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Hi, everyone!

Long time no see!

I'm currently working on requests. I have a full plate, on this blog and with other things. I'm doing my best! Be a bit patient for a little longer! I want to make sure I'm putting out the best for my requesters.

Which brings me to the point of this post.

As of now, Admin M will no longer be accepting member/member oneshot requests. 

I don't see kpop idols that way anymore. I used to have so many kpop ships but now I just kind of don't. Sorry if that's a disappointment to anyone.

I will write the member/member requests that are currently in the submit box. Anyone who requests member/member from me after I post this will have their message deleted. 

Admin S might still be accepting member/member requests. That's up to her. c: But for Admin M, I won't be doing member/member.

Thank you! I hope you all understand!

--Admin M

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Hey guys!

Long time, no fic! Sorry about that...I'm trying my best but the words just aren't coming for me.

Anyways I'm just here to say that I too, will not be accepting any member/member requests anymore. Admin M and I are pretty much on the same page here when it comes to shipping kpop idols: we just...don't anymore. Anything beyond maybe a bromance or brotp or whatever just doesn't feel right. 

And if I can't ship it, I can't write for it. It's as simple as that!

Thank you all for your patience and understanding!!

~Admin S

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Homesick.

I DID THE THING. 

I FINALLY DID THE THING.

Open-ended Gunwoo fluff for Jackie!! c:

THAT IS ONE REQUEST I CAN CHECK OFF. FRICK YEAH. -- Admin M

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My shoulders ached, back sore, feet nearly numb, and head pounding.

Today was errand day. I had picked up a dress from the dry cleaner’s, had some lunch with friends, picked up some more makeup from the cosmetics store, gone to pick up my car from the mechanic’s, and now I was finally walking out of the store with loads of groceries.

My shoulders ached as I loaded the bags into the car. I rolled them back, feeling the muscles whine at the movement. I sighed. “Almost done,” I whispered.

I shut the trunk and climbed into the driver’s seat, immediately starting the car and letting the A/C blow my hair back at full blast. I put my forehead on the steering wheel.

Studying in America had become a lot harder than I thought. Going to Korea and leaving home at first had been the hardest thing, but Korea had become my home. America felt too unfamiliar after being away for so long. I felt disconnected, like this wasn’t where I belonged anymore.

Why is that?

I was born here. Shouldn’t I have felt more homesick in Korea?

My heart twisted.

I leaned off the steering wheel and snagged my phone out of my bag. Immediately, a notification was waiting for me. I smiled and unlocked my phone.

A familiar face displayed on a tiny icon beside the message. His eyes were round, and I swore I could dive into them; they were so big. His lips slightly parted as he gazed at the camera cutely. I turned my gaze to the message.

Hi, honey~~~ how are you doing? Anything fun scheduled for today? ^^

My heart twisted even tighter and I sank down in my seat, letting out a sigh.

“No, Gunwoo, you know my life isn’t as fun as yours is,” I muttered to the message.

Gunwoo’s job as an idol always kept him far away from me as his girlfriend. He pushed aside as many days as he could muster to spend time with me, but as of late, we’d only been able to communicate via text message and video chats. I was used to those conversations while still in Korea since he’d go to Japan a lot, but now that I was in America…this was an entirely different ballgame.

I replied cheerily, even though I felt like banging my head against a wall.

Hi ^^ I’m doing fine. I’m just running some errands. Nothing fun. :) what about you~?

I set my phone aside and buckled my seatbelt, but with the click came a ding from my phone.

Blinking, I picked up and stared at the sudden reply from Gunwoo.

Errands can be fun! Headed home soon?

I giggled. I’m heading home right now, you goober. How’s Korea treating you?

I put the car in reverse, but then my phone dinged.

It’s hot here~~~ TT~TT what about America?

I replied. Lol. It’s plenty hot here, too! I gotta drive so I won’t be replying for a bit~~

When my phone dinged another time, I didn’t check it. I pulled out of my parking space and headed toward home.

With every stoplight, my headache’s throbbing increased. I wanted to rip my brains out and bang my skull against the window. My stomach twisted, and my hands felt clammy. A lump knotted in my throat and I almost pulled over.

I wanted to go back to Korea.

I wanted to leave.

I wanted to drive across the ocean and be in my old apartment.

Who cares if I go to some nice school in America? Korea is my home.

Korea is where I belong.

Besides, that’s where Gunwoo is.

I hadn’t hugged him in months. I hadn’t touched him. I hadn’t felt him in so long. For a moment, I forgot what color his hair had been when I’d said goodbye. He was always dying it and adding chalked colors; I always teased him about how he won’t have hair by the time he’s thirty.

I video chatted with him a couple days ago; the lighting had been so dark that I couldn’t see his hair color at all.

It was black. It had to be black.

But what if it wasn’t?

I swallowed.

Keeping up with MYNAME was next to impossible in America. It wasn’t like the fanbase was gigantic and everyone knew about them; news about them was limited, and a lot of fansites weren’t accessible from the US. I didn’t know what was going on with MYNAME until weeks later, and it wasn’t like Gunwoo had a ton of time to tell me everything about their activities.

I leaned back in my seat, staring at the final stoplight before my apartment. I wanted to lay on the couch and take a nap. I didn’t want to think about this.

I parked the car and fished my groceries out from the back, each bag nearly snapping my arms off. I scowled and shut the trunk.

I jogged up the stairs to my apartment and fumbled with my keys. My hands were still clammy, and my knees were shaking.

It’s the heat.

It’s gotta be the heat.

I finally found my apartment key and shoved it into the lock.

My apartment was cool, unlike the fiery pit that was the outdoors. I shut the door and let out a sigh.

Ah. Sile—

“Welcome home!”

The chorus of voices had me dropping my groceries and screaming. The lights suddenly came on, and I covered my face.

Laughter filled the room. My heart was trying to break out of my ribcage.

I carefully peeled my fingers apart, peeking through to see what was going on.

And I was sure I was dreaming.

The first person I saw was a black-haired Seyong, which was a huge jump from his blonde hair. He flashed a playful smile at me and whined, “Why did you have to scream?!” He bounced over to me as I brought my hands away from my face.

Before I could say a word, Jinseok had his arm around my shoulders as he laughed. He pressed his cheek to mine, like he did when he would tease me. I pushed him away, starting to smile.

“Noona hasn’t changed~”  Jinseok sang. I stared at him. He smiled. “I’m not the one you should be looking at.”

 I blinked. “What—”

He pointed toward the living room and I followed his finger.

My heart stopped.

It felt like someone had nailed my feet to the floor and turned the heat up in my blood. My lips parted as if to make a sound, but nothing came out.

I’m dreaming.

I have to be.

Standing in the living room, wearing a tank and jeans, was Gunwoo.

Gunwoo.

He smiled at me and walked over, passing Insoo, who was seated on the couch. Junkyu sat on the other side, watching us.

Seyong and Jinseok left my side, and soon my eyes found Gunwoo’s face.

He opened his mouth to say something, but before he could make a sound, I put my hand over his cheek.

He was warm and pale, not an unhealthy pale, though. His skin was milky and smooth, free of imperfections. I blinked.

“Am I dreaming?” I whispered to him, low so the others wouldn’t hear. He blinked, eyes as large as I’d remembered. He laughed and shook his head.

“Of course you’re not,” he said.

“Then what are you doing here?”

He laughed again. “Let me help you with your groceries and we’ll explain.”

It took a moment for my muscles to respond. Before I could do anything, Insoo and Gunwoo were in the kitchen, skillfully putting everything away.

Jinseok guided me over to the couch. He sat me down.

“How did you guys get into my apartment?” I asked. Junkyu smiled.

“Your friend let us in,” he said. “She said you gave her a spare key for emergencies. We thought this was plenty urgent.”

I frowned.

Gunwoo walked into the living room and immediately dropped onto the couch beside me. I looked over at him.

“Have you eaten yet?” he asked. I shook my head.

“No,” I said. “I planned on eating after a nap.” I looked up at him. “But what are you guys—”

“We have a concert,” Gunwoo said. “It’s next week, but we convinced the company to let us come down early and enjoy ourselves.”

“And by enjoy ourselves, he means he wanted to see his girlfriend,” Seyong added, grinning as he sat in a chair across from us.

Pink played across Gunwoo’s cheeks and he looked away. I giggled.

“So you guys flew out here a week early,” I said, “just for the sake of—”

“I really wanted to see you,” Gunwoo said, fingers finding mine. Our hands folded together naturally, and I moved closer to him, like we used to do before I left.

Insoo set two large bags on the coffee table. He grinned at me. “I have a feeling you haven’t had some good Korean cooking since coming here,” he said. I blinked. “So, we prepared some good ol’ fashioned Korean dishes.”

He removed box after box of dishes I used to consume all the time while in Korea. I swallowed, the familiar scents invading my senses and bringing forth an onslaught of memories, most of which involving Gunwoo.

The knot in my throat thickened.

I pushed up a smile and watched Insoo produce container after container. I said, “Goodness. You brought enough to feed an army!”

He laughed. “Well, there’s nothing wrong with a surplus of food, right?” My smile grew a bit wider.

And then my eyes started to water.

I lowered my gaze, throat tightening. My stomach twisted and I tightened my grip on Gunwoo’s hand.

Tears welled into my eyes, and Gunwoo leaned forward.

“Is everything alright?” he asked softly, trying to catch my gaze. I nodded stiffly.

“Hey,” he said, reaching forward and carefully guiding my face toward his.

I refused to meet eyes with him, but I knew he could see the tears rolling down my cheeks.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he said. I sniffled. “What’s wrong?”

The members froze, and I could feel their gazes on me. My chest tightened and I shook my head.

“N-Nothing’s wrong,” I said shakily, squeezing his hand again. He tilted his head and wiped away a tear with his thumb.

“The tears say otherwise,” he said, smiling gently. I couldn’t help but smile back.

“They’re…they’re happy tears,” I said, a smile breaking across my features. I wiped at my eyes. “You guys came at the perfect time.”

“We did?” Insoo cut in. Gunwoo glanced at him.

I laughed. “You did,” I explained. “I was feeling homesick.”

“Homesick?” Gunwoo asked. “But aren’t you born in Americ—” He paused.

And then he smiled.

“I see,” he said. He gently cupped my cheek in one hand. “Well, we can’t bring you back to Korea, but we can’t try and bring some Korea to you.”

Before I could speak, his lips were on mine.

Warmth blossomed in my stomach, and I was almost reduced to a puddle. I wanted to laugh and cry all at once; I wanted to jump for joy and lay down, and run a mile and sleep for days. I squeezed his hand once more, and our kiss broke.

I bit my lip and giggled. “Your hair’s blonde.”

Gunwoo blinked and put a hand on his head. He laughed. “I dyed it yesterday.”

“What was it before?”

“Black.”

I laughed and rested my forehead on his shoulder. “It’s so good to see you. You don’t know how happy I am.”

“I’m happy, too,” he said, gently pecking the top of my head. Insoo chuckled.

“You two are so cute,” he teased. “Hungry?”

“Starving,” Gunwoo and I chorused. The members laughed.

Everyone grabbed their utensils and dug in. I ate slower than them, watching them devour their food like they hadn’t eaten in days.

I didn’t want them to leave.

I didn’t want to feel homesick again.

I smiled to myself and looked to Gunwoo.

Maybe I can last a little longer.

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it's time

to dO

SOME WRITING

--Admin M

IT'S WRITIN' TIME KIDDOS

~Admin S

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Hello dearies!

Apologies for the lack of fics lately, both Admin M and I have some pretty bad writer's block going on. Please be patient with us while we try to write you some fluffy fic goodness!!

<3 ~ Admin S

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lovelovevenus

Your ask box is closed, so I'll do this here!

Thank you for requesting! I love you especially since you asked for a Leo oneshot and a;sldfhg Leo a;lsdfhg.

I'll add it to the list! Thank you so much!

--Admin M

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Hey guys! The submit box is always open! Come send us some requests!!

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Radiant. Part 1.

Taken from a series of edits I'm doing, Ashley's request, and a few conversations with Alex--we begin the start of a new series of oneshots.

I don't think I could call this one a oneshot, more like a chapter. It's 14 pages in MS Word, and it's not complete. So here's part one. Can you figure out what's going on? c: --Admin M

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My hand curled inward, fingers wrapped around the imaginary shape of a pencil that had once been there. I frowned and slowly opened my hand, fingers whining and groaning, stiffness running through the side of my hand and into my wrist. Each little appendage shook with every movement. I forced my fingers to spread apart, biting my lip as the pain subsided a little. My gaze traveled to the pencil lying flat on a half-finished sketch. I sighed.

I guess it’s break time.

“All-nighters don’t suit you,” I said to my reflection, releasing my pull on the skin and watching it settle back into place. “Maybe you should take up that thing called sleeping?”

I laughed at myself and removed the hundreds of hairties and pins I had so strategically placed in my hair to keep it all out of my face. I’d had about two or three small ponytails atop my head, one pulled incredibly far back, a few pins on either side of my head, and a pin on top to make sure everything stayed.

By the time I was done, my hair was a wavy mess of frayed and frizzed strands. I ruffled it with one hand and smiled. “Good enough.”

My apartment was still brightly lit, even though the clock read well-past midnight. My neighbors were sound asleep, which was the best time to draw, of course. With everything that goes on during the day, there’s no way I could get anything done, even in the solitude of my own apartment.

But at midnight, there was nobody to interrupt my sketching. There was nobody to ruin my train of thought. There was nobody calling me to make plans. There was nobody—

Bzzzzt.

Bzzzzzt.

Bzzzzzt.

I paused in the middle of my living room, having been going for the kitchen. I squinted and found the source of the persistent buzzing teetering on the edge of my end table. I blinked and walked over to it.

The phone read a familiar name, displaying a familiar face…but not a face I ever saw at midnight.

“Hello?” I answered, voice low and raspy. I cleared it and said again in a more normal tone, “Hello?”

A low, groggy laughed echoed on the other end. “Hi, to you, too. Were you sleeping?”

“No, I was sketching. But you sure sound like you were sleeping.”

“Ha…is it that obvious?”

“Little bit. If you’re so tired, why are you calling me at this ungodly hour?”

“I wouldn’t call it ungodly…”

“Hongbin.”

He let out another sleepy laugh. “Well, I was talking to my aunt,” Hongbin replied. He paused. “She’s visiting and arrived late last night. She wanted to talk.”

“Why is your aunt at your apartment?”

He sighed. “Dad’s always away on business,” he said. I heard the crinkle of sheets in the background as he shifted. “And Mom’s not too keen on Dad’s family. I mean, they like her a lot, but she’s a little…”

“So, what, your dad called you and asked you to take care of her?”

He sighed. “Yeah.”

I snorted and laughed. Hongbin groaned. “It’s not funny. Besides, Aunt Missy’s pretty cool.”

“Well where is she now?”

“She’s working,” he said.

“…what?”

“She works nights. It’s complicated, but she’s not here right now.”

“Ahh…”

Silence passed between us. I sat down on the couch. “Is there a reason why you called me?”

“Ah…yeah.” He exhaled slowly and said, “The Arts Festival is tomorrow afternoon. There will be a ton of fantastic artwork on display and there will be some wonderful music. I go every year, but I was wondering if you’d wanna go with me.”

“Why don’t you ask one of your groupies?”

“Groupies?”

I smirked, hoping he could hear that. “You know, those girls who think they’re so cool and would love to hang out with Mr. Ray of Sunshine Hongbin. You have their numbers, right? They probably slipped it to you on a polaroid. Why not call one of them?”

“You just said exactly why I wouldn’t invite them.”

I laughed. “I’m just messing with you, Binnie,” I said. “I’d love to go.”

I think I heard him smile. “Thanks,” he said.

“Did you think I’d actually make you go with one of them?”

“It was getting there, yeah.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll protect you from those nasty photography groupies.”

“I don’t need protecting,” he said with a low chuckle, sentences becoming slower.

I laughed. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. You’ll beat them up with your nine hundred dollar camera, right?”

“And you’ll stab them with your wide variety of paintbrushes, right?”

I giggled. “Exactly! We’d make the best team.”

“Which is why you’re going with me to the festival.”

“Mhm.”

Hongbin yawned. I asked, “So how come you’re calling me about this now and not, like, during the day?”

“Because I was really busy and forgot,” he said. “And now that I’m awake, I might as well ask you last minute, right?”

I laughed. “Of course.”

He yawned again, and he let out a slow groan. I smiled.

“You’re not used to be up late, are you?” I said.

“That and I was woken from a really nice dream so I mean I really don’t wanna be awake right now.”

“How ‘bout I let you go?”

“Thank goodness.”

I giggled, imagining his messy hair and barely-open eyes. I bit my lip. “See you tomorrow.”

“You mean later today.”

“Something like that.”

“I’ll drop by your apartment and get you.”

“Alright.”

“Bye.”

“Sleep tight.”

I hung up and set my phone back on the table. The apartment fell back to silence, and once again I was alone with myself. I sighed and rested my head on the back of the couch.

My stomach was twirling. It twisted, like I was going to be sick, but then fluttered like I was flying. This always happened when I talked to Hongbin, and I mean always.

I remember meeting him. First day of college. Third class of the day. It was science, one of my worst subjects. I’d had the pleasure of partnering up with him for a lab, and although he hadn’t been the most…talkative partner, he laughed at everything I said. For the sake of science, we exchanged numbers. He texted me a lot, called me a lot. Our interactions in class became more like friends than lab partners.

A year later, and nothing’s really changed…except for the science class.

Because ew, science.

I yawned and stretched. It was past one in the morning. I guess I should head off to bed, right?

    I woke up somewhere in the hour of eleven. My head hurt, and my eyes were heavy, as the usual after staying up so late. My muscles ached, and I felt soreness in my side. It took me a second to realize that I had somehow contorted my body into a somewhat comfortable position on the couch. I scowled.

Bzzzt.

Ah. A text.

I swung my hand behind me, trying to find where my phone had gone on the table. It only took a moment for my fingers to find the slick rectangle and bring it in front of me.

Binnie: you awake?

I replied.

Me: something like that.

Binnie: hour and a half good for you?

Me: perfect. :)

  The act of getting ready was an art I had mastered long, long ago when I was in middle school. Fact is, middle schoolers were the most judgmental people I had ever had the displeasure of encountering. As a defense, I learned to dress nicely, but not cute in the quickest way possible.

Today, I get dress however the frick I want in the quickest way possible.

After a shower, I grabbed a red skirt, black  buttoned shirt, black tights (because shaving is a chore one should only do when absolutely necessary) and lace-up heels (because Hongbin’s one of those guys that’s super tall and to avoid short jokes, one must wear the appropriate footwear for every occasion).

I fixed a red bow into my hair and began covering my flaws with foundation. Hongbin had always complimented me on my “flawless” skin. Little did he know that underneath these layers of liquid, powder, and concealer was an acne monster waiting to crawl from the depths of Hell. All this foundation was the only cage strong enough to contain it.

I moved onto my eyeliner, doing something simple as to not overdo my ensemble. The best option was no eyeshadow, only eyeliner and mascara. My eyeliner had a cute flick at the end, sharp enough to kill a man if one made a move on me. My mascara pushed up what little lashes I had, making them flutter like those of the prettiest of anime characters’.

As a finishing touch, I applied some red lipstick: something I always wore. It wasn’t necessarily red like the blood of my enemies, but red like Snow White, if that makes sense.

Finally happy with my appearance, I packed up my bag, slipping my sketchbook and pencils inside. If there was one thing I had learned from two semesters of art classes, it’s that you always carry a sketchbook with you in case you suddenly have the urge.

As soon as I pulled my bag onto my shoulder, there was a knock at the door.

On the dot as always.

I grabbed my apartment key and opened the door.

In front of me was the gorgeous face of my best friend, Hongbin. His hair was styled even better than my own. He dressed in a red button-up shirt and jeans, thick black glasses framing his eyes. He wore them a lot; at first I thought they were a fashion statement but now I question if he actually needed them.

“Well don’t you look cute,” he said, a grin spreading across his face. His teeth were white and pure as a wedding dress, smile as radiant as the sun overhead. I smiled at him quaintly. “

“And you look rather dashing yourself,” I said, stepping out, shutting the door and locking it. I looked at him and noted his camera bag over his shoulder.

If there was one person who always had an urge, it was Hongbin. He was constantly snapping photos, contorting his body into thousands of directions to get just the right angle. I might have laughed at that if it weren’t for my habit of following the people that would move while I was drawing them.

“Lead the way,” I said.

He jogged down the steps, and I tried to keep up, although my footwear hindered me from going too quickly down stairs. He waited for me at the bottom, making snide remarks about how slow I was. I punched his shoulder.

“Shut up,” I said. I flipped my hair. “It’s a small price to pay for the amount of adorable I am today.”

Hongbin laughed, a dimple appearing on his cheek. My heart pounded.

Will you stop that.

I smiled at him, and we walked down the sidewalk.

Sunlight peeked through the trees lining the street, shading pedestrians and cars that passed. I breathed in the fresh air and looked to Hongbin.

He was looking up at the sky, blinking at the sun. He raised his hand and waved.

I looked ahead to see what he was waving at, and then I twisted behind, and left, and right and even up—there was nobody around.

“What are you waving at?” I asked, arching an eyebrow at him.

Hongbin paused and lowered his hand. He smiled widely. “Nothin’.”

I rolled my eyes. “Whatever, Binnie.”

Music began to echo in the distance. I squinted and saw the outlines of tents and people. As we got closer, the music became louder, and I adjusted my bag on my shoulder.

We entered the festival, now surrounded by hundreds of people laughing, selling things, and sharing their art—whether that art be music, painting, glass blowing, or photography. It was all here at this beautiful festival.

A smile spread across my face and I watched the people passing by. Some were laughing. Some were covered in tattoos. Some were wearing tank tops. Some were wearing dresses. Some had long hair. Some had short hair. They passed by, and I wanted to draw every single one of them.

I paused as Hongbin came to a grinding halt. He produced his camera from its bag and turned it on.

Ah. The urge.

He caught a group of dancers awing a crowd up ahead of us. I followed him through the mass of people to the front. They were belly dancers, each wearing grins as their outfits swayed with their movements. Hongbin got down on one knee, brought his camera up to his eye, and began to press the shutter.

I eyed the belly dancers’ bodies. The women were not tiny in the least Muscle was built up all around their bodies, and yet in some strange way it was gorgeous. The muscles moved as one, twisting the skin this way and that, hypnotizing the viewers. My fingers itched for my sketchbook.

Before Hongbin could capture another image, I had my sketchbook out.

I knew drawing one person was pointless, so I drew parts. I watched them as they moved and twisted the drawing this way and that, squatting down beside Hongbin to give myself a proper surface.

Bellies covered a page, twisting one way and then another. I studied how the fabric moved, and how it fell over their movements. Squinting, I tried my best to catch the fabric in a moment in time.

Hongbin stood, looking down at his display screen. I slowly stood up and shut my sketchbook. I slid it into my bag and Hongbin said, “Can I see?”

I snorted. “No,” I said. “You can see my finished works, not my sketches.”

Hongbin rolled his eyes. “Shall we keep going?”

I nodded and followed him out of the crowd.

We walked toward the artists’ booths. I found myself getting lost in the mythical paintings of one, while Hongbin was busy discussing lenses and whatnot with a nearby photographer.

I eyed a painting in the corner of the little booth. It wasn’t very big, but the image was sort of quaint and nice. It portrayed a rather attractive man dressed in robes, holding a lyre and floating in the clouds. Colors danced around him, and I tilted my head.

My eyes traveled down to the name of the piece: Apollo.

“Ah, Apollo. God of the sun,” someone said from behind. I jumped and whirled around.

An old man smiled at me, eyes crinkled at the ends. He clasped his hands behind his back. “Do you like it?”

 “Yeah,” I said. “A lot, actually. The colors are gorgeous.”

“Thank you,” he said. “Apollo is a great god, in all honesty. He’s god of music and art, healing and plague, oracle, and so on. He’s got a full plate.”

I laughed. “He sure does. Why’d you paint him, though? I don’t see any other  gods.”

“He’s just my favorite.”

I smiled. “Well, I like it.” I looked at him. I knew what he wanted. “I’d buy it, but I’m a half-broke college student.”

He laughed. “Ah. Sounds like you’re an art student, too. So you’re double half-broke, right?”

I laughed. “You get me.”

“I do. Thanks for looking, darling.”

“Anytime.”

I walked out of the booth and found Hongbin eying a glass blower’s booth. I tapped his shoulder and he turned.

“Ah! There you are!” he said. “Wanna keep going?”

“Sure!”

We walked for who-knows-how-long. We marveled at the other dancers, gawked at art, and even captured our own art.

As we left our nth booth visit, my stomach growled. I put a hand over it.

“Hungry?” Hongbin asked.

“Little bit. I haven’t eaten all day.”

He smiled. “Well there’s great food here. Let’s find some.”

The crowd thickened around the food booths. There was food of all kinds—Mexican, pizza, burgers. I settled with a sandwich and chips, and so did Hongbin. We grabbed a couple of water bottles and found a small table to sit at.

He sighed as he set his camera bag down. I giggled. “Heavy?”

“It gets to a point,” he said, smiling.

“Get any good shots today?” I asked, taking a bite of my sandwich.

“I think so,” Hongbin said. “It’s hard to tell on the screen.”

“Well, send me some when you get them on your computer.”

He smiled. He seemed to glow a little when he did, and I felt my insides melt. I took a drink of water to wash the feeling away.

“Get any good sketches?” he asked.

“Maybe,” I said. “It’s fun studying different facial features. Like, figuring out how people’s bones work under their skin.”

Hongbin shuddered. “That’s weird.”

I rolled my eyes. “It’s great.”

We sat in silence for a moment. It was comfortable, though. We listened to the noises of everyone around us; their jokes, their laughter.

And then their remarks.

“Don’t look, but there’s a really, really cute guy behind you.”

My eyes went to the table of girls behind Hongbin. He was munching on a chip, not paying attention.

But I heard everything.

They giggled. “Is he wearing glasses? Glasses are so cute.”

“His shoulders look strong, too. Hmm.”

“I’m sure he’s got some seriously nice arms under that shirt of us. I mean, don’t you see his forearms? They’re fantastic!”

My stomach churned, and I lost my appetite. I took a drink of water, looking away from the table.

“Everything okay?” Hongbin asked, smile gone, eyes wide with worry. I nodded.

“Perfectly fine,” I said, smirking. “Why?”

Just as I did, a couple of the girls stood and walked over to our table. My heart slammed against my chest and nearly halted.

“Hi,” said one of them to Hongbin. He paused and looked up at her.

Can you not look so cute? I growled in my head.

“We just wanted to say that…that shirt looks really good on you,” one of them said. I wrapped my fingers around my water bottle.

“Uhm…thanks,” Hongbin said awkwardly.

“Is that a camera bag?” the other girl asked, pointing to it. I crossed one knee over the other and stared at my plate, not even wanting to look at them.

“It is,” Hongbin said.

“So, are you a photographer?”

“I’d like to think so.”

“Can we see some of your photos?”

“Ah…they’re not really—”

“Please?”

“I don’t think—”

“I’m sure they’re great!”

“Look,” Hongbin said curtly. I looked up at him. “I appreciate the compliments. Really, I do, and I don’t mean to be rude, but please go back to your own table.” He looked up at them. “I’m trying to have a nice meal with my friend here.”

This time, I looked at their faces.

All color was gone. Their jaws were almost unhinged. One of them smiled politely, “Oh, I’m sorry! Didn’t realize we were interrupting! We’ll be on our way.”

Like that, they were gone.

I looked at Hongbin. He let out a long sigh and took a drink of water.

“Sorry,” he said.

“Nah, it’s good. They were annoying,” I said, a bit loudly.

Hongbin laughed. My stomach fluttered.

“You ready to head back?” he asked. “Your feet have got to be killing you in those shoes, and I’d like to get back before it’s dark.”

I smiled. “Sure.”

Truthfully, my feet ached a little, but not enough to hinder my walking. We stood and threw away our trash. Without a glance to the group of girls, we walked away from the booths.

The crowd thinned as we made our way out of the festival. The sun was dipping below the horizon, and the trees were looking more like silhouettes.

Hongbin yawned and rubbed his neck. I smiled.

“Aunt keep you up last night?” I asked.

He chuckled. “Nah. It’s just been a long day.”

Suddenly, Hongbin stopped. His eyes grew wide, and he looked like he was about to collapse right then.

I stared at him. “Everything okay?”

“My camera!” he exclaimed. “I left it on the table. Oh my gosh.”

“Well go get it,” I said. “I’ll wait here. We aren’t too far.”

“Okay…okay!” He whirled around and booked it down the sidewalk. I smiled.

I leaned against a tree and pulled out my phone, checking messages. Hongbin wouldn’t be too long, right?

A moment or so passed, and I heard a few whistles. I blinked and looked up.

A few men were across the street, dressed in simple t-shirts and jeans. One of them met gazes with me, and I looked down at my phone.

Another whistle, and a chill ran through my frame.

“Hey, sweetheart!” called one of them. I tensed.

“Hey, don’t ignore us!”

“Yeah, come on!”

Ignore them. Ignore them and they will go away.

“What are you doin’ out on your own, huh? Did that little boy you were with ditch you?”

Their voices were louder. They were closer.

Ignore them.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you, sweetheart!”

How about no.

“That phone can’t be more interesting than me.”

Suddenly, they were beside me. There were three, much taller and larger than myself. I swallowed and stared at the empty text screen on my phone.

“Look at me, darlin’,” said one of them. He reached out and pushed my hair behind my ear.

I smacked his hand away.

And then he grabbed my wrist.

“Don’t you touch me like that,” he growled. “Slut.”

I swallowed hard.

“Leave me alone,” I said sternly. One of them laughed.

“How do you expect us to leave you alone if you’re so pretty?” he said. My stomach dropped.

“I expect you to walk the other way,” I said, trying to pull my wrist from the other one’s hold. He yanked me away from the tree, and I nearly stumbled.

“Ooohh, wore the wrong shoes today?” said the third one. My heart galloped. “Here, let me take ‘em off for you.”

What do I do?

As he reached down to undo the laces, I lifted my heel and slammed the sharp, pointy stick onto his hand.

He let out a yowl and suddenly my cheek burned, and I was against the tree.

The man had released my wrist, but his hand was up. I gently touched what I was sure was bright pink flesh and winced at the sting. I took in a deep breath and adjusted my bag strap. My phone was out of my hand and had skittered somewhere behind them. I swallowed.

Crap.

One of the men was holding his hand, scowling at me. “You dirty—”

“Hey!”

The voice was Hongbin’s. My heart fell.

Hongbin, this is a bad idea.

Hongbin had muscles along that wide torso of his, but I wasn’t entirely sure he was too keen on his fighting skills. I swallowed hard and almost called for him to stop.

But one of the men beat me to speaking, “Run along, kid. This doesn’t concern you.”

“Oh, it concerns me completely,” Hongbin shot back. He carefully set his camera bag down.

Oh good he has it.

He brought his fists up and said, “Lay another hand on her and I will mess you up.”

All three burst into laughter. “A kid? Like you? Yeah right.”

“Try me.”

They did.

One at a time, they went at him. I squeezed my eyes shut.

Hongbin there’s no use in being brave! You’ll get yourself killed!

For all we knew, one of these guys had a knife. That last thing I wanted was Hongbin to get stabbed and…well…

I slowly rose, using the tree for support for my achy legs. One of the men snarled at me.

“Stay where you are, whore,” he snapped. I narrowed my eyes.

Suddenly, one of the men was on the ground and Hongbin was going for the one who had just called me a whore.

I wasn’t entirely sure that what I was witnessing was actually real.

Hongbin’s movements were quick and precise. He first went for the man’s legs with swift, powerful kicks. The man was wobbling in two seconds, and was then on his knees. Hongbin kicked him to the ground and turned to face the third one.

Run, I wanted to tell the man.

He ran.

But at Hongbin.

Hongbin threw a kick to the man’s neck, knocking him down instantly. He kicked the man over onto his back and said, “Don’t you ever treat a girl like that ever again—especially not this one.”

He whirled around and faced me. I stared wide-eyed at him.

“H-Hongbin,” I muttered.

Where did that come from?

His eyes were wild and angry, fists clenching and unclenching. His nostrils flared, neck strained. I pressed against the tree, wondering if he was going to hurt me, too.

He put his hands on my shoulders gently. “Did they hurt you?” he asked.

I opened my mouth, but no sound escaped. I swallowed.

“Did. They. Hurt. You,” he repeated sternly.

“Hongbin,” I said softly. “H-How did you—”

Suddenly, Hongbin’s eyes went wide. He glanced down.

One of the men had his hand wrapped around Hongbin’s ankle. He squeezed and pulled.

Then, something weird happen.

Before Hongbin could fall, before I could blink, before this man could even breathe, a bright, warm light filled the palm of Hongbin’s hand.

The light was blinding, and I shaded my face with my arm, squinting.

Is this real?

The light shot toward the man, and he let out a yell of agony. He released Hongbin’s ankle, and Hongbin straightened, staring at his hand.

We stood there, frozen for a moment. My eyes were wider than they could possibly be. My heart faster than I’d ever felt it go.

Hongbin turned to face me.

Without a word, he grabbed his camera bag and grabbed my hand.

What.

Just.

Happened.

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Attention Everyone!

Admin M speaking!

Thanks to a series of edits I'm doing, a request from Ashley, and many conversations with Alex, I'm going to do a series of oneshots that kind of all relate to one another, but sort of.

They'll be written in first person (since, in my opinion, I'm better at first-person) and will be centered around the VIXX members. What it's all about, you'll know after the first one posted. c:

I'm stuck between doing one oneshot for each of them or just doing it like an ongoing fanfic, where it'll have chapters but they'll be oneshots I-- I don't know. We'll see c:

I'm going to write the first one today. It'll be a lot of fun, in my opinion. c: I hope you guys will like it as much as I will~

Just thought I'd update y'all on what's going on in my head. u v u 

--Admin M

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thanks admin M for the story! I LOVED IT~ :D

AAAAAAHHHHHHH I'm so happy you did! ; A ; I was worried you wouldn't! a;lksdhglafdg

Thank you so much for requesting!!

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Cuddles.

N/Ravi fluff for w-h-ereyouare! I hope I did your request some justice~~! I'm sorry for the long wait ; A ; you requested while I was out of town, and I've been busy until tonight. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it! --Admin M

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“Are you leaving yet?” Hakyeon whined from the floor, where he sat with his legs crossed, laptop glowing and displaying VIXX’s fan café. He flicked his gaze up at Hongbin and Sanghyuk, who were zipping up their jackets and slipping on their shoes.

“We’re going as fast as we can, hyung,” Hongbin said with a smile, laughing at the leader’s impatience. Hakyeon scowled.

“Aren’t you going to be late?”

“We have plenty of time,” Hongbin replied, tying his last shoe.

“Ahhh, Hakyeon-hyung,” Wonshik muttered from the kitchen, preparing a snack for himself. “Don’t be so pushy. They’ll be fine.”

Hongbin’s smile grew wider, and he looked at Hakyeon.

Hakyeon’s scowl deepened. “What’s that look for?” he muttered.

Hongbin chuckled. “Nothing.” He looked at Sanghyuk. “Ready?”

Sanghyuk nodded. “Yep! We’ll see you guys later!”

The two youngest started for the door, but Hongbin suddenly halted, and Sanghyuk ran right into his back.

“Hyung, what was—”

“Where are Taekwoon-hyung and Jaehwan-hyung?” Hongbin called, cutting off Sanghyuk.

“They left an hour ago!” Wonshik called.

“Are you sure?”

“Completely! Now if you keep stalling, you are actually going to be late!”

Hongbin laughed. “Alright. Bye!”

Hakyeon waited, sitting still and scrolling through the fan café. The door clicked shut, and soon the only sound in the dorm was Wonshik’s rifling around in the kitchen. Hakyeon listened intently. There was the rip of a paper towel, the pouring of some juice, the clink of a plate. Soon, Wonshik came around the corner, holding a plate and a glass. Hakyeon smirked.

He slowly lifted his computer up and off his lap, gently setting it down beside him. With ninja-like stealthiness, he got to his feet and watched Wonshik set the plate and glass down on the coffee table.

Wait for it.

Wonshik gently scooted the coffee table out further. He turned around and grabbed one of the couch’s pillows.

Now.

“Wonshikkie~!” Hakyeon called, bounding toward him (and nearly sliding along the wooden floor).

Wonshik didn’t even have time to register what happened before Hakyeon had so gracefully tackled him to the couch in an attempt at a dramatic hug.

Sadly, Wonshik landed on his face with Hakyeon snuggled up to his back. Hakyeon laughed.

“Hakyeon, I can’t breathe,” Wonshik mumbled into the cushions, voice muffled. Hakyeon scowled.

“Are you saying I’m fat?!” Hakyeon growled, smacking Wonshik’s shoulder. Wonshik laughed into the cushions.

“No. I’m saying I’m uncomfortable.”

“Well, you’re going to stay that way if you make comments like that,” Hakyeon muttered, dropping his chin onto Wonshik’s back.

“You leave me no choice,” Wonshik said. He brought his arms up and braced himself on either side of the couch. Hakyeon blinked.

“You are not seriously going to—”

Like that, Wonshik pushed himself up and titled one way. Hakyeon yelped, trying to grip onto Wonshik’s sweatshirt, but he was already on the floor, groaning as he turned onto his back.

“The floor’s hard,” he said, putting his hands over his face. Wonshik laughed.

“That’s what you get for attacking me,” Wonshik said, sitting up and crossing his legs to avoid stepping on Hakyeon.

Hakyeon peeked at him through his fingers, a smile slowly forming. He stretched up and poked Wonshik’s knee. “Wonshikkie~”

“What?”

He poked him again. “Wonshikkieeee~”

“What?”

Hakyeon giggled. “Won~shik~kiee~” He poked Wonshik’s knee with every syllable. Wonshik leaned down to look at him.

“What.”

“You’re in a bad mood today!” Hakyeon muttered, slowly sitting up, barely fitting between the couch and the coffee table thanks to his small frame. Wonshik rolled his eyes.

“I am not,” he said. “You’re just super touchy today.” He patted Hakyeon’s head. Hakyeon frowned and stood up.

“I am not touchy,” he said defensively. Wonshik laughed.

“Then what do you call tackling and poking me, hm?”

With a smile, Hakyeon stepped in front of Wonshik. He grabbed the front of Wonshik’s shirt and yanked.

To his surprise, he managed to drag Wonshik off the couch and onto the floor beside him. His arms ached a little (why was he so heavy?!) but his goal had been achieved, nonetheless.

Wonshik stared at him with wide eyes. Hakyeon smiled and put an arm over him, suddenly becoming sheepish at their closeness. Wonshik smiled gently.

Hakyeon felt an arm wrap around him and pull him close. Wonshik set his chin atop Hakyeon’s head.

“Is this what you wanted?” Wonshik asked. Hakyeon nodded, pressing his cheek against the soft fabric of Wonshik’s sweatshirt.

“Why didn’t you just say so?” Wonshik chuckled, looking down at him.

“Because that’s no fun,” Hakyeon said, snuggling even more into Wonshik’s frame, feeling his warmth. He slowly breathed in Wonshik’s scent, corners of his lips pulling up. “Besides, how do I just ask for that?”

“Can we cuddle?” Wonshik offered. Hakyeon playfully hit his chest.

“You know that would be weird!” he laughed.

They laid there in silence. Wonshik smiled into Hakyeon’s hair, feeling his smaller frame against his own. It was like two puzzle pieces carefully fitting together to create a single piece. He smiled wider.

“This is nice,” Hakyeon said.

“Even if we are on the floor,” Wonshik pointed out. Hakyeon laughed.

“Well, it’s cooler down here, isn’t it?”

“It’s cold outside, Hakyeon. The point is to stay warm.”

Hakyeon snorted. “So what are you saying?”

“Let’s move to the couch,” Wonshik said.

Hakyeon groaned. “But I’m comfy here.”

“Couch is softer.”

“But you’re soft.”

“Couch is warmer.”

“But you’re warm.”

“Couch is bigger.”

“So are you.”

Wonshik sighed. “You’re not moving, are you?”

 “Nope!” Hakyeon snuggled even more into Wonshik (if possible). He hummed against Wonshik’s chest, smiling.

Wonshik smiled. “Fine. But if anyone comes home and sees us like this—”

“They won’t be home for another three hours.”

Wonshik laughed. “I know how long we cuddle.”

“Well we’ll keep track of time.”

“If you say so.”

“Of course I do.”

The two chuckled at one another, pulling as close to each other as possible and closing their eyes.

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrowl.

“Was that your stomach?” Hakyeon said, eyes closed.

“Maybe.”

“Wonshik—”

“Well I was about to eat, you know.”

Hakyeon laughed. “Still not moving.”

“Alright, then. Have it your way.”

Hakyeon grinned. Of course, he thought.

We always have it my way.

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The writing process is mostly about not getting distracted by the Internet.

Oh hey is that a nice edit of Korean boys--

--Admin M

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When He's Insecure.

OH MY FRICKING GOSH I FINALLY WROTE IT. Here you go, Alex! Some angsty N fluff (fluffy N angst?)! -- Admin M

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You pushed your reading glasses up your nose, squinting at the computer screen. You took a sip of tea, eyes never leaving the words. You weren’t sure how long it had been since you had moved from that spot, but you didn’t really care. Nothing was more important than what you were reading; it had to be edited and ready for printing in the next couple of days, and today was the only day you had to make sure it made it by then. And Hakyeon knew that.

He sat across from you at the table, laptop out. He had a day off, and although you would have liked to be spending it outside of your apartment and away from work, Hakyeon understood that you had a job, too. You couldn’t always push things aside for him.

I still want to spend time with you, he’d said after you had vehemently argued that watching you work was not your idea of a fun day. Your face is much prettier than Wonshik’s; I’d love to see it.

So there he was, probably scrolling through his fan café like usual. He occasionally laughed at something, and you would ask what, and you two would share a laugh, but for the most part the two of you sat in silence.

Hakyeon stood and went around you to grab his bag. As he brought it back to his seat across from you, you removed your glasses and ran a hand through your hair, letting out a sigh. Hakyeon chuckled.

“Stressful article?” he asked. You nodded.

“Sometimes I wonder who lets these people write,” you muttered, leaning back in your chair. Hakyeon was fishing through his bag, trying to find something.

He set a few things on the table to get them out of his way. You eyed the items: bracelets, sunglasses, headphones, his wallet. Items even you would have in your bag.

You were about to look back at your computer screen, but something caught your eye.

It looked like a moisturizer tube at first, but in bright pink letters on the back it red, Advanced whitening cream before listing instructions and ingredients.

You narrowed your eyes and stretched your arm across the table. Hakyeon looked up at you and then looked to your hand.

“W-Wait!” he blurted out, trying to grab the tube before you did. But your fingers had already wrapped around it and you were sitting back down and inspecting the bottle.

…this cream will gradually lighten your skin and even out your skin tone, it read in shiny black print. You let out a sigh.

“Hakyeon,” you said.

“Don’t say it,” he said, looking down.

Your tone was gentle. “Hakyeon, you don’t need this.”

“I don’t expect you to understand—”

“There’s nothing to understand,” you said evenly. “You don’t need this.”

Hakyeon bit his lip and sighed. You stood, holding the cream in one hand, and knelt down beside him, crossing your arms on the armrest.

You were looking right at him, and he still wouldn’t meet your gaze.

“Did someone say something?” you asked.

He groaned. “Everyone says something.” He looked up at his computer screen. “Even the fans say something.”

“Well, of course the fans do,” you said, smiling a little. “Fans say everything because they notice everything.”

“You’re missing the point,” he muttered. Your smile dropped. “News sites say things about my skin and how dark it is. No matter what show I go on, people bring up my skin. The members tease me about it, and I know they’re just joking around, but…” He let out a sigh and dropped the back of his head against the chair, looking up at the ceiling. “I just want them to stop.”

“Then ask them to,” you said.

“It’s not that simple and you know it.”

You frowned and sighed. You eyed the tube in your hand. “I don’t see a point in using this cream,” you said softly.

“Of course you don’t,” Hakyeon muttered. “You don’t need it.”

“And neither do you.”

He growled and ran a hand through his hair. “You don’t understand.”

“Then explain it to me.”

Veins were pulsing on the sides of his head, and his jaw was set tightly. His nostrils flared, and you were sure he was about to tear a hole in his jeans.

You stood up slowly, still looking at the cream. Hakyeon look at you. “Can I have that back?”

“Not until you give me a good reason for using it,” you said.

Hakyeon frowned. “I have given you plenty of reasons.”

“No you haven’t.” You folded your arms.

“I just need it—”

“Why?”

“Just give it back.”

“Not until you give me a good rea—”

“Just. Give. It. Back!”

Hakyeon was on his feet, hands clenching, nostrils flaring. You stared at him, blinking away the initial shock of his raised tone of voice. You shook your head.

“No.”

Hakyeon ran a hand through his hair, mussing up the carefully styled strands. He swallowed. “Why do I need to give you a reason?” he asked, voice a little shaky. “It’s mine, isn’t it? It’s not like I’m asking you to change your skin tone or anything! I don’t get why you’re upset about me using it.” His voice level slowly rose as he spoke quicker. “I bought it because I need it. I’m using it because I need it. This is the only way to get people to shut up about my skin. I won’t be some dark-skinned weirdo on every show. No one will say anything to me about my skin tone. I’ll be like everyone else!”

He swallowed, eyes wide as he stared at you. Your heart twisted.

“Hakyeon,” you said softly. “You don’t need to be like everyone else.”

He growled. “I do when I’m an idol! I do when I’m constantly being criticized by everyone!”

“That’s not your fault,” you said. “That doesn’t mean you have to change.”

“Yes it do—”

“No, it doesn’t, Hakyeon!” you finally yelled, locking gazes with him. Instead of anger you saw shock. He’s never seen you so angry. Your heart pounded into your ears. “You were born with that skin, weren’t you? You were dark since day one, right? What is the point of changing what you were given, huh? You’re perfectly fine the way you are! I wish you could see that!” You swallowed a lump in your throat as your hands shook. “People get skin cancer from trying to lighten their skin. Did you know that? Just because you’re an idol, doesn’t mean it won’t happen to you, Hakyeon.” You tried to control your breathing.

 You swallowed again and lowered your tone of voice, “People look up to idols, Hakyeon, especially the leaders. They look to you as a source of encouragement and hope. Do you really want a fan, one of your Starlights, looking at you and seeing that you’re teased for being dark-skinned and seeing the way you handle it is by changing yourself?” You searched his face and raised the cream up between you two. “You don’t need this, Hakyeon.”

His eyes were glassy, and his throat was tight. He looked away, and you tossed the cream onto the couch.

You walked up to him and took his hand in yours. “I might not understand what it’s like to be an idol, Hakyeon,” you said. “But I know what it’s like to be ridiculed for who you are.”

He swallowed hard. He blinked, trying to rid his eyes of tears. He shook his head. “I just…” He swallowed again, voice soft and shaky. “I wanted to be good enough for everyone.”

“You are good enough,” you said, squeezing his hand. “You are Cha Hakyeon, leader of VIXX, Voice, Visual, Value in Excelsis.” You smiled at him. “You’re hilarious. You’re responsible. You’re respectable. You’ve got one of  the most contagious laughs in the world, and you’re always the one making everyone else laugh.” You laced your fingers around his neck and pressed your forehead to his. “When I see you, I don’t see some dark-skinned singer. I see someone who is perfect in every way.” You placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. “And that includes your skin.”

A tear began to roll down his cheek. He refused to lift his eyes. You kept going.

“Your skin is flawless,” you said, wrapping your arms around his waist. “It’s smooth when I touch it.” You kissed his forehead. “And warm when I’m close.” You placed another kiss on his other cheek. “The color is dark, but it’s dark like chocolate, or a Frappuccino.” You kissed his neck softly and spoke there, hugging him. “And I like chocolate.” You kissed the bottom of his jaw. “Because it’s sweet.” You smiled into his jaw, hoping he felt it, and hoping that maybe it tugged the corners of his lips into a smile. “You’re sweet, too. You just need a reminder sometimes.” You kissed his forehead. His shoulders were shaking.

“If someone tells you otherwise,” you said, “then come find me, and I’ll kiss you where you need a reminder. If someone says something about your skin, I’ll kiss you everywhere—your face, your neck, your arms. Everywhere.” You wanted him to look at you. You wanted so badly for him to look at you. You could hear his sniffles and his attempts to hide his crying. You just wanted him to look at you. “You’re perfect the way you are, Hakyeo—”

His lips found yours, and his hand cupped your cheek. Your hand slowly trailed up to his neck as your lips worked with his. You could taste his tears; they were salty, but constant. They kept coming.

When he broke the kiss, your ears were hot, and his forehead was against yours. He sniffled, and through a shaky breath he said, “Thank you.”

“Hush. Don’t thank me,” you said. You smiled at him. “How about I order some pizza and we laugh at the things your fans post in the fan café, hm?”

A small laugh escaped him, and he nodded. “Alright.”

Reluctantly, you two parted. You pulled out your phone as Hakyeon sat behind his computer. You dialed the pizza place number and brought the phone to your ear.

As it rang, your eyes wandered to the couch. You paused, and there you found the tube you had thrown a moment ago.

Hm.

As the pizza place answered and you began to place your order, you grabbed the tube and looked back at Hakyeon.

He was busy wiping his tears on the back of his hand and laughing at himself. He ran his fingers through his hair, calming the strands. You looked back at the tube.

And then you looked to the window.

The tube sailed out the window and down to the busy street below. You smiled and hung up after saying a few polite good-byes to the delivery place. You looked out the window.

“Coming?” Hakyeon called. You looked back at him and nodded.

You walked over and dragged your chair beside his. The two of you scrolled through his fan café, and you looked up at him.

You really are perfect the way you are, Hakyeon.

You really, really are.

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Well hello there!

I'm baaaaack! 

It feels good to be blogging again! I'll get to writing soon, too. But not tonight. I'm so tired. otl

I have a couple of requests, and I'll get to those ASAP. u v u 

Anyway, it's good to be back!

--Admin M

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English Tutoring

At long last, here is some fluffy Kyungsoo for you, Sarah! I hope you like it!

~Admin S

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Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!!

 I tore my eyes away from the computer screen to see who was trying to get my attention. My phone’s screen was lit up, letting me know that my friend/crush Kyungsoo had just texted me. I tapped the screen so I could see just what he wanted from me.

 'Hey, are you busy?’

 I quickly tapped out my reply.

 ‘No, not really.’

 I hit send, and just a few seconds later I got my reply.

 ‘So does that mean you would be willing to help me study? I’m having some issues with my English… ;A;’

 Kyungsoo wasn’t a native English speaker, and I sympathized. Even though it’s my mother tongue, it’s one hell of a second language to learn.

 'Sure thing! Where and when do you wanna meet up? J’

 ‘Library? 20 minutes?’

 ‘Okay! See you when I get there~’

 After hitting the send button on my final text, I made sure I logged out of everything so none of my family members would snoop. Though I had planned on spending most if not all of my day on my laptop, my blog would have to wait because I had a cute boy to help out.

Normally, I wouldn’t get all dressed up to help a friend study. But since Kyungsoo was now more than just a friend in my mind, I wanted to look at least a little bit cute to impress him. We had been friends for practically forever, but a few months ago I realized that I quite possibly liked him a lot more than originally planned. A small flicker of hope remained lit in my chest, that maybe, just maybe I didn’t misinterpret all those seemingly flirty actions of his; and that my adorable friend-crush liked me back.

Anyways, I pulled on some jeans I found lying on the floor, a cute t-shirt out of my closet, and made my hair and face look like I didn’t just roll out of bed and onto my computer. I grabbed any study material that could help and shoved it in a backpack. Soon enough I was on my way. 

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When I arrived at the library, I saw Kyungsoo was waiting already there, waiting outside on the steps while fiddling with his phone. It looked like he didn’t notice me walk up, so I decided to get his attention.

 “Hey there!” I called out to him as I made my way up the concrete stairs. He turned his big brown eyes my way and smiled sweetly.

 “Hi!” he replied happily, giving me a quick hug. “Thanks so much for doing this, I’m drowning in all of this weird vocabulary. I’ll make you kimchi spaghetti!!”

 “It’s no problem, really,” I chuckled. Sometimes Kyungsoo was just too adorable for words. “Come on, I’ve got some things to ‘splain to joo.”

 At that, we entered the library and found ourselves a table that was sectioned off from all the others and hidden by shelves up shelves of books. That way we could speak at a more normal volume without annoying anyone else. Kyungsoo and I settled into our chairs (and I may or may not have noticed him scoot his just a touch closer to mine and I may or may not have scooted mine closer to his), and pulled out our study material.

 “So Kyungsoo, what seems to be troublin’ ya?” I asked in my best “helpful teacher” voice. He giggled a bit, which made me mile, and pulled out a sheet of paper with a bunch of words listed on it.

 “I can’t seem to pronounce any of these words for the life on me,” he said exasperatedly and handed me the list. I gave it a once over and saw that it was animal names.

 “Animals? I thought that this kind of stuff would be easy peasy lemon squeezy for someone of your level!” I teased. Kyungsoo’s face got all red as he started fiddling.

 “Well…some of them are really difficult…and uh—“ but I cut him off before he could finish. I let out a little laugh and poked one of his cherry red cheeks.

 “I’m only teasing Kyungsoo. Besides, I wouldn’t be able to learn another language in a million years, my brain isn’t wired that way so I totally admire what you’re doing here!” I complimented him.

 “But you’re so smart! I bet you could,” he said smiling cutely at me. Now I could feel my face flushing red. Darn you, Do Kyungsoo for being so adorable and not my boyfriend.

 “If you say so, my dear. Now, I guess I’ll just read these off and you can repeat them after me and I’ll help your pronunciation that way, okay?” I got us back on track as to distract from my flustered state. Kyungsoo nodded in response.

 “Dog,” I began at the start of the list, where the seemingly easier to pronounce animals were.

 “Dog,” he repeated back to me, in practically flawless English. The only “flaw” being his ever so slight accent but I found that cute so technically, his English there was flawless.

 “Are you sure you need practice? You seem pretty good to me,” I inquire, raising an eyebrow.

 “That was only one word! And that one was really easy! Keep going I promise I’m not all that great,” Kyungsoo promised while gesturing at me to keep going.

 “Okay, okay, I will,” I said, turning my attention back to the vocabulary list. I then read off the next word,

 “Horse.”

 “Holrse.”

 “Horse,” I repeated, putting extra emphasis on the sound he got a bit off.

 “Horse,” my cutiepie companion repeated, then smiling widely when he pronounced it correctly. I grinned back and nodded happily.

 “Elephant.”

 “Elrephant.”

 “Elephant.”

 “Elephant!” We went on like that for a while, until we got through the entire list.

 “That was great Kyungsoo! I knew you could do it!” I congratulated him which just made his cute little face all pink.

 “That’s just because you’re such a great teacher,” he smiled. “Though I still need some help, so I hope you’re ready for more.”

 “Bring it on,” I jokingly challenged. He let out a soft laugh and pulled out another small packet of papers.

 “I have a few questions when it comes to grammar irregularities, especially these,” he pointed out a small section. Ah yes, the whole “’I’ before ‘e’ except after ‘c’” thing and how it sometimes wasn’t true.

 “Hah, well I don’t know how much help I’ll be. I mean, I’m a native speaker and I still have problems with this stuff. But I’ll try my best,” I laughed, then diving into an explanation of this ridiculous grammar rule that only the English language could cook up. Though the entire time I was trying to explain why letters were placed where they were placed and why, I could feel a pair of eyes watching me.

 “And that’s why y…” I trailed off and turned to face Kyungsoo, who was watching me quite contently. His eyes, his lovely, round, dark brown eyes were affixed on my face, which was once again turning bright red.

 “Hey…Kyungsoo…what’s with the stare? Do I have something on my face?” I stammered as I asked. My heart was beating out of my chest, this was so unlike him, but I liked it. That small flame of hope in my chest started to grow. Was this a sign?

 “Sorry…I just…got so lost in your voice and I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful you are when you talk…” he spoke slowly, as if he was in a daze. If my face wasn’t red before, it definitely was now.

 “Kyungsoo I…” but just as I was about to speak, I was silenced by a pair of lips covering my own. He was kissing me!! My eyes went wide with surprise then slowly closed as I melted into the kiss. His lips felt even softer than I had imagined. It was even better than a dream come true. That dream ended much too soon when he pulled back from me, red faced once again.

 “I-I’m sorry…I just—“ he was shushed by me grabbing him by the t-shirt, and pulling him in for another kiss. Kyungsoo leaned his forehead against mine as one of his hands drifted up to caress my face. My hands removed themselves from his shirt and made their way around his neck so I could hug him close as our lips smoothly glided together. I could have stayed in that moment of bliss for forever, but our fun was cut short when another voice interrupted.

 “Hey! No PDA in the library!” We pulled apart and turned to see a frumpy old woman glaring down at us. Her nametag read “Gladys” so she must have been a librarian.

 “Sorry!” we said in unison. The librarian Gladys walked away shaking her head and mumbling something about “darn teenagers and their hormones.”

Kyungsoo and I looked back to face each other, and we both broke out into wide grins. He was positively beaming at me, and I’m sure I was doing the same to him. After a moment of excited silence, he spoke and said,

 “So, do you wanna come back to my place when we’re done here? I’ll make kimchi spaghetti!” he offered.

 “Is that your way of asking me out, Do Kyungsoo?” I playfully asked.

 “Yes,” he said, still brightly smiling.

 “Then I shall graciously accept your offer,” I smirked.

 If this is what happens when I actually get off the computer to go do things, then I’ll be sure to neglect my blog more often.

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hi, are you guys by any chance accepting admins?

Sorry, but no. As of right now, Admin M and I are keeping it to just us running the blog.

~Admin S

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do you guys have affiliates?

Nope! 

I don’t even know how we’d even go about affiliating? 

We’re kind of new at this. o-o

~Admin S

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Let me splain to u a thing

Admin M's going on hiatus for a few days!

As in until Friday!

I'm going on a road trip, so I mean friends > tumblr so yeah. 

I have a request that I'll work on when I get back. If you would like to request something from me, please go ahead and send it but please also be mindful that I will be out of town and won't see it until Friday or Saturday.

Thanks guys! Enjoy the fluff and don't drive Admin S insane!

'kay thanks bye!

--Admin M