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[auraliewrites]

As We Are

warnings: none

wc: 900

i did NOT proofread this, so bear with me

now playing: as we are— stray kids ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ⋆

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It was a crisp autumn afternoon when you and Seungmin stood side by side on the bleachers, watching your high school’s baseball and softball teams scrimmage for the last time.

You had always admired him—the easy way he carried himself, how his eyes lit up when he talked about baseball, and his laugh that always came up too easily.

Seungmin had a way of making everything feel lighter, even when life weighed heavy.

Your friendship started during your freshman year when the softball and baseball teams held a joint fundraiser.

You’d accidentally hit him with a stray pitch, and he teased you about your aim for weeks.

Somewhere between trading jokes at practice and walking home together after games, he became your closest friend.

The one you called when your head was full of doubts.

The one who cheered the loudest for you at your games, just like you did for him.

Things always felt steady between you, uncomplicated. He was Seungmin, your best friend.

And you were… well, you didn’t let yourself think beyond that.

Until the day he told you he was leaving.

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“I got an offer”, Seungmin said, his voice laced with excitement and apprehension.

You were sitting on the grass after practice, the sound of distant chatter filling the air.

“An offer for what?” you asked, narrowing your eyes at him.

He hesitated for a moment before he looked at you, his gaze steady yet soft.

“To move to South Korea. To pursue music… to become a K-pop idol.”

Your heart sank.

Seungmin?

Moving far away?

It felt like a sudden shift in the universe, the ground beneath you seeming to wobble.

The idea of him leaving, chasing his dream so far across the globe, filled you with an unfamilliar ache.

“You’re serious..?” you whispered, trying to hide the lump in your throat.

“I am,” he said, his smile bittersweet. “I’ve always wanted this. But I’m going to miss everything here. And... especially you.”

The words hit you like a wave.

He wasn’t just talking about leaving his home.

He was talking about leaving you.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

You had always been there, and now it felt like the moment you realized you wanted to be something more.

“You don’t have to go, you know,” you said, your voice thick with emotion, though you tried to sound lighthearted.

“You’re meant for big things, Seungmin. But—”

“Don’t say that,” he interrupted softly, reaching to take your hand. His fingers brushed against yours, sending a jolt through you. “I’m not sure how to do this without you.”

And just like that, you both knew.

The line between friendship and something more had blurred, the unspoken bond now something you could no longer ignore.

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The days leading up to his departure were a blur. You spent your time with Seugmin, squeezing in moments that felt too short, to precious.

On his last night in town, you went to the park where you’d spent countless hours talking, laughing, and planning futures that never quite seemed real.

The stars above you seemed to whisper their own kind of goodbye.

“I’ve always wanted to play for you, you know?”

Seungmin said, his voice quiet as he looked at you, his eyes deep with unspoken words.

You tilted your head. “Play for me?”

He nodded. “Play the game. Just one last time.

And so, the two of you found yourselves on the softball feild, Seungmin with a bat echoing into the quiet night.

He ran, just like he always did, his speed and precision clear in every movement.

But this time, when he reached second base, he didn’t keep running.

Instead, he turned, running back to you, his breath heavy from the short sprint, his eyes locked on yours.

He stopped in front of you, his gaze soft but full of certainty.

“I’m going to miss you. But I need to do this. I need to follow this dream.”

“I know,” you whispered, your heart pounding in your chest. “But Seungmin—”

He closed the distance between you, cupping your face gently in his hands.

“I dont know what’s going to happen, or how it’ll turn out. But I do know this— I’ll always be yours, no matter where I am.”

And before you could say anything, he leaned in, his lips finding yours in a soft, quiet kiss.

It was a kissed filled with everything you’d never said, a kiss that felt like a promise, a hope for the future.

When you pulled away, both of you were breathless, you smiled, feeling something shift deep within you.

“Take care of yourself over there,” you said, your voice steadier than you felt. “And don’t forget us. Don’t forget me.”

“I won’t,” he promised, his thumb brushing over your cheek. “I’ll come back, and when I do, we’ll play together again. Just like we always have.”

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And so, as Seungmin boarded the plane to South Korea, ready to chase his dream as a K-pop idol, you knew that this wasn’t the end for either of you.

The love between you—however it looked, however it looked, however far away it was— would always be there.

Just like your friendship.

Always.

And maybe…

that was enough.

As you whispered to the wind, you smiled, realizing that no matter what changed, no matter how far apart you were, you would always stay as you were.

⋆｡˚⭒☁️✧˚₊‧⋆ fin. ⋆‧₊˚✧☁️⭒˚｡⋆

i wrote an epilogue for this, but idk if i wanna post it…

lmk if you want me too !

thx for reading, love !!!

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[auraliewrites]

Hold My Hand

warnings: kinda slowburn if you squint really really hard

wc: 722

100% NOT proofread

now playing: hold my hand— stray kids ⋆⁺₊⋆♡

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The thundering bass shook the floor beneath your feet as the crowd screamed his name—Han Jisung, the golden boy of the rock scene, stood center stage under a halo of flashing lights.

His voice was raw, electric, weaving through the packed arena like a force of nature.

You stood in the wings, arms crossed, wishing you were anywhere else.

It wasn’t that Jisung wasn’t talented—he was brilliant. Annoyingly brilliant.

But being his new manager‘s assistant meant dealing with his antics firsthand: the missed rehearsals, the endless teasing, the smug grin he wore like a second skin.

The last straw had been earlier that evening when you found him strumming his guitar instead of preparing for the soundcheck.

“Jisung,” you’d snapped, tapping your clipboard, “do you ever take anything seriously?”

He looked up, his dark eyes sparkling with mischief. “Oh, I take a lot of things seriously. My music, my fans…” He paused, tilting his head. “Annoying you.”

You’d stormed off, his laughter ringing in your ears.

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After the show, the backstage area was chaos—crew members rushing around, fans screaming outside the barricades.

Jisung was basking in the glow of another successful performance, his guitar slung lazily over his shoulder.

“Great job tonight,” you said stiffly, scribbling notes on your clipboard.

He raised an eyebrow. “Was that… a compliment?”

“Don’t get used to it.”

“Too late.” His grin widened as he leaned closer. “Admit it—you’re impressed.”

You rolled your eyes. “What I’m impressed by is your ability to be insufferable 24/7.”

Jisung laughed, a low, rich sound that made your stomach flip—a feeling you quickly shoved aside. He was your client, nothing more.

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It wasn’t until the tour bus broke down in the middle of nowhere that things started to change.

The crew had scattered to find help, leaving you and Jisung sitting on the hood of the bus under a sky full of stars.

The silence was heavy, broken only by the distant chirp of crickets.

“You’re awfully quiet,” you said, glancing at him.

Jisung plucked at a loose thread on his jacket. “Just thinking.”

“About?”

He hesitated, then looked at you.

“Do you ever wonder if you’re doing the right thing..? Like… if you’re chasing the right dream?”

The vulnerability in his voice caught you off guard. “I think everyone wonders that sometimes.”

He nodded, staring at the stars.

“Don’t get me wrong, I love this— performing, the music, the fans. But sometimes I feel… lost. You know? Like, I’m trying so hard to be what everyone expects, I don’t even know who I am anymore…”

You softened, seeing past the cocky rockstar façade for the first time. “I think you’re more than who you are on stage, Jisung. You just don’t let people see it.”

He turned to you, his eyes searching yours. “Do you?”

You swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how close he was. “Maybe.”

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The following weeks were different.

Jisung was still infuriating, but now there were moments—fleeting, unexpected—where he let you see the person beneath the spotlight.

Late-night conversations on the tour bus, quiet help setting up equipment, and a warmth that lingered between you.

It all came to a head one night after a small show in a tiny, dimly lit venue.

The power had gone out mid-set, and instead of panicking, Jisung had grabbed his acoustic guitar and played in the glow of a few scattered candles.

The audience was mesmerized, and so were you.

Later, as the crew packed up, you found him sitting alone on the stage, his guitar resting against his knee.

“Hey,” you said softly, walking over.

He looked up, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Hey.”

You sat beside him, the empty venue feeling like its own little world. “That was… incredible tonight.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He looked at you, his expression unreadable. “You’re different from anyone I’ve ever met, you know that?”

You blinked, caught off guard. “What?”

“You don’t care about the fame or the image. You just… see me.”

Your heart skipped a beat as he reached out, his fingers brushing yours.

“Take my hand,” he said softly, his voice almost a whisper.

You hesitated, his words anchoring you in the moment. Slowly, you slid your hand into his, feeling the calluses from his guitar.

In that moment, the noise of the world faded—the chaos, the rivalry, the walls between you. It was just you and Jisung, holding on to something real.

And for the first time, you realized you didn’t mind being right there—beside him.

🎸✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*fin. *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧🎸

thx for reading love !!!

srry that the end was kinda corny…

i had to find a way to work in the title ˶ˊᜊˋ˶

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[auraliewrites]

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hi love ! 🧸

you can call me auralie !

i write fluffy stuff and fall in love with new music artists every day (oops)

i’m currently:

— obsessing over stray kids (especially han)

— geeking over epic: the musical (like, have you seen telemachus ???)

— daydreaming like it’s a full time job

this blog will be full of:

𖦹 soft fics

𖦹 dreamy thoughts

𖦹 quiet obsessions

𖦹 and a little bit of lace + lipstick

i mainly plan on writing for:

— stray kids

but possibly:

— katseye

— p1harmony

— enhypen

my kpop biases

— han (skz)

— jake (enha)

— keeho (p1h)

— manon (katseye)

— hyui (nexz)

my dni‘s

✧ please do not interact if you:

╰→ spread hate or unnecessary negativity

╰→ are racist, homophobic, transphobic, ableist, or sexist

╰→ romanticize trauma or abusive dynamics

╰→ disrespect writers or repost without credit

╰→ are anti-skz, or any of my other interests, really

╰→ are only here to argue, judge, or start drama

🚪 be gentle, or be gone ✧･ﾟ: *

thanks for stopping by ♡ stay as long as you’d like

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p.s.

my requests will almost always be open, so feel free to ask !

hopefully i‘ll see you again, love !