Tales are true

Title: Taemin's reaction towards Minzy's freestyle dance.
Rating: G
Genre: Admiration
Pairing: Taemin x Minzy
Length: One-shot

Hi all, it's been a while since I last wrote a fic and Minzy's freestyle dance clip somehow ignited the passion to write this one-shot in Taemin's point of view.

( I tapped my fingers along with the background music and watch her moves. )

Requested by: Khiza
Song challenged: Sorry Sorry Answer
Pairing: Taeminzy
Rating: G
Genre: Fluff

Hey Khiza! this is specially for you! hahaha i'm sorry that this is such a disappoint fic, nothing good is coming to my mind, so yeah. T_T I wanted to just finish this in like one paragraph, but my fingers worked themselves into a page of 600 plus words. OTL. Don't have too much expectations from this, I kinda feel embarassed to have this up, but since I promised you, I shall keep my promise. ^^ hehe, enjoy.

P.S: Next time give me a fluffier song for this pairing kay. kekeke

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Spraying his favourite cologne on his pulse points before adjusting his bowtie and suit, Taemin smirked at his own reflection, “Tonight is the night”.

He stood at the highest level of the mansion, watching the guests dancing and enjoying themselves from the bird’s eye view, while waiting for her to appear.

It took about two ballad tracks and a glass of champagne before he spot her around the corner of the entrance, being dragged in by his cousin, the ends of her bob were permed into beautiful curls that bounced along with her gait, the little navy dress he bought was clutched beautifully on her curvy body, her left hand held a pair of heels while the other was being cuffed by his cousin, Amber.

He smiled at her unique entrance and made his way down the spiral staircases, finally seeing her up close.

He was entice by her beauty, the light make-up she wore emphasized on the pretty features of her face, Taemin could stare at her for eternity and not get bored.

“Taem, She’s all yours!” Amber shoved the girl towards Taemin and left with a wink.

Taemin gave a saluting gesture to acknowledge Amber’s great help, he then turned to face her, if looks could kill,  there is no doubt that Taemin should be dead by now.

“What are you playing at?” she folded her arms and asked with a voice packed with annoyance.

“Nothing, just wanted to invite our Miss strong-headed to my birthday party” Taemin smirked.

“Oh yeah, thank you VERY much, Mr Rich-for-nothing. For your info, I’m done with what I’m supposed to do. From what I know, the freshman is no longer pestering you, and there is no reason for you to associate me in your life anymore.” Minzy said in a breath, almost like rapping.

“What if I have a very good reason now?” Taemin challenged and earned a cocked eyebrow from Minzy.

Lowering his gaze to meet with hers, he started “Miss Gong Minji, I want you in my life”

A hand came and sent a whack to the back of his head. Rubbing the sore spot, Taemin looked up and realize all eyes were darting on him.
“Why did you do that for?” Taemin hissed.

“To bring you back to reality” now it was Minzy’s turn to smirk.

“I am speaking the truth! I like you and I want you in my life” the crowd around them gasps in unison, and the attention was now diverted to Minzy.

 Minzy looked around nervously, she do not appreciate this type attention at all.

“You are the one who told me not to fall in love with you, You are the one who said a rich person like you should never be associated with a poor human like me.. You are—“ Before Minzy could finish her sentence, Taemin went down on one knee and held a hand out.

“I’m sorry” the crowd gasped louder this time.

Lee Taemin, the only child of the top-notch Lee empire, well known to be bratty, stuck-up and prideful is now down on one knee in front of a big crowd of guests, saying sorry to a girl from an average income family.

“What are you doing! Get up!” Minzy hissed and goosebumps started forming on her skin.

“Not until you agree to dance with me” his smirk is now gone, a look of plea and sincerity replaced it.

Minzy hesitated for a moment before drawing her hand out and took Taemin’s.

The crowd exploded into applauses and cheers, Minzy looked at Taemin in his eyes, and for the first time, she saw tears.

“Are you crying?” She asked.

“Shouldn’t I be?” was his answer.

Minzy never knew the warmth in his hands could send blood rushing up to her cheeks and make her heart pump twice of its usual speed.

“Thank you so much Minzy. It’s like you were sent to save me from this loneliness.” Taemin whispered into her ear as they moved in sync to the waltz music.

“I don’t know, Taemin. I don’t think I could start to like you in such a short time. Everything happened too fast” Minzy replied, her voice tainted with regret.

She felt his body stiffened to the words, and a pang of guilt hit her.

“But I think there is no harm trying” she added and felt him nod on her shoulder.

“You know what, If you do not have the slightest interest in me, you wouldn’t be here in the first place” Taemin teased.

Minzy did not reply, from a noticeable distance, Amber saw her smile against Taemin’s shoulder.

“Thank you” Minzy mouthed and Amber nodded.
 

Title: Words Of Comfort
Author: txytxy
Pairing: Ryeowook & Kyuhyun
Rating/Genre: G/Friendship one-shot

Words Of Comfort

That night seemed like a special night where everything seemed extra peaceful. Kyuhyun thought the night felt too good to be spent on his computer games, so he grabbed the keys from his table and hurried up the 12th level to look for his best buddy, it’s time for some heart to heart talk.

“Hello hyung” upon entering the 12th floor apartment, Kyuhyun hurried past Donghae who was working out on the gym rider in the living room and entered Ryeowook’s room as silently as possible.

“Kyuhyun ah, what-“before Donghae could even finish his sentence, the door was closed right in his face.

.*.

Ryeowook sighed, tracing the full moon with his finger; he had his leather composition book on his lap as he searched for some inspirations.

He pondered about his life as a celebrity, his life as ordinary Kim Ryeowook and his life as a son of his parents. Tears started to form around the brim of his eyes as feelings of emptiness and helplessness filled him.

There were so much things he wanted to fulfill as a celebrity, he wants to be able to sing his own composition on stage, wants to take part in a musical, wants people to recorgnise him as a good singer, and not just as Super Junior’s eternal maknae, Kim Ryeowook.

There were so much things he wanted to do as Kim Ryeowook, he wants to fall in love with someone, he wants to hold his girlfriend’s hand and feel the surge of blissfulness exploding in his chest, he wants to travel around the world and help the less fortunate, he want to live a life that would bring him happy memories when he aged.

There were so much things he wanted to do as a son, he wants to bring his parents out for a vacation and spend time listening to his father talk about life, he wants to learn new recipes from his mother and cuddle up in her arms, he wants to be a filial son who could be there for his parents anytime they need him.

“So much wants, so little time” he muttered softly.

“Hey Crybaby” Ryeowook’s train of thoughts was broken by a deep voice, the bass note of KRY.

“Yah, Kyuhunnie, why are you here?”

“I’m hungry” Kyuhyun shrugged and settled down on the empty spot beside Ryeowook.

Ryeowook let out an amused laugh and placed his composition book down on the balcony’s floor before hurrying over to his cupboard to get some food for his maknae.

Kyuhyun ran his fingers across the cover of the leather material and flipped it over. A smile crept up his face as he turned over the pages of beautiful notes and handwritings, if there’s one thing Kyuhyun would want to exchange with Ryeowook, it would be his composing talent.

“Here” an opened pack of cookies invaded Kyuhyun’s vision, he took one and placed it in between his teeth as he continued flipping the pages as if he’s reading his starcraft tips and tricks book.

“What’s so interesting, Kyuhyunnie?” Ryeowook asked as he chewed on his cookie like a bunny.

“Everything” Kyuhyun took a bite off his cookie and swept the crumbs off the book on his lap.

Ryeowook let out a bitter laugh and stared up at the velvet skies, his heart sinking down like a big heavy stone.

“Why?” sensing something amiss, Kyuhyun placed the composition book away and sat closer to Ryeowook.

“Kyuhyun ah, I’m so envious of Yesung hyung and you” Ryeowook said, his eyes still fixed on the night skies.

Kyuhyun let out a soft sigh and placed an arm over Ryeowook’s shoulders. Of course he understood why Ryeowook felt this way, even he, himself felt sad when he saw how underrated his friend was.

“I worked as hard, I practiced as hard, but I can never shine as much as you guys” Kyuhyun saw a gleam of tears in Ryeowook’s eyes, he did not know why, but a surge of anger filled him.

“Yah! Kim Ryeowook, why are you saying things like this” Kyuhyun’s sudden change of tone shocked Ryeowook a little.

“Because it’s true” Ryeowook retorted.

“No, it’s not true. Let me tell you, you are one of the best singers I’ve ever known.” If Ryeowook’s eyes were not held in place by his skull, they should be on the ground by now.

Looking pass his bewildered expression, Kyuhyun continued,

“When you sing, you don’t just sing with your voice alone, you sing with your heart, mind and senses. When I listen to our album tracks, your voice is always the first one I noticed of, it’s so prominent and unique.When your solo OST track came out, I had it on repeat mode because I can’t get enough of your voice. It makes me want to cry just by listening, your voice has the ability to comfort someone when they’re down, and the lyrics- it’s like your voice is trying to tell the story of the song. I’ve never told you this, but sometimes I’m so jealous of you and your talent.”

“Jealous?” Ryeowook looked at Kyuhyun as if he’s speaking Greek to him.

“Yes, Jealous. I’m jealous of how you can relate your emotions to the lyrics so well, how you can bring so much comfort to someone with just your voice and how you can hit some notes without much effort. I want to sing like you, but no matter how hard I tried, there is just some essence missing in it, then I realize, ah, it’s because I’m not Ryeowook” Kyuhyun said, shaking slightly from the outburst.

Eyes filled with tears, Ryeowook pulled Kyuhyun into a big hug.

“What is this?” Kyuhyun frowned.

“Look, the evil spawn of Super Junior is actually sitting in Kim Ryeowook’s room and comforting him with the sweetest words in this whole wide world!”

“That’s because I’m hungry and I want Kimchi fried rice” Kyuhyun broke the hug and placed his hands on his own waist.

“Cho Kyuhyun, you bastard” Ryeowook laughed and whacked Kyuhyun on the back.

“I don’t want you to say things like that again, understand?” Kyuhyun asked, his hands on Ryeowook’s shoulders.

After receiving a nod, Kyuhyun pulled Ryeowook into another hug “Your time to shine will come, I assure you, because a person with such a bright talent cannot be hidden in the dark for long. One day, someone would find you and the next moment you realize you would be on the stage, touching every soul with your voice.”

“Thank you so much, Kyuhyunnie” Ryeowook patted Kyuhyun’s back as his vision blurred with happy tears.

“I want my Kimchi fried rice now” Kyuhyun ordered.

“Yes Sir, right away” wiping away his tears, Ryeowook dashed out to the kitchen and whipped up the best Kimchi fried rice Kyuhyun had ever tasted in his whole 5 years of living in the dorm.

.*.

“So this is what Maknaes on top mean” Ryeowook commented as he cleared the dishes in the sink.

Kyuhyun sniggered and asked “What does it mean?”

“It means when one Maknae is about to fall, the other Maknae would pull him up back to the top”

“Are you complimenting me?” Kyuhyun smiled brightly, his arms folded with pride.

“No, I’m complimenting our fans for coming up with such a cool name for us”

“KyuWook will always be the best pair” Kyuhyun said as he grabbed the kitchen towel to wipe the table.

“Yes it will. Even if one day, we’re no longer singers anymore, KyuWook would still live on. We shall never give up on each other.”

Taking off his dishwashing gloves, Ryeowook went over and pulled out his pinky finger, with a childish laugh, Kyuhyun hooked it around his own pinky finger tightly.

“Promised” and with that, the friendship vow was made.

- End -