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of punches and remedies (park jihoon x oc)

pairing/s: boxer! park jihoon x female reader (nurse / med intern)

genre: angst

summary/notes: inspired by the beautiful mv (fave of all time!)! this is originally part of a longer story which i never got to finish. it’s been more or less two years since i wrote this and it just stayed in my drive. when i found it recently i figured i’d post it, as raw as it is >< hope you guys like it! 

"Why aren't you talking?" Jihoon scratched the side of his head, face scrunched in a repressed reaction to pain as the bandage brushes over his swollen and scratched fists. You kept quiet while you were cleaning his wounds; it was a silence entirely different from the kind you often shared, the comfortable one. 

When you saw Jihoon brought to the emergency room of the hospital where you worked, you were filled with all kinds of emotions. You were worried, upset, and disappointed that he got in yet another fist fight. But your heart couldn’t help but soften when he tried to force a smile seeing you, the friend he treasured the most, on duty. 

"Don't move, please. It's going to hurt more." you advised with an air of professionalism that made Jihoon narrow his eyes ever the slightest. He hated when you talked to him formally. Like he was merely a patient and nothing more.

"You would usually be talking about anatomical nonsense while treating me."

"This isn't the time for anatomical nonsense," you waved the statement away. "Turn your arms, please." At this last bit of formality, he snapped. 

"Y/N." he presses on. 

"Park Jihoon." you looked up and locked eyes with him. You’re extremely upset and he knows it despite the subtlety of your expressions. 

"All those times I told you not to pick fights...did you just ignore all of them?" you waited for a response, temporarily pausing your work on his arm.

"Y/N...” he looked down. 

Nothing. "That's what I thought," you continued and checked for any untouched wounds and bruises around his upper limbs, managing to keep your actions measured despite your frustration.

He recovered from the daze of your sudden question. "Those men started it. My friends and I--"

"....were in trouble. I know." 

"It's not like I wanted to. I had to. Do you expect me to just do nothing and let those men beat us up?" He moved in his seat, temper slowly rising. You don't respond immediately. 

What if these weren't the only injuries you got, huh? You put your life on the line, you idiot. What would I do then? You wanted to retort but decided against it, realizing the place you were in. A sudden confession would be unwarranted at the moment. Not now. Maybe not ever.

"And did that work out well for you?" you gestured to his face and arms, to the marks left by the fight which seemed like it happened so long ago. 

No. God no. In his mind, all the complications were only beginning to sink in. Daniel and Seongwoo. The other guys. Boxing. Coach. He thought of these to the point that he forgot the physical pain. I'm the only one to blame for all of this.

But he wasn't about to make you worry more than you already are. 

"It's really not that bad." he attempted to lighten the mood by forcing out a smile and sitting more uprightly to appear stronger, the toll of the injury on his face and the unmistakable weakness seen on his shoulders betraying the act he tried to put on. A facade he knew you would see right through. Who was he kidding?

"You know you can't lie to me." you shifted your position so that you could work on the wounds and bruises on his face, the proximity causing both of your hearts to feel uneasy but neither of you acknowledging the reason why.

You consciously avoided his eyes, purposely diverting your gaze to his furrowed brows. Meanwhile, he searched your face for any sign, anything, noting how persistent you were at denying eye contact.  

"Just stop worrying about me. Okay?" he piped endearingly, as he lifted his good hand to ruffle your hair, letting it linger on top of your head for a while and using his thumb to gently rub the crease of concern on your forehead.  He remembered how warm and fuzzy he felt when you comforted him this way a few months ago when he lost to his sparring partner. “I’m a big boy,”

"How can I do that if you keep putting yourself in danger?" you finally looked at him, his gestures made your guard fall down in a millisecond. The feigned passiveness in your eyes speedily changed to a soft look of hurt and affection like it was there all this time. Damn you and your charm, Park Jihoon. “It’s impossible. That’s like telling me to not think about you at all.” Shit. Why did I say that…

“Is…is that hard to do?”

You hurriedly placed the last plaster on a cut above his right eyebrow and turned to your kit to start reorganizing. Focus.  “How does your arm feel?”

“I asked if it’s hard to do. Not thinking about me.” He couldn’t control the look of anticipation on his face. Jihoon wasn’t quite sure why he was asking this; all he knew was that he wanted so badly for you to say yes.

“It doesn’t matter.” Yes, it’s hard as hell to keep you off my mind but I probably don’t cross yours as much, huh?

His face fell. It didn’t matter? "You're so hard to read--"

"Another nurse will attend to you shortly." you sigh, cutting him off. After a bow, you walk to the other direction. You see Daniel approaching through your peripheral vision; he was jogging towards where you previously stood. 

Jihoon held his right arm with his left hand, still flinching, but he followed your retreating figure with his eyes until you turn a corner. His stomach was churning.

“How are you doing?” Daniel inquired when he reached Jihoon, a tone of urgency noticeable in his voice. 

“I’m okay, hyung. Go and see Seongwoo-hyung.” Jihoon looked down and shut his eyes for a few moments. It was all coming down on him again, the consequences of the first punch he threw. 

“Hyung, I’m sorry.” He said hoping Daniel understood what he meant even though he did not speak any further than those two words. Because what was he supposed to say? I’m sorry I possibly ruined your life and Seongwoo-hyung’s career? I’m sorry my temper was so bad and I got us all in trouble? I’m sorry I didn’t know any other way to keep us safe?

“You just did what you had to do. You didn’t know it would come to this so stop beating yourself up.” Daniel squeezed Jihoon’s shoulder reassuringly and tried to lighten the mood by nudging him. “Those punches, though. Ace.” he smiled at him and nodded as though giving him positive critique. 

Jihoon just forced out a smile, shaking his head and rubbing his knuckles.

“You’ll be okay, right?” Daniel asked, now with a tinge of reluctance, and Jihoon knows he wasn’t just referring to his injuries as he nods to the direction you just took.

“I will be.”

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Radio FM (For me.) (final)

disclaimer : i can’t link the first part because Tumblr removes my fic from the searches if I link the first part ughsduashdihidas 

pairing/s: DJ Jaehwan ! x OC  

genre: angst, fluff , song-fic 

summary: DJ Jaehwan composes a song for a heartbroken listener not knowing he was the one who broke her heart.

“That was the greatest show yet. People never run out of heart-fluttering stories to tell, don’t they?” Jaehwan raved, still basking in the energy he said the show gave him. Agreeing with his previous statement and acknowledging his efforts, you nod.

“Thank you, Yeonrin.” he said in such an endearing tone as you two waited for the elevator to bring you down to the ground floor.

“You can stop thanking me, Jaehwan. You know I needed you too.”

Jaehwan gave you an exaggerated look as though he was unspeakably flattered. You wanted to hit him in the head playfully but decided against it, knowing that the simple gesture will open up gates and bring back feelings which were otherwise already thrown away. But were they really? Why does your heart keep beating this fast, then?

At a nearby convenience store, you both decided to stop for a drink before walking to the subway station on the way home, a routine that the two of you naturally got into.

“So..Jaehwan. You and Gayoung.” Trying to sound as casual as you can, as though this was simply a talk over a drink with a friend, you asked him.  “How did things go?”

“Still going. Can you believe it?” Jaehwan took a sip from his drink and giggled. “It’s been a full decade.”

You just smiled and listened to the rest of his stories with staged interest. Them going to the same university. Graduating together. Finding jobs as close as possible to one another and finally, what hit you the hardest, them finally moving into their own quaint apartment. “It’s small,” he says. “But it’s our own and it’s perfect.”

A perfect home for their perfect love story.

And here you were -  the shattered bystander.

The past week’s episodes were filled with first love stories, fluttering proposals, touching reunions. Not a single heartbreak story ever since he started the show. You thought this was quite odd. Where in the world were the other people who had their hearts broken like you did?

And then an idea crossed your mind. One that had more of a personal motive. Your mind has been tugging at you ever since you met Jaehwan again. Was it that you wanted him to know your side of a decade-old tale? However futile the effort may be? Or was it because, seeing him again, you thought it was the sign of another chance?

None of this matters.

At least, you’ll finally have a song especially written for you. At least, it was by him.

---

“He was a high school acquaintance who had a passion for music like no other person I knew at the time. We did not know each other until senior year came along and even then, we didn’t have the most pleasant of first meetings. But eventually, I found myself admiring his talent and his determination. We talked sporadically throughout the year, bonding over his songs and music in general. Right when I thought he felt the same way about me, he confessed to a girl. With my favorite song of his.”

The office floor was dark and silent except for a desk lamp shedding its yellowish glow on the far corner of the room and the sound of you typing away inside your cubicle. As is common when you had some extra work to accomplish, you stayed back, asking Jaehwan not to wait up for you as he had to do his own preparations for the next day’s show.

You read your entry again and again, making sure it was exactly at the line between vague and excessively specific. Despite wanting to get your message to him, you weren’t exactly sure if it would be to your convenience that he knew it was from you. You simply wanted to hear from him since your connection, if it could even be called a connection, was so abruptly interrupted.

The block of text stayed in your screen for what seemed like ages as you swiveled in your office chair again and again, as if the continuous turning would help you muster the courage to click the button.

And though it felt ridiculous, feeding audience content to your own show, you clicked send and shut your laptop without second thoughts.

----

Jaehwan entered the broadcast room the following evening with his forehead creased in deep thought. Right then and there, you thought he figured you out. But when you asked him why he came in looking like he had the world on his shoulders….

“I’m just internalizing. The story today is quite...heartbreaking, for once.” So he did read it, and he actually chose it. Although, there were no signs of suspicion in his features.

Quite heartbreaking. An understatement. In your case, anyways.

You heaved a sigh, but whether it was a sigh of relief or a sigh to brace yourself for what was to come, you had no clue.

“Yeonrin, 2 minutes.” a colleague got your attention and you sat down in your chair, trying to pull your mind back to work.

“Jaehwan-ah, all set?”

“Yep.” he pulled in his chair, positioning his face directly in front of the mic.

Within the two minutes before the start of the show, he went through the mental list he had: the lyrics he wrote, the chords of the song, and the advice he wanted to give. Contrary to what you thought, that moment ten years ago did cross his mind by the time he finished reading the entry. However, he simply acknowledged the similarities between the confession and nothing else. He never considered that his own confession resulted in the heartbreak of another.

“Our story today is a bit different from the content of the past week. A love that was stopped by a sudden confession. You listeners may be wondering ‘Huh? But confessions usually start up a relationship, don’t they?’” He started, putting on a silly voice which was supposed to mimic the audience.

You almost laugh as he struggled to keep the atmosphere appropriate to today’s story. Kim Jaehwan’s antics can be really out of place.

“That’s not wrong, dear listeners. But the said confession, sadly, was not directed to our letter sender. Yes, the hidden love that blossomed in her heart was not returned. And she witnessed someone she loved confess to someone else.”

He proceeded by reading the very words you wrote the night before, and it seemed like you were back in that cramped and humid broadcasting room on that last day as he uttered your story from his own mouth.

“Before I sing for this sender tonight, let me give my two cents. It is possible that you invalidated your feelings after such confession happened. But you had every right to those feelings, being human. Do not despise yourself for hanging onto them. But now, time has passed and both of you have your own stories to write. Acceptance will come with time and distance.”

And with that, he introduced his song, started strumming his guitar, inducing a melancholic tune.

Park Ji Min - Hopeless Love

I know there’s no hope, so every time I look at you It’s so hard, because I love you so much It hurts so much when you say I’m just a friend I’m standing outside the line that I can’t ever cross

It hurts but why can’t I turn away? This hopeless love In your eyes that look at me, there aren’t any feelings that are like mine It’s such a sad thing to know your heart

He finished the song and for a few seconds there was a resounding silence inside the broadcast room, all of the employees, bosses and assistants alike, had expressions as if their own hearts were touched by the music they just heard.

Jaehwan looked up from inside the booth and you stood up and moved your chair so that your back was to him. You had no assurance that your face did not completely mirror your heart.

Soft applause finally filled the room and Jaehwan wrapped up the show with his signature closing credits as you were left to organize the thoughts running through your head while pretending to be occupied by the control buttons.

Acceptance, time, distance. You’ve got the latter two taken care of, what with you having been away from him for a decade. But acceptance.

It felt hopeless.

---

It felt like the world was mocking your plea for closure, a stab to your desperation when Jaehwan’s song for you, “the anonymous sender”, became a big hit, ranking number 1 in the most-searched on Naver and opening up petitions for a complete song.

Several agencies winded up getting interested, sending their offers to Jaehwan to be under their label to which he dutifully declined, opting to use the radio station instead as means of publishing the full version.

“Why’d you reject the offers?”

“Oh. It would be better if it would be under the radio station still. Besides, I don’t want to make money out of someone’s heartache. That song was for her alone.”

“Oh.” you remain silent, pondering on his words, heart beating rapidly uncontrollably. You tuck stray hair behind your ear, “I’m sure she agrees.”

You look up. For sure, if Jaehwan just met your eyes then, he’d know. You were willing to let it slip, to finally come undone, to lay down the secrets you kept for 10 years.

Even if it meant a rejection was on-hand.

But he doesn’t. Instead, he busily rummages in his bag until he grabs a hold of a thin white envelope. A little too fancy, with the embossed gold patterns, and the emboldened letters.

You are invited to…

“Right. I’m sorry what were you saying again?” Jaehwan faces you, the white envelope bound to be passed to your now opened palms.

You didn’t know when you unfurled your palms as if you were expecting it.  You shake your head before staring at the envelope.

“No. It’s nothing…”

“I wanted to invite you,” he starts. Every word after that became heavier. It was like quicksand - the more you tried to move, the more you sunk into that feeling of helplessness.

“We’re going to get married. I mean.. I wanted us to get married first before we moved together, but being a musician was tough. But now, with my job and how the show’s a success, there’s nothing hindering us anymore.” he swung his arms animatedly, a mixture of embarrassment, joy and most of all endearment.

“Really. You always save me, Yeonrin. More than being my guardian angel. The more I think about it, you’re our guardian angel.” That was the finishing blow. Your heart was crushed completely, tears just a word away from spilling.You look down, regretting sending your story for the first time.

“That’s why, I’ll really appreciate it if you will come. You’re someone special to us. “

But I wanted to be the one special for you. You thought grimly.

“I can’t.” you reply immediately even before you could form a tactful rejection to the invitation. “Ah. I mean…”  you scramble for a reply, and a stray tear falls across your cheek.  You wipe it off immediately hoping Jaehwan wouldn’t have caught it, but he did and he reached for your wrist in concern.

“Yeonrin?” he asks softly. You swat  him away, retreating into a fetal position and the tears didn’t stop. He bends down, rubbing your back though unsure why you suddenly bursted.

Kim Jaehwan always can’t read the atmosphere for the love of God.

“I’m sorry,” you croak.  “I can’t.”

“No. No. It’s totally okay. I mean, you don’t need to come if you can’t,” a flustered Jaehwan replies still missing the mark.

With one deep breath, you momentarily pause the tears on your eyes.  “I can’t wish you happiness, Jaehwan.” You half-smile.

“Not back then, and definitely not now. I’ve always.” your arms folded atop her knees. “I’ve always, really, loved you.” you confess.

He freezes, “How long?” It was the only thing he could form despite the multiple questions rounding up his mind.

“Senior year.” you reply curtly, sniffling.

“Why didn’t you..” his question was left hanging, but you understood

You laugh mirthlessly, “How could I? When you beat me to it and confessed to Gayoung. I really thought that you liked me too. I guess that what we were was just confined in that broadcasting room. Similar to what we are now.”

“I sent that story.” you open up. “The one whose song became a hit, but even until now, all that I am is just a guardian angel. A person who leads you to where you wanted to be. “

His lips were pressed into a thin line. It hurt him that you endured everything, but he knew where his heart laid.

It will never be with you.

“I’m sorry.” he concludes

You nod understandingly.

“Thank you.” you bite your lips and muster up a smile. “It may have taken 10 years, but you finally sang for me.”

He nods, hands delicately removing his touch from your back until it’s beside him again.

--

Although many have requested for a full version of the song, Jaehwan did not sing it anymore and it was soon forgotten.

On the night of his wedding, you received an anonymous email with an mp3 file attached.

To my guardian angel...

-fin-

a/n : i will never be not sad over this fic :< my friend and I long completed this fic and I just really forgot to update it. I”M SO SORRY BUT THIS IS ALSO HARD TO READ FOR ME WITH THE HEARTBREAK. wanna one is disbanding soon also :< i’ll miss them dearly but writing for them has been such a gift. I remember typing in the middle of the night, fueled by their songs (and Day6 of course) . I wish to continue writing for them before they disband, but in the case that I won’t be able too, this mini author’s note will serve as a thank you for all the readers who read my fics. For all your support, and for all your patience as I continually break my promise of “i’ll post it soon” . Thank you for staying ;-; . Thank you for all your kind words. It’s been a great pleasure to write for you all.

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I'm the ao3 anon, although you don't post nsfw stuff but i'm afraid tumblr is gonna be dead by 17 dec..

what happened ?? (i’m not updated anymore since i just got back on tumblr) 

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Would you consider creating a ao3 account?

yes !  i’ve made an account before, but i didn’t publish anything lol  why anon? 

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I love your fics!

major uwuuuuuu thank uu bb 😭😭😭 ill try to write during my december break before w1 disbands

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tell me on anon what you'd never tell me off anon

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love ur BAM + the band sequel so much! thank you for the great fic ^~^

awww thank you boo 😍💖 glad u enjoyed my dramatic ass 😂

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Radio FM (For me.)

a two-part fic pairing/s: DJ Jaehwan ! x OC 

character/s: Ha Sungwoon 

genre: angst, fluff, song-fic 

summary: DJ Jaehwan composes a song for a heartbroken listener not knowing he was the one who broke her heart.

"And this has been, your Hwan and only, Kim Jaehwan for One Radio. Son of Music, signing off. Good night~"

The funky tune of the radio show's closing credits fills the whole station as everyone stretches in their swivel chairs, satisfied smiles on their tired faces. They just had their highest-rating full show to date and it’s all thanks to the newbie DJ, Kim Jaehwan who came just when their audience count was at its all time low. His humor and undeniable taste in music pulled in listeners so quickly like a saving grace to the station.

Was this a play of fate or coincidence? Your workplace reminded you of Jaehwan enough as it is, but now he is here in the flesh as a result of your despair.

Microphones. Adoring bystanders. Cheerful music. Kim Jaehwan. It was painstakingly similar to your last day in high school. And you're possibly going to relive it again and again for as long as he is here.

Did I do great? Jaehwan mouthed from inside the booth, both thumbs jabbing upward as he cheerfully asks for your approval.

Hwan and only, really? You mouth back with an expression of judgment as you stand over the broadcast controls.

They're calling me that. He gestured to the monitor that was still actively filling up with post-show messages. Jaehwan knows keeping track of the messages is more than half the reason the listeners are pouring in. Who knew that, aside from his expertise in sound, a guy like this had some love advice up his scrunched-up sleeves?

"How did you come across a gem like him? He's a natural!" Your boss raved and you were surprised to witness a genuine smile on her face.

"It was easy," Not. "I was in Hongdae.”

-----

2 weeks before

Hongdae. A district of free spirits. Teeming with young souls aiming for their big break or simply some extra bucks. Why your feet lead you here on such a night of despair, you had no clue. It’s not like you could scout someone in the middle of the night, right?

You walked on, letting the various sounds from the buskers and the aromas from the food stalls pass your senses. The scolding voice of your superior was still ringing in your ears an hour after the your encounter at her office.

“Who’s going to fill in for him then? You didn’t even have any backups ready?”

She raised her voice and snatched the resignation letter from your hand, a damned piece of paper handed to you earlier in the night right after another underwhelming radio episode hosted by an underachieving DJ. The show was entitled “Are You Listening?” Judging by the ratings, clearly no one was.  

“Ma’am, it was totally unforeseen. If he informed me a month, heck, a week before, I would’ve come up with something.” you tried to retort, fully aware that this would sound like you were shifting the blame. You weren’t able to come up with backups because you were too preoccupied with keeping the show itself together. How were you supposed to think of Plan B under all that pressure?

“And he’s really not that much of a loss, anyway.” you muttered the last sentence under your breath almost transparent in your spite against the now-jobless DJ.  He was unenthusiastic, had no interest in whatever the script had for the night, but was really all you had at the time.

“Wasn’t this your concept in the first place? It was a piece of trash. Now, make this work or you can leave the midnight timeslot. I’m transferring you the AM.”

I’m transferring you to the AM. I’m transferring you to the AM.

She’s transferring me to the AM. Your feet were glued to the ground as you stood in front of her with no response, hearing her eventually stalk out, her sharp voice trailing away with more complaints.

Segment producer was the position you had your eyes on ever since you took the entry level job as an assistant here at the radio station. Working your way up slowly but surely for 4 years, the promotion finally landed on your hands after subtly showing off your knack for the perfect playlist. This was a chance to conceptualize your own show within the midnight time slot. A chance to not wake up at 4am in the morning. But most especially…

A chance for music. You can’t afford to lose this chance.

---

And that was how you ended up 3 stations away from your apartment on a Wednesday night, a couple of hours before dawn, not even knowing if you were here because of your grumbling stomach or if you thought the music would somehow help you think.

That was when you heard him.

Let the skyfall

Let it crumble

And we will stand tall

He was still singing that 10 years after, was your first thought as the lingering notes reached your ears above all the others. You surprised yourself with your own certainty, you were so sure that it was Kim Jaehwan. After all, you listened to his music for the entirety of senior year. Kim Jaehwan was that old habit you just can’t seem to shake off.

You couldn’t see exactly where the voice was coming from so you went with the trusty old gut. Following the strums of the acoustic guitar, the rising murmurs of the crowd, and the emotional voice just begging for attention, you pushed your way to the front until your view of him was unobstructed.

The last strum came just as their eyes met. He seemed unfazed. She frowned.

It was one of those moments in which the universe made you feel smaller than what you made yourself out to be in your own mind. Like a single passing figure. But this was no time to bring back that adolescent pain. She had a job to keep after all.

“Thank you everyone.” He looked to the rest of the crowd and bowed as the generous audience members left some change on his guitar case and started to disperse.

“Kim Jaehwan.” you moved forward tentatively, testing the waters.

“Yes, that’s my name.” Jaehwan turned with a jumpy, welcoming smile in his face. A true entertainer.  He fixed his guitar strap around his nape.

“It’s me.” you said stopping in front of him, trying not to give in to how uncomfortable you actually felt. The unrecognizing look he gave made it even harder to bear. Was I really that insignificant to you?  “Yeonrin. From high school. Broadcast Club.”

“Oh! Of course!” He made strange hand gestures you could only make out to be the sliding of buttons on the sound system. “It’s been a while, huh? I’m guessing you produce now?”

“Not exactly.” you paused. He seemed confused but interested nonetheless. “But close.”

“Close? So you mean...” You knew that, in the topic of music, Jaehwan would gladly hold the conversation until the sun rises. A fact you’ve proven with experience which he appears to not have a clear recollection of.

“Do you want to get coffee?” you cut him off. There was a lot to be said tonight. Memories to be reluctantly recalled and favors to be asked.

---

“Tomorrow night?!” Jaehwan started, moving the table at least an inch from him due to his surprise. The other patrons at the cafe were undisturbed yet he cautiously looked around at the mostly empty tables to make sure he did not cause any distraction. “Why so soon?”

“I told you. He resigned a while ago and we have a show tomorrow night.” You looked at your wrist watch for effect, already knowing it was well past midnight. “Actually, it’s tonight.”

Starting with the anecdote about your possible demotion (somehow to gain pity but mostly to set the request straight), you told Jaehwan everything from the concept of the show to the work the previous DJ left behind. You observe that he was totally immersed in the story, throwing in comments here and there to show sympathy and to add a bit of humor into the matter. Though he did struggle to hide the fact that he was confused as to where this story will lead. You two weren’t exactly the closest of friends. Not as close as you hoped you had been. So you telling him about your entire career on your first meeting in ten years was a bit baffling. And then came the request.

“Come and DJ for my radio show. It’s a win for us both, isn’t it?”

Jaehwan leaned back on his chair, his facial expression switching from astonishment, to deep thought and lastly a look of realization. “I’m getting paid, right? I could use an extra gig.”

You simply gave him a look. Duh. “Please?’

He leaned back further into his seat and you almost hear the thoughts in his head and see them flitting through his eyes. That was it, you were pulling out the big guns. You hated to even mention this to him but this was the only thing that brought a certain yes to the panicked request.

“I helped you in Senior year, remember? Consider us even if you do this? That was big, big favor if i recall correctly.”

Oh, you recalled it perfectly. Vividly, even. You pushed it away from your mind as much as you could. But the situation called, begged for the memory. It was itching to be pulled back from the attic. Like a teenage memento that suddenly needed to be fished out. A memento you’d rather not see.

Jaehwan buffered. But after a few beats, he sat up, brightened by whatever crossed his mind. And there you concluded, they were still together.

“So you’re saying...I have a segment of my own. I read out submissions from the fans. And you said they’re mostly about love, right?” You nodded on as he summarized. “I play songs related to their story and try to give them advice.” You haven’t stopped nodding. “It would be more personal to write them a song though…” he thought out loud, probably not aware he voiced out the idea.

“That’s genius!” you startled him but saw afterwards that he was pleased with the remark.

“Right? But it would involve getting their stories beforehand...We can do that right?”

You smiled at him, knowing by his interest and by the fact that he’s already planning out the segment that he has implicitly accepted the offer.

It was 2am by the time you finished discussing the terms of the job. The segment has taken an entirely new form, thanks to his fresh concept and your understanding of the audience. And finally with a satisfied sigh, you wrapped up and agreed to meet the next night for the first broadcast.

“Yeonrin, it’s probably not coincidence that we bumped into each other tonight. How do you manage to bridge me to what could possibly be the best things in my life?” Your chest felt heavy due to his light-hearted words that managed to reach back ten years. I thought it would bridge you to me.

“Maybe you’re my guardian angel.” he said.

Guardian angels don’t have forbidden love stories with who they watch.

You inwardly scoffed. “I don’t think so.” And quickly changed the topic. “I’ll see you tomorrow at the address I sent. Please, please don’t ditch me.” You pleaded while walking away slowly, waiting for his affirmation before you leave and slave away for work again.

“I’ll do my best for this, I promise. I won’t let you down.” he said with increasing volume because of your growing distance. He ended with a jump like a giddy kid.

You waved and finally walked away, exhaling a breath and releasing the tension that has built up in your body. So you weren’t getting transferred after all. Hanging on to his words, you went home both relieved and anxious.  I won’t let you down.

Not again.

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In the cramped office of the broadcasting club, you were in charge of lunch-time announcements - an unwanted job. Nobody wanted to be stuck in the announcement booth, thick with the smell of dust, non-existent legroom and a rusty, squeaking swivel chair.

And no one really bothered to listen, announcements were barely heard even without student chatter, what more over the din of student body?

Still, you didn’t really want to pass the opportunity. The job included free seminars on broadcasting, and tinkering the sound board. Plus, you had the liberty of experimenting or messing up, and no one would know.

Kim Jaehwan was never a part of your life in any form before that annoyingly humid day stuck in the room. The administration wasn’t generous with club fundings so all they got was a wall fan creaking every time it rotated.

You slid the door open expecting warm, sticky wind to billow. Instead, your eyes landed on the familiar swivel chair, now occupied by another student whose back you’re unfamiliar of. His hands moved around the sound board, sliding random buttons up and down. You  wince as he slid a particular button that caused a loud screech over the speakers.

You quickly turned it off, pushing away the chair, unamused. You turned around, eyes landing on a face you have passed by before on the hallway.

“Please play my song,” he grins, jumping the gun.

His straightforwardness fueled irritation, a foreboding of a wrong first impression.  You raise your eyebrows, crosses your  arms and notices the white cd he was holding.

I don’t want to. Of course, you couldn’t say that, at least not directly. You didn’t really want to handle extra paperworks to be submitted to the administration just to broadcast non-academic announcements or songs for that matter.

It was tempting though. You always wanted to try your hand on mixing songs. After going back and forth on the pros and cons of both decisions, you sighed. “I can’t. I’m not the president of the club. Sungwoon decides non-academic announcements that will be played. It entails paperworks after all,” you shooed him away right after.

If he truly wanted to, he’ll find a way, you thought.But he came back so soon with Ha Sungwoon, the president of the club on tow. “Okay, so I got him now.”

You gawked. Sungwoon wasn’t the easiest to convince for that matter. Jaehwan handed the CD to Sungwoon before passing it to her, “1 week of free meals, alright?”

“Alright. Alright, hyung.” he giggles with his trademark high pitched voice.

“We could always use his covers to boost our club.”

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It has become usual for Jaehwan’s covers played over lunch time, and unexpectedly Sungwoon managed to convince the administration of the idea.

Although it took a while for the ice to break between the two of them, he managed to charm you by his humour. Music led you to befriend him, and all forms of irritation towards him shifted.

You were strangely attracted to him.

You found his sincerity and passion attractive. He was weird on some days, but even that somehow grew on her. You wouldn’t say that he’s the most attractive person you’d met, but whenever he stitches some melodies and he’d become so lost in his own world, your heart fluttered uncontrollably.

“Do you like someone?” he curiously asked you. You opened and closed her mouth, the silence prolonging more than needed.

You eyed him strangely, “You don’t ask girls that question. How about you?”

“That’s…” he inches closer about to whisper something, and you were half-expectant. A bead of sweat forms on your forehead. You bite yout lips. “A secret.” he flicks your forehead.

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You continued to pine for him over the last month of school, deciding to confess on that day when he arrives in the broadcasting room, a place where he always headed off to during lunch.

As you were  walking through the hallways preparing for the final announcement of that academic year, you catch Jaehwan running after you with a guitar slung on his shoulder.

“A f-favor” he stutters while catching for breath. You stop on your tracks, a corridor away from the broadcasting room.

“Can you let me do a live? I want to sing an original,” he requests and you smile.

“Only now?” you tease knowing how Jaehwan wrote a lot of original songs but never played it over a huge audience.

“Yeah. I mean. It’s the last chance,” he explains. “And I want this as my first original song,” he smiles affectionately.

You busily toggled on the broadcasting board to ensure that the instrument wouldn’t screech or that Jaehwan’s voice would be overpowered by his playing. By the side, he tuned his instrument, nervousness kicking in.

“Jaehwan?” you tap on his shoulder.

“Ah, ahh.  Is this working now?” Jaehwan asks over the microphone and you nod silently. “Right. Uhm, I’m Kim Jaehwan. 3rd year class B. And over the year, I’ve asked the broadcasting club to play my recorded covers of songs, but now I’ve wanted to sing an original.”

“And I wanted to confess to someone,” there was ringing in your head. “But I know that I wouldn’t be able to do it properly if I didn’t sing,” he continues, and your mouth is drying up from anticipation. The nervousness spread to your fingers that were now trembling.

Day6- I like You  

I like you

I tried holding it back

But I can’t anymore

Now I can tell you

I want to love you

You heard that song of his over a million of times. You were with him every step of the way, and whenever he sang that, it always made you feel like that was meant for you, but why now, when it was the most important time that you felt like his voice was reaching out for another person other than you?

“She’s a close friend of mine, and she pushed me to write songs. That’s why to Gayoung. I really, really like you. We’ve been close friends since we were middle school. I wouldn’t be here without you,” he laughs cheekily. The whole building has gone quiet, and his words were heard loud and clear.

“I want to sing for you. I want to be the guy you’ll be proud of.”

A bold declaration.

The ringing stopped then heat and numbness spread on her face. You couldn’t exactly hear everything right, but you were sure of one thing.

It wasn’t your name.

Across the other hall, a woman ran on full sprint towards the broadcasting room with the whole school body hollering at her as she dashed away from the classrooms.

“I’ll beat him up!” her words echoing on the barren hallway.

In the said broadcasting room, you were stunned unable to say a word. It was the heartbreak settling in, and the embarrassment that you thought it was for you. After all, all they ever talked about was music.

“I was so nervous!” Jaehwan covers his face, ears noticeably red. “Did I sing well?” he looks up at you.

“Oh. Uh. Ah. Yeah. You did.”you smile although you could feel your own lips trembling.  “Right. I guess, I need to go now, huh? I mean she might go here, after all.” you say a little hastily as your fingers fumbled at the door knob.

As you walked on the hallway, a young woman ran past you “Kim Jaehwan!” the pretty woman shouted as she opened the door of the broadcasting room.

You stayed a little bit later than others that day, remaining on the classroom and peering over the students who walked home.You wanted to know how it went, and lowkey hoped that it didn’t end well.

But when you found Jaehwan’s figure, the same pretty girl was beside him, and their fingers were interlaced.

“This is what I get for assuming.” you curl your fists, repeatedly tapping it on your forehead to scold yourself.

And just how the only thing that connected them was that said broadcasting room, they soon lost contact with each other.

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i miss w1

to make up for my inactivity because of college , ill be releasing a jaehwan fic next weekend 💖

[bambyeol]

i miss writing :( college is draining :(

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you have been visited by the seven magic dragon balls your biggest wish will be granted but only if you reblog

[bambyeol]

wanna one as classmates

i saw this on twitter and i was bored so i did this! it’s based on my own boring creative opinion. also credits to the owner of the picture which i can’t find out who :(

1:

your left; guanlin probably doesn’t speak much to you, but helps you when you ask for it. his head probably leans front or back too much because he wants to look at jihoon and you just have to move back and front a lot lmao also probably sneakily gives you candy or snacks at rare times when the teacher isn’t looking

behind you; jinyoung: either kicks your chair accidentally or not, you will never know. likes to play with your hair at random times. ask a lot of questions, making the teacher to look at you too lol turns around too much because he wants to talk to everyone so basically you only see his side view whenever you turn to the back

your right; jihoon: you swear you did see some snacks under his table…. maybe he ate it already…. ask questions with obvious answers, gets embarrassed a lot. whenever you look at him, he’s either focusing really hard on the teacher or sneaking food into his mouth. and sometimes he would just give you his food in class and like hello the teacher is in front???? 

you, at your sitting place 1: flying airplanes and papers landing on your table or in front of it, obvious that it’s for the teacher. you turn around to see ong and jaehwan hiding their laughter

2:

your left; jihoon: if you want free food, please sit beside him. if you want to see a boy who always do stuff and ends up being cute, please sit beside him. tend to ask a lot of question to you. but he’s cute so it’s fine. also acts manly from time to time when he worries about you and has that serious look on his face wow park jihoon–

behind you; woojin: doesn’t talk much during the first day of class…. until he meets everyone and talkative woojin activates. always, like always tapping your shoulder whenever jihoon doesn’t hear him. talks about the latest figurines in stores, his busan accent just fills the class. then you hear daniel replying him from across the room. basically you learnt busan more than the actual seoul accent

3:

your right; jinyoung: probably always doodling some epic escape plan from class with you right before class starts. but in the end he likes to stay in class and you just shake your head at him. always asking him to ask the question that you’re not sure of, and he doesn’t hesitate to help you with that hehe but when daniel nudges him to ask something, baejin go “ask it yourself” lol

behind you; daniel: doesn’t really do much with you. probably just nudges you when he wants to ask something, also another way for you to pass it to jinyoung lmao the only time you interact is when you pass the paper behind and he always has that cute bunny grin

in front of you; guanlin: “um, guanlin, can you move a little? i can’t see….”

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