Ce N'est Pas Tous Les Jours
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Ce n'est pas tous les jours
French for: It is not every day….
It is not every day…
…that a heavenly being is actually having the time of his life, watching his children played his script, in his fair size mystical plasma tv.
It is not every day….
…that serendipity happens.
It is not every day…
…that love can be found when you least expect it.
It is not every day…
…that a piece of bread, from a K-Pop Idol's mother's bakery, was the remaining tangle of the so-called red thread.
It is not every day…
…that a carton of strawberry milk could have a different meaning to that one particular monkey face.
It is not every day…
…that a blushing ordinary girl, can make Super Junior's Eunhyuk's heart, thump out of rhythm.
But…
….what if?
What if…
…a heavenly being is actually having the time of his life, watching his children played his script, in his fair size mystical plasma tv?
What if…
…serendipity really do exists at the time?
What if...
…love can really be found, the least you expect it?
What if…
...a piece of bread, from a K-Pop Idol's mother's bakery, was the remaining tangle of the so-called red thread?
What if…
...a carton of strawberry milk could have a different meaning to that one particular monkey face?
What if…
...a blushing ordinary girl, can make Super Junior's Eunhyuk's heart, thump out of rhythm?
FATE…has it really been always the answer?
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WAIT! WAIT! WAIT!
Before any violent reaction whatsoever, let me explain first... *crossing fingers that you
I KNOW, I KNOW, I KNOW WHAT YOU GUYS ARE THINKING *insert all spazzing over yours truly (good or bad)
...Let me save myself first by explaining:
1. This is just going to be a solid one shot. Or maybe two? But wanting it to be just a one shot. That's it!
2. I'm an ULTIMATE EUNHYUK BIAS. A SOLID EUNHAE/HAEHYUK SHIPPER (whatever floats my boat with my writer's feels).
3. This idea pops into my head in the middle of nowhere (more likely at my bed, not yet showered (>_<), shutting down my laptop) contemplating about my stressful life as a working girl (i'm slowly LOSING MY SANITY i'm telling you!).
4. I even have to lie and excuse myself to go to the toilet, and I went inside an empty cubicle (the cleaner even dared to ask me what was the pen and paper for and i have quickly blurted out 'tasks that my gibberish speaking manager wants me to do'), sat on top of the toilet, and just write the whole idea before it went out of my head.
5. i did mentioned before that I used to write "straight/hetero" or whatever you call it stories before coming back to my writer's feels and started writing EunHae stories instead. So I'm trying to give it a try once, if I still have what it takes (I was like 11 when I started writing and my classmates were my fans of my childish stories, I only did it for a year though and the next years were more like sneaking out of the house to attend dance practices because my family weren't really fond of the idea, of me, dancing. They wanted me to just STUDY! STUDY! STUDY! But i like studying, I just don't like burying myself with books too much and screwed my young life totally.
6. I THINK I'M GONNA REGRET IT IF I DON'T WRITE THIS, OKAY? (the same emotions I have when I came up with LMS. (But i didn't breakdown LMS like #4.)
Soo... *puppy-eyes
Love this. Hate this. I'm not sure what would your reactions be. But as the stubborn lady that I am, I'M DOING IT!
*inhale,exhale,inhale,exhale
I JUST really, really, like, REALL, REALLY would LOVE IT if you guys would enjoy it really.
vo^^ov
DISCLAIMER:
I SOLELY OWN THE IDEA/PLOT. DO NOT PLAGIARIZE. PLEASE. THANK YOU.
OTHER ON-GOING FICS:
* Losing My Sanity (Chaptered HaeHyuk Fic)
* A Fox's Smile (Seoul+Lost+And+Found Contest Entry: short HaeHyuk story)
Foreword
The whole crowd was going wild, jumping up and down, singing out loud together with them, chanting their names as loud as they can, desperately trying to get their attention even in a short span of a second.
Looking at the vast sapphire blue waves in front of them, thousand of fans standing to their feet, disregarding the hotness of the space, the wild surroundings they are in, the sweat sticking to different bodies, the long hours of merely standing even before the beginning of this once in a lifetime gathering. This…this is what the team have been keeping them strong and burning with the desire to continue what they are doing.
Or rather, Hyukjae's aka Eunhyuk's answers over his overwhelming heart's fear of non-stop worries of what will happen with him and his friends in the future. Eunhyuk has always been made fun off, laugh at, or been fooled around with for the last nine years, but he was the most precious and valued member amongst all. At these gatherings, he can selfishly say to himself, that for him, this is what they are made of, this is what he is living for.
…For the last nine years, maybe. But now, it's time to change that.
Amongst the hysterical crowd, a not-so-young-lady was leaning over the VIP rail's and was having the time of her life as she tried to held back the tears of overwhelming happiness, get the best of her, while in the middle of the fun. She was grinning like the weird idiot that she was but she doesn't really mind though, she got to see them in flesh after four years of pathetically ogling then in Youtube (Yup, she's a late bloomer to this sort of stuffs, but the hell she cares, she's glad she became one before it was too late. And doesn't mind getting broke because of the damn expensive ticket, but to hell with all of that). She could finally see them breathing. Hear them talking gibberish (because her Korean is still so-so so she thinks like that). And have fun laughing at their idiotic acts that despite the not-so-young-age the hallyu stars have now, she just loves everything about them, they all love everything about them.
Her almond shaped-eyes were turning into crescents as her eyes wandered all around her, and to the euphoric sight in front of her. She just continues to lean on the rail, her eyes misty and dreamy as the idiotic-sheepish grin couldn't be completely ruin by anyone that very special day. I can die now in peace.
…Na-ah, aish this girl really. Not so fast deary, I'm not yet done with you. I'm just about to start.
He stretches his arms as he lazily bore down his eyes to his now two interesting 'children' that were having wide smiles due to different personal reasons. A playful smirk appeared to his usual gentle face.
A faint snap of the fingers...
It’s about time.
Lights. Camera. Action…
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