contain crack and maybe some smut. Don’t judge me. Will constantly update or whatever idk Oh this is also to prove that Jiz should never be writing fanfics. This post is reserved for nonsense drabbles. Anything else gets its own post. Fun Facts: 1) Tiffany - Once a slut, always a slut. 2) Seohyun is a closet freak. Don’t let her innocent exterior fool you. 3) If it’s Sooyoung, violent relationships are A-OK. 4) Yuri’s the biggest player but it’s okay, she’s a hot daughter of a bitch and you know you’d tap that shit too. 5) Taeyeon’s a closet fag and ass woman. 6) Jessica is a bitch and likes to play hard to get. 7) Sunny is hotter than the sun. 8) Hyoyeon uses her superior dancing skills to her advantage. If you know what I mean. 9) Yoona is also a closet pervert. 01. Kiss And Make Up “Yah! Kim Taeyeon! I can’t believe you actually said that on the air!” Tiffany pouted, stomping her feet on the ground, and crossing her arms. “But it’s true,” Taeyeon sighed. “Your ass is pretty damn sexy,” she purred as her hand slithered around the taller girl’s waist and then down to softly caress her buttocks. Tiffany grabbed Taeyeon’s perverted hand and tossed it aside, “Babo, I don’t want it if you’re just doing it for fan service.” “What makes you think I’m doing it for fan service, Fany-ah?” Taeyeon frowned. “Because you never show any kind of affection towards me these days,” she replied. “And we all know that our fans miss our TaeNy days.” “Yah. You know our fans aren’t the only ones who miss the days when we were real,” Taeyeon pouted as she moved closer to Tiffany, yet again wrapping her arms around her waist. “I thought that maybe if I was more forward and open like Jessica, you’d pay attention to me again.” “Babo-ah,” The other girl smiled as she wrapped her arms around Taeyeon’s neck. “You’re the one that’s been neglecting me.” The two of them grinned at each other like idiots while the gap between them gradually disappeared. 02. Shut up and kiss me “Unnie…” The younger girl shyly said looking at the floor and biting her lower lip. “Hmm? What is it, Seohyun?” Yoona looked up at the other girl. Even though Seohyun was the youngest, she was definitely one of the tallest in the group. “So I saw the last episode of your drama…” Seohyun continued to look at the floor. This time she couldn’t help but wiggle her toes at the discomfort she felt. “Oh,” Yoona replied. She had a slight idea of what the innocent maknae would bring up about it but she decided to wait and see. “That…that was your first kiss, wasn’t it?” She managed to blurt out while stumbling on a few words here and there. Yoona smirked. Just as expected. She knew Seohyun’s innocent feelings for her and she knew from the start that maknae would feel jealous over it. It was all apart of the plan anyway. “Yah, Seohyun-ah. If you really just wanted to kiss me, then all you have to do is just ask.” 03. Pent up emotions “Seohyun? What’s wrong?” Tiffany asked her roommate as she can feel the younger girl move into her bed. “Can’t sleep?” “No, I can’t, unnie,” She replied as she repositioned herself on top of her victim. “Uh…Seohyun, are you okay?” “I’m fine, unnie,” Seohyun said as she bent down to lay kisses on the older girl’s neck and collarbone. Tiffany let out a small moan, biting her lip to try and suppress anymore from escaping as Seohyun continued her attack, hitting all of the right spots. “I’m just tired of Sica unnie always coming in at night doing these things to you,” Seohyun smirked, “Did you two really think I was asleep the whole time?” Tiffany’s face was flushed with embarrassment. However, it for some reason, it didn’t bother her. In fact, she enjoyed it. She felt herself getting even hotter at the thought of her roommate teasing her. Seohyun simply licked her lips as she noticed a smile forming on the other girl’s face. A plea for more. “Now it’s my turn to show you what SNSD’s maknae can really do.” |
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| jiz | Jul 16 2009, 05:15 PM Post #2 |
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Two-shot: One Year Later Taeyeon's side Somehow, it feels as if destiny played its’ sick game with us yet again. I don’t know whether I’m thankful or not but right now, I’m overwhelmed with something I can’t even comprehend. It’s a bittersweet feeling to finally see you again after all this time. But is it really my right to feel this way? What gives me the right to be happy to see you again when I was the one at fault? I can’t turn back the hands of time. I can’t undo the things I’ve said and done. Or even do the things I haven’t done. Because I don’t have the right. Our once happy memories and promises, I took them away from you and shattered them. It was because I was careless and too absorbed with myself. I took you for granted. And on this very day, one year ago, I realized it all too late and you left me here, at this very spot. Alone. I don’t blame you for leaving me. After all, I deserve it for being neglectful. If only I paid attention more clearly to our relationship. If only I wasn’t too preoccupied with the world around me and not you. I would’ve been able to see all of the signs before it got to that point. I mean, how could I have let that happen? You were my world but I realized it too late. I’m sorry. I wanted to apologize so many times. But I don’t have the right. I’ve caused you so much pain, it was only right for you to end it. In the end, I could only pray for your happiness. Your happiness without me. Since that time, I kept telling myself that as long as you’re happy, I’m happy. And as days went by and seasons passed, I thought that I’ve finally gotten over the hurt. Over you and my regrets. Over all of those once beautiful memories. But here they are, resurfacing. Am I just a weak person? Tell me, do you feel the same now? You looked at me and smiled. It was as bittersweet as my feelings. Do you feel the same? Is there hope? “Hey, Taeyeon-ah. It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?” Too long. It’s been so long since I’ve last heard my name escape from your lips. I was happy but tears wanted to fall. I tried so hard to fight them. I tried so hard to smile without breaking. “It sure has…” And somehow, I managed. I managed to smile as I saw her walk up next to you, slipping her hand into yours. “Oh, hey Sica, what took you so long?” You turned to her and smiled. In turn, she smiled back at you. “Well, it was nice seeing you again,” I said. I bowed my head as I walked passed the two of you. “Take care, Tiffany.” --- Tiffany's side coming soon-ish. |
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| jiz | Jul 16 2009, 05:20 PM Post #3 |
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On-going: Bringing the Rain: We Were There Synopsis: Tiffany lived everyday in bliss with her best friends. But suddenly, a tragic incident flipped their lives upside down. This one is gonna take me forever to update because I'm trying to write longer chapters and I have ADD. p1: Crossroads It was a beautiful summer afternoon at our favorite spot in the park. The sun was high, the sky was deep blue, decorated with fluffy, white puffs of clouds, and with the finishing touch of birds soaring high. Flying through that deep blue sea sky. The day was bright and so were the people. The sun showered this scene with happiness. The laughter and playful screams of children echoes throughout the park. We were on the swings. Swinging together quietly with only the sound of the creaking swings rang through our silence. You flashed that beautiful smile of yours every time you went higher. The brightness and warmth it gives me even rivals the sun. It was as if you were swinging high up to the sky to knock the sun out of its place and replace it. She’s so beautiful, I thought. Everything about you is beautiful. I’m quite envious. But I’m happy to be best friends with somebody like you. I feel so lucky. My swinging gradually came to a halt and that warmth you gave me dissipated. I stared down at the ground, lightly kicking the sand near my feet while biting my lower lip. It was hard. It was tough. It was difficult to fight this feeling, to stop this from happening, to prevent my tears from flowing. You turned to me and gradually came down from the sky as well. Concerned, you asked, “Sica, what’s wrong?” I shook my head and tried to force a smile, “It’s nothing, Fany.” I lied and my smile was beginning to crack, “Don’t worry about it.” You pouted. Nothing can get passed you. You then got off of your swing and stood in front of me. “You’re a bad liar, you know that, Sica?” you said frowning while placing your right hand on your hip. “Now tell me what’s wrong,” your tone turned demanding as you patted my head with your other hand. I sighed and looked down again. “It’s hard,” I whispered knowing you probably didn’t hear me. “Hmm?” you leaned in closer. “I can’t tell you,” muttering, I turned away from you. “Why not?” I stayed silent, continuing to look away from your face. Irritated, you grabbed me by the shoulders. Startling me, shook me up a bit to look at you. When our eyes met, I quickly averted mine. I can't look at you and I don't want you to see me like this either. “Oh, come on, Sica,” you pouted. “We’re best friends, aren’t we? You can tell me anything and I’ll always be here for you.” You smiled again. That smile was something I didn’t want to break. I could feel the pain in my heart slowly surface. I grit my teeth, “I know, I know, Fany. But…” I paused. How could I tell you that even if you’re here for me, I can’t do the same for you? Even though I wasn’t looking, I could feel your stare piercing my body, my soul, my heart. I closed my eyes. Inhale. Exhale. “I’m sorry, Fany, but…” You stayed quiet, softly smiling, waiting for me to finish. “…I’m moving back to Korea,” I sighed regrettably. “Oh…” your smile slowly disappeared. Just as I expected. “When are you leaving?” “In five days.” “Ah…well, Sica…” I heard your voice start to crack. I looked up and saw your face starting to turn red and your eyes becoming teary. It’s because of me, I frowned. I then got off my swing and pulled you in my arms, petting your head to try and calm you down. To try and stop those tears from flowing. But it was a loss cause. I started crying too. “Make sure you stay in contact, okay?” you said between sobs and sniffles. Yet you still managed to quickly regain some composure. You broke our embrace and smiled, “And I’ll promise to see you again in Korea!” But your smile looked slightly ridiculous with your face still stained with tears and your eyes still red and puffy. I chuckled and smiled too. It seemed like ridiculous smiles were contagious considering my face was in the same condition as yours. We laughed together. “Fany…” I said hesitantly, shyly smiling. “I love y-” BZZZZZZZZZT. My dream was interrupted by the loud ringing and shocking vibrations of my cell phone against my desk. I quickly sat up in my seat like a lightning bolt with my chest still pounding. “God, I wonder who it is,” I irritatingly grumbled while checking the caller ID on my phone. Tiffany. A small smile crept along my face. “Funny how that was almost 8 years ago,” remembering my dream earilier, I giggled before answering the call. “Hello?” p2: Infatuation Tiffany's POV “Hello?” “Ah! Jessica! It’s me Tiffany!” I exclaimed happily over the phone. “Yeah, I know. It’s not like your voiced changed that much in 8 years. Still as high pitched and cheery as ever,” she said bluntly. “Hey!” I pouted. “What’s that supposed to mean!?” She laughed, “It means you still have your childlike charm.” “Well, that better be a good thing!” “Don’t worry, it is,” Jessica said trying to assure me. “You’ll be thankful for it in the long run.” I sighed and smiled, “I guess you’re right. But that‘s so far away from now!” She giggled again but quickly cleared her throat, “So I take it you’re here now?” “Ah! Oh yeah! I am!” I exclaimed while smacking my forehead. I can’t believe I almost forgot why I called her in the first place. I can hear her mocking me by laughing over the phone. Man, curse my one track mind. I get distracted too easily with little things. Ack, looks like I’m doing it again too. I sighed. “Umm, are you in class right now?” I asked. “Huh? Oh well…I AM in class right now but school pretty much just ended a few minutes ago,” she said. “But you DID wake me up from my nap.” I heard her irritated tone and joked, “Tsk tsk tsk, Sleeping Beauty! It’s bad to sleep during class!” “Bah, be quiet. Anyways, where are you exactly?” “I’m in that little courtyard outside of the main gate,” I replied. “Should I just go over to where you are or…?” “Huh? O-OH! Uh, n-no, that’s okay,” she stuttered. What? Why does she sound so flustered? Is she embarrassed to see me again after all these years? Nervous? How cute. But I guess it is a bit awkward. I mean, coming here to Korea suddenly and all with only a last minute notice. I giggled, “Then what’s the plan?” “Well, I’m gonna go to my dorm room to change and I’ll meet up with you as soon as I can.” “Oh? Gonna get prettied up?” I laughed. “Are we going on a date now?” “What!?” she screamed. “In your dreams, Fany! I just want to get out of my uniform is all!” “Yah! I was only joking, Sica! Calm down!” I managed to get out in between giggles. She’s so fun to mess with sometimes. She’s always so cute when she’s flustered. “So are we going to meet up anywhere or am I just going to sit and wait here in front of the school like an outsider?” I laughed nervously. “What? Haven’t you gotten your dorm room key yet?” she asked. “Um, no, I haven’t gotten myself settled in yet,” I replied. “It’s not like I know my way around the school or anything !” “Yah, you’re so hopeless sometimes, Fany,” Jessica sighed. “Eheh, sorry! I’m just a bit nervous to go in myself. You know my Korean isn’t entirely the best,” I apologized. It’s true though. Sometimes I trip on pronunciation, especially if I’m nervous. I don’t want to look stupid before I actually started my first day at school or anything. “Yeah, I know…” she let out another sigh. “How much luggage are you carrying with you?” “Only a small rolling backpack,” I replied while pulling the said bag closer to my side. “My other things should arrive tomorrow-ish. Why?” “Oh, good. I didn’t want to make you go and wait anywhere if you had a ton of stuff.” “Ah, I see.” “Hmm, well if that’s the case…how about we meet at that music café near the school?” “Music café?” I tilted my head slightly with no real clue where that is exactly. “Yeah, it should be a few ways down to the right across the street from the school,” she directed. “You can buy something to eat or drink or listen to music while you wait.” “Oh, really? That close? Sounds good!” “Alright then, I’ll call you when I get there.” “Okay! See you later, Sica!” “Bye.” Beep. Beep. Looks like she hung up first. I shrugged and stuffed my phone back into my pocket. I then made my way over to the café still with no real clue where it is. But I’m just assuming I’ll find it if I just go across the street and keep going right. It should be easy, right? But even then, this is my first time here and walking around new places is kind of overwhelming. I guess I was worrying for nothing though. I eventually found the café, no problem. As I was about to open the door, I notice a little sign to my left. It read, “Open Mic tonight. Starting from 4pm to 11pm.” “Oh, cool!” I said to myself. “Just in time for the live entertainment!” As a stepped inside, the nice breeze of the A/C swept me by surprise. I took a good look at my surroundings while entering even further into the building. The place is bigger than it looks from the outside. It was pretty amazing and my mouth hanged open from it all. The walls were decorated with music themed art, photos, old vinyl records, with a few instruments hanging on display as well. The first thing you encounter when you walk in is the large, brightly lighted stage. Past that would be the bar. And further back was their large music library, filled with thousands of CDs and records. This place was seriously a musician’s perfect hangout. I averted my attention back to the stage. It seems like a duo on guitar and piano were warming up for their performance. I took a seat on the couch that was near the door for a quick exit once Jessica came by. I smiled and happily listened to the musicians tuning their instruments. Suddenly, the door swung open. I jumped in shock and quickly turned to the cause of it to send them some death glares. Right before me was some short kid, panting heavily. “Sorry I’m late guys!” she exclaimed while waving over to the others on stage. “Hey!” the pianist waved. “Yah! Kim Taeyeon! Get your butt over here already!” the guitarist shot. “Sorry! Sorry!” the kid apologized as she made her way to the stage. I raised an eyebrow with curiosity. So this kid is going to sing? I asked myself while I observed the girl trying to adjust the mic stand to her level but eventually gave up and just took the mic off instead. I giggled, How cute. She cleared her throat, “Ahem. Hello, everybody! I hope you all enjoy this short performance we’ve prepared for you today!” She smiled as her eyes sparkled. The guitarist then counted off, “Three! Two! …One!” And with that, their performance began. The lovely melody filled the room, dancing off the walls. The piano accompanied by the guitar was soothing. The girl then began to sing. My eyes widened and my jaw dropped. A bit shocked and taken aback. Who would’ve thought such a small girl would have such a strong and powerful voice? Amazing! I guess you really can’t judge a book by its cover. I couldn’t help focus my attention solely on her throughout the rest of the song. So cool… Once their performance was over, the girl let out a big mission accomplished kind of sigh and smiled. The room was quickly filled with applauses from all over the place, including me. “Thank you!” she smiled and bowed to the audience. She then quickly made her way off stage and walked over to the bar area. “Great performance as always, Taeyeon!” the bartender said, giving her a glass of water. “Thanks!” she said before taking a sip. For some reason, I got up off of my seat and made my way towards her. “Ah..umm,” I stuttered nervously. Huh? Just what the heck am I doing anyways? Ahh, no way out of it now. I continued to fidget around. She then turned around and looked at me, acknowledging my presence, “Hmm?” “I-I-IREALLYENJOYEDYOURPERFORMANCE!” I managed to blurt out blushing while giving her a perfect 90 degree bow. Aish! Tiffany! Why are you doing such an embarrassing thing!? I continued to mentally beat myself up over it. But at the same time, for some reason I felt really happy getting the chance to at least try to talk to somebody who was really cool and amazing. “Wha-? Huh? Ah..umm..!” she blushed, obviously flustered by my sudden actions. She giggled and smiled, “Ah.. Thank you!” “By the way…” she then got closer, examining me. “You don’t seem familiar. Is it your first time coming to the café?” “Ah, yes it is,” I replied. “I actually just moved over here from America awhile ago.” “Oh, really?” she asked as her eyes widened, giving me full attention. “How cool! Hmm…no wonder.. opps!” “Hah? No wonder what?” I asked. “I-Is it my accent!?” I panicked. She laughed, “Well…honestly, yes.” “I knew it!” I pouted, saddened by the fact that I probably stick out like a sore thumb whenever I talk. Aish, how embarrassing. “Aw, it’s okay!” she said patting my shoulder. “After living here for awhile, I’m sure you’ll get the hang of speaking in no time!” I don’t know whether she’s comforting me or making fun of me. But regardless, I smiled and laughed along, “I hope so! Oh...um…” “Hmm? What is it?” “Will you be performing again, by any chance?” “Ah, usually I do at least twice whenever there’s an open mic event here. But this time around, I can’t because I’ve made plans with somebody,” she replied. Oh? Plans? Is she going on a date? Ah…I really wouldn’t be surprised if somebody like her has a boyfriend already… “Ack! Speaking of which,” she exclaimed as she checked her watch, “I’ve gotta go! Sorry!” “No, it’s okay! I understand!” I smiled. “It was nice talking to you! See you some other time!” “You too! Bye!” We exchanged our goodbyes and she quickly bolted out the door, just as she quickly entered it earlier. I laughed. For some reason, I get the feeling that she’s a “late” kind of person. But thinking more into it, she’s probably a “late bloomer” too considering how short she is. She seems like she could be my age, but her height and cute face could easily throw anybody off. I giggled to myself some more. “Kim…Taeyeon…“ I tried recalling her name. What an interesting person. Just then, my phone rang. “Ah…must be Jessica,” I said flipping my phone open to answer the call. “Hello? Sica?” |
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| jiz | Aug 6 2009, 12:10 AM Post #4 |
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This has got to be the most depressing thing I've written orz The Last Supper In order to survive in this world, humans have mixed their DNA with animals in order to enhance their abilities and maximize capability. In this world, wolves are at the top of the food chain. They are elite, rich, and powerful. And in this world, those unfortunate enough to be born as sheep aren’t even treated as citizens but as a source of food. Sadly, this is the world they had to be born into. --- “You should be proud to be born a sheep, Tiffany,” my father said while patting my head. Whenever he told me to be proud, I couldn’t help but to feel enraged. “Why should I be proud!? What meaning do we have in our lives? All we do is get slaughtered and eaten up by those dirty wolves!” I yelled back at my father, swiping his hand away from my head as tears began to well up in my eyes. “Tiffany,” he frowned as he placed his hands on my shoulders. “You must know that there’s a very deep meaning for dying.” I looked up at him, confused but at the same time part of me wanted to refuse to listen to what he had to say. How could he smile at a time like this? “Dying gives more meaning to living.” I clenched my teeth and tried to hold back my tears, “How could you smile and just say that when mother-!” My attempt failed as I started to choke on the tears rapidly flowing down my face. I gripped my father’s sleeve as I slowly started to fall down to my knees. “You’ll understand one day,” he smiled. --- And that was the last time I saw him. Early that morning, he was slaughtered just like my mother. For this occasion, he was served to the rancher’s family for a special dinner. It was to celebrate their daughter’s middle school graduation. --- The rustling of bushes and the cracking of twigs can be heard as I ran through the forest. As fast as I could, I picked up my feet and cut my way through the greenery. I gripped the bell around my neck to muffle its sound as I ran. I’m running away from this damned ranch. I won’t allow myself to just smile and wait to be eaten. I won’t. A loud clanging noise was made not too far from where I was. Startled, I turn around and hid behind a large tree too see where or who it came from. Nearby was a young teenaged girl trying to ride a bike. I can’t let her see me escape. There must be another way out. I turned my body around and took a step. Unfortunately, as I took the action, I forgot to grip my bell again and it rang. My cover was blown. The girl on the bike fell over to the ground, probably just as startled as I was. “W-who’s there!?” she shouted. I was literally scared stiff and as much as I wanted to get the hell out, my body just froze in place. The girl leaned in a bit closer from where she was and squinted to see me behind the bushes. “Oh,” she sighed in relief. “It’s just a sheep.” The girl got up and dusted herself off. She then walked over to me and grabbed my arm. “Hey, you! Uh…” Frightened, I tried backing away but her grip on my wrist kept me from going anywhere. My eyes bugged out and my face turned red as she suddenly pulled the collar of my shirt down to expose the branding that was about an inch below my left collarbone. “MY-Tiffany-H-03?” I blushed even more and covered my chest with my freehand. “Hey, Fany! Help me!” she said pulling me over to where her bike laid. “W-what? Help?” The girl brought her bike back up and hopped on it. I continued to stare at her with confusion. “This path is really bumpy and I keep falling! Hold onto the back so I don’t fall off!” she demanded. I timidly made my way over the back of her bike and held it, “Uh…like this?” “Yeah!” she said approvingly, giving me a thumbs up as she placed her foot on the pedal. “And you better not let go!” She pushed the pedal forward and the bike started to move. She looked behind to me and smiled, “Hang on tight!” Just then, seeing her smile reminded me of father and I came to a realization. Wait…this girl. Her? She’s the rancher’s daughter? I let go of the bike and watched her wobble a bit. She’s the one who… “Hey! Fany, what are you doing? I said don’t let go!” she panicked as her bike continued to wobble around. I then ran passed her without looking back. I need to get out of here! “Oh! I think I’ve gotten the hang of this now! Hey, Fany! Wait up!” she cheerfully said. But she spoke too soon as she accidentally crashed into me, causing us both to fall to the ground. “ACK!” --- “You want her to be your servant? This sheep?” “It’s fine, grandfather! She’ll be my servant and she’ll protect and keep me company!” Taeyeon said nudging me. I felt my eye twitch. I can’t believe I got caught escaping like this. “Seriously, Taeyeon. What are you saying? Your maids can keep you company!” her grandfather gave a disapproving sigh. “But grandfather! I don’t have any friends at school and I want somebody my age to be with!” she pouted. “Taeyeon, this sheep will be sold as meat. She tried escaping from the ranch, she’s rebellious and won’t listen to you.” Taeyeon shook her head and turned to me while holding onto my sleeve. I looked at her and bit my lip. “Don’t worry, Fany. If you stay here and become my servant, you’ll be safe,” she smiled. Despite her act of kindness, I still felt bitter. I still felt angry. How could she be so ignorant? I pulled my arm away and yelled, “I won’t listen to you!” Taeyeon was shocked at my sudden outburst and took a step back as I stepped forward. “I won’t forgive any of you! Never! All of you ate my father!” I pointed to the both of them. Did you suck on his bones too!? Did they taste good!? Tell me!” Taeyeon stared at me with hurt eyes. Her grandfather came from behind her and placed his and on her shoulder as a form of comfort. “You eat grass, don’t you? Sheep live by killing grass,” the man said. “Then what about you? What about humans who live by killing humans?” I retorted. The two stood there in silence. “You may be wolves while I’m a sheep, but at the core, we’re human! What value do humans have?” Taeyeon took a step closer to me, “Tiffany…” “I won’t accept such injustice! Never!” --- The two of us stood in a large green field. In front of us were two graves. Taeyeon smiled and placed flowers on each of them. “Have you ever heard of the plague, Fany?” she asked. Before I could even answer, she continued. “It’s a horrible disease that breaks out every couple of years. Your body gets covered with bloody boils. There isn’t a cure for it and you can get it just by touching an infected person’s blood. Thousands of people die because of this disease.” She turned to me and gave me a weak smile before looking back at the graves, “Not too long ago, it killed my parents.” Taeyeon then got up and looked up at the sky. I continued to stare at her in silence. “God kills humans, Tiffany.” She extended her hand towards me. “Tiffany, will you be my friend?” she asked with a smile on her face. “I promise I’ll never eat another sheep. So will you be my friend now?” I looked up to the sky and then back at the ground, heaving a sigh. Then maybe we can find our value together. I turned to her and gave her a small smile as I took her hand. --- Taeyeon opened the door cheerfully, “Tada! Starting today, this will be your room, Fany!” I stood in awe as I looked at the room. Taeyeon said it wasn’t much but it was extremely different from sleeping on a stack of hay when I was in the shed with the other sheep. I was amazed and grateful. I sat on the bed and continued to look around the room from where I was. Taeyeon walked over to the desk and pulled out something from the drawer. She smiled and handed it to me, “Here. I want to give you this journal. My father gave it to me a long time ago but I don’t use it anymore and there’s still a bunch of blank pages.” I stared at the book in my hands, slightly embarrassed, “Umm…uhh..” “Oh yeah that‘s right! You can’t read or write, huh?” she asked patting my back. I nodded sheepishly, “It’s not my fault!” Taeyeon laughed, “It’s okay, I’ll teach you! Now that you’re living like us, you’ve got to do some stuff that isn’t all that fun. Like learning!” Her laugh was contagious and I couldn’t help but laugh along with her. I knew that from that day forward, our days will fun and happy. --- I stood in front of Taeyeon’s parents’ graves alone this afternoon. I don’t know what compelled me to, but I just had to come here. It was peaceful and the breeze was comforting. Thank you for blessing me with such kindness. “Hey!” I turned around and saw Taeyeon making her way towards me. “What are you doing here by yourself?” she asked. “Oh, just getting some fresh air,” I smiled. She smiled back and then noticed something on the ground, “Ah! Hey, a four-leaf clover!” Taeyeon bent over and plucked it out from the dirt. “Here,” she grinned. “It’s for you.” I stared at the leafy morsel in her hand and slowly opened my mouth, “Ah-” “Hey!” she said as she quickly moved it away from my face. “Don’t eat it!” “Huh? You mean it’s not for eating?” “Of course not, silly!” She flicked my forehead and I winced in pain. “Ow!” Taeyeon giggled, “It’s a good luck charm so that your wishes will come true.” “Here,” she smiled, making a second attempt to give me her gift. I took it carefully and smiled, “Thank you, Tete.” One day, if you ever wish for something, it will come true. --- Alone in my room I was busy practicing my handwriting in the journal Taeyeon gave me. I tried writing the alphabet but it looked nothing like what the study books had. “Man, I suck,” I thought aloud and sighed. Suddenly, Taeyeon opened the door and came in. “Oh, Fany! You’re actually writing in your journal! What did you write? Let me see!” she exclaimed as she happily made her way over to me. “N-nothing! I didn’t write anything!” I said as I closed the journal and locked it with the key. “Aw, don’t be like that!” she pouted as she tried snatching away the key from my hand. We continued giggling and fighting over the key. “Come on, Fany-ah! Give it to me!” “No!” I then shoved the key into my mouth and swallowed it. “Hey! I can’t believe you actually ate it! What are you, a goat?” “Yah! Don’t call me a goat! I’m a well-bred sheep!” We laughed together as she had me in a headlock. “Yeah right!” --- Years passed and it’s been almost five years since I’ve met Taeyeon. --- “Hey, Fany. Can you get me that book up there?” Taeyeon said as she pointed above her head. I stood behind her, grabbing the book that was a few shelves directly above her head. “Tete, what happened?” I asked as I handed her the book. She stared at me with a confused look on her face, “Huh?” “You used to be taller than me when we were younger. What happened?” I teased. “Yah!” she playfully hit my arm with the book. “Don’t make fun of my height!” We exited the library and walked down the hall. I sighed, “Staying inside for so long isn’t doing me a lot of good though. It’s hard to breathe sometimes.” Taeyeon frowned and looked outside of the window. “I’m sorry, Fany-ah but it can’t be helped. Look,” she pointed out the window to the crowd in the distance near the front door. “Today again…” --- “How many times do I have to tell you people? I don’t have anymore sheep!” Taeyeon’s grandfather said to the crowd outside the door. “Please, Mr. Kim! I beg you!” “My wife died yesterday! Do I have to sit and watch my daughter die too!?” “My father is home dying! Please” “You still have that sheep servant!” “Stop, that’s enough!” he yelled as he slammed the door on the crowd of desperate people. Her grandfather went back into the dining room and sat to the table next to us, sipping his tea. The faint sound of banging on the door could be heard. “It’s summer and the plague has once again popped it’s ugly head and is causing a ruckus,” he said taking another sip of tea. “The best remedy is from the organs of a healthy sheep. Everybody is fighting over sheep so it’s very dangerous for Tiffany to go outside.” “I know,” Taeyeon said. Even though people have been coming to the house for many days already, I can’t help but feel afraid whenever I hear the loud bangs on the door. Sensing my fear, Taeyeon grabbed my hand and smiled, “It’s alright, Fany-ah. I’ll protect you.” “Taeyeon…” her grandfather put down his cup, got up from his seat, and walked over to her. “When did you get that bruise on your arm?” he asked with concern. “You didn’t have that yesterday.” “Oh..I-it’s nothing. I just fell out of bed, that’s all,” she replied. “And you have another one here…Taeyeon!” “I’m fine, grandfather, don’t worry!” she smiled faintly. “I don’t think so!” he then placed his hand on her forehead to check her temperature. “Taeyeon!” I stood there watching the whole scene. Speechless. Just about as shocked as her grandfather. I saw a few maids rush in to check on her as well. So much was happening at once. The family doctor immediately came in as well. We were all devastated by the news. The plague. It hit her. --- Dear God…please. Please don’t kill Taeyeon. She’s still young, small, and fragile. Please. I beg you. --- I stood near Taeyeon’s bedside and stared at her horrible condition. Parts of her body were wrapped with bandages. Some of the bandages had blood stains on them because of the boils. Her face looked weak and tired as if her life was being drained away. “I’m never going to eat a sheep,” she said looking up at the ceiling. I continued staring at her. “Especially you, Tiffany. I’d rather die.” She turned to me, “You grew taller and didn’t even put on any weight. A sheep like you wouldn’t even taste good. That’s probably why grandfather didn’t sell you off already.” Her voice was faint and she was constantly panting while she tried to finish what she had to say. It hurt me to see her like this. It hurt me so much that whenever I looked at her, I wanted to cry. I opened my mouth, “You know that…” She stared at me with a weak gaze. “If you don’t eat me, eventually somebody else will,” I looked down at the floor. Angered, Taeyeon used all of her strength and sat up on the bed. “You ran away because you didn’t want to be eaten, remember!? Run away now! You’ll be killed if you stay here!” “Before, I couldn’t accept such a fate. But now, I can’t live and watch you die, Taeyeon.” I bit my lip, trying to gather all the strength I had to fight my tears, “My life would be wasted if I let that happen.” She panted and grit her teeth, “You’re only a sheep and a servant! Obey me and run away now!” She yelled as tears started to flow down her cheeks. “Maid!” she commanded. “Y-yes?” the maid stammered as she quickly made her way in. “Bring a cape for, Tiffany! And bring her water and money for food too!” “Yes, of course!” “Taeyeon, stop-” I tried to calm her down but her grandfather came from behind and placed his hand on my shoulder, stopping me from doing so. “Tiffany, I’ll go out to the front door to divert the peoples’ attention. You can escape through the back,” he said. “But…” “Now’s not the time! Go! Quickly!” he started pulling me out of the room. I struggled under his grip to try and talk to Taeyeon once more. “Taeyeon! Promise me…That you’ll come looking for me! Promise me that you’ll get better and look for me! Please! Please, promise me!” The pain in my heart was starting to feel heavy and my knees felt that they were about to collapse under its weight. I couldn’t fight the pain any longer and tears flowed from my eyes and down my cheeks. Taeyeon rose from her bed and mustered up the strength to run into my arms. “I promise, Tiffany. I promise you,” she held me tight and cried on my shoulder as I did the same and smiled. Goodbye, my dear friend. I love you and thank you for everything. --- My condition was worsening every passing day. I could barely move and I didn’t have the strength to speak anymore. Each night I could barely sleep because of the immense pain. Morning came and I heard my grandfather call out my name. “Taeyeon-ah!” I slowly turned to him and saw a bowl of soup in his hands. “Taeyeon-ah! I’ve managed to get some cow organs through the black market! Here, please eat it!” I frowned and turned my head away. I promised Fany I would never eat another sheep. “Taeyeon, please! This is a special medicinal soup. If you don’t eat the meat, how will you get better and keep your promise to Tiffany?” Remembering my last promise to her saddened me. It seems I have to break my first one to keep this one. I really want to see her again. Slowly opened my mouth and eat the spoonful my grandfather gave me. I smiled, “It tastes good. Really good.” He smiled back as he watched me eat the soup on my own. I ate one piece of meat to the next. As I ate the last bite, I bit down on something hard and it tasted like metal. I opened my mouth and took it out. A key. --- I gradually got better within a few weeks after eating the soup. After I regained the strength to move and walk again, I made my way to Tiffany’s old room. I walked over to the desk and opened the drawer. I smiled as I saw the journal and took it out. Pulling out the key from my pocket, I opened her journal and flipped through the pages. In it I saw a few pages of her poor handwriting and giggled. She even had a few doodles of the two of us too. I smiled. I never knew she was artistic! As I turned to the last page, I felt a tear roll down my cheek. In the last page was the four-leaf clover I gave to her several years ago. My wish is for me and Taeyeon to be happy together! |
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| Victor Delacroix | Aug 6 2009, 12:31 AM Post #5 |
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| jiz | Dec 4 2009, 05:29 PM Post #6 |
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lmao this is all KrAmberries<3 --Selfishness She’s mine and only mine, you thought. Ever since your debut with your fellow band mates, your relationship with her hasn’t been the same. Even if the two of you are closer in terms of living with each other and seeing each other everyday, there is this strange distance that is gradually growing. This distance leaves the two of you feeling awkward around each other. It may just be you. Or it may just be her. But the feeling is there and it bothers you. Everything feels different now that you’ve entered stardom. She’s enjoying the immense amount of attention she’s getting and it bothers you. The two of you stand close to each other but in the pit of your stomach, you know the two of you aren’t as close as you used to be. You enjoy living in the spotlight but there are times like these where you really wish you could go back to the days when it was just you and her and nobody in between. You remember the day when the two of you met. That was about almost two years ago since she came to Korea. Your manager told you to help her out and get adjusted. It was an awkward first meeting. She was a bit timid and shy but still extended her hand. “Hi, I’m Amber. Nice to meet you!” she shyly smiled. “Krystal. Same here.” Your reply was short and may have came off as cold and distant but a small sincere smile formed. She met me first, she belongs to me. It’s a selfish thought. But you can’t help but feel this way whenever you see other girls clinging onto her. You find her boyish charm cute but you hate the fact that it’s the reason why she’s so popular. Especially with other girls. It bothered you whenever you saw her laughing and grinning with girls other than you. You know it’s bad to feel this way. You should mind your own business and stop being selfish. You knew that everything was just wrong. Your feelings. Everything. She’s your friend. Your band mate. A girl. You understood that it’s not right to feel or act this way. You’ve come to terms that the reason why you feel jealous and upset is because you feel something for her. You’ve come to terms with it but at the same time, you’re horribly torn. Why? Maybe you would’ve felt differently about this whole situation if your feelings weren’t so one-sided. Probably. Most likely. But what upsets you the most is that you act possessive. You say that she’s only yours but in reality, she doesn’t even belong to you in the first place. She isn’t mine. -- Pass the cheese, please “Argh!” Amber yelled out in frustration as she crumpled up yet another piece of paper and threw it to the ground. She scratched her head and sighed as she pulled out another sheet for the nth time. Surprisingly, this was harder than school work. She would much rather be doing homework than this. But then again, this was more important to her and required a lot more effort and brainpower. She tapped the pencil onto the blank paper hoping something would pop up on its own. But as much as she wished, she knew that wouldn’t happen. You’re the bubbles in my soda, the helium in my balloons, the confetti at my party, and sparkle in my eyes. “Oh, what the hell?” Amber frowned and scribbled out what she wrote yet again. “How the hell could I let myself write something so lame? UGH,” she smacked herself with her notebook. “C’mon, Amber! You’re a rapper! You’re supposed to be good with words!” Without you in my life The sweet tastes bitter The bright looks dull The soft feels harsh You make sense of my senses. “Crap,” she sighed again as she crumpled up another failed attempt to convey her feelings. “This is hopeless…” she groaned as she laid in bed, taking a break from her intense brainstorming. “Dang it, Krystal. Why does liking you have to be so difficult?” -- A fool in love My name is Amber Liu and I think of a certain girl at the most convenient times. Like when I buy vending machine coffee that accidentally spills and burns my hand. When I brush my teeth and realize how goofy I look grinning in the mirror. When I talk and slip up so bad that she has to correct me. When I burst out laughing when I remember something funny and it’s quiet as everybody looks at me weird. Or when I trip on nothing and I feel like an idiot for doing so. And it amazes me that despite all of my idiotic moments, out of all the people in the world, that certain girl named Krystal Jung chose me. --Opposites “Hey, Amber…” “Yeah, what is it Krystal baby?” “I think it’s a bad thing that you and I are together.” “What? Why?” “Well, you see, it’s like this…” “I’m listening.” “We’re completely opposite from each other. Two halves of the same coin.” “But if we’re on the same coin, that’s what makes us valuable!” Amber said as she took Krystal’s hand. Krystal sighed, “No, you don’t get it. You’re the sun, I’m the moon. You’re day and I’m night. You’re warm and give light to those who need hope. And well, I’m cold, harsh, and just give reality instead.” Amber leaned in closer, “But if I’m the sun and you’re the moon, together we’re what makes the world go ‘round. Together we make the day, life, complete.” Krystal lightly pushed Amber away, “You still don’t get it! I’m a dreamer and you’re the dream.” “But if-” “No, be quiet,” Krystal cut Amber off. “You’re like those people who say ‘Save the trees!’ You want to save the world, do some good deeds, change, and make a difference. As for me, I’m that tree and all I can do is just wait for you to save me.” “Then I’ll save you, Krystal.” “But I can never thank you or anything. I’m a tree. Trees don’t talk.” “I don’t care, I’ll save you anyway.” “Amber, you’re weird,” Krystal grinned. “Look who’s talking. I’m not the one making weird analogies!” Amber laughed. “Seriously, trees?” “You know you like it,” the younger girl playfully hit the others arm. Amber pouted as she pulled Krystal closer to her by the waist, “Yeah, and if you’re a tree, you can thank me by giving me oxygen.” “Fine,” Krystal smirked as she leaned in closer, “But your responses are even weirder than my analogies.” A smile formed on the two as their lips met. Opposites attract. --Memories It’s been about a year and a half since we’ve stopped doing activities together as f(x). Since then, I’ve been busy being a DJ for radio shows and doing a bit of modeling. Victoria went back to China and opened up a small dance school, Sulli went onto continuing her acting career, while Luna is busy with her solo promotions. Soon after our hiatus was announced, Amber left and went back to the States without much of a word. Well, to me at least and it upset me. The family that I’ve come to know and love over the years just now feels so distant. But even so, here I am. In front of this very spot we all promised to return to. “Hey guys!” Amber excitedly. We all turned to the boyish girl who was smiling wide like a giddy little school girl. “Why are you so excited?” Luna asked. “We should do a time capsule!” Amber beamed as she held out an empty shoe box. Everybody nodded eagerly at each other in agreement. “That sounds like a sweet idea!” We all gathered at the top of the highest hill at the park near our dorm with our treasured items concealed in paper bags. Amber said it would be more fun if we didn’t know what each other put into the box and we all agreed. After Amber was done digging, she placed the box inside the hole and let out a sigh of accomplishment. “Nice hole you dug up, dog,” I teased. “You know it,” she winked in return. We all laughed together and it felt nice being able to spend time like this. “Ten years from this very day, at this very time, let’s come back to this spot together and see what we’ve left behind.” Ten years from that day, at this very time, we promised to come back together at this hill. But for some reason, it was just me standing here alone. The thought of it makes my heart sink a little. Did they all forget? Luckily, I remembered and brought a hand shovel with me. I got on my knees and started digging. “Man, how deep did Amber dig this?” Years ago, a bunch of teenagers buried their most cherished memories, hopes, and dreams at this very spot. They laid here for practically a decade. Just as I was about to give up and take a break, I hit what I was searching for. I quickly uncovered the old, worn-out box and took it out from its hiding place. I blew away the remaining dirt from the box and took off the lid. From the contents inside, I took out mine first. Inside the paper bag was the first trophy we won together along with a group photo. I flipped the picture over to its back side. My family kekeke♡ I smiled, “I remember this!” My smile slowly disappeared as I flipped the photo back and laid my eyes on Amber. She’s the one who wanted to do this and she isn’t even here. Suppressing my sadness, I bit my lower lip as I took out hers next. Inside of her bag was a sealed envelope with a couple of pictures inside. The first picture had her holding a sign up with my name on it, “Krystal!” Curious, I quickly flipped to the next picture, “Will…” And then the next, “You…” “Marry…” “Me? :D” “What?” confused and at a loss for words, I looked at each picture again to try and process what I just saw. Did she just propose to me? A familiar voice caught me off guard and startled me, “So what’ll it be, Krystal baby?” I quickly turned around and saw Amber grinning. “Oh, by the way, sorry I’m late,” she apologized as she got on one knee and revealed a gorgeous ring. My breathing became heavier as I tried to fight my emotions. But even with all my effort, a tear managed to roll down my cheek at the whole situation. “You big idiot!” I exclaimed as more tears started to fall. “How could you just up and leave without a word and then come back and propose to me like this? Just who the hell do you think you are, Amber?” She got up and smiled. “I believe that I’m your lover,” Amber grabbed my hand and slipped the ring onto my finger, “It looks nice on you.” She then proceeded to wipe away my tears and embrace me in her arms. As much as I was upset at her and wanted to fight it, it was undeniable that deep down inside, I was overjoyed. I wrapped my arms around Amber, returning her warm feelings. “Seriously, what’s up with that smiley face at the end? You dork,” I joked. “YAAAY!” the sound of cheering, clapping, and laughter broke our hug. The two of us turned to the sight of Victoria, Sulli, and Luna grinning and smiling at us. “Congratulations!” Victoria clapped. “Sorry we’re late to the party!” Sulli said. “Can’t wait till the wedding party!” Luna exclaimed. Everybody was together again. Everything just made my heart feel so warm, tears started to form at the corner of my eyes, “You guys…” Luna nudged my side, “You know, Krystal, that’s not really fair! We all know you love Amber and all but you should take a look at what we put in too!” “Oh, oops! I guess I was too caught up in the moment,” I laughed as I wiped away the moisture from my eyes. I gathered their items from the box. Each of them had a group photo of all of us together. I smiled. “Hey, did you notice that we all picked group pictures particularly of you and Amber next to each other?” Sulli grinned. I looked again at each picture and she was right. On the back of each photo each of them left a message as well. CONGRATUALATIONS ON YOUR MARRIAGE, YOU TWO LOVEBIRDS! > 3< chu~♡ Congratulations to our cute little couple! CONGRATS, GUYS! We’re like a real family now! Give me some cute nieces and nephews! F(x) family! My smile grew larger. Family. “I still can’t believe you guys actually planned this all out together!” --How it started Amber often came to you when she needed something. It was probably because she was more comfortable speaking in English and you were the only one who was fluent. But it didn’t bother you too much, you liked the idea that Amber needed you. She felt comfortable with you and you liked it. You liked the fact that she trusted you. She would often poke your side or tug on your sleeve to catch your attention. “Krystal baby~” You liked how special she made you feel. --Last request The engine roared ferociously as the motorcycle’s speed increased. Within seconds, the bike hit 100 miles per hour. “Amber! Slow down! I’m scared!” Krystal shouted. “No way! This is starting to get exciting! Need for speed, baby!” Amber laughed. Krystal cried, “No it’s not! Amber, please!” “Okay then,” Amber sighed. “But tell me you love me first.” “Amber, I love you! Now please slow down!” “Now give me a big hug.” Despite the ridiculous request, Krystal desperately did as she was told as if her life depended on it. She wrapped her hands tightly around Amber’s waist and buried her face onto the other girl’s back. “Good,” Amber smiled. “Oh, and just one more thing, baby. Do you think you can take my helmet off and wear it? It’s been bugging me.” Later that day, a crash was reported. A young couple on a motorcycle crashed due to break failure. Unfortunately, only one of them survived. --Reality check Krystal Jung broke your heart. She told you that she can’t be with you anymore. She told you she doesn’t need me anymore. She actually told me she’s been a bit intimate with Sulli for quite some time now too. But you didn’t cry when she broke the news. You didn’t want her to see how broken you were. So instead, you brushed it off with a small laugh, “Oh, okay.” She apologized, “I’m sorry, Amber.” “Hey, don’t worry about it. I’m fine. It’s no big deal. It‘s not like we were actually a real couple and dating or anything,” You tried giving her your best reassuring smile. It was true though, it’s not like the two of you came out as a couple or even went out on any real dates. What the two of you had just kind of happened on its own. She needed support and you were there for her. You got closer and things got a bit intimate. That’s probably where you made the biggest mistake. You were blinded by your own feelings while obviously, she wasn’t. Krystal only saw you as that shoulder to cry on, “friends with benefits” kind of deal. And on the other hand, you fell pretty bad for her. And it looks like you’re falling again. But this time hard to the ground from cloud nine. “Anyways, I have to go,” you said looking at your watch. “I promised Nicole we’d eat out together.” You walked out the door without looking at her and with a heavy heart. You kept walking to no real destination because you had nowhere to go. You didn’t make plans with Nicole, it was just a lie to get away from Krystal. It was all just a lie…wasn’t it? Everything. Days passed since then. You tried to avoid any contact with her because it would only weaken your sorry state. But always in the corner of your eye, you would see her laughing and holding hands with Sulli and you would start to feel uneasy again. It hurt you to see that they were so close. Comparing them to what you had with Krystal, there was really nothing between the two of you in comparison. The smiles and glints of light that sparkle from her eyes when she’s with Sulli. They made you jealous because you never had the same effect on Krystal. It’s hard to try and act like everything is okay. It’s hard to act tough. It’s hard not to cry. The only time you can release your tears is when you’re completely alone. You curse yourself for being like this. Maybe if you had just been more honest. Maybe if you had let your tears flow in front of her instead of fighting them back. Maybe she would’ve shown some compassion and mercy. Maybe if you begged her to give you a chance. Maybe if you screamed and cried your heart out. Maybe if you showed her your weakest and lowest state, she would’ve pitied you. You pity yourself. Who are you trying to fool? You can’t make the person you love fall in love with you. You can’t tell them to look at you when they’ve always just been looking past you. They either do or they don’t and you have no right to change that. Just face it, you were really nothing to her. Just nothing at all. --Beyond our control The wounds were deep, fresh, and clean cut. The words were been spoken and can’t be taken back. The hearts were broken and shattered beyond repair. You knew that you couldn’t turn back time. It was impossible. You turned your back and started walking away from her without exchanging any words. In your torn mind you wanted to cry out her name, apologize, and run back to her. You heard her choke on her tears and it hurt you even more. Don’t go, Amber. Don’t go. Please stay with me. You started to walk away faster, turning your back away from a chance at happiness, letting go of your ideal future. Now you can’t get back that wish. From the very beginning you knew that from the depths of your heart that the hardest choice was being with her. Yet you refused to admit it. You wanted to make things work out. You wanted a happy ending. You loved her so much. But you couldn’t. You just couldn’t and you knew things would end up like this. Because of your mistake, you’ve caused her an even greater amount of suffering. Because you tried to be with her. Because you tried to love her. Because you tried to give her happiness. Because you had feelings for her and didn’t stop them from growing. Loving was your sin and leaving her was your only atonement. I’m sorry, Krystal. Unspoken words. --Puzzle It hurt. You cursed yourself for hurting her. It hurt you too. You said things you shouldn’t have. Your hand that was intertwined with hers now feels bare and cold. You watched her form walking away from you, gradually slipping away. Like a child, you chose to suck it up and play it tough. You pretend to not know the reason behind her tears. You pretend not knowing is best. But no matter how hard you try, you know the reasons why and you mutter silent apologies to her back. Amber…I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. As much as you wish you could run up to her and take her back into your arms, you already know that you’ve lost her completely. The days where you used to laugh until your voices cracked and turned hoarse are no more. Your mind continues to wrap around the fond memories of you and her. And as you zone back into reality, your room seems so much wider, empty, and quiet. Your mind tainted with loneliness. You try to get adjusted to your life without her by your side. Everything feels different. The daily routines that consisted of you and her were no more. Now it’s just you. Like a puzzle left incomplete. You felt something was missing and tried to search for it, for her. She was the final piece to your future, your life puzzle. You held her in your hands and carelessly let her go. In your mind, you try to retrace your steps in order to find her, but the longer you think, the more it pains you. Like an incomplete puzzle, the most important piece was missing. Surrounded by emptiness, you wish that piece were beside you to fill up the void. You wish to go back to those carefree days where it was just the two of you. Because those days held that missing piece. Can we go back? Can I take it all back? --Romeo and Cinderella Hey, Amber. Let’s roleplay. You’ll be my Romeo and I’ll be your Juliet. You’ll be the charming handsome figure that sweeps me up off my feet. I’ll be the beautiful girl you can’t take your eyes off of. We’ll be madly in love. Our parents won’t approve of the sinful acts we commit with each other. At night you’ll appear outside my window and I’ll let you inside. Ah. But wait. I don’t want a tragedy. Romeo, please don’t call me Juliet. Instead, I’ll be Cinderella. I’ll sneak out when my family isn’t aware and I’ll make you mine. Like a cunning fox, I’ll seduce you and make you love me hard. I’ll leave you wondering and dumbfounded by my beauty. And I’ll leave my glass slipper for you to come and take me away. Whispering sweet nothings into my ear as your hands wander around my body. Roaming across every inch and discovering a new me with each touch. I hold you closer. Breathing heavily, signaling you to take it a step further. I’m enjoying every second of this. I bite my lip to suppress my moans. I want to cry out your name. You look up and see my struggling face. I shyly turn away from your sly gaze. “Krystal, you’re very cute,” you say as you continue to assault my body with your soft kisses. “Please don’t leave any marks,” I request. You know how to drive me off the edge and make me do things I wouldn’t normally do. “Please be gentle.” I’m not a fan of bitter things. However there are times where you make lose my senses. I can feel you smile against my skin. Kiss me more. Touch me more. Deeply give me your love. It will be a passionate love story. --You belong When you first came to Korea, you felt out of place. Everything was different from the States and you couldn’t understand a thing. To make the situation more awkward, you weren’t even Korean. You felt completely alienated. It was overwhelming and honestly, you were nervous and intimidated by everything around you. You arrived at the dormitory and met your roommate, Sulli. At the time, you only really knew how to introduce yourself in Korean. After exchanging greetings, everything became awkward. You went to go unpack a few of your belongings while she continued to type away that the computer. No words were exchanged afterward, just a long night of awkward silence. Before crawling into your bed, you heaved a heavy sigh. Just what the hell am I doing here? It was rather hard for you to adjust quickly. You continued to study Korean but it proved to be a bit difficult. Many times you would wonder if being in Korea was a mistake. Like you actually weren’t supposed to be here. Like it was a mistake you were chosen to join SM in the first place. Many times you wanted to quit, pack your bags up, and go back home. There have just been so many times when you just felt so confused. However, there was one person who made sense to you. And that person was Krystal Jung. Sulli introduced the two of you together when you were still very new. It was a bit awkward since Sulli barely knew English so she just grabbed Krystal and shoved her right in front of you. “Hi, I’m Krystal,” she greeted a bit shyly. “Amber,” you smiled as the two of you shook hands. Soon after, Krystal turned to Sulli and asked her a question in Korean to which Sulli just nodded in return. The English speaking girl then became flustered. You raised a brow and looked at her with confusion, “Anything wrong?” “Ah, umm…” Krystal stuttered a bit. “I just thought…you were a boy. I’m sorry!” she blushed as she bowed down in apology several times. It was cute. You laughed, “No, it’s okay. I get that a lot.” You patted her on the shoulder to reassure her and smiled. You knew that after meeting Krystal, you didn’t have to feel as insecure anymore. She kept your mind at ease knowing that she’d always be there to help you. However the pressure thickened after debut. Everything felt so surreal but at the same time you felt your stress levels rising. Taking a break from practice, you went up to the roof to get some air. Looking up at the sky relaxes you and empties out your mind. Yet at the same time, it flushes in more thoughts. You miss home, your family, your friends back in the States, and your easy and quiet lifestyle before arriving to Korea. You really miss those days and you really start to wonder whether this is the path you want to take. “Hey Amber~” Krystal chimed as she poked your sides from behind, snapping you out of your deep train of thought. You flinched at the sensation of her touch. “You really need to stop doing that,” you grinned as you flung your arm around her neck, getting her in a slight headlock. “Alright, oppa! I give! I give!” Krystal playfully pleaded as she patted your arm to let go. You smiled and patted her on the head, "Good." You really like Krystal. You like how she’s easily able to put your mind at ease. You like how comfortable you feel when she’s with you. And most importantly, she makes you feel like you belong. Thank you, Krystal. --Sensual “Amber…” she called out. Her voice was faint. “What’s up, Krys-“ Before I could finish, I was abruptly cut off by her lips crashing onto mine. The sensation of our lips connecting was electrifying. It was like a surge of energy that traveled throughout every square inch my body or a massive tidal wave that engulfed me whole. My body was tense from the initial shock. However, that feeling quickly dissipated as I let my emotions take the wheel and steer itself into this crazy storm. I allowed myself be engulfed and I gradually sank in. Heavy breaths, panting, and moans were all that escaped our lips. Her tongue invited itself into my mouth to play. Taking the same notion, I followed suit. Our tongues clashed and probed. Her hands cupped my face and caressed my cheeks. Mine slithered down her torso and wrapped themselves around her waist. Bringing ourselves closer together, the passion deepened. Her hips started to buckle against my body. Sexual tension was rising. She wrapped her leg around one of my own as she started to grind up against me. I caressed her thigh causing her pace to quicken. Krystal pulled away, breathing heavily. She then pulled me by the collar of my shirt and let herself fall backward, causing us to fall onto the bed. With a weak voice she commanded, “Amber…please…” motioning me to have my way with her. Looking down at the younger girl underneath me, her face was flushed and she panted heavily. She looked so vulnerable, delicate, and tempting. I felt as if I were a carnivorous wolf eyeing down this innocent little lamb. The ardent look on her face was absolutely exquisite. I grinned against her ear and whispered, “Shh. Don’t worry, I’ll devour you soon enough.” |
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