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[!] WILL BE TAKING A HIATUS UNTIL SEPT. 18.

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“Will you help me?”

Four Word Prompts: Not Accepting!

Almost midnight and like always, Wonpil was up with his lamp on and books spread out on his desk. He didn’t like school work piling up, so he studied the new material beforehand in order to get a better grasp of it the next day. It was his way of staying ahead and getting good grades. Grades were everything to him. 

He rested his head on the palm of his hand as he wrote on his textbook. It was full of notes, highlights, and comments that it would be impossible for the book to be reused. Some parts were hard to read after so much written on there. There was a sudden buzz coming from his bed. Wonpil stood up and checked, it was a call from Junhoe. He grit his teeth at the name displayed, but he still took the call.

“Help you?” Wonpil could feel his ears turning red. “I don’t know what those friends of yours want you to do, but don’t bring me into your mess.” There was no response on the other side and the silence annoyed him. “You’re on your own.”

click.

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this is so unnecessary kim wonpil ;a; / cr. fancam: 감자티

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Send “✆” for a MORNING text. Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text. Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text. Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text. Send “#” for a RANDOM text. Send “@” for a SCARED text. Send “&” for a LOVING text. Send “%” for a CURIOUS text. Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text. Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text. Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

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Boy she was good. Wonpil’s eyes looked down at her hands making their way towards his, creating a wave of shivers up his arm. With his other arm, he took the drink and drank it in one shot. A drink was always good after a long shift and the slightly burning feeling in his throat was relaxing. He placed the glass on the table and held the woman’s hand that was on top of his, caressing it with his thumb. “Hm, thank you.” He smiled at her, his gaze focusing on her once again.

Her beauty was all he could see, really. She had long blonde hair with streaks of brown and her eyes were sensual and gentle at the same time. She was the type to be in a man’s dreams and an impossible reality. If this were him back then, he wouldn’t waste his time on learning her name or even remembering her face, but Wonpil’s mind has changed and knowing her more had become more interesting than what is under her clothing... That can come after.

“Up for another round? Or maybe we can get out of here and find something else to do.” Wonpil tilted his head slightly and the corner of his lip rose up.

— blurry encounters.

And she was right. When the clock hit ten, and the woman had downed a few more drinks, though not enough to have her too drunk, the man had returned after a while of the two watching each other. It was all so steamy, the thought of it. The two watching each other from across the room, knowing they both wanted the same thing. And when he came back, it only intensified. The blonde grinned at the other, sliding a glass towards him. “Drink up.” She cooed, her fingers trailing up his hand and a little up his wrist, tracing a little circle there whilst her eyes were focused on his. “You had a busy shift, you deserve it, baby.

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“Who were you with?”

Four Word Prompts: Not Accepting!

It was 3 am.3 IN THE MORNING. 

Wonpil rolled away from his phone and covered his head with the cool side of the pillow. A muffled groan escaped his lips as the phone kept ringing, even after he didn’t answer 2 times already. Who could be calling him at this hour. Not his family would call more than once after a no answer. But this one just kept going. He rolled closer to the phone and his swollen eyes checked the number. He didn’t recognize it and that just made him more confused. 

“Hello?”“Who were you with?”

Wonpil closed his eyes and let out a sign. Drunk dial. Just his luck. He licked his dry lips as he tried to gather his thoughts. “Look, it’s 3 am and you have dialed the wrong number. Have a good night.” After that, he clicked end and turned off his phone.

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— together this time.

Parties... Wonpil doesn’t remember the last time he ever went to one- high school probably, but that lifetime seems so far away now. But the moment he received an invitation to a birthday bash for Jiyong, he didn’t think it would hurt to go to one. Also, it wasn’t just a random party. It was a friends...? Wonpil wasn’t too sure what his relationship with Jiyong was, but if their encounter was because of music, he was set. No explanations necessary. Not long ago, Wonpil had finished a song they were both working on and what a better present than a song? In his mind, he was set. Well, kind of.

Now, his sense of fashion faltered ever since high school. He wasn’t the best dressed back then either, but if you saw him now, your eyes would be scarred. And don’t even get me started with that pink sweater of his. Wonpil took out his phone and quickly found Junhoe’s number.

“You got the invitation, right?” It was plainly obvious that the other did. Back in high school, he had gotten into a clique Wonpil most disliked and all they ever seemed to do was get into these types of scenes and without him. “I need a date, want to come with?” He asked, dropping himself onto his bed. “Plus, I need to borrow some clothes.” Wonpil wasn’t really sure if there were the same size anymore, but he’ll work something out. “I’m also going to be playing this new piece as a present. Wouldn’t want you to miss it~” He cutely added at the end, biting his lip in anticipation for his answer.

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The car ride made it seem like he was 2 steps away from civilization where anyone could have seen him and helped him quicker. Or maybe they wouldn’t have. A bleeding man was nothing but bad news and no one would want such a burden, not even himself. He would have passed by him or just called the cops and have them deal with it, not caring if it was the right thing to do or not. Yet he sits here in this strangers car who did not suggest anything else but aid.

Wonpil turned away from him and back at the scenery that now seemed familiar to him and the streetlights weren’t as spaced out like back there. The city really needs to fix that. He wouldn’t want anyone else be dumped there, or even himself again. There was always a second time and he is sure he won’t be lucky as he was now. He should really think of a way to thank this guy once he’s better. A deed like this is rare and Wonpil won’t accept the man to go away with nothing.

He wasn’t sure why the other laughed, but Wonpil joined him right after for a different reason. “But you could have.” His monotone voice took over the short silence between them. “Even the most human will do anything to protect themselves.” For that moment it felt like his pain was fading away. That or his body was ready to pass out. Regardless, it felt better than to keep feeling this pain.

His head began to bob up and down as he started to fight against nature. “We’re almost there?” He let his head drop to the side, breathing heavily in order for his body to gain a little strength. He was beginning to feel more lightheaded, losing himself little by little, but he didn’t want to leave this poor guy alone. Wonpil closed his eyes and kept breathing, trying to stay awake.

— second chance.

He thought he looked like a crazy person just laughing to himself so he decided to make something up. “Kind of silly to thank me, Wonpil.” Great– now he just sounded like an ass to a dying man. “There was no way I could just leave someone when they’re practically bleeding out in the street. That’s just inhumane.” He was telling the truth but he felt like he was sugar-coating it to prove something to him. Maybe he was already on the right foot for making things right with his ex-prey and he hadn’t even realized it… hopefully.

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“You look really tired.”

Four Word Prompts: Not Accepting!

It had been a while since the crowed dispersed and Wonpil was almost done gathering his equipment and placing it in a roller. He was rather successful today and it was all thanks to that guy who was recording. People noticed him, maybe thinking Wonpil was someone famous, and so more people gathered around him. Either that or they were there because of him. He was pretty handsome.

Wonpil noticed a man approaching him, but he kept his eyes on wrapping everything on the cart. He looked up at him when he spoke and Wonpil smiled. “Yeah, I guess you can say that.” He hadn’t slept for a whole day which sucked because he wasn’t as strong as he was back then. When he was younger he could have lasted 2 days without sleep and still feel great. Now it is just 1 day and he feel like he could crash in any moment. “I saw you recording, did you get nice shots of me?” He joked, chuckling to himself.

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"You can trust me."

Four Word Prompts: Not Accepting!

Wonpil had always felt a bit weird about handing his instruments to someone. They were valued more than his life and if any of them were damaged, he would be in distraught. His instruments, his music were the only things that kept him at bay since they day his life turned for the worse. And he watches Yubin take his guitar, nails digging into the sofa. “Be careful, it’s quiet heavy.” He repeated once again which only received him a sigh from her.

"You can trust me.” Flowed from her lips and her eyes did not waver as she did so. It somehow gave Wonpil reassurance that it was going to be okay, but not just for his guitar, but for himself. From the moment he spoke to her that night, he could feel his life coming to a stop, even for just a moment. He felt happy. He felt safe. Wonpil only nodded at her and his pained fingers came to a rest. He sat there, watching her serious expression and listening to her play, surprised that she knew how to play. He smiled throughout, wondering if this could be it.

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“I can’t trust you.”

Four Word Prompts: Not Accepting!

Wonpil narrowed his eyes at her and signed after knowing he couldn’t win at this starring contest he began in his own mind. The phrase used to irritate him coming from her, but after so many times hearing it, it has become something cute to his ears. It almost turned into their own ‘I trust you” even though to her it would still have the original meaning.

Wonpil rolled his eyes and pushed the plate towards her. “You said you liked a cooked meal and here it is. Stop complaining.” It’s true that he wasn’t the greatest cook, but he thinks he isn’t the worst either. After years of living alone, one eventually learns the basics of cooking. “I even made it look pretty for you, look.” He points at the small piece of cilantro that topped the rest of the food. “It looks just like the one on TV!… C’mon!”

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It was a breakthrough moment in his life. After years of not looking, was this really his chance? And with such a gorgeous woman too? If he could pat himself in the back he would. Wonpil kept a cool front as he walked away from her table to let the bartender know of her order. He walked towards other tables in the mean time, still feeling her gaze on him. It was so new, so thrilling. Being pursued by a woman... it actually felt pretty cool and it made he seem 10 times more attractive than she already is. And of course, it would be a lie to say he didn’t take a peek at her legs before departure. It’s a must in a man’s mind. Whoever says otherwise is a liar.

He brought back her drink and another one. “This one is on the house.” He adds as he slides the drink towards her. With a smirk and a wink, he takes off once again and loses his shit inside. He was actually proud of himself for staying cool when in reality he’s desperate for time to pass quicker. It was a a situation he hadn’t experienced in a long time that once it’s happening, he can’t let it pass by. He was never the type to do so. Maybe that’s why he got into so much trouble back in the day.

The clock strikes 10pm and Wonpil scurries towards the backroom and comes out the same, just without an apron. He walks towards the woman once again and sits right in front of her, placing his hands on the table. “Shift is over.” He leans his upper body closer, I’m all yours.”

— blurry encounters.

The more she looked at him, the more attractive she found him. Maybe it was because the drinks were piling up, or maybe it was just because she was checking him out for so long. Her tongue instinctively ran against her bottom lip, pulling it into a simple bite when she looked at him. Nice. Very nice. Her eyes moved to avoid being too creepy, taking her drink to her lips and swallowing down a few remaining gulps as her eyes looked around the room once more. The place got a bit lighter now that she felt she wasn’t completely alone. 

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“I need to go.”

Four Word Prompts: Not Accepting!

There was nothing better than a late sunday night playing music and drinking with a good friend. Their connection grew with music and knowing that Jiyong liked his music made it a whole lot better and confident to play alone with him. Wonpil’s fingers strummed the strings and then he placed his hand on them to stop the sound. “You know, I’ve been wanting to write a song.” He began, tuning his guitar. “A sad song.” He strums his guitar again and stops it. “I just can’t find anything that fits right now.” He strums and nods once he found the right sound to his ears. He looks over at Jiyong sitting across from him in an inclined chair and drink in hand. “Do you have any ideas?” 

He watches Jiyong sit up from the chair. “I need to go.” He hears him say, and Wonpil’s eyes widen with a smile on his face as his fingers pluck a few strings over and over. “That’s not bad. I could probably add it on the first part of the song.” He mumbled to himself, taking the pen on the table and writing a few more things down. “Thanks, man.” He says, looking up at an already standing Jiyong, no drink in hand. “Oh, you were serious?” He asks, smiling sheepishly.

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Fortunate enough, the man Wonpil held onto decided to take him into his car. He was sure to look like an idiot if the other had refused and dying seemed less scary than that. His head rested on the headrest and the rest of his body follow along the shape of the seat. Wonpil wanted to thank this man, but he was feeling more dizzy and more pain as the seconds pass that no words would form in his mouth. His breathing was only heavy and already the smell of his own blood contributed to his headache. 

Wonpil, at this state, obviously didn’t mind the silence. It was comforting because he could finally focus on himself rather than just running away without a thought. His stained fingers looked for the button to lower the window and hoped the man wouldn’t mind. He was already being helped and he didn’t want to cause any more trouble for him. The breeze quickly hit his face and he could only make out a few parts of the scenery. He didn’t recognize it and wondered how far he really was from his home and if he could have made it somewhere safe... Probably not.

It didn’t seem like the silence lasted long and his headache only grew with the sound of the other’s voice. Wonpil really didn’t have a choice to complain since he’s basically the beggar in the situation, but he really wished for the other to be quiet. Noise can make such a difference to the pain he was feeling and Wonpil already wanted to stop feeling. A situation like this was a first and maybe the men wanted to make it clear that there could be more to come. 

He took a moment to clear the taste of blood from his mouth before answering him. “My name is Kim Wonpil.” He uttered slowly, grunting a bit from the pain. After that, he was silent. Wonpil had no choice. To have someone know about his situation or have the men know that he ratted anyone out would have him beheaded and having a body part cut off would not seem pleasant to anyone... Unless they’re into that sort of thing, however Wonpil is not. Not even close. “Thanks.” He manages to say, looking over at the bright white hair that stood out from the darkness of the night and a few vaguely familiar facial features that was illuminated by the streets lights they passed by.

— second chance.

When in doubt though, he figured might as well be honest. “Uh, sorry. I was going to say your name but I realized I don’t know it. I don’t even know how you got like… this.”

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Four Word . Prompts

“Please, come with me.”

“You’re always number one.”

“I can’t do this.”

“I won’t let you.”

“Maybe I’m just crazy.”

“I’m not even sorry.”

“Honestly, just stop it.”

“I believe in you.”

“Don’t be an ass.”

“Who were you with?”

“Please talk to me.”

“I can’t trust you.”

“I need you, though.”

“Don’t be fucking rude.”

“Is that my shirt?”

“So, it was you.”

“I need to go.”

“Just stay with me.”

“You can trust me.”

“Alright, I love you.”

“I’m sorry, but no.”

“Will you help me?”

“You’re a terrible cook.”

“Can you shut up!?”

“You love me, right?”

“I really need you.”

“I don’t love you.”

“I’m not doing this.”

“I really need you.”

“You don’t want me.”

“Let me help you.”

“You’re such a bitch.”

“I can’t do this.”

“You think you’re funny?”

“Hey, I said stop!”

“Will you marry me?”

“Wanna go out sometime?”

“I don’t want this.”

“You always this quiet?”

“Are you fucking insane!?”

“I don’t want you.”

“I’m not wearing that.”

“Sorry, were you sleeping?”

“This was never right.”

“You look really tired.”

“I’m out of here.”

“You need to go.”