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i will fight,

i will fight for you. (i always do until my heart is black and blue)

he failed. 

he failed to conjur jungkook back to the real world, and he’s bleeding out by the minute. he’s not sure what’s hurting him more right now. the emptiness in his chest or the wound on his bloody right wing. joohyun, the alchemist he searched large and wide for, is holding him up, cursing aloud, finally sitting him down on a spare bed.  “i’m so sorry, taehyung..” the woman musters, apologetic. she may not have liked the idea of helping a demon before, but getting to know him throughout the process made her realize he’s not so bad after all. noting the way he cared for his lover that he spoke much about, and yes, mentioning how jungkook is the king of hell didn’t make it any better for her, but he seemed too genuine when he spoke of the immortal.

she bandages him up, laying him down on his back with a grimace. “you’re in and out of consiousness, tae. i can’t let you return like this. you have to rest for at least a few days.” and the demon can’t protest. 

he’s already knocked out. 

- - -

his eyes flutter open on the third day, groggy and striken with a sharp pain when he attempts to sit up. his hand clutches onto the bandaged wing, wincing. he’s too weak. of course. the reason why he couldn’t revive his lover was because of his fragility. he has to laugh. how will he face jimin and yoongi now? the kingdom will despise taehyung for breaking a promise he thought he’d be able to keep. will his lover hate him too?

“you’re awake.” 

he looks up, nodding, trying to stand up. his stance is wobbly and it only results in plopping back down on the mattress, hissing. joohyun sighs, pushing his forehead back with two fingers. “you need to take it easy. your wing is in badder shape than i thought. stop straining your body or you’ll never heal properly, idiot.” 

“how much longer will this take? i have to get home soon. something is off, i feel it.” 

“wait some more. healing takes it’s time.”

- - -

it’s been close to two weeks.

the day he can return peacefully to the underworld is one he was wishing for to come quickly. his wing healed as promised. he bids his new friend good bye, thanking her for everything and promising he’ll visit soon. the short female smiles, “take care of yourself, tae. i wish you luck on your journey.” 

with a snap of a finger, taehyung teleports himself in front of the throne room and he sighs, the burden buried deep within, but that’s when he feels it. that familiar energy just past the two heavy doors. he wastes no time in shoving them open, making his presence known. 

“taehyung!” 

jimin throws himself onto the demon without warning, hugging him close. “where the hell have you been? we’ve been searching all over for you.”

he gulps, too entranced by the other person in the room, back turned to the pair, and his eyes begin to water. is he hallucinating? “i- i thought..” taehyung untangles himself from his best friend who’s smiling widely at him, eyes traveling from between the figure across the room and him. 

 taehyung strides over, his pace quickening when he finally reaches, his fingers on the other’s shoulder, forcing him to turn.

his eyes begin to water heavily, spotting that familiar face and cupping it with his hands to prove that he indeed is the real thing. 

“you made it home. oh god, you’re home.”

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light;

he repeats to himself.

“you will see the light of day again.”

maybe it kept him deluded. maybe sane. he had the utmost confidence that his partner would set him free. to even walk on the cold ground, feeling even the tiniest pebbles underneath his feet sink into his skin, would be enough to make him feel more alive than he’s ever been.

—

he laughs, out of sanity. the confinement isn’t much for him to even cling on, but god, when he sees vision of taehyung, it snaps him out of it. taehyung may have fallen to the pits of hell, but there’s no doubt that he’s an angel.

he does his job so well.

he falls asleep again.

—

it was an odd dream. he wasn’t at his kingdom, nor his room. instead, it was a very nice simplistic home. something that would you see right out of a minimalist catalog. the windows are vast, almost seem like they could reach up towards heaven. the living room and kitchen not that far apart from each other, but even with the area being simple, it had the sense of coziness. the owner knew how to have a nice touch, not to much, not too little. lagom.

he feels soft hands join his, and he makes a weak attempt to flinch but he knew who it was. he turns, his lover smiling at him so lovingly and he reaches out, stroking the back of his index finger towards taehyung’s cheeks.

“you came?” he says.

and the demon replies. “wouldn’t miss it for anything.”

said man closes his eyes at the touch, rubbing his cheek gently against the skin.

“i never wanna part from you.”

a pang hits his heart, oh forgive him. he broke his promise.

—

it’s a constant banging that comes but he doesn’t know where. inside his mind? the void? the atmosphere is definitely changing and his body tilts side to side. everything is seemingly red, then, stillness. he’s then reverted back to what he’s been used to and it smacks him awake, and he’s… back.

—

a black feather appears in the throne room, floating in the midst and it ever so gently falls onto the ground. it begins to glow, white specks filling the entire room and the area begins to shake. the books, papers on the desk whirls around and jimin runs inside to see the commotion but by the look in his eyes, he could never prepare for what he’s seen.

jungkook’s body flies in through a white circular tube, and he lands on his feet again, his stance a bit troubled. he blinks, seeing the floor to his throne room and he gasp. his gaze streaming around the territory and he falls and forward, body colliding with the ground. he doesn’t see or hear much, but he can hear the cries that follows when he does faint.

—

reunited with his bed, he sits up, his head in agony and in a second, he feels a pair of hands press down on his chest and tells him not to stir around too hard. he nods, laying back and closing his eyes. he knows who’s with him, and he inhales deeply. “where is he?”

“i’m not quite sure my lord, he’s been trying to find someone to bring you back, and i guess,” jimin snickers, shaking his head in disbelief. “he succeeded.”

jungkook knew. he didn’t have to second guess and he joins with him in the chuckles. he would go through lengths to be with him, but his body. he knows it’s not what it’s use to be, but he feels the sense of urgency to be with him. like his lover is hurt and he can’t shake it off his mind. the way they connected through the dreams, he know it’s possible to be connected the same with their body.

“please find him…” he whispers, his eyes failing him.

“please bring him back to me jimin.”

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i am.

lately, it’s just been him waiting.

it comes with spurs in the moment, one minute, he’s in his arms. warm, at home. then when he feels himself submerged into the feeling, it disappears. it’s a cruel reminder of his reality, and what he has to do to cope with it. it’s a constant void that he’s stuck in.

so one day, it appears in a great white light, it’s quite contradicting actually. the way humans use that phrase to describe what they see when they reached their way to heaven, or Him guiding them towards it. to greatness, to eternal happiness. but he has to pay his dues, there’s nothing like that for him. someone who’s fallen from the said place, anyhow. so it’s quite surprising that he ends up beside taehyung, his lover sleeping peacefully on his bed, unaware with his presence and he feels at ease.

he came to a conclusion that maybe it’s all in his head, a hallucination. it’s all too surreal for him to consider it a dream.

he gets up from the mattress, careful to not make any dips onto the bed so the body beside him won’t stir from sudden movement. the ambiance is just the same, as if this place had been inhabited by someone to keep it clean. he figures it has to be his lover, and he looks behind his shoulder to send him a smile even if he’s deep in slumber. his fingers graze against his dresser, not even a hint of dust. maybe if he ever comes back, he’ll give his servants some kind of reward on keeping this place neat despite his absence.

there was something quite peculiar about this daydream, everything just seemed all too real. the way there’s light penetrating through his blinds, it’s rays beaming delicately on the other’s body while he sleeps, and he squints his eyes to analyze taehyung’s chest. it inhales, and deeply exhales so gently, it actually wants to make him cry.

he walks over, slipping onto the bed with his lover in what seems like centuries ago and he just completely lays there in silence. the man was just as beautiful even the first time he’s first laid eyes on him. even as divine, there seems to be blatant signs of crying and endless nights of no sleep. how awful that he had to be the cause of it.

“angel, i’m so sorry.”

he doesn’t cry, he never does. not when he had his first argument with his Father, not when he’d been banished for all eternity and given a place to handle the sole creation that he loathed. things were meant to be unfair for him, but for the first time, he would be willing to beg to not have any wrong doings go against taehyung. the angel didn’t deserve it, and definitely not because of his foolishness. 

“i know you must be absolutely angry with me, angel.”

he chuckles, pressing a kiss to his forehead. it’s soft, warm. his eyes wander to every feature. cheeks, pursed lips, maybe every single eyelash he could count. it doesn’t take him long to realize how enamored, how possibly, in love he is with him.

“remember when you asked me am i in love with you?”

he talks to him like the other is listening. he sighs, his body on his side while he pulls the other closer to him. taehyung’s face leveling his into his chest and he embraces him, making a nest almost and he breathes in his scent from his hair. this is his chance to have a taste of his little heaven.

he cries beside him.

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when you hurt under the surface,

like troubled water running cold. (well time can heal but this won’t)

it’s been over a year since he’s had any interactive dreams til last night. human!jungkook isn’t the one meeting him in the dream world however, and taehyung is distraught from the moment he awakens, tears trickling down his cheeks. he recalls jungkook being so calm, evading his sadness with his wittiness. even as an entity in his dreams, he’s still the same devil he’d come to know and love. 

‘how are you?’

‘you don’t want the answer to that.’

‘why not?’

‘i’m not holding up well.’

‘you’ve done it before, angel.’

he’s done it before, but it doesn’t mean he’s learned to withstand the pain of being left behind. if he thought the first time was heart wrenching, the second time is even worse. taehyung hates how much it affects him, how his stomach churns at any mention of jungkook and how his gut felt like it was hit by a huge blow when jungkook appeared. 

they speak of jimin, how he’s holding up. he has to tell him that he’s on the edge, trying to keep up with all the duties that make the underworld thrive. of course he’s not doing it alone. yoongi is there to help him with anything he can, and taehyung lends a hand as much as possible too. hell isn’t the same without you, he had whispered oh so quietly. 

‘why do you love me so much?’

jungkook didn’t take his one sentence explanation. it wasn’t the response he wanted. when taehyung gave him the longer reason, jungkook seemed content, yet evaded having a direct answer towards it. taehyung tends to forget that he’s not as vocal of his emotions as he is, and understands so he shooed that negative thought creeping inside his head away. 

‘are you in love with me, kook-ah?’ 

i am, with you, he desperately yearned to voice, but he needed his lover’s answer first. needed to hear how he felt, hear those words. he hated to doubt, he knows the other adores him, however he received no proper good bye when he decided to cease to exist. didn’t consult him, decided it on his own when he would have supported his decision 100% regardless. 

‘don’t ask me a silly question.’

his heart dropping was louder than the sound of rain falling on pavement. he had to look to the floor, his demeanor fading into that of disappointment. jungkook isn’t in love with him. yeah. how silly of him to ask such a question. the knot in his throat prevented him from saying anything else and he kept his smile in tact, pretending to not have been affected. 

bright light engulfed them both, not giving enough time for proper goodbyes (again, again, again). the world is cruel. the world is so cruel, and jungkook isn’t in love with him, but that’s okay. taehyung is and he’ll do whatever he can to bring him back even with a heart that’s beginning to break for the second time. he isn’t allowed to have what he wants. 

(i fell by the wayside, like everyone else.

i hate you, i hate you, i hate you, 

but i was just kidding myself.)

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this all or nothing

way of loving got me sleeping without you. (i was getting kind of used to being someone you loved)

there’s an insufferable pain that burrows in his chest deeper than that of his banishment from Heaven. an ache so distressful that he can’t rest easy, not when his love isn’t relaxing beside him, making snarky remarks at things he says before kissing him senseless and God, it hurts so fucking much. the day jungkook vanished, burning and disappearing into ashes, taehyung hasn’t been the same.

his days are full of crying, spent curled up into the sheets that his lover left behind. he has to dig his nose deep in his pillows in order to not forget the scent he always carried. his clothes still settle in his closet, his bathroom untouched, and the throne room is nothing better. the memories that flood only remind him of how happy they used to be, and if he had known, he would have appreciated every passing moment they had together. 

‘he’s in love with you too.’

the black feather from his wings, he presses it delicately against his cheek, closing his tearful eyes. human!jungkook’s words echo louder than any other he’s heard in ages. jungkook from the underworld was known to not fall in love, unable to bring himself to be soft and do feelings due to his rank as leader. he doesn’t know what changed when he came along. in fact, the fallen angel had the nastiest attitude towards this devil (for reasons) in the beginning, yet the rest that came after is history. 

it was meant to be them. 

taehyung was taught, ingrained to believe in miracles from the moment of his creation. but God is so cruel, taking the person that was most important to him when he was still an angel, only to find another that became his all just to take them away again. maybe miracles aren’t miracles at all. they can be confiscated at any chance, slipped right underneath your fingertips as you’re reaching for that sense of security. they’re false hope, but he still craves to trust, so he can figure out how to bring the love of his damned life back. 

because maybe– maybe jungkook has been his miracle all long, and he’ll move heaven and earth to bring him back. 

it’s a faint whisper in the throne room, surrounded by belongings of his love. a promise to the underworld that their king will return once again, no matter the length of this journey. 

kim taehyung swears on everything he loves. 

‘you’re my everything, i love you. see you soon.’

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castehaven‌:

it was hardly surprising to hear that zachary was someone who delved deeply into things, focusing on a single task and ultimately ignoring everything else. this time however, his sole focus was to avoid a specific lady, whom he is madly in love with, so she is unable to break up with him. it’s up there on the overwhelmingly long list of dumb things he’s done within the course of his days in elias, but this is the first time guilt and self-perseverance has been brought in the picture. it’s unfair for him to run away from the inevitable, and truth be told, he’s seen this coming. what’s a princess got to do with a stray like him, anyway? from the start, they’ve always belong in two different worlds, and deep down zachary knew he’s no match for her. so why hold her back?

distracted and too deep in his thoughts, zachary barely avoided the group of students rushing to their next class. instead, he found himself being spun and face-to-face with the last person he expects to see. “joyce” he says mostly to himself, more in awe than anything else. god, he wanted to kiss her. had it not been for impeccable hearing, he wouldn’t have heard her talk about him to her friends; about how ‘boring’ it was to be with him, and how she wanted it to 'end already’. granted, these were all taken out of context, but what else could she be referring to other than zachary? 

usually, zachary’s expertise lies on bullshitting his way through most things he’d rather not do or talk about, but this time his head is drawing a blank. “i’m sorry..” is what he ends up saying, because he is. “i’m a coward, and running away is almost second nature to me that it’s what i ended up doing. i’m sorry for hurting you, you deserve…more than what i am.” he dislikes the prickling pain and vulnerability in his voice, hates it even. “i’ve accepted the fact that you no longer want to be together and i understand— wait, don’t cry.” panic and concern replaces the crushing sensation of his broken heart. why is she crying? zachary holds her face, instinctively wiping the tears from her eyes gently, as if he’s holding his entire world in his palm. and he is. “don’t cry.” busy with calming her down, it takes a second for her words to click. “..what do you mean 'if i don’t feel anything for you’? joyce, isn’t it you who wants to break up with me?”

joyce despises the way he has the audacity to be looking at her like she means the entire world to him when in reality, it's probably an entire facade that he's using to save himself. she raises her small fists to his chest, banging against it with utterly weak punches, because although the princess is overwhelmed, she's so in love with him, salty tears finally spilling down her tainted cheeks. she sniffles, wanting nothing more than to lean into his touch, but she removes his hands from her face as fast as he had placed them there. "you're not sorry, you freaking jerk, if you had any dignity, you would have spoken to me sooner instead of putting us both through this. i'm so angry at you, i don't know how i--"  

everything freezes for a moment, confusion overtaking and her mind trying to wrap around and process zachary's words as she wipes her eyes with the sleeve of her academy sweater. "what do i mean? what on earth do you mean?" she shoots back, so loud, the sound of her voice echoes across the empty hallway. no longer want to be with him? break up? when on earth did zach come up with such a stupid, stupid idea? her facial expression twists, squinting up at the male accusingly. "wait. is this why you've been ignoring me? you thought i was ending things with you so to avoid it you sorted to this?" and for some reason, she chokes back a sob and a laugh at the same time. her boyfriend is such an idiot, he really is, god she adores him to bits.

she goes back to punching him lightly. "where did you even get the idea that i wanted to break up? that's never been on my mind once. i'm so happy with you, zach. there's no one else i'd rather be with than you." and she means it. her voice is laced with such sincerity, and she can't deny that she was initially frightened that he stopped loving her. she doesn't want to lose his affection ever. it literally kills her inside to think about that, to lose the person she wants by her side until the end of time.

say you won’t let go.

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say you won’t let go.

i knew i loved you then, but you’d never know. cause i played it cool when i was scared of letting go.

exasperated. sad. mad. and ultimately alone. zach has been avoiding her for days on end and joyce has no idea why or what she did wrong for this to have happened, especially when she’s been busy planning a surprise for the boy she adores more than anything in the world. she’s cried to both of her best friends about the situation, eloise comforting her while skye spoke her plan of kicking his ass into oblivion, which didn’t sound too bad at the time, because if anything, joyce may be depressed, but she’s also angry and when she catches sight of him, she’s definitely going to talk some sense into him. 

the princess is walking to her history class, swerving around schoolmates to get there, and that’s when she sees him for the first time since sunday. huffing, the fourth year marches right up to zachary, spinning him around to face her, cheeks flushed in irritation. a finger pokes right to his chest, digging in harshly. “you. mind explaining what’s going on because i’m confused as heck on why you’ve been making excuses not to meet up with me.”

she’s so angry, her eyes well up with tears as she waits for a believable explanation. the halls are nearly empty now, students having rushed into their classrooms. “if you don’t feel anything for me anymore, just say it and stop wasting my time.” the statement slips out without a second thought, her heart hurting inside her chest. 

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lost on you.

you know i adore you though i couldn’t give enough

a variety of fake flowers are spread across the table in the art room. it’s empty, joyce being the only one occupying it for now, waiting for gabe to show up. he looks the prettiest with flowers in his hair and a genuine smile on his face, she thinks. their friendship is one she holds dear to her heart and all she wants to do is protect him from everything that’s meant to cause harm. the girl is creating a crown for the boy to wear, and she’s almost finished, the creation full of pinks and purples. 

their friendship started with the blooming blossoms, joyce having been outside one day with them. gabe just. stopped by and asked to join and she didn’t object to the idea. after all, he seemed friendly enough and she always was up to making new friends. sighing, the memory is still very fresh in the princess’ mind. the sound of the classroom door clicking open causes her to jump out of her thoughts, spinning her head around to see who she’s waiting for, a smile spreading across her lips. 

“gabe, you came! look, i made you another flower crown because i know how much you love them. this one’s a bit different from the last one i gave you. what do you think?” 

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if only i could

convey my mind, i’m nothing without you my baby

two boys in love during the winter holiday. 2gu. 

winter is harsh this year, heaps of snow falling to the ground. hyunggu stares through the window, getting a clear view of the outside of the kang family home as more of the white fluff continues to float down from the gray sky above. christmas is around the corner, and like every break, he’s brought changgu home to spend it with his family. 

“the tree has enough decorations, don’t you think? it looks like it’ll tip any minute.” he muses, turning towards the heavily decorative evergreen fir tree his father had brought home a few weeks earlier. changgu scoffs back at him, wand waving in the air. that’s why magic exists, is his enthusiastic reply. 

to be honest, seeing the other so jolly about the holiday season makes his heart swell with emotion. he’d pay to see changgu living his best life like that for an entire 100 years if he could. he strides over to where he is, swipes his wand away, placing it on the sofa nearby, and takes both of his hands in his, softly pressing kisses onto his knuckles. 

“are you happy, hyung?” 

changgu merely smiles fondly, “always.” 

“do i make you content?” 

“every breathing moment with you makes my life worth it, hyunggu, i’d search for you even in another lifetime.”

changgu kisses him slowly before pulling away, cheeks as bright red as rudolph’s red nose. hyunggu tilts his head, taking a good look at how cute the other is when he becomes flustered. it’s not until he gets playfully shoved that he snaps out of his trance. 

“help me place the presents under the tree. we can be mushy later over cups of cocoa!” 

the grumpy, whiny younger boy ultimately obeys. 

yeo changgu is the biggest gift he could ask for. every christmas, more like every day, is a blessing with him by his side.

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your hand fits in mine,

like it’s made just for me.

a princess realizes she’s completely in love with a boy who never fails to make her heart go warm. zoyce. 

they’re laying on zach’s couch, joyce in between his legs, laying her back against her boyfriend’s chest as he lightly snores. an arm is lazily wrapped around her waist, keeping her put and she does what any other girlfriend would do; gently grab his hand and lace their fingers together. the quiet surrounding them is extremely nice compared to the sounds of flashing cameras and rude reporters shoving mics into their faces. 

being a princess isn’t all glitz or glamour, after all. the paparazzi not only continuously follows her family around, but also the people she surrounds herself with. quite annoying, really, but joyce can only persevere with a smile and move along. sighing, the young woman shuts her eyes. 

there isn’t anywhere else where she feels safe other than in the company of zach. his smile, his laugh, the way he crinkles his nose in distaste, the way he makes her feel that there is no one else he’d rather spend his time with. everything is zach and nothing hurts more than when they’re apart. she loves him--

her eyelids flutter open as quickly as they had closed. she loves him? she loves him! 

a laugh slips past her lips, joyce already shaking the sleeping male awake. he whines a little, rubbing his face before peeking up at her in question. “babe? what’s wrong?” 

“i love you.”

a surprised zach blinks repeatedly before cupping her face, bringing it down to his, almost as if staring directly into her soul. “repeat that?”

“are you suddenly hard of hearing,” she questions jokingly, placing a sweet kiss on his lips and knocking their foreheads together. “i love you. more than anything.” 

“one more time?”

“i love you, i love you, i love you, idiot.”

with a grin matching her own, he decides to pull her down into his embrace, kissing her forehead and nuzzling his nose into her hair. “ i love you too, princess.”

joyce’s heart prances when he says it back as she settles in his arms once again. there is only one person for her and she’s lucky to have him love her just as much as she does him. yes, this is definitely her happily ever after. 

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yoongi & jimin • peach

❝ i want to be your favorite hello & your hardest goodbye. ❞

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bekah & yukwon • pink & white

❝ you keep me safe, i keep you wild. ❞

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castehaven:

soccer season was coming, and it was coming quickly. almost too quickly for zachary’s liking. his eyes scanned the green grass on the field, the wind sending it in motion ever so slightly. not that there was much to look at, the young man was was mostly lost in his thoughts about the upcoming game, the sound of the final whistle being the one to snap him out of his trance.

it’s going to be their first game without the seniors, so the pressure’s high, despite his teammates being quiet about it. the announcement for the starting lineup was the huge elephant in the room, and although he’s normally part of it, the anxiety for the uncertain never left him. “joyce,” he slows down his pace to match hers, smiling at her direction. a breath of fresh air, like she usually is. “sure, if you don’t mind waiting for me to change.”

once they reached the locker room, he tells her to wait outside and gets himself fixed as fast as humanly possible. he managed to come out a few minutes later, hair wet from a quick shower, a small towel hanging over his shoulders. “so, is this a takeout kind of dinner, or a cook for zach since he’s amazing and deserves to be pampered kind of dinner?”

the princess patiently waits for zach to change and once he returns, a distressed squeak slips out at the sight. did he seriously have to look that good with his after-shower hair? no one should be able to be this attractive. her poor heart will give out soon, she swears to the heavens above that it surely will. when it does, joyce will be happily prepared for death.

releasing a cough, because she was totally not ogling for over a minute, of course she wasn’t, joyce knits her eyebrows together, fingers rubbing her chin as if in deep thought. “i don’t know. if you can list reasons on why you’re oh-so- amazing, i’ll consider going through the tough job of making dinner for you the next time we meet up.”

a teasing smile graces her lips, “today, you’ll unfortunately have to put up with restaurant food. sure, it’s not as tasty as my homemade dinners, but it’ll hit the spot!” cooking is something she doesn’t do much, yet when she does, the food she makes can be considered spectacular. “what exactly are you in the mood for? name it, and we’ll head straight there!”

what is love?

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castehaven:

hyunggu has somehow always knew what to say to make changgu feel better, even if it’s for a little bit, for a little while. it’s not easy, and he doesn’t see it being easy for the next days, or even weeks to come, but knowing there’s someone who’s shoulder he can lean on is reassuring– and for the first time that day, the hufflepuff let out a relieved sigh. “well, you’re better at it than i am.”

laugh was all he could do at the barrage of compliments being thrown at him. changgu doesn’t consider himself humble, but he isn’t one to brag either, so being praised is something he isn’t used to. “thanks hyunggu, you’re the best.” he smiles a genuine one. “i dont know what i’d be without you. really, i’ll probably be more of a mess than i already am.”

the skinship is something he’s used to, so it’s almost too at home that he leans into his touch, even going as far as to nuzzle against it. “talking about it helped more than i thought.” he sits up finally, getting up and dusting off the back of his pants. he reaches out a hand for hyunggu. “come on, let’s go. it’s getting dark. wouldn’t want any prefect after us again.”

rolling his eyes, the boy grabs onto the other’s hand, pulling his weight up to stand and dusts his robes off. at least his best friend isn’t looking as down as he was a few moments ago, though hyunggu is fully aware that the emotions he’s feeling won’t die down anytime soon. it’s going to take a while and of course, he’ll be with him every step of the way.

“last time was a simple mistake. we can easily avoid being caught. after all, you are speaking to an ex-prefect.” hyunggu can’t bring himself to care much about the position he had the year before. it wasn’t as fun as he initially had thought it would be. inspecting the halls during curfew hours was literally the most boring thing he’s ever done.

an arm wraps around changgu’s shoulders as the two head towards the castle. while the night is still young, there must be something they could sneak around to do, if the other even agrees to it that is. “how about a trip to the astronomy tower?” he asks, eyes gleaming with mischief. “we can sneak food from the kitchens to take with us.” 

the world is covered with you.

[cafemxchas]

what is love?

@castehaven​

“you can do this, joyce!” a girl murmurs to herself, walking towards the academy’s soccer field, only to turn back around. “nope, no you can’t.” an exasperated groan runs past the princess’ lips, fingers running through her hair. how hard is it to ask a boy-- her crush--  to hang out without seeming like you’re a nuisance? what if zachary doesn’t even like her as a friend and simply tolerates her in order not to hurt her feelings? what if he actually wants to be somewhere with someone else?

joyce can only come up with certain amount of upsetting scenarios until deciding to just go for it. turning on her heels, she heads to the benches, taking a seat. soccer practice should be over any minute now. her eyes catch a glimpse of the boy she’s waiting for, heart skipping a beat at the sight of him until the sound of a whistle breaks her train of thought, indicating that the training session is done with for the day. 

jumping out of her seat, the anticipating princess runs onto the field to catch up to zach, a grin on her face. she’s happy to see him-- when isn’t she, honestly? he constantly makes her day 101% better to say the least. “hey, dork. want to join me for dinner?” 

[cafemxchas]

castehaven:

the boy is relatively calm on most days, and on the days that he isn’t, there’s a few things that soothes him back to ease; like the soft melodic tune of morning light that his mother seldom plays for him on the piano, the scent of lavender that links his memories to the few times he was allowed to come home from the hospital, and the gentle caress of a human touch. changgu allows himself to relax under the gryffindor’s light palm, closing his eyes as he lets out a slow breath.

he saw no point in lying, specially to hyunggu. he’s smart enough to know that nothing gets by him, but changgu refuses to let himself wallow in self-pity in the presence of the other. it was pathetic enough that he got caught like this, sulking and moping by himself, cause despite it all, the hufflepuff still has his pride. even then, there was a part of him that knew hyunggu would be looking for him, and another part that hoped for it. amongst the changes that’s been happening around him, hyunggu remained constant.

”there’s a lot of things wrong with me. where do you want me to start?” he jokes and lets out a lighthearted chuckle, blinking his eyes open to look at him. “you’re too good at reading people. or am i just that easy?” he sighs. it was quiet for a moment. oh, how he wanted to drown in the silence and forget about pulling up for air. “i didn’t think it’d suck this much, hyunggu. it’s like… i knew from the beginning it would never be me, but i turned a blind eye and instead, i clung onto that slither of hope like some kind of dumbass.”

all he could do was laugh. it’s pretty funny, now that he thought about it. it wouldn’t hurt as much as it does if he just learned to let go before he was in too deep. ultimately, there’s no one to blame but himself.

”it’s okay.” he’s saying this to reassure his friend, but also for himself. “i’ll be fine, you worry too much. you’re underestimating the hufflepuff quidditch captain over here! if i could handle a snitch, a little heartbreak is nothing.”

the frown on his face fails to disappear the more changgu speaks about the heartbreak he’s feeling. hyunggu knows for a fact that the older male has a constant need to appear strong, and maybe the gryffindor is a hypocrite for this, but displaying weakness isn’t something to look down upon and he wishes the other would get that through his thick skull. “i’m not good at reading people.” he starts, looking off into the distance. “i’m good at reading you. huge difference.”

maybe it’s the way his friend is speaking lowly of himself, or the manner in which he’s shoving off his emotions to the side like it’s no big deal that’s making hyunggu utterly annoyed. “you aren’t a dumbass for latching onto the idea of her loving you someday. in this world, there is not one single person that’s been in love that hasn’t done the same-- hyung, you are so amazing, funny, and kind. sometimes too kind. no one comes close to deserving you, not irene nor anyone else.” not even me, he finishes in his head.  

“there’s absolutely nothing wrong with you either. you’re close to being perfect in my book.” hyunggu smiles a bit, eyes locking with his friend’s as he cups his face in his hands. a jittery feeling, that of butterflies, in his stomach appears to take over the confident hyunggu that everyone knows and for once, he hates himself. all he manages to do is lovingly pinch changgu’s cheeks instead of doing what he actually wants. “you’re right. yeo changgu can handle anything. just don’t be afraid to reach out when you can’t, yeah?”

the world is covered with you.

[cafemxchas]

castehaven:

changgu doesn’t cry. he never has. it’s not that he’s empty of emotions- heck, he’s rather full of it, but whenever he feels, it has always been dry. it’s more often a curse than a blessing, specially with him coming off apathetic when in reality he’s felt more than his body could handle. even now, when his only company is the tall spears of grass by the quidditch pitch and a broken heart, he doesn’t cry, but he feels.

it’s not a big deal, he tries to convince himself. his love was one-sided from the beginning anyway, and he knew there was no chance for their relationship to go down the path of being more than friends. so what was the problem? changgu has known. ever since that one day she visited him at the hospital wing with her usual smile, as if she could hide from him the fact that she would rather be somewhere else, he’s known.

”how annoying.” the hufflepuff mutters to himself, throwing a small rock down the slope of the field. it’s annoying how helpless he is. it’s annoying how weak he is. it’s annoying how he spent half of his life telling himself that he’s special, when in fact, he’s just a routine people have gotten used to. he lets out a sigh, followed by a heavier one, before he carelessly let himself fall backwards on what he thought would be soft, yet prickly grass, but instead he hits his head against something else- someone else.

“what the-” he felt up behind him, his hands finding what feels to be a robe, before looking up, only to see a certain gryffindor. “hyunggu! what are you doing here? do you have practice?” it’s already getting dark, and it was way past practice hours, but he had to make sure. knowing his friend, he could be an over-achiever at times. “what’s wrong?” he frowns once he finally faced him, only then noticing the distress in his eyes.

it feels like an eternity searching for his best friend around the entire school. the more places he checks, the more exasperated he becomes when changgu isn’t there. schoolmates watch as he runs up and down the different moving staircases, genuinely curious, mostly fascinated, as to how hyunggu hasn’t lost his breath at this point. it’s not until the gryffindor figures that searching outside is his best bet because clearly, changgu isn’t anywhere inside the magical institution. the one place he’d definitely be at is the quidditch pitch. there’s no way he wouldn’t be there. 

ultimately, he ends up being correct. he spots the hufflepuff sitting quietly on the patches of grass, facing the opposite direction, but the boy can feel the depressing tension all the way from where he’s standing. the scene unfolding before him is breaking his heart into pieces. a gentle wind blows, dark locks of hair flowing along with it. the sun is beginning to set in the distance, leaving behind a purple-pinkish sky that somehow fits the mood perfectly. 

striding over without making a sound, hyunggu’s knees come into contact with the green grass that they’re so used to being under. the corners of his lips point downwards into a deepened frown as the older boy allows himself to fall backwards, his head falling into hyunggu’s lap. a hollow chuckle erupts from the younger’s throat at a confused changgu feeling up on him. the gryffindor merely worriedly stares down at him, mumbling a ‘no’ at the questions being thrown his way. 

“nothing’s wrong with me,” he says slowly, knowing all too well it’s a lie. “but i know for a fact that something’s up with you.” he speaks again while moving changgu’s bangs away from his eyes. “why did you think it was alright to suffer through this alone? talk to me, hyung.” 

the world is covered with you.