#Multo

[xoxzso]

[cherrie-blue-s]

Warm up doodle with jaybird

Inspo:

[yeyokinilig]

HAUNTED BY SOMEONE WHO'S STILL ALIVE

I thought I was healing, but here I am, staring at the ceiling, thinking of you again. Akala ko okay na ako, hindi pa pala.

I haven't seen you in so long. Yet you still find a way to haunt me, no messages, no stories, no pictures, just fragments of you, slipping into my dreams.

You're the quiet knock in the middle of the night, the chill that wraps around my spine, present, yet never truly there.

Your presence lingers, a shadow I can't escape. I'm trying to forget you, but here I am, drowning in thoughts of what we could've been.

The memories - our laughter, your smile, now a lingering pain I carry alone.

[potchi-fics]

note; wanted to write angst becus of my fav band's song which is Multo (means ghost) by Cup of Joe, this one goes out for my filo girlies again

tw; angst. one-sided.

      you’re caitlyn’s, possibly, only friend. you’ve been with her ever since you two were kids; you’ve been with her when other kids called her a snobby, spoiled kid, been with her ever since she trained under grayson.

you two know each other’s secrets, and every lie you tell other people, always has each other’s back. but one thing she doesn’t know is that you are in love with her.

you love her determination, you love her kindness, you love how she chooses to look from all angles, you love her braveness, you love her. she doesn’t seem to notice that you look at her with this softness in your eyes, she doesn’t notice that your eyes hold all the love in the universe, she doesn’t notice you that way.

not like she notices vi.

you’ve been by her side ever since she decided to break vi out of prison—walking, running, fighting all the way from the back of the line. but it’s okay, because you love caitlyn.

you’ve been by her side when you notice caitlyn’s growing affection for vi. 

you’ve been by her side when you notice cailtyn’s nervous but subtle glances for vi.

you’ve been by her side when you notice caitlyn’s feelings for vi.

you’ve witnessed their intimate moment under the pouring rain. 

you were watching them, your heart was breaking into little pieces, your throat was choking up, you could feel the tears begging to be let out. you felt pathetic. you felt pathetic because you were holding an umbrella; ready to shield her from the unrelenting leash of rain.

but you knew you stood no chance when caitlyn would rather be soaked in the pouring rain with vi than be with you under an umbrella. so you did nothing. who were you to stand between them? who were you to steal caitlyn from vi. they were meant for each other.

 all you wanted and could do was stand beside her. 

all you could do was ask the universe if its torture to you wasn’t enough.

all you could do was let her haunt you in your dreams. 

you let your feelings for her ghost your entire being.

[mikqchoux]

Pasindi na ng ilaw Minumulto na 'ko ng damdamin ko

[expectiations]

— the woman they were only with out of guilt and duty, everyone.

y'all seeing this first because tiktok kept on muting it so now I'm annoyed but anyways yes PELEPENS 🦅🇵🇭🦅🇵🇭 also something went wrong with the text but i can't figure it out but i hope y'all enjoy it

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[akosimoon]

Hindi na makalaya…

[yzashifts]

Ghost of you

Chapter 1

I never realized grief could be so audible.

It resonates, doesn't it? Between my breaths. In the quiet when my name has been called and i turn instinctively to talk to him about something—only to remember he's not there.

Jungwon.

Even now, to say his name in my head is like swallowing glass. A year. It's been a year since the world slid out from under your feet. A car accident. A phone call. A funeral I can hardly recall. People whispered around me, gave condolences like flowers i didn't want. What does "sorry for your loss" even mean when when the love of my life disappeared?

He wasn't even the kind of guy i could love. He was love. Sanctuary i ever knew. He'd take me in his arms like i were the most fragile thing on earth, and maybe i were—because when he was away, something in you had died too.

I avoided visiting the places where me and him used to visit. The park. The movie theater where he'd stuff handfuls of snack food into his sweatshirt. And the 5th Street café—the location where he first told me, half-smiling because he was scared and didn't want to appear to be a dweeb, that he was in love with me.

I went nowhere near that location since the day of the funeral.

And today, without cause, my feet carried me there.

Maybe it was the color of the sky—too recognizable. Maybe i were simply fed up with fleeing from his specter.

The doorbell chimes as i come in. Heat, aroma of roasted coffee beans and vanilla treats. Too close to a memory. I maintain my head down, looking at the menu though im not truly here to order.

And then—i see him.

I stand there stock still.

No. No, it can't be

But it is him. Same fluffy hair sweeping into his eyes. Same gentle mouth, shaped in a careless smile. Same Jungwon.

Alive.

Smiling.

With a girl.

She leans forward as she talks, fingers teasing the cuff of his hoodie—his favorite. The one you got him on his birthday. And he's looking at her the way he used to look at me.

As if she's the only one in the world.

My hands tremble so i whirl hastily, making a rushed beeline for a back corner booth as far removed from them as can be. My head ducked, gasping for air, heart thudding to burst out of my chest.

I tell yourself im insane. That it's not him. That it can't be.

But i can't seem to not look.

My eyes land on them once more—and this time, he looks back.

Right at me.

The moment our eyes lock, the world stops. Time, air, thought—gone. His face shifts in a flash, though. Confusion. Shock. Recognition.

And i lose it.

I jump up out of my seat, my heart racing against my chest, and i run.

Out of the café. Into the street. I have no idea where im going. I just need to escape this impossible world. From the agony eating away in my throat. From the hope that perhaps—im not insane.

Then—i sense it.

A hand. Warm. Familiar.

Wrapping around my wrist.

I turn around, gasping.

And there he is.

Jungwon.

Alive.

Staring at me like he's seen a ghost.

"Wait," he says, voice raw, eyes wide. "Don't go."

And my entire world collapses for the second time.

[wooserr]

will you ever leave?

[noxintheabyssblog]

i need to ugly cry. Like, soul-shattering, can't breath type of crying. So if anyone has a Merthur edit set to the 'Multo" trend song, drop the link.

[summonerninja076]

[SPOILER ALERT for DR S2] This edited video was the hardest thing that I have handled. BTW, this is a video that I edited that talks about Nya's point of view towards Jay/Rogue, with Cup of Joe's "Multo"

[lynnthefrenchtoast]

i'm being haunted by my emotions

(by my emotions)

(are you truly not going to leave me?)

(haven't i suffered enough?)

(will i never find peace?)

(will i never find peace?)

[asheyxash]

I CAN BE ME WITH YOU

coming out tomorrow!!! I wanted to post today but I had no time to edit and clean it up so it will be out tomorrow! this is one of my fav fics I’ve written😩

song rec: multo:D

~kwanniverse🍊

[cocomoraine]

guys, kung kayo nagrerelapse lang sa 'multo' by coj kapag napapadaan sa music list nyo, or kung choice nyong patugtugin, ako, REQUIRED MAGRELAPSE SA KANTANG YAN SO I CAN WRITE 'IN PECTORE' hshshs.

[redswordseekingbed]

minumulto si Da Qing

[yzashifts]

Ghost of you

Chapter 4

*flashback*

It was a tense night, the kind that clung to the air and clung to each word, each pant. The bedroom where you had shared warm, comforting nights with Jungwon was now a battlefield. You could feel it at the pit of your stomach���something was not right, and you couldn't shake the sense that tonight would never be the same.

You'd noticed it before—the manner in which he'd been holding you back at arm's length, the manner in which his gaze would wander when he didn't believe you were watching. His touch, once so soothing and gentle, had started to be distant, as if he were present, but not really. It was so subtle at first, but now it was irrefutable.

You had tried to force it down, to pretend everything was okay. But you could only do so much. So, you had talked to him, quietly at first, but now the words were pouring out bitterly, fueled by frustration and fear.

"Jungwon, what's the matter with you?" you bellowed, your voice trembling with the emotions you were fighting so desperately to contain. "You've been off. You've been… distancing yourself. I don't understand. What is it?"

He stood on the opposite side of the room, his arms crossed tightly over his chest, his eyes dark and unyielding. He seemed tired, as if the weight of his thoughts was too much for him to bear. But he did not respond immediately, and that silence stung more than anything. It was like you were being shut out, like he was shutting you out of his life.

"I'm not avoiding you," he finally said, though his voice sounded insincere. It was strained, forced. "I just. need space."

"Space?" you repeated, your voice rising in pitch. "We've always talked about things. We've always worked things out together. What's different now? Why are you pushing me away?"

He brushed his hair, striding about in a temporary bout of pacing, clearly trying to find the words that would bring sense to the storm working through him. You could feel your heart beating against your ribcage, the weight of his silence strangling you. You wanted to understand, wanted to fix it, but whenever you tried to, he seemed to move farther away.

"You wouldn't get it," he finally spat out, his voice little more than a whisper. "There are things I can't tell you, (Y/N). Things I can't explain."

Your eyes had widened, the words hitting you like a slap. "Things you can't tell me? What are you talking about?" Why won't you tell me anything? You're *shutting me out*—again."

The anger began to boil in you, welling up from a place you didn't even realize, and it was all directed at him. The man who had been your everything, your best friend. The man you knew better than anyone.

"I can't just go on like this, Jungwon!" you shouted, stepping forward, your emotions unraveling. "I can't just keep lying and saying everything's fine when it's not. If something's wrong, *tell me*. I need you to tell me the truth! I'm worth that much, aren't I?"

He flinched at your words, his face darkening. For a moment, you wished he would say something, that he would finally end the silence and tell you what was actually going on. But he turned away instead, his jaw clenched tight.

"You don't deserve this," he grumbled, as if to himself. "You don't deserve to be dragged into my mess. I never wanted this for you. I never wanted to hurt you."

His words were a kick in the stomach, leaving you breathless. You couldn't understand it. None of it made any sense. Why was he acting this way? Why was he driving you away after all this time? The betrayal crept up, the aching burden of not knowing why he was suddenly so distant, so unattainable.

Why are you doing this?" you gasped, your voice trembling with the pain you could not conceal. "I love you, Jungwon. Why can't you see that?

For a very, very long time, he would not say anything. His back was now towards you, head bent, shoulders slumped in a way that you had never witnessed before. It was almost as if the entire nature of the man that you were acquainted with had been replaced with an unknown entity who you couldn't relate to.

"I never meant to hurt you," he said again, his voice coarse. "But I have to go. I have to do something. something that I don't even know how to describe. You'll be better off without me."

The words cut like a blade, tearing through everything you thought you knew of him, of your relationship. Your chest cramped, and the lump in your throat made you unable to speak for a few torturous seconds.

"Leave?" you gasped in shock. "You want to leave me? After all this? Just like that?"

For a moment, his eyes went soft, but it wasn't the kind of soft you were familiar with. It was something else, something infinitely more sorrowful. He reached out one hand, took one step forward, but you drew back, the fear and confusion too strong to resist.

Sorry," he said again, his voice barely above a whisper. "I never meant to hurt you. But I have no choice. I. I have to leave.".

No, you gasped, your head shaking, the tears you'd held bottled inside finally flowing out. "I don't care what you have to do, Jungwon. I don't care what's wrong with you. I need you here. With me. We'll work it out. Together. Please don't go away from me. Please, I can't do this without you.".

His hand remained in mid-air, frozen between the two of you, as though he yearned to reach out to you, yet was unable. So much heartbreak was visible in his eyes—heartbreak that was nigh on intolerable. He took a quivering breath before releasing his hand, the severity of the motion almost too terrible to bear.

"I can't stay, (Y/N)," he stated, his voice broken. "Not like this. It's too dangerous. I won't risk your involvement. I'm doing this for your protection."

Your heart shattered at his words. You opened your lips to speak, to protest, to beg him to stay. But before you could find your voice, he spun away from you, his back to you, and moved towards the door.

You couldn't stop him. You couldn't catch up to him.

"Jungwon, no!" you cried, but the words escaped your lips too late. He had already made it to the door.

He halted, hand on handle. He didn't look back, but you could feel the stiffness in his shoulders, the weight of the choice he'd made pressing down on him. The words that had haunted you for weeks now spilled from his lips, too quietly to be clearly heard, but they seared nonetheless.

"I'll never love you less, (Y/N)," he whispered, emotion choking his voice. "But I must go. I must leave."

And then he was gone.

The door swung shut after him with a soft click, and you stood there, alone in the silence that followed. The world outside was somehow frozen, as though time had stopped, holding its breath at the end of his leaving.

You didn't know it then, but that was the last you ever saw of him. That was the evening before everything changed—before he was lost. And the pieces of yourself that he had taken with him, the questions that remained unasked, would haunt you forever.

The memory recedes, and you stand there in the here and now, phone still clutched in your hand, heart thudding as you try to slow your breathing. The seriousness of what he said, the way he left, sticks with you like a shadow.

It's months, actually—that evening, the evening he simply disappeared from your life. And yet here you stand, still seeking answers, still trying to comprehend what happened.

You're wondering whether you ever will.

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