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30 days of writing: Companion

There's a saying that animals are the best judge of characters. Their unbiased nature makes it so they are the best of candidates to point out the kindest of souls without even much of a hesitation. Everywhere he seemed to go whether it was a trek to the subway as his usual means of personal transportation, or an overseas stroll exploring the offerings of a new country - he always seemed to be at the front of an unintentional leading stroll. There were countless stories of a stray dog following him with the most wholesome of intentions. Perhaps it was the lax approach of Brian's way, his initial demeanor pulling at the strings of curiosity of loyal critters, but it was comedic still in every sense of the way. Also seeing as how he had not had a furry companion of his own since he was a child.

He truly did love animals, his complex history stemming from a genuine fear from a unfortunate event as a kid, to owning a small exotic pet during trainee days when he sincerely didn't have any business owning one in the first place. Apart from becoming a dad and starting a family, raising a pet responsibly had truly been one of his long awaited dreams now; Basking in their love and reciprocating it ten fold.

Just like many people in the industry faced, owning and caring for a pet in the capacity than any animal lover hoped for, was a strenuous and unrealstic likeyhood for him. He was fortunate enough to indulge in their warmth through colleagues whom owned pets much to his envy. Luckily for him, the majority of them liked him as well and quickly allowed him to get all the love he could ask for while simultaneously seeking for comfort of his lap.

Smiling from beneath his mask during his walk back home after a much needed outing, his eyes would glance the way at any oncoming dogs trotting alongside their owners while hooked to their leash. It was always such a proud look, at least most of the time, the pups smugly thinking they had complete control. He can only stop to think how once they got home from their late night walks, they could either seek the warmth of their dedicated beds, or if they were lucky, cuddled up with their owner to share the span of what must seem like a massive amount of space just for them. It seemed so comforting to even think about; knowing no matter what that there would be such a happy little soul waiting for your arrival at home. It truly made him think and wish more and more that he had one to call his own. Sharing breakfast side by side together, or even under blankets watching a movie together and assuming the canine knew just what was going on. He probably spots at least 5 other dogs after that one. Shapes and sizes varrying from big to small; wirey coat to smooth.

Arriving to the quiet home he called his own, we wondered what it would be like to have a furry little friend awaiting his arrival; tail wagging so fast that their human had finally arrived. Instead, he tends to his own needs and those alone. A glass of water to help hydrate himself, and his own personal grooming routine to help ease him for bed. Late night hours alone usually consisted of his phone in hand, a repetitive look through his social medias algorithim to help pass time. As calming and familiar as it all was, the idea truly raced through his mind at the fact that the warmth of a fuzzy companion could be asleep at his feet; their minds content with solely being the source of happiness to their owner. One day he hoped to make that a reality.

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30 days of writing: Tremble

It's definitely a bit comical to see a man already in his thirties, succumbed to the warmth of his bed with the most ludicrous of socks adorning his feet. Apart from the pastel mint ones that he currently wore to calm the trembling of his toes, he still had an assorted variety tucked away with his less flashier and most importantly, less fuzzier pair. As long as he could remember, his body never seemed to retain warmth for too long. Mornings, he would always find himself with cold radiating from his fingers all the way down to his toes. It was the situation throughout most of his life though he never seeked for solutions to fix it and proceeded as if it was solely his destiny. He would be lying if he didn't admit to the helpful nature of his gaudy socks that he had taken a liking too especially in the confinement of his home. Whether he was losing countless hours of his time by being absorbed in the never ending algorithm of shorts that he swiped through on his phone, or played games into the dead of the night, the socks were a dedicated article that now coincided with those basically daily events.

"These are really cute hyung, they fit you really well." Though the comment seemed to come off in a teasing vibe, Wonpil was truly sincere about the never ending compliments pertaining to the olders newly found obsession of said socks. Of course the fact that the two had lived together for so long, him and the others were well away of the frigidness that ironically clung onto the warm hearted bassist. "I'm sure they keep you warm for other reasons too. If only we knew this is what you needed all along"

That last comment was easily the teasing aspect of their exchange, his words a clear reference to the origin of Brian's now growing collection of cutely colored socks. Wiggling his toes from where they moved in and out from under the bottom of the blanket, he reacts with a smile to himself, eyes trained to watch the way his feet played a simple game of peek a boo. Just on cue as if with everything the older did, Wonpil is laughing with such sincereity from any simple gesture the other did. No matter how cheesy or overly done it was, to him everything Brian did was entertaining or cute as he fell victim to being weak each and every time.

"I love seeing you this happy Brian Hyung." His hands have become a place to rest his chin, the affection clear as day in almost sparkling eyes at his hyungs new found happiness.

Brian doesn't say much, but the way the corners of his lips emphasize the one sided indent of his cheek speaks for itself at how warm he felt at the thought of a simple gesture from a girl that was eager to go by whatever means it meant to make him happy. Though at the end of the day, stopping the trembling of his toes caused by the cold was one of the few things she did to make sure he kept warm when he didn't have her beside him.

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30 days of writing: Restless

The bouncing motion of his leg repeated itself in a fervent shake of anticipation and overall excitement. The drop in temperature was a sheer sign of what time of the year it was, with nights approaching quickly and the forming breath of condensation exhaling in a smoke like effect like that was almost nostalgic, naturally sharp eyes casted in the direction of the dark and looming streets that rendered themselves more empty than normal. The eerie feeling was quite ironic seeing as how there was nothing remotely solemn about the awaited meeting , but such was the reality of the timing each and every year.

Faerie lights are always twinkling around this time of the year, but the snow was always a toss up for if it had blanketed the streets yet or not. This year it was already adorning the trees, rails icy to the touch with snow compacted atop it almost too perfectly like a picture book painting. He truly did enjoy winter, but he was the type of person to always make the best out of anything. There was always memories it held whether it was as a toddler hand in hand with his parents who were fortunate enough to travel the world. Or even the independent pre-teen years of his life in the even more frigid streets of Toronto, where he indulged in sledding and boughts of snowball fights with his eternal friends that he still held close relationships to til this day.

The digital reading of his apple watch ticked further and further pass the appointed time that he had originally been given, but the congestion at the airports only grew as the holidays approached closer. The pairing of his birthday and Christmas were conveninent especially for someone like him, but at the same time, a little selfish part of him wondered if he would be faced with more opportunities such as this one to indulge in the presence of home if he were born during a different time. He grew accustomed with being independent and alone all his life, but it didn't mean that times like this didn't remind him that he didn't have the luxury of being able to bask in parental warmth.

Restless in every sense of the word, a pacing motion occurs in the dead of the night, their vehicle just about due to show up any minute now. Sure he could've planned a better meet up, but this was the quickest and most direct way of seeing the two faces that quite literally mirrored his in the almost too perfect of a mixture. His sharp nose and strong lines to his face was pulled directly from his paternal side, while his moms soft and endearing smile and dimples softened the conflicting traits of his dads. He was truly a spitting image of the two.

Just as he completes another pacing motion to pass time, the specifc set of automobile lights that appear from down the road catch his attention specifically. Though other pairs have zoomed past and granted haven't come to a stop to prove otherwise that they were his parents approaching, there was a gut feeling about the way this one specifically came towards him, as if he could sense it from the next block away. Standing still with the pockets of his pants becoming a place of shelter from the colder the night grew, his hunch was right as the vehicle veered into a spot just feet away from where he waited, the stalling nature of the taxi falling in line with the assumption. It's as if the back doors open in slow motion, the first taller frame of the two being that of his dad who in typical fashion tends to his mother's bags while simultanoeusly holding the door for her. The two truly had a romance unlike any other, their devoted love sparking such romantic expectations on his end as he grew older. Waiting where he stood until his mothers gaze is the one that catches his first, his lips are turned up into a permanent beaming smile, her expression warming him up instantly as if it wasn't the middle of December. Once his presence was noticed with awaiting gleeful looks on both of their ends, the looming weight of restlesness has instantly melted away, ignoring the current weathers state as nothing in the world could take away the way he felt in the moment.

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young k on byob - a moodboard

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30 days of writing: Beginning

A solid 5 years seperated the time between now and then, a long listed turn of events making it seem almost like an untouchable feet in the years to come. Though many occurences were familiar, it was all so new at the same time, a different feeling of excitement bubbling at the fact that they were here yet again. Though their new found success was overwhelmingly surreal, it truly had allowed them to propel themselves back into the world of touring and at a different capacity than ever before.

They had never even been to Malaysia before, the scorching weather and undeniably exquisite cuisine already making a name for itself prior to even meeting these fans for the first time in this setting. His insatiable appetite was already in full gear as assorted containers of food was spread out as if there a party of ten attending. Instead, it consisted of him and just the keyboardist whom seem attached at the hip at all times with the older. Whether it was exploring a new town, or simply passing time with an exchange of conversations in their hotel room only the two of them could keep going.

"Hyung, this one isn't spicy at all -" Is the fore warning from the always endearing younger one, expression consisting of puckered lips to indulge in the new flavor that overcame his taste buds. Confirming that his tongue wouldn't feel betrayed with an unwelcomed burning sensation, a spoonful of the broth comes up to his awaitng mouth to take in the flavor quite happily with a satisfied smack.

"Ahh~ Oh that's delicious." The beginning of a tour was really exciting for so many different reasons. the vast majority of opportunities before them and the start of an abundance of concerts scattered throughout the next few months. The beginning of a tour was the mark of a new era as well - an ongoing page of memories ready to be fitted into their abundantly growing book. Memories with their fans as well as with one another, a team of boys that grew up together through the most exciting of times, to the lowest points of their careers.

While simultaneously feeling new, it felt more familiar the closer and closer the event drew in, their meal finishing only to meet as one in the narrow grey hallways of the backstage area right on cue. Their team worked quicker, the band master giving orders for the delivery of their precious instruments as last minute touch ups were catered to in the presence of working hands fumbling with makeup brushes and appointed combs.

Radiating with nothing but excitement now, the bassist stood with a hunch to already broad shoulders; meeting the height of the deignated makeup artist that reapplied the previous hue of color that adorned his lips prior to his conflicting meal in between takes. A slick smile takes place as playful banter is exchanged just before the four crowded in their own little forming circle to prepare themselves with their much needed starting chant.

"Should we let Dowoon start off the tour?" Is suggested by the leader of the group, Sungjin's hair significantly longer than it had ever been and the brightest of eyes pointed to the younger one who puffed his chest out in retort.

"I agree, I agree!" Brian follows, his chipper toned voice paired with his growing grin to encourage the drummer who wasn't planning to back down anyway. Wonpil on the other hand only watched with a usual laugh, his affable energy never ending as he moves his hand the the center of their formed space only to lead the others to follow after. It was never meant to be done with much energy in the first place, and that alone was always the hardest for Wonpil to hold back on.

Clearing his throat, the deep voiced busan native does as he's told and starts off their usual chant to start off their tour full of dates that would carry the name of day6 throughout the world.

"We're not here to do great, but to have fun, Day6!"

And with a nonchalant movement of their fingers and laughs held back, dozens of feelings overcame them all, the beginning of their tour finally here after 5 long years.

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using the prompts below, write a drabble (or whatever) a day for the next 30 days. find someone willing to hit you if you miss a day. look back at the end and go ‘oh! i’m a writer!’.

beginning. accusation. restless. snowflake. haze. flame. formal. companion. move. silver. prepared. knowledge. denial. wind. order. thanks. look. summer. transformation. tremble. sunset. mad. thousand. outside. winter. diamond. letters. promise. simple. future.

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