Alphabet drabbles: dramas
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Ouch, ouch, painkillers, why aren't you working? Anyway, first two of the alphabet drabbles done (letters D and F)! Expect more tonight.
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rinslet requested a Jeongwoo drabble. That reminds me, I need to finish writing up that My Girl review.
No more what-ifs
Written forrinslet, on the word "destined"
What if he had met her first? Would it have made a difference? He doesn't believe in chance or luck, not anymore; love, he now knows, is a function of fate. Even if he had met her first, she would not have loved him, and their meeting would merely be an alternate trajectory towards this same point: him, leaning nonchalantly against the doorframe, watching her watch herself in the mirror as she awkwardly fiddles with the flowers in her hair. The veil is lying on the floor, a limp river of gauze and silk, and there are hairpins strewn about on the carpet. Yurin looks up at him with a tired, ironical smile. "Don't say it. I look ridiculous."
He shakes his head and gathers the veil in his arms. "Need help?"
"Nah. Leave it." She studies her reflection again, her mouth skeptical. She crosses her arms and slouches; the flowers slip precariously below her left ear. "Look at Ju Yurin, playing at Cinderella. A pretend-bride at a make-believe wedding. Even now, I look like a fake."
"You look dazzling," he says simply and positions the veil gently, on her head. The silk falls over her face, opaque enough to obscure her expression.
She jerks away, and the flowers fall out of her hair. She gives a little exasperated snort. "Drat those things. As if there weren't enough of them at the wedding already."
He laughs and hands her some more hairpins. She grins at him and turns back to the mirror to fix her hair. He suddenly can't bear to look at her, so he turns back to the door. "Hey," he says, keeping his voice lighthearted, "promise you'll be happy. Because if you aren't, I won't hesitate to steal you away." She can't see his face, but he straightens and smiles anyway, to persuade her that it's just a joke. Lies are most convincing if you believe them yourself. He learned that from the master herself.
If he had met her first, would he have fallen in love at all?
But there are some lies that he can't tell; his heart too followed a predetermined direction, a path meant to collide with hers. Step by step, he walks away from her, down the hallway to the entrance lobby where the guests are already starting to arrive. "No more what-ifs, Suh Jeongwoo," he tells himself, and with that, bids regret goodbye.
END
aetherangelette requested...a fic for the fake drama I made up for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
falsificatio. Er. The following isn't at all what she expected, I'll bet, but it would work as part of a scene from the drama.
Hyodo
Written foraetherangelette, on the word "forever"
"Stop being stubborn, Father. It's for your own good. You won't live forever, you know," he said as he paced his office.
His secretary appeared on a small wall-screen and announced, "Holoconference with the directors in five minutes, sir," but he waved her away with a scowl.
"You're still a convalescent. I would feel less anxious if you were here where I can make sure you're being taken care of. Yes, I /know/ you've always been healthy, but they say the relapse rate is over 40% and--"
He sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Yes, I understand." He sat back down at his desk and began reviewing the projections displayed on the glass-top. "Give Mother my regards. Yu-hwa? She's coming down on next week's shuttle. Yes, of course, we'll visit."
The secretary appeared again and coughed discreetly. He nodded at her and began walking to the holoconferencing room. "I have a meeting now, but we'll continue this conversation later. Take care of your health, Father." He turned off his earset with a slow click.
END
Yours &c.
Ouch, ouch, painkillers, why aren't you working? Anyway, first two of the alphabet drabbles done (letters D and F)! Expect more tonight.
rinslet requested a Jeongwoo drabble. That reminds me, I need to finish writing up that My Girl review.No more what-ifs
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rinslet, on the word "destined"What if he had met her first? Would it have made a difference? He doesn't believe in chance or luck, not anymore; love, he now knows, is a function of fate. Even if he had met her first, she would not have loved him, and their meeting would merely be an alternate trajectory towards this same point: him, leaning nonchalantly against the doorframe, watching her watch herself in the mirror as she awkwardly fiddles with the flowers in her hair. The veil is lying on the floor, a limp river of gauze and silk, and there are hairpins strewn about on the carpet. Yurin looks up at him with a tired, ironical smile. "Don't say it. I look ridiculous."
He shakes his head and gathers the veil in his arms. "Need help?"
"Nah. Leave it." She studies her reflection again, her mouth skeptical. She crosses her arms and slouches; the flowers slip precariously below her left ear. "Look at Ju Yurin, playing at Cinderella. A pretend-bride at a make-believe wedding. Even now, I look like a fake."
"You look dazzling," he says simply and positions the veil gently, on her head. The silk falls over her face, opaque enough to obscure her expression.
She jerks away, and the flowers fall out of her hair. She gives a little exasperated snort. "Drat those things. As if there weren't enough of them at the wedding already."
He laughs and hands her some more hairpins. She grins at him and turns back to the mirror to fix her hair. He suddenly can't bear to look at her, so he turns back to the door. "Hey," he says, keeping his voice lighthearted, "promise you'll be happy. Because if you aren't, I won't hesitate to steal you away." She can't see his face, but he straightens and smiles anyway, to persuade her that it's just a joke. Lies are most convincing if you believe them yourself. He learned that from the master herself.
If he had met her first, would he have fallen in love at all?
But there are some lies that he can't tell; his heart too followed a predetermined direction, a path meant to collide with hers. Step by step, he walks away from her, down the hallway to the entrance lobby where the guests are already starting to arrive. "No more what-ifs, Suh Jeongwoo," he tells himself, and with that, bids regret goodbye.
END
aetherangelette requested...a fic for the fake drama I made up for falsificatio. Er. The following isn't at all what she expected, I'll bet, but it would work as part of a scene from the drama.Hyodo
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aetherangelette, on the word "forever""Stop being stubborn, Father. It's for your own good. You won't live forever, you know," he said as he paced his office.
His secretary appeared on a small wall-screen and announced, "Holoconference with the directors in five minutes, sir," but he waved her away with a scowl.
"You're still a convalescent. I would feel less anxious if you were here where I can make sure you're being taken care of. Yes, I /know/ you've always been healthy, but they say the relapse rate is over 40% and--"
He sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Yes, I understand." He sat back down at his desk and began reviewing the projections displayed on the glass-top. "Give Mother my regards. Yu-hwa? She's coming down on next week's shuttle. Yes, of course, we'll visit."
The secretary appeared again and coughed discreetly. He nodded at her and began walking to the holoconferencing room. "I have a meeting now, but we'll continue this conversation later. Take care of your health, Father." He turned off his earset with a slow click.
END
Yours &c.
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Date: 2006-05-01 05:03 pm (UTC)If he had met her first, would he have fallen in love at all?
/me loves that line. Heck I loved everything. You made Jeong Woo sooo in character ahhh!!! Tari!! (can I call you that XD don't know what to call you) It's very beautiful!
>______> Man, now I'm wishing for a My Girl 2 to just focus on Jeong Woo!! T____T He needs happiness!!
Thanks for the drabble. T_T Really. I loved it.
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Date: 2006-05-01 09:57 pm (UTC)Oh, and feel free to call me Tari. XD
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Date: 2006-05-01 08:19 pm (UTC)And Grandma would be running the chaebol behind the scenes. With Grandpa off in a gym somewhere.
And I'll take Jeongwoo for two years since Grandpa seems to be a bit occupied. xD~ No Yurin for Jeongwoo! (What did you mean by fake wedding?)
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Date: 2006-05-01 09:59 pm (UTC)The fake wedding...::facepalms:: She's getting married to Gongchan but she feels out-of-place. Hence that whole line.
And too bad, you didn't set any specifications other than character and word, and it was about the grandpa, so there. I even mentioned the grandma, so you ought to be happy. :P
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Date: 2006-05-02 05:46 am (UTC)He loves her still. *sigh* This is so sad but very beautiful. If there's one thing I regret of My Girl ending that way, it was Jeong Woo didn't get the girl at the end. They should make a new character for him.
Thank you for writing this!!! *throws confettis*