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DAY6 Revival ☾ Favorite Era/Album

Right Through Me

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Right Through Me 🐠

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Surprise! ~ KSM

⤜WORD COUNT: 1.4K

⤜GENRE: fluffy, stressed out Seungmin finally getting a break, poor baby just needs his partner, angst (I guess) with a fluffy ending, cute, THIS is the song used xx

⤜PAIRING:  Seungmin x GN!Reader

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - January 2024

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A/N: So I wrote this as a non!Idol piece as I thought it would be a lot more fun to write, I really hope that’s okay, if not feel free to give me a message and I can work on fixing it for you 

The car came to a halt and your boyfriend let out a small whimper, all morning you had been overly secretive about something. For the first time, in a long time, he'd managed to get a weekend off from work and you'd decided that it was going to be your chance to do something nice for him. Something no one else in the world could have, well, maybe some people but not many.

"Is the blindfold really necessary?" He quipped with a slight laugh behind his voice, you glanced over at him as you parked up and made sure he had no idea where he was.

Ever since he'd woken up that morning you'd been dropping hints about what the two of you were going to be doing today but he seemed oblivious to them all right now. It started with the music you'd had on while he woke up, a little day6 music to start the day off with, but he'd brushed it off as nothing since you worked for the band and loved their music almost as much as he did. Breakfast that morning had been pancakes in the shapes of the Day6 logo but you weren't exactly skilled in pancake making so they mostly ended up looking like a normal pancake with a tail.

"Yes, this is a surprise. Remember?" You let out a small laugh and got out of the car, Seungmin shook his head from inside of the vehicle. Today was going to be special for Seungmin since you knew how stressed out he'd been lately.

Stressed to the point where he'd missed a few dates with you, something you were mad about when it first happened but when you saw how much work was putting on his plate you began to let them slide. It must not have been easy working in the stock market business, he'd come home and pass out in bed but some nights it wasn't even the bed, it was the sofa. 

 Last week had been the final straw for you. It was the tenth time you'd woken up in the morning to find your boyfriend hadn't even been able to make it to the bedroom before passing out on the sofa sleeping there instead of in a warm bed with you and you were finally doing something about it.

"Why can't you just tell me what we're doing?" Your boyfriend quizzed as you helped him out of the car and began walking him in the direction of the arena doors, the guards nodding and winking at you. Everyone knew the plan and seemed to be sticking to it.

The band you worked for had a gig later tonight so right now they were practising inside of the arena, well, they would be and you knew how badly Seungmin had wanted to go to a concert for years now and you were finally going to make it happen.

"You'll see, you have to trust me." You whined, slowly leading him through the hallways and down toward the main stage as he complained the whole time - jokingly of course. Seungmin trusted you to the moon and back, maybe even more but he did, if you said he was going to enjoy it then he knew he was going to.

"Are you ready?" You whispered from behind him, his back tingling as your breath caught in his ear.

All morning he'd been trying to guess what it was that you could possibly be doing for him, he ruled the beach out since the forecast was supposed to rain all day and he knew he wasn't at his parents since you'd driven too long for that. It was a little surprising that you wanted to do anything today, he knew you had work later and assumed you wanted to relax until then but you'd insisted on taking him out.

"More than ever!" He yelled out, buzzing with excitement as you slowly began to remove the blindfold from his eyes, Drums started to play and instantly he recognised the song and Seungmin's eyes flew to you, this was what you'd been planning?!

"What?!" His voice cracked, going up in pitch as you giggled a little, the music playing louder as the boys began to sing to you both. Seungmin's head spun around so fast to face the boys you were afraid it was going to come off his shoulders.

"Your own private concert." You whispered to him, smiling as you watched your boyfriend's face lighting up the whole time he sang along to the song. The whole place was empty besides you and Seungmin, and a few guards were spotted around the floor cleaning up and making sure everything was prepped for later. 

"It's hard, each day is the same. I wanna fling everything away, and just play. Don't stop me, I'm going out." You both sang along, swaying side to side the whole day, YoungK winking at you as he continued to sing.

"This must have taken a lot of persuading," Seungmin told you as he wrapped his arms around you from behind, swaying with you on the spot his entire body relaxing as he let himself feel the music and for the first time in months he felt at peace.

"Nah, YoungK was pretty happy to do it." You explained, leaning your head into your boyfriend's chest as you watched the members. The truth was, it had taken a lot of convincing and you might have had to give up some of your holiday days to sway it with your boss but all of it was worth it as long as it helped Seungmin unwind. Besides, the members had seemed 100% behind you when you'd explained the reasonings behind the mini concert and they were all excited to meet Seungmin since you hardly ever stopped talking about him.

"I know it's not the best way to relax...but I thought you might enjoy it." You were starting to feel a little doubt about whether or not he might have liked this. It was his first day off in a while, what if he'd wanted to stay inside? 

"Yn, this is perfect." He hushed out, your whole body relaxing as you heard him and you smiled, cuddling into his chest as the next song started to play.

"I love you," He whispered, placing a gentle and soft kiss on your jawline, your whole body heating up at the action earning a chuckle from the boys as they continued to sing.

"I can't believe you did that for me," Seungmin was still buzzing after the mini-setlist the members had performed and you giggled a little at him. Everything that had stressed him seemed to be wiped from his brain tonight,

"I'll do anything for you, you know that Sungie." You ran your hand over his cheek and he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

"A surprise like this needs a proper thank you," He told you with a giant grin on his face, you giggled a little excited to see what he had up his sleeve for you.

"Oh? Like what?" You ran your hands over his chest, his eyes on you the whole time as the grin he was plastering across his face slowly turned into a smirk,

"Oh I can't tell you that, it has to be a surprise," He chuckled evilly making you curse him out, gently slapping against his chest in protest.

"Seungmin, you can't." You groaned, shaking your head at him, Seungmin chuckled even more though. He knew how much you hated surprises and he was planning on doing it all week long next week.

"I have a week off next week, I can surprise you all week long."

"A whole week?!" You squealed out, your hands clutching his shirt as he laughed at you, it was cute to see you looking so excited. The week off had been for you, he knew he'd been working so much he was missing important dates and time with you. Something he was going to make up for for the rest of his life. There was no excuse for missing dates.

"I took time off, I've missed too many dates with you and I'm going to make up for it."

"O-Oh, I can't wait." You giggled, as he kissed the top of your head before taking your hand in his and going to meet the members who had told you to go and meet them back stage.

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YOU'VE BEEN ON MY MIND—

— co-parenting with alonso has been smooth sailing, until he starts dropping hints that he wants to be with you again

P9 ★ SEE YOU IN MY FUTURE

amgf probably 2k words? almost 3k? idk but it's hurt/comfort! i did cry, and yes so... i'm emotional because it's ending but also... it's ENDING 😀🫵 DKXJSKDJZJ one more chapter yay!!! shout out to day6, what would this chapter be without your songs... enjoy 👍

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You weren't sure what to expect— despite your severe reaction the past week, you're now mellowed down and calm, you think back on your conversation with Seb a few months ago before his retirement.

You definitely have not moved on, and the mention of the upcoming season definitely felt like a band-aid ripped off a bleeding wound. And all the pain and resentment you felt was now revealed beneath the familial memories you built with Ales and Fernando.

Driving up to his gate, you're instantly filled with the comfort of his private home. The place you spent most of your time outside work, and even more than your own house, with Ales and Fernando. You rub away the headache slowly building in your head, getting out of your car and meeting Fernando who greeted you out of his home.

"Are you feeling better?"

You wince away, as you take a seat on the chair opposite of him. It would be much easier if he resented you the way you did. That you'd rather he treat you unfairly in the last few years, but he's Fernando. He's the father of your son, and the man you tenderly love, even to this day.

Which only hurts more, knowing you can never fully let go of the past, despite both growing since your separation but seeing him with Ales sparked the burning hope in you. Maybe this would be the time for you and Fernando, that this might be the future you've been longing for all along.

"I'm sorry, how I reacted last week... I thought I was okay with it, but I guess I still feel the same way." You rub your arms, looking elsewhere but Fernando's eyes, knowing well he's staring right through you. You were scared and vulnerable, all throughout the years you noticed your apprehension in communicating your feelings for the sake of your relationship. And it wasn't going well for you, or for Fernando, but this time it'd be different.

"And before you say anything, I just want to say that I'm proud of you. I'm glad you still race, and for the upcoming season. I understand if you think it's too selfish of me not to come, but Ales will, I just think I'm not ready for it yet."

You gulp down your nerves, raising your head, staring head on at Alonso who is still smiling. It breaks your heart, seeing him like this— if only he'd get up and say something about how unfair it is to him.

"I understand it. You don't have to worry, I won't force you." Silence.

The room was met with silence, until you hear the sniffles coming from Fernando, leaving you frozen in your seat. As much as you hate being vulnerable in front of him, you never thought he'd cry in front of you first.

You hear his laughter, seconds after as he wipes the tears falling from him eyes.

"Please, don't worry this is not your fault... I guess you could say I'm overwhelmed. I only ever thought about this moment, I kept thinking about when we can have this talk, but you were so focused on Ales. Rightfully so, he's our son and our priority, so even though I wanted to fix what has been broken before, maybe it wasn't the time. And when we talked last night, I kept blaming myself for rushing you, because it was my fault.

And now, you're telling me yourself, I'm happy you're here. I'm happy that you told me yourself, and every day I will prove myself to be better, not just as Ales' father but as someone who is worthy to be with you. I'm sorry if I'm being emotional, I just didn't think I would come close to this again. And with you, if you resent me, I won't blame you. I resent myself every day, after you left me, and this... this is more than enough for me right now."

It wasn't long before the tears began to fall from your eyes, you only ever thought of your pain. Choosing to leave with Ales, away from Fernando— away from the years you've been together. Away from the only man you ever loved.

Your only concern was licking the wounds of what was left from Fernando, what you didn't think was how he felt all those years.

"I'm sorry... How lonely it must've felt for you all those years. Away from Ales— I promise you, this time it will be different. One day, we will be together— I know it, because I don't think I'd have it any other way than you. I love you Fernando! I still do, even after all these years—"

Closing you eyes, your hands instinctively wrap around Fernando's neck wanting him closer, pulling him from more. Hands grabbing his face, feeling the tears fall down your fingers. Wiping them away, you kiss him once more before pulling each other in a tight hug.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to kiss you without—"

"Shhh..." You hush Fernando's worries, resting your head on his shoulder, hands trailing over his back, resting them on top of his thick hair.

"I'm happy we had this conversation as well. Thank you Fernando. Thank you for still seeing me in your future. I had so many worries, and questions— all this time, I was just a coward. A selfish coward you decided for the both of us."

Fernando shakes his head, tutting his lips, "I won't let you day those things to yourself you hear me? You are brave and courageous, understand? And I love you, even though I feel undeserving of your feeling, I will work hard to be the man who deserves it. What happened, I don't blame you. But we'll figure these things out as the time goes by, don't be a stranger?"

With blurry eyes, you remove your head from Fernando's shoulders nodding your head. "I think I need to rest for a bit, can I take a nap here for a bit?"

"You want me to pick up Ales from Lance's while you sleep?"

The mention of your son immediately brought the sparkle in your eyes, which wasn't missed by Fernando who only smiled as he tucked you in his bed. "You can rest for a while, and when you wake up, we will be here. Sleep well Amor."

You feel your eyes getting heavier as Fernando's voice begins to thin out, you feel him leave a small kiss on your forehead causing you to smile before dosing off to your sleep.

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About Now

♡ Bf!Kai x Gn!Reader, Established Relationship, Fluff! ♡

♡ Summary: No matter how far away you two are, you’ll always feel like home to him. <3 ♡ Warnings: None aside from nicknames/long distance! ♡ A/N: This is based off of day6’s song “about now” hehe I love that song to bits and the lyrics are sooo cute😭😭so please listen while reading for the full experience! Enjoy <3

Kai ran his fingers through his hair as he checked his phone again for the millionth time that morning. He was so tired but he would do anything to hear your voice, even if it meant sacrificing his sleep and waking up earlier than he really needed to. It was late where you were on your side of the world but he knew you’d always reply to his texts when you could. He reluctantly brushed his teeth, his soft hair a mess and still in his pajamas. He had to at least do something productive while he waited for you to get off work. By now, you must have erased your make-up

By now, you must have finished preparing

My old shirt that is going to be your pajama

I can imagine you wearing it

Like always, you must be beautiful Kai found himself daydreaming about you once again. Whenever he had time he always found himself thinking of you. What outfit did you wear today? Did you eat? How was work? His thoughts were always y/n must be eating dinner right now, or y/n must be washing the dishes. His favorite thought was just picturing you fresh out of the shower, wearing just his shirt.<3 Kai liked to imagine himself walking behind you and scooping you in for a tight hug. It made his heart race just thinking about it. Ring.. Ring Ring… Ring.. Suddenly he was wide awake now, hearing that familiar ringtone he set just for you. He lets it ring for just a few seconds (he can’t make it obvious he was desperate to hear your voice!) before answering with his usual cheery tone. “Hyuka!~ I just finished doing my skincare routine! Did I wake you up?” Your voice was sweeter than sugar, his ears were blessed. The early morning birds began to chirp but nothing was more calming than hearing you say his name from across the world. “No of course not sweetie, I just decided to get up early today.” His smile grew wider hearing your soft giggles over the line. God, he missed you. The night snack you ordered without me

How does it taste?

Because I'm not there

Did you perhaps dream of naughty things?

I keep worrying about your days without me

Are you also feeling blank like me? As if a screw is loose The morning went on just like that. You talking about your day ending and Kai just starting his. Being on tour was tough for the both of you but you always managed to show your support no matter how far you both were. “What do you mean you ordered egg tarts without me?!” Your boyfriend pouted. “I’m sorry! I promise when you get back we can eat as many as you want together my prince.” Your laugh and voice were refreshing and addicting. How could he ever be mad at you? Just wait a few days

Until we meet again

I prayed for the time to be by our side

Today the clock is ticking slowly

Or is it my heart that is feeling rushed?

I want to see your beautiful face “Y’know, the tour is almost over, I’ll be home soon my love,” Kai mumbled as he rummaged through his luggage for the right outfit to head to his rehearsal. “Mhm, I’m always counting the seconds till I get to see you again..” You whispered back, the intimate atmosphere was so intense both of you could feel it on each side of the phone line. Kai felt himself warm up at the thought of you waiting for him at the airport, running into his warm arms and you two could go home together.  “Let’s go to an arcade when I get back, I want to play games with you.” Kai chirped as he pulled his shirt over his head. Your immediate cheery response was all he needed to motivate him to get through his day. “Alright, I have to go now. Promise you’ll be good for me?” Kai teases as he closes his bag, all things accounted for. “Just for you. I’ll keep my naughty thoughts to myself until you get home~” You teased back and the both of you let out a wholehearted laugh. Everything felt right in the world with you having each other’s backs.  “Have a good sleep. Love you, remember I’m cheering for you y/n.. and don’t forget to dream of me~” Your boyfriend was such a tease. And you loved every single bit of it. Your ray of sunshine. The night snack you ordered without me

How does it taste?

Because I'm not there

Did you perhaps dream of naughty things?

I keep worrying about your days without me

Are you also feeling blank like me?

As if a screw is loose

Time felt like it was going slower than ever when he was doing his schedules or on tour, but at the end of the day, all he needed was his partner waiting for him with arms open wide. Your small apartment always smelled of you. It had all your shared stuffed animals, your soft bed just waiting for him to lay on with you, your kitchen where you both baked together, the TV and couch where you both played games together, and most importantly, your apartment had you.

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How Enhypen Confess To You

(1/7 of this fic sponsored by my love of Day6 lol. Also, this is your daily reminder: don’t give ducks bread 🦆😆)

Jungwon

♡ The two of you had gone for a walk in the park, Jungwon having had a free day and not wanted to waste even the smallest piece of the precious spring beauty.

♡ At least that’s how it began. After a stroll beneath the blossoms, the two of you wended your way down the hilly green trails that led to the pond and tossed grape halves to the ducks that paddled around there. From there, you crossed to an open expanse of hills, the occasional couple and family dotting the wide green. You chatted, then Jungwon was lightly teasing you, and somehow in the shine of sun and mirth he started chasing you along one of the hills.

♡ You ran, giggling, and Jungwon was caught up in the joy of the perfect day. His foot caught as he ran, sending him stumbling forward. Before he could faceplant into the grass, though, you reached out and caught him by the collar of his cardigan, holding him steady and stepping closer to right him.

♡ “You’re my hero, (y/n),” he told you with a grin. “I’m just glad I was here to save you,” you replied with a joyous look of your own, “I think we were having a bit too much fun.” Jungwon paused, biting his lip with a bit of hesitance before he spoke. “I always have too much fun when I’m with you. Being with you, well…it just feels right.”

♡ “That’s exactly how I feel, Jungwon.” His smile widens, revealing the dimples you love, and his eyes drift down to your hand, which is still clutching his collar. Embarrassment flicks across your face, but is quickly eclipsed by mischief as you tug him toward your lips.

Heeseung

♡ He doesn’t think he should confess, frankly, because he’s scared of messing things with you and the guys up, so the rest of Enhypen decides to force his hand because there’s no way you guys don’t both like each other.

♡ They all hype up using one of their days off to go see a movie, all eight of them. Jay says he’s heard good reviews, Riki and Sunoo say they can’t wait to see it, Jungwon thinks it’ll be great bonding time for you eight. Then when Heeseung and you arrive at the theatres early just like the whole group chat planned, none of them are there.

♡ Seeing him as the most trustworthy, Heeseung texts Jungwon to see what's up, apologizing to you as he does so. "I'm so sorry, I'm not sure what's wrong with everybody." Ding.

Yang Jungwon: Oh, we aren't going, we all got...called in for a doctor’s appointment! ㅎ ㅎ Enjoy your date :3

Me: What? Was this all part of your little plan? It isn't a date if we don't both agree and think of it as one.

Yang Jungwon: Then make it one 😼

♡ "I'm sorry," Heeseung sighs, apologizing once more in a calm voice despite his internal monologue being ready to punch all of his dongsaengs, "now it looks like they're dropping the ball. Something about doctor's appointments or something. If you want to call it off, I understand." Your look of concern melted into incredulity. "No one's sick or hurt, are they?" Not until I'm through with them. "No, not really, I don't think." "Then as long as you don't have to leave," you say with a smile, "why would we have to cancel? I for one am really glad to be able to spend more time with you." The earnest way you speak, your pretty smile and the pleased tilt of your lips, it's all too much for Heeseung. You just sound so sincere, maybe, just maybe, this can be a date. If he doesn't try, he'll regret it for the rest of his life.

♡ "I am, too. Glad that I get to spend more time with you, that is. The truth is, (y/n), that I like you." "I like you too!" You reply brightly, leaning closer into his side as his jaw drops. "You do? The others were right then..." He pulls you into his side, chuckling. "Well, in that case, I'll tell you the truth: they bailed because they wanted me to make this a date." "If that was what it took," you joked, linking your arm with Heeseung's, "I'd have cancelled one of our plans long ago."

Jay

♡ Jay's torn. What's the best way to show someone you really care? A grand gesture, showing them you'd go out of your way for them and spoiling them with the appreciation they deserve. What's the safest way to make your feelings known without the pain of a long, hard, detailed rejection? Just slipping their object a little line that might go over their head.

♡ He practically practices the line more than the outing, convinced having the perfect one is more make-or-break than your destination, which you two would enjoy almost no matter what. He could ask 'wanna kiss?', then have a couple Hershey's in his bag as backup if you were grossed out. But that was a bit too forward maybe? It needed to be something between a compliment and a cheap pickup phrase.

♡ You arrive at the art gallery, the place where Jay had reserved entry tickets and invited you to stroll through with him. He has to smile at the sight of you dressed in a black outfit that was perfectly your style... and accidentally complimentary to his own dark-hued look. "Hey, we match!" You beat him to the punch as you greeted him with a hug, smiling wider at the fond look he gave you as you pulled away. At the thought of you two resembling a couple, Jay’s fondness intensifies. “We sure do.”

♡ You’re strolling past a section of Victorian art, landscapes and beautiful portraits alike. Every now and again, you tug on Jay’s sleeve, pointing him towards one that really speaks to you with sparkling eyes that have him subconsciously leaning into you that much more, far more taken by that than anything a paintbrush can create. His jacket brushes your cheek at one point, a flush of admiration creeping to his face at the adorable way you crinkle your nose.

♡ “You know where the prettiest work of art here is?” Jay suddenly asks you after a few minutes of taking in a gorgeous floral still-life. “Where?” You ask, head suddenly snapping up like you could beat him to finding it. Shaking his own head, Jay motions to you. “Right here.” If you laugh it off, he’ll back off, he thinks. But instead you turn your head away shyly. “I didn’t know you thought that,” you replied quietly. “I do,” Jay insists, craning his neck to look more directly at you. “And here I thought you were more handsome than any statue we saw today,” you added more boldly, and Jay was practically ready to faint. He settled for yanking you into a kiss before you could see his blush, though.

Jake

♡ You’re the most amazing person Jake has ever met, so you deserve to be told that, shown that & then some. What to do, though, that would capture it?

♡ Learn a song to serenade you with, that’s what!!! What captures how Jake is feeling, and how he wants you to know that even if it’s hard, you can say no? Day6’s 좋아합니다 (I Like You) is what he settles on, the words shaking him to his core when he listens to it, realizing it’s exactly what he wants to say to you. It feels like they wrote it for that moment. He wants to love you, but he doesn’t want to lose you, either.

♡ He practices every day that he can, learning a rendition on his guitar to back up the lyrics, which he pours his heart into every time. Finally, he tells you he wants to show you something, pulling you aside and readying his guitar as he gives you the most emotion-filled performance yet. Your hands are reaching for your quickly beating heart by the time Jake is finished, your voice faltering as it gushes praises for his beautiful performance.

♡ "H- have you ever felt like that, (y/n)?" Jake suddenly asks, head tilting as he looks away, running a hand through the hair falling at the back of his neck. "Yes," you reply quietly with a nod. Even as his gaze drops, your eyes follow his, much steadier than your words. "Well, me too. You're one of the best friends I've had, so I don't want you to feel uncomfortable, but I just had to tell you somehow how amazing you are. You're just a great person and you make me happy. Would you ever consider being more than friends?"

♡ "Yes," you repeated, this time a bit louder, "I thought my heart was going to explode because you were singing exactly how I feel about you! Yes, yes, I would!" Jake leapt off the stool he'd sat on to play you his song, running to stand by you and take the hand that was pressed over your heart in his with a few lighthearted taps. "No exploding! No exploding!" You giggled at his sweet voice and cute expression, feeling warmth rise to your cheeks. "How can it not when you do that?"

Sunghoon

♡ Bro it is a total accident 💀 leave it to Sunghoon’s luck…but also apparently do actually because it gets him to confess to you 👀

♡ It all started on Enhypen’s and your game night. Heeseung was all geared up to destroy Jungwon, Sunoo, and Riki at Mario Kart while the rest of you had somehow gotten entangled in a game of Monopoly, and we all know how that goes!

♡ “I’m the ultimate businessman,” Jay remarked, “so I’m going to win this!” “You never know,” Sunoo contested, “with my luck I might beat you!” “So you guys are just ignoring me?” Jake teased, turning away in mock offense. “That’s cool. That’s fine. You’ll all see. What about you, Sunghoon? Are you going to win or are you going to let (y/n) win?” Jake asked, turning Sunghoon’s way with a nod of the head towards you. After a brief, barely perceptible dagger-glare Jake’s way, Sunghoon responded, managing to cover his pounding heart with a “Well, we’ll just have to see, huh?”

♡ When you start playing, though, for all of Sunoo and the J-boys’ talk, you’re the one accruing wealth at the fastest rate, having gotten multiple chances at expensive properties that really stabbed everyone for toll. Jay, wanting to take you down, told Sunghoon the moment he had a chance to buy one off of you. “Ruin (y/n)’s chances of winning,” he urged. “Are you really going to destroy my empire now?” You mock-pouted, and to your faint surprise Sunghoon relented immediately, determined stare softening back up. “No, I like you too much to do that.”

♡ The game piece you were holding (the dog, of course, for Sunghoon made sure to sneak it by you so you had your favorite) tumbled out of your hand. “You like me too?” Sunghoon froze, eyes darting between the fallen pewter scotty and your slowly fading smile. Your own gaze started to fall from him…wait, you thought- “I do! I really do!” He blurted out in a panic before you thought he misunderstood. When your smile came back, he reached down, picked up your game piece, and pressed it into your hand. Taking the piece slowly, your hands brushing with his, you looked at him with triumphant joy. He finished his turn immediately, letting his hand creep over to yours when you righted your piece again, attention far from Monopoly. “Jake was right. I’m so letting you win.”

Sunoo

♡ No matter when he does it, where Sunoo confesses how he feels about you, he knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that it’s a moment that’ll be captured forever in his memory.

♡ That thought gets his mental gears turning just as they turn trying to confirm he has a chance with you, working until they hatch a plan that makes him happy enough to burst into a smile just walking down the hall at work.

♡ “Hey, we’ve never done this before- let’s try it!” Looking up, you follow Sunoo’s pointing hand across the lane to lock your gaze on a photo booth. It was your first time hanging out since the idea had come to him, so he chose your venue wisely. Luckily you agreed immediately, eagerly pulling him into the booth and pulling out money to deposit into the machine.

♡ For the first shot, you did bunny ears on top of Sunoo’s head with your index and middle fingers while he did a flower pose, smile full as he laughed at your teasing pose and admired your smile. In the second, you made normal smiles as you each put a hand out, forming a heart shape. The timer started counting down, so you turned to Sunoo to ask what you should do next, only to be met with a dreamy look in his lovely amber eyes. “I like you,” he said. Your hands flew up by your face, barely able to obscure the massive smile that spread across it. Click. The camera went off right as you reacted, but you barely regarded it.

♡ The last shot on the strip, neither of you were really looking at the camera, you least off all as you were turned, eyes fluttering shut, lips pressed to Sunoo’s cheek. Just as the thought had echoed across his mind, he truly captured the moment forever and ever, each of you carrying a copy that you could hold and reminisce on for the rest of your lives.

Ni-Ki

♡ He wants everything to be perfect, so by golly it will be 😤

♡ Step One? He’s inviting you to your favorite place, be it a cute café or a full-on restaurant, you will be meeting him there. Step Two is procuring the flowers he will be presenting you with as you walk in.

♡ Which you eventually do, literally taking Riki’s breath away with how you make even the simplest of outfits look amazing and the way your smile holds a perfect day’s rising sun.

♡ Your mouth falls open at the flowers, blossoms delicately bursting from their paper confines as they fave you. “Riki, this is amazing, but what’s this all for?” You truly look confused and he almost wants to laugh. He does chuckle, in fact. “What? Is it obvious?” You ask him. You guys are young. It’s not like you’re getting flowers left and right. “It is to me. I really like you, (y/n). So we’re going to have the best day ever!” He smiles widely as his eyes fix you in a way they’ve never done before. It falters slightly the longer you stare, returning only when you mirror it.

♡ “I already have!” You exclaim, gently moving the flowers aside to pull Riki into a hug. You feel a breath of startlement escape him before he tightly hugs back, practically crushing the life out of you in response and swinging you back and forth a bit. As you pulled away, looking into those beautiful brown eyes, you giggled. “I didn’t expect you to be so traditional!” “I wanted to get the point across!” He shot back with a playful shove. “It only took me a second because I felt like I was dreaming,” you replied.

[shimamitsu]

hey… what are some songs u think would fit shimamitsu

hi hi i know you sent me this ask a few days ago but i took this question very seriously and thought too hard about it. today i finally come here with answers!

of course. i know hispanic shimamitsu enjoyers can back me up here. the song's about someone who struggles to understand their feelings and how frustrating it is for them to want to get close to the person they like but not being able to be vulnerable/open up. but something about this person helps them realize that they "are not better off alone" and they wonder if this person has "the gift to cure their pain" (which is the name of the song, don = gift). sounds familiar...?

break up song bc we always need one when it comes to shimamitsu. this one's about two people that decide to break up as a sort of preventive measure. they already know the end of their relationship is near so instead of hurting each other and growing apart over time, they decide to end things early. i love this song bc when you read the lyrics you notice it's worded like a tentative question ("wouldn't you rather...?") and there's a lot of conditionals as well ("if we're going to continue like this", "if that's us") which might mean that these two people aren't completely sure about their decision, and makes you wonder if the end they talk about really is that close. the lyrics remind me a lot of mitsumi specifically, her worries about the future and thoughts like "i can't do this bc i know i'll just keep worrying about it"

man. just read the lyrics. i've mentioned a few times the shimamitsu light/darkness thingy right (how we have multiple scenes where shima and mitsumi are looking at each other and mitsumi's bathed in light while shima's covered in shadows) (plus the "you're so dazzling and so far away" scene we all know and love). well. what could be more shimamitsu than a song where the speaker is the moon and it sings about how much closer it wants to be to the shining sun. nothing else to add

^ which translates to 'hesitate'. this one's very chapter 41 mitsumi imo. the lyrics make me think of the thoughts she was having before confessing, the whole 'i don't want you to know but if i don't let you know things will just stay the same" kinda thing

trying not to tear up while i type this bc this song is sooo them. the basis of mitsumi and shima's relationship has always been their mutual trust and support, even before there were any romantic feelings involved. this song talks about how much it hurts to know someone you love is sad or going through a hard time and being unable to do anything about it. just read these lines: "whenever i see you hurting silently/i want to make you smile again", "even for a little bit, i want to be a help for you/i hope that i could be a resting place for you" , "i'm sorry that there's not much i can do for you/other than staying by your side" like COME ONNN this is THEM

and to wrap things up! hug has a similar vibe to when you love someone and we were talking about svt so ofc i had to add it ^^

[bluehwale]

not what i wanted, but what we need | c.s.

summary. are breakups usually this hard? you don't know the answer to that – choi san is your first love and your first ever heartbreak.

pairing. idol! san x trainee! reader

word count. 1k ish

genre. don't be fooled by the header because this is ANGST (my fave genre <3 don't ask <3), established relationship! breakup! that's it. just angst. san cried. you cried. yeah.,, i wrote this while listening to day6's so let's love so it'd probably heighten your reading experience if you listen to it as well

note. this is my first ever writing since i was 13 so pls ! lower ! your ! expectations ! i wrote this in one sitting and it's like three am so forgive me if you notice any grammatical errors,,,, ily, hope u enjoy!! (psssst btw,, my asks are open for just about anything rlly)

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"Don't say that."

"_____, listen to me," San pleads, desperately clinging onto his hold on your wrists that you're struggling to escape from, frantically shaking your head over what he just said. "Please. Listen to me."

If his previous statement didn't already painfully clutch at your chest, the sight in front of you definitely would. It's a rare occurence to see the boy cry – not because he lacks the emotional bandwidth to do so, but because he strives to always be the source of joy for others around him. Seeing him strain himself to not let the gathered tears on his waterline fall forces the lump in your throat to grow in size, lodging a sick feeling in your chest that worsens the shortness of your breath. Still, you won't, can't, let him go without putting up a fight. "I won't hear you. You don't mean that."

You don't even notice the tears that slipped out your eyes until San shifts to place his thumbs on each side of your cheek to wipe them away. The corner of his lips curl into a shaky smile as his pupils trace over every detail of your face, as if this would be the last time he gets to see you.

"We both know this day would come," he softly starts, gently brushing his thumb back and forth in hopes of comforting you. Much to your distaste, your body instinctively reacts as it always does to his touch; calming down your rapid breaths to a slower pace. "We're not supposed to last and you know that."

There's a crack to his voice as he said it, as if he himself understood perfectly the implication of his words but refuses to let the fact that it's happening right now sink in. His head tilts to the side as he brings his hand to caress the underside of your face and pull you closer to him. His smile morphs into a crushed expression at a closer look of your face, the realization that he'll probably never get used to the absence of you and your warmth causing a tick to his jaw.

"But I love you," you say, hoping the three words reign enough as a reason to make him stay. You edge closer to him, feeling your hands inch to wrap underneath his arm and rest your head against his chest, memorizing the thrum of his heartbeat.

"I love you," you repeat.

"So do I. So do I, angel. I love you so much, you have no idea." San cradles the back of your head to his chest, placing his chin atop your head, letting your bodies bask in each other's embrace.

"But we know we'll get tired of this. The hiding, the distance, the waiting," he continues. "We could barely keep up with video calls and texts while I'm away, and with your upcoming debut, we'll barely have any time for that."

As much as you hate to admit it, he's right. Ever since his debut a couple months ago, you barely see each other due to his busy schedule and him flying overseas. You can see through the exhaustion he tries to hide in video calls when he forces himself to stay awake just to see you. You're so unimaginably happy for him to finally achieve his dream of debuting, but a selfish part of you hates it for taking him away from you.

But you get it. You understand. You have the same dream as his after all.

You peer up at him, your teary eyes unblinking while you drink in his soft eyes and prominent dimples as he flashes you a small smile. The silence tells him that you agree to what he said, as much as it pains you.

"So this is it then?" you whisper, grasping the back of his shirt tightly, in fear of eventually having to let it go. To let him go.

"We'll still be there for each other," San rasps, a choked out sound that barely escapes his throat. He's trying his hardest to hold back his tears and puts up a show of maintaining the smile on his face that you know is for your sake. To show you that everything is going to be alright. That, maybe, just as this relationship isn't meant to last, then this break wouldn't last either. "I'll always be there for you. Whenever you need me. I'm here."

This is goodbye.

You feel yourself losing your composure again at his words, your features strained and breathing ragged. A choked laugh erupts from you as you sniffle, using the underside of your wrist to wipe away at your eyes and backing away from his hold. "San, you're making me cry harder."

San internally frowns at the removal of your body from being molded against his, but lets out a chortle at your remark for the sake of maintaining a semblance of normalcy. "Sorry for that."

You look at the man in front of you, the only man you've ever known to love. You don't think you'll ever stop loving him.

"I'll always love you," San wins the unspoken race of saying it first, provoking you to playfully roll your still teary eyes at him which he smiles at. "I'll bring you everywhere with me, right here." he grasps at the left side of his chest – at his heart. "You'll always have a place in me."

"You're everything to me," he breathes.

"You are to me too," you mutter softly. You then jokingly bring your fist to punch at his upper arm, eliciting a dramatized groan from him. "Don't forget about me now that you're famous."

Translation: I'll always love you too.

His curled eyes remain hollow even though he showcases a wide grin at your teasing and its underlying meaning, his dimples carving deeper into his skin. He's back to adopting the cheery persona he's used to, although he knows he'll never be the same. "Shut up, you know I'll always be your number one fan."

Translation: I'll wait for you. For us to happen again. Someday.

[sanctuary1988]

~ The Heart Of The Poet |10| Gwi

French: /the petals of love/

Pairing: Gwi x fem! noble! Reader

Summary: A heartless vampire falls in love for the first time in centuries of loneliness. Passion, secrets, betrayal and love drown the royal palace. Will your love for Gwi prevail through time or will it wither away like a fallen rose petal? Maybe love was his punishment, maybe love was your salvation. Or wasn't it a curse to you both? Because, who can beat a race against time? Who can love in the dark? Who can love without truth? After all, even the most beautiful flower will wither away and end in ashes of time, remembered only by the one who cherished her the most.

Warnings: strangers to lovers?, angst, feelings of [loss, grief, mourning], mentions of character dead, attending a funeral, TENSION, subtle signs of depression, the Chief Counselor is an ass (we all hate him tbh), melancholy, crying, more angst, sad poetry, feelings of yearning and hidden compassion, historical! AU, royal! AU?, cannon copilant (let me know if I missed anything!)

Word Count: 3.4k words

A/N: Happy Birthday to our dear Soo Hyuk! ❤️ I wanted to post this right on his birthday and it's finished! Darlings, we are already at an important point of the story and we'll start seeing some more development on Gwi and Flower's relationship! 🙈

Tagging @my-day6 and @yumisventingmachine who likes my poems for this story. Thank you darlings for your lovely comments that have made me write like a freak, lmao. And to everyone who's silently reading, I hope you will enjoy this chapter as well.

Please let me know your thoughts in the comments! I'd love to hear from you, loves. Enjoy! 🫶🫶🫶

*A/N: There's a poem I wrote for this story that you'll find in this chapter, I do not allow for it to be used in any other media or to be reposted/translated.

Rain was falling from the skies, as if they were grieving alongside you. You could hear the soft patter of rain against the ground above as you sat in your room, your eyes that had once been filled with warmth and love were now empty, void of any emotions whatsoever. Not even sadness lingered in your (e/c) gaze. 

You stared at the letter Gwi had given you. He said your mother had written it yet you couldn't bring yourself to open it. Reading it would mean closure to her death. That you accepted the fact that she was gone from this world. But you couldn’t wrap your head around that idea. It made your heart clench and tears to sting your eyes with the pearls of sadness that rolled down your cheeks in silent mourning. 

A sudden presence made you blink as you looked up only to find Gwi walking towards you with slow steps that matched your heartbeat. Your eyes locked with his and he missed the warmth that once lived in those eyes he loved to look at. He now saw a shell of the woman that had lived with him in his palace for the last months. He could no longer see you as the light in his dark life for you were now drowning in the shadows of grief as well. 

“It’s time, petal.”

He said. His voice sounded deeper than usual, or maybe you had been in silence for too long. Without a word, you stood up. Your black hanbok trailed behind you as you walked with monotonous steps towards him. But you didn’t stop by his side, you walked past him and down the hallway that led to your bedroom. 

Gwi closed his eyes as he got a taste of your scent that lingered in the air for a second too long before he walked behind you. Slowing down his own pace so as to not rush you. To not disturb the little peace you were having in that moment. 

It had been three days since the news of your mother’s death reached you. Three days since the vampire lord has seen you in mourning. Three days that felt so empty to your once rich soul. 

He had not seen you cry after that fateful day. You withdrew yourself, living in the confinements of your room, drowning in your own sadness. He followed you in silence, his own robes trailing behind him as he walked slower than his usual pace. Your hair cascaded down your back, not even a hairpin decorated your beautiful locks. You walked in silence, like a ghost of dried tears. 

You stepped out of the underground palace and walked up the stairs that led to such sanctuary. He walked next to you, holding an umbrella over your figure. The rain mirrored your sadness as it patterned over the stone floors of the royal palace. You were going to your mother’s funeral. The last farewell to a noble lady that was married to a powerful court member. Your father was going to be there but you didn’t seem to grasp that thought as tightly as Gwi thought you would. 

He guided you through your darkness. A lighthouse in the thunderstorm. The moon in a dense night. A flame in the sea of tears you were drowning in. He walked with you, by you and told you where to go. He held you, protected you and cared for your safety. Yet you couldn’t find it in yourself to speak of your gratitude towards him. Not now, at least. For your soul was lost in a myriad of memories long lost, stolen by fate and crumbled by death. 

The room was filled with people you didn’t know. The rain could still be heard outside. You walked, the court members and their wives parted as you walked with your head held high and your spirit shattered. Your eyes held no emotion but your hands shook with the depths of your grief. At the very end of the room, your mother’s casket rested while flowers surrounded her final resting place. 

You came face to face with your father, your eyes met his but despite the inner turmoil in your heart, you couldn’t bear to see him with his nearly bored expression. 

“You shouldn’t be here, (y/n).”

He spoke, words being hissed out at you almost afraid of others hearing him. Gwi’s grip tightened around the umbrella, the tension in the air palpable. His words lingered in the air like a toxic fog, poisonous to your wounded heart. Your father’s indifference was a stark contrast to the sorrow that enveloped you. But you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of your tears, he didn’t deserve them. 

So your eyes narrowed ever so subtly, straightening up your back as you looked at the imposing figure of your father while his own gaze despised your presence.

“I have every right to be here, just like you. She was my mother.”

Silence stretched between you both. A flicker of something- frustration, discomfort- crossed his features. But it was gone as fast as it came and he stepped aside, allowing you to pass wordlessly.

Gwi followed you, admiring your strength in this moment of vulnerability. He could feel your father’s gaze on him. Criticising his presence, judging his sudden compassion. But he didn’t care. He’d deal with him later. But now, all that matters is you. All that he cared about was for you to find some sort of closure. Even when he was to blame for your immense heartache

As you approached the casket and the ceremonial table, you knelt down. The scent of the flower was almost overwhelming. Your fingers brushed one of the white lilies as tears clouded your vision but you fought to keep them at bay. You paid your mother the respect she deserved, bowing down at her time and time again. 

The vampire lord stood at a respectful distance away, his eyes never leaving you. His hands itched to reach out, to hold you, to tell you it was okay to grieve and cry. But there were so many people in the room, there were so many things that were crossing your mind in that moment and he knew this was a journey you had to take on your own terms. So he simply watched over you, like a silent guardian. Ready to catch you if you were to fall. 

The ceremony continued but your mind was elsewhere. He allowed you to visit your mother for the last time, as if that would repent him for keeping you away from her. He accompanied you, knowing that in your silence you craved for someone to rely on. You knelt next to the casket, feeling a lump grow in your throat with every passing second. Your hands fisted the fabric of your black dress as you did your best to contain your emotions that threatened to spill over without mercy. 

Gwi stood by your side, his eyes void of any emotion as he looked around the room filled with hypocrites that wished to get into the Chief Counselor’s good side. He watched over you like a feral wolf protecting his one and only rose. You suddenly stood up and the movement made him look down at you. 

“Take me away from here. I can’t bear it any longer.”

Your eyes were filled with tears, pleading up to him to take you out of this sea of sadness you were drowning in. If only he could take your pain away, he would. Gwi didn’t say anything, he simply grabbed your hand before he was taking you out of the room. Completely ignoring the whispers and gossip from the people, he didn’t even bother in telling them to shut up. His mind was clouded with the sole need to take you away from such a place of pain and heartbreak. 

The rain hadn’t stopped, the journey back to the underground palace was shrouded in silence, the only sound being the soft patter of rain against the paper umbrella Gwi held above your head, keeping you both dry from the harsh drops that fell from the sky yet you barely noticed the path beneath your feet, your mind was consumed by a thick fog of grief. 

You were in your room staring at the magnificent cherry tree. The letter your mother wrote to you rested on your desk as if it were mocking you. You tried to swallow the lump in your throat, blink the tears back and bury your emotions just like Gwi did but your heart was softer and the pain was cruller. 

“You need to eat, flower.”

He spoke, his voice deep and reaching you in waves that only made you sigh to yourself. You didn’t answer him, you didn’t even move and an eerie silence filled the bedroom. That was until you spoke words laced with a poison you weren’t aware of. 

“Why did you keep me here?”

Whispers of your pain. That was what you spoke. Whispers of a broken heart. You looked up at Gwi with tears threatening to roll down your cheek and the sole sight of your pain, so raw and palpable, pulled at his heartstrings. 

“Do you blame me?”

A tear rolled down your cheek as you stared at him. Waiting for an answer to the question he had voiced out. Feeling a tightness grip your heart with harsh claws that make you want to scream out your pain. Never had you experienced such an amount of pain in your life. And the worst part was that there was no cure for your suffering. You had lost someone you loved and there’s no medicine for a broken heart. 

“If you hadn’t stopped me from seeing her, I would have been able to spend some time with her.”

Gwi understood your words were said from the deep hollow of your wounded heart. Yet that didn’t mean your words did not hurt him as well. 

“You don’t know that, petal.”

You only closed your eyes, your hands balled the fabric of your dress as you fought with all your might the tears that wanted to spill. The pain that wanted to break you and the soul that wanted to escape this harsh reality. 

“My Lord… please. I-I need to be alone…. Please…”

His heart clenched at the sound of your broken plea. So vulnerable. So fragile. He didn’t say anything. He couldn’t. What was there to say anyway? Gwi left. Just like before he left you alone in your darkness but this time, it had been a product of your own desire. 

You sobbed the moment you were alone. Curling yourself in your bed as your bitter tears soaked the soft fabric beneath you. You bit your lip, trying to contain your wails and sobs but even as Gwi paced in the throne room he was able to hear your heart-wrenching whimpers. 

After some time, your sounds of pain faded into the shadows of the underground palace and the vampire lord found himself walking back to your room. His steps filled with a desperate need to be with you, even when your desire was to be alone. Even when you closed in and on yourself, he had to see you. 

He knew he was going against your wishes but for a moment, a fleeting fragment of time, he could no longer ignore the screams of his frozen heart. Gwi entered your room and noticed you had fallen asleep. His steps were silent as he approached you. Your fresh tear-stained cheeks, a testament of the depth of your pain, made him want to take your sadness away.

He knelt by your side, watching over you in the quiet of the room while his thoughts were nothing but a tumult of regret and helplessness. The vampire lord had lived through centuries of human suffering yet it was your pain that cut him differently, like anything he had ever witnessed before. 

Gwi’s eyes softened with an emotion he rarely allowed himself to feel- vulnerability. For his hand extended as if to wipe your liquid grief only for it to retract at the last second. He fisted it by his side before leaving your room, his heart in turmoil at the sight of your pain. At the beauty of your heartbreak that tore at his very own soul, a soul that was clearly not dead as he once claimed it to be. 

Days passed in a blur of darkness and silence. You barely ate, barely slept as the hours blended between dreams and reality combined into an endless night. One afternoon, Gwi entered your room to get you to eat something. You were growing weaker with each day you spent drowning in your grief and he couldn’t bear to see you like this. You were his precious petal but his sweet flower was withering away. 

The vampire lord grew surprised when he did not see you laying on your bed, instead you were reading a book as you sat under the cherry blossom tree, your back resting on the tree trunk as you turned a page and your eyes danced over the written words that took you out of your cruel reality. 

“What are you reading, sweet flower?”

You looked up only to find him already walking towards you. Once he stood next to you, you answered with tired eyes and a voice slightly hoarse with disuse. 

“Just a book of poetry.”

Was your answer. You grew surprised when Gwi sat down next to you, the petals from the tree fell slowly around you and you got lost in him as he looked down at you until his gaze landed on the book on your lap. His eyes narrowed slightly as he recognised the worn leather cover and the handwriting on the pages was strangely familiar. He gently took the book from your hands, you didn’t protest and watched him as he examined the book. 

“I told you not to read sad stories.”

He spoke after a minute or two, his tone laced with gentleness yet there was a hint of reprimand in his voice. 

“They are oddly comforting.” 

Your words carried no other emotion other than a deep melancholy. Your eyes got lost in the distance as your murmured words left your lips. Gwi sighed, closing the book before he spoke once more. 

“These poems were written during a really difficult time for the author. They are sad, petal. I don’t want you to be sad because of this book.”

You sighed, looking up at Gwi as he gazed at the closed book in his hands with storms swirling in his dark eyes that from time to time, you could swear held a tint of crimson within them. 

“How do you know? Have you read it, My Lord?”

He looked at you now, his eyes fixing on your lips for a split second before they returned to gaze at your dulled-out (e/c) eyes. 

“I wrote it, flower of mine.”

You grew surprised at his sudden confession. You didn’t think he could be the author of such dark poems that held so much longing for something you couldn’t understand. 

“They are beautiful.”

You weren’t sure what you saw flashing in his eyes after you spoke your true heart to him. Those poems, that book had made you feel understood in your grief, the words described your sorrow and for once you felt seen while being in darkness. He could sense the genuineness in your words and his eyes softened as he glanced at you. 

“Not all of them were sad, though. The last one was my favourite.”

He tilted his head to the side, a soft gesture that made butterflies swarm in your stomach. With a gentle touch, he brushed a strand of hair out of your face and you found yourself trapped in his gaze almost as if he had hypnotised you. Perhaps he had for you couldn’t look away from his mysterious eyes that held so many depths and secrets you were curious to find out. 

You wrapped your arms around your knees as they were pressed against your chest, you rested your cheek on top of them, never breaking eye contact with the vampire lord who sat next to you. 

“Can you read it for me, My Lord?”

How could he deny you? Your request was whispered to the air, only for him to hear. You didn’t know but his heart swelled with something he couldn’t name at the intensity of your eyes as you looked at him as if he held your whole world. His eyes held such tenderness you could have melted right then and there. There was an air of melancholy and silent understanding between you both. Gwi picked up the book once more, his large hand going through the pages of his own pain and sorrow that were written down from centuries ago. 

With a gentle breath, he began to read, his voice a low, soothing murmur that enveloped you like a warm embrace. 

The face of sorrow is mine to bear. 

A life I lost, a dead fate. 

But a gift fell from the heavens. 

A hope born from the embers. 

A life, like a flower. 

A tear, like rain. 

History of power, 

Mistress of pain. 

To cherish life is to welcome death. 

Sing the song of a thousand angels. 

Let my sins live with every breath. 

And let my darkness guide my trembling steps. 

For every tear a rose is born, 

With roots of blood I cannot control. 

A dance of love

and a story that was never told.

You smiled as he finished reading. He closed the book and set it aside as he looked at you with curious eyes. A moment of silence passed between you both that neither wished to break as the words hung in the air, a live testament of life’s old fate. 

“You have such a beautiful talent with words, My Lord.”

He let out a breath, almost scoffing at your words in a playful way as he leaned back on the trunk of the tree before his hand twirled a strand of your hair between his fingers. 

“You weren’t meant to read those poems, petal, but I’m glad you liked them.”

You hummed to yourself. Feeling a peace settle in your mind and body as you relaxed in his presence. Your eyes closed and you sighed to yourself as the soft aroma of the petals around you filled your senses and calmed your racing thoughts. 

“Maybe you should write more often. They are truly beautiful.”

“We’ll see, flower, we’ll see.”

Your mind began to get foggy as the exhaustion of your grief caught up to you as you began to slip into the land of dreams. Gwi adjusted you in his hold, making sure you were comfortable as he stared into the vastness of the bedroom. You leaned against his side, your head resting on his shoulder as you slept after days of constant mourning and tiredness of the mind. 

The vampire lord couldn’t help but look down at you. Taking in your beauty, your trust in him and the magnificent truth of your innocent soul when it came to the heart of the poet. His eyes were soft and tender as he looked at you, your expression serene in slumber compared to the turmoil you had been through in the last days. His fingers caressed your cheek ever so delicately, his touch like a whisper on a winter night as it ghosted your skin. 

The soft glow of the candlelight casted gentle shadows across the room, illuminating the fragile features of your face that held a beauty like no other. Gwi could feel the steady rhythm of your breath against his side, a soothing cadence that lulled his own restless mind. 

He knew your sorrow wouldn’t go away with a simple poem but his protectiveness over you grew with each passing second. You were more to him than a servant, than a lady that was willingly spending her life by his side. You were his flower. His precious petal. A beautiful flower in a garden of dead roses. 

You are my soul, in faith, my prayer,

You are my kingdom, and my world;

You are my peace, my bosom's love,

You are my spring, my joy, my song.

May/31/2024

A/N: Thoughts? O.O

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~ Masterpost

*The last four sentences are not mine, darlings. They are part of a poem from centuries old written during the Ottoman Dynasty from Sultan Suleyman to his wife, Hürrem Sultan. I do not own it, I simply loved it and wanted to include it here!

[etherealyoungk]

love me or leave me - hoshi

pairing: hoshi x gn!reader

themes: angst, heartbreak

wordcount: 1006

a/n: inspired by the song love me or leave me by day6

©️ etherealyoungk // please don't copy, or translate my works in any shape, form or manner without my permission

everything escalated when you asked hoshi a simple "are you okay". but that seemed to have caused an even bigger rift between you both, finally pushing you both to the corner of a cliff, where your relationship precariously balanced.

“you’re worried about me?”, he asked unbelievably, his expression shifting from hope to confusion in a matter of seconds. you nod and he lets out a small laugh, followed by a sigh as he runs a hand through his hair, his eyes uncomfortable.

“you’ve been acting weird so i just wanted to – “, you don’t get to finish your sentence as he’s shaking his head in disbelief. “you’re worried about me?”, he asks skeptically.  “what are you doing?”, he asks, taking an exhausted step towards you.

“you stop taking my calls, stop answering my texts, don’t want to spend time with me and now you’re asking if i’m okay? you just stop caring one day but suddenly now you’re worried about me?’, he mocks, pain evident in his voice. “what kind of question is that? how the hell am i supposed to be okay? are you even listening to yourself?”, he says bewildered, hurt and offended.

“i was just-“, you start but stop. you've suddenly forgotten how to speak because every word he’s uttered is right and you don’t know what to do.

“you’re right, it was a stupid question”, you say, backing up away from him, eager to get out of this confrontation and situation. but he moves forward so quickly, wrapping his arm around my waist, desperately pulling you closer to him, not letting you go. you bite you lip as stare at him in the dim light of the room. his eyes are shut tight, pain etched on his face.

“what do i do? please tell me what i’m supposed to do. i’m trying so hard but it’s so difficult and i miss –", his voice catches, falls, and breaks. “i miss you”, he says, his voice barely audible. your heart is hammering your my chest, your knuckles turning white from clutching onto his shirt so tight.

“i waited for you to say those words – that we were over, that you wanted to break up. but you never did. and i watched you pretend like everything was okay, when i know you know it was not. because in the end, everything’s up to you right?  you decide when we break up, you decide if you want to love me. you don’t even give a shit about me”, he says, his voice rough and unrestrained.

“do you even care about me?” he questions, and you watch your silence stings him even more, tears starting to pool in his precious eyes.

“just say you love me”, he pleads in agony. your mind is racing and your heart is thumping and your don’t know how to form any words.

“i’m sorry, you have no idea how bad and sorry i feel”, you whisper, trying not to cry.

“why can’t we just try?” he asks, his voice urgent. his arms are gripping your shoulders now and we are dangerously close.

“i’ll take whatever you give me, i just need to know that i have you in my life”, he begs, his voice anxiously hopeful.

“we can’t, i can’t-“, you manage to say, the words rolling off your tongue and the tears are building up in his eyes like a dam that’s ready to break anytime.

“how am i supposed to feel when you don’t love me back? how am i supposed to let you go when i love you?” he demands, looking at you and then glancing at the floor, a tear rolling down his cheek.

“i can’t see to give up on you”, he whispers, distraught and he breaks and the tears from his eyes are falling and falling and falling and you don’t realize i’m crying until it’s too late.

you notice the difficulty he has trying to meet your gaze, to look you in the eye. and he whispers, his voice raw with pain. he asks you the question you've been hoping to avoid, the question that haunts you in your sleep. he asks you the question that keeps you up at night, the question you've been hoping to bury deep in the ground.

“do you even love me? answer me, do you love me?”, he begs, his delicate voice cracking. the air in the room clung with anxiety and dread, fearful hope reflected in hoshi’s tearful eyes as he stares at you, waiting for an answer. waiting for your answer. the room is now eerily quiet, hoshi’s chest heaving, rising, and falling with discomfort.

his eyes are desperately searching yours and you look down, closing your eyes for a few seconds, trying to gather your thoughts. because it’s finally come. the question you buried deep down has been dug up. the elephant in the room is finally going to be addressed. you're breathing hard and you open my eyes and look into his eyes, his beautiful, heartbroken eyes, and tell him the truth. you tell him the answer that he deep down knew but didn’t want to admit, the answer that haunted us both.

“no”, you whisper, and he looks like he’s been stung. he’s looking at you in misery and he’s staring at you. starting at you and searching your eyes, searching your face for something which he doesn’t find. his grip on your waist loosens and he takes a heavy step backward, his arm swinging down and he looks down at the floor. all the pain and heartache you caused him is finally freed from his body as the tears roll down his cheeks, staining his face. and you hear his gentle heart shatter as he ever so glances up at you, letting out a mewl of misery.

his heart was broken a long time ago. and you're the one who took his heart; his loving, warm, beautiful, fragile, broken heart, and shattered it into a million pieces.

[fall2393]

Late to the party but can i just say i love YoungPil 😍

I have soft spot for wonpil since WIN (bad hair era) thought him to be some rough, kind of delinquent due to bad friend influence but has nice heart kiddo (i judge people on their hair) but he's actually a softie through and through and has remained so until now. Young K is just Young K (too idol for me which i must admit i just learned to appreciate his idolness and work ethics) and I love Day6 as a whole because of their music (like everyone else, i'm sure.. also because i am JYP stan to the core).

Honestly i dont pay too much attention to their contents not only due to the lack of thereof but also because i was preoccupied with different groups (multi tasking is not for me) so i wasnt aware of the group dynamics or the secret politics driven allengiances like some fans gossiping about (cough*the departure of infamous member*cough) but i stumbeld upon Summer Melody while the members on military hiatus and boy i was pleasantly surprised by how soft Young K is towards Wonpil.

Like i said, i have soft spot for Wonpil so to see someone treating him just as softly definitely intrigued me. I am aware of Dowoon x Wonpil mischiveous adventures and Sungjin x Wonpil but Young K and the blatant favoritism he showed throughout the show and later i learned, beyond?? Like how dare HIM?

Some of my favourite (not in any particular order):-

1) The fact that he openly declared he remembers Wonpil's enlistment date and discharge date but has no idea when Dowoon enlisted.

2) He loves to surprise Wonpil.

- lied to Wonpil that he couldnt attend his solo concert

-sing A Journey on a festival that Wonpil attended (pretty excited to surprise him)

- appear on Wonpil's birthday live with a seaweed soup right after his Dekira schedule

3) He attended the last day of Wonpil solo concert since rehearsal and during the concert he served as a backing vocals for Days Gone By (as explained by Wonpil later in the same concert - Wonpil was very pleased) and infamously cried during Wonpil last ment.

4) He remembers the exact days left until Wonpil's official discharge when fans asked in IG live.

5) On Summer Melody he offers to help Wonpil with the rice just because Wonpil said he feels hot (and looked tired).

6) When Dowoon asked for a help with the firewood he offers to help in exchange of looking for the ingredients - which basically just rummaging through the house not like picking things out in the garden (a one man job if you asked me and they have staffs behind the scene) but was quick to offer a hand when Wonpil is the one chopping it - even Dowoon complained that he was doing it alone.

7) Openly defend Wonpil whenever Sungjin complaints about the said man (tough love Sungjin is).

8) On a military radio show quiz he purposely stalled to ensure Wonpil's team win.

9) said he wants to eat whatever Wonpil wants to eat after the same radio show.

10) Wonpil chose him as the one that he talked in the phone the longest - Young K can identify the sound of ships, he is also aware that sometimes Wonpil didnt have signal if he sailed far away.

11) he made pasta for Wonpil in Autumn Break and had to re-do the pasta 2 to 3 times because it wasnt good enough for Wonpil. He was visibly *slightly* upset when Wonpil said the breakfast was good (the next day) but his pasta was only edible.

12) was obviously hyper during Dekira on Wonpil's unofficial discharge day.

13) the infamous phone call during his solo concert. I feel like everyone in the concert hall was third wheeling them LMAO.

... and more. Will probably update the list or maybe i wont.

*I dont know these people personally. These are just my observations.

[briankang]

TIME OF OUR LIFE | Young K

DAY6 (Even of Day): Right Through Me Concert

for my sweetest @sweetyoungk 💕

[the-kpop-simp]

Day 38 - May 24 2024

Song - Right Through Me

Artist - DAY6 (Even Of Day)

Genre - korean rock/alt

Album - Right Through Me

Release date - July 5 2021

[ourlife-loves]

"I like you" (DAY6) - Cove Holden

Song - "I like you" by Day6 (Everyday6: Moonrise)

Our Life, Step 3 - Charity

Word Count: 1,096

You two stood in your bedroom, staring at each other. It went silent a moment ago, and all you could do was think. The man before you, Cove James Holden. Your best friend of ten years now, who has been with you through thick and thin. You knew exactly how you felt about him, how you had always felt about him.

The days that go as my will, there weren't many.

Throughout those years, there were many fights. That time you caught Cove trying to run away, and he proclaimed he would “never tell you anything again!” when you decided to go and tell your moms. But then, upon finding out about your birth parents, Cove was the very first person you went to. He knew just how to comfort you, just like he always had, even when you were distant and kept trying to push him away.

Actually, many didn’t go the way I’d like.

And let’s not forget the time you told him about the deal you were offered. Despite the fact that you pretty much told him right away, and that you didn’t take that twenty dollar bill, he wouldn’t let you near him. But it was understandable, what eight year old wouldn’t be upset? You stuck yourself right by his side regardless, and it was by some sort of miracle the Mr. Holden showed up when he did to resolve the issue.

It feels like today might be one of them.

Things went so well today. You had no real struggle with your outfit, and the event was amazing. You and Cove had worked so hard for it, but you knew it would be great as long as Cove was there.

It’s concerning me.

Cove. Lost in your mind, you nearly forgot you were still standing there, staring at him. When you looked at his face again, lit up by the tiny firefly, you could see it on his face. The silent question, slowly turning into concern as you realized you had been frowning. Great, that’s exactly the last expression you wanted on your face at that moment.

After I say this, I’m not sure if we can face each other again, smiling.

“Cove…”

I don’t know if we can go back to what we were.

You looked directly at him once again, smiling as you took his hand. If you were going to say it, you had to be clear, of course. You could do this, you know you can. How could he not feel the same, after all these years? You knew the way he looked at you was different, and you can’t pretend you haven’t noticed the way his cheeks always flushed when he talked to you. He wasn’t like that with Derek. Not Terri or Miranda, either. Only with you. Moms, Lee, and Liz had constantly teased you two over the years, so maybe, just maybe he felt the same?

But still, I have to say this.

A solid deep breath in. “Cove… I like you.”

There, you did it. You started, and now there’s no turning back. “It’s just, I tried to hold it down, but I can’t do this anymore.”

As you started your confession, your eyes slowly drifted to the ground. It was hard to face him, but you could see that the light of the firefly was gone. At that, you slowly lifted your head once more.

Your eyes are shaking, they’re shaking my heart also.

Knowing Cove for as long as you have, you could tell that he was about to cry. His eyes were wide, and he was staring at you in shock. For a split second you thought maybe he didn’t hear you, but it’s more like he needed the time to process your words. And then, the tears started to spill over.

When this passes, I don’t know if we can go back to when we were casual.

At this point in time, for perhaps the first time since you met, you couldn’t discern Cove’s feelings from his expression. Maybe he felt the same as you, and he was crying because he got emotional. You knew him well enough that this was a very likely scenario. But you also knew it could be because he didn’t and perhaps he felt bad for you. Your heart sunk at the notion, and you wanted so badly to ignore it.

“I’ve been crushing on you like this for a long time, Cove.”

You slowly took his hands in yours. If he wasn’t going to talk, you needed to at least sort it out. Even if you left heartbroken, it would only be that much worse if he blamed himself for it. He doesn’t need to feel bad about not returning your feelings.

“If you don’t feel the same, you can just tell me ‘I’m sorry.’ I’ll be fine, I promise.”

At those words, Cove froze. All the tears that had been pouring like waterfalls left, as if they never existed in the first place.

“Never.”

At that, you froze.

“It took me a long time to say this. I was afraid that you wouldn’t feel the same way. But you’ve never given me any reason to be afraid.”

This time, it was your turn to be shocked. You’re sure that your expression mirrors the one Cove had just a moment ago.

“MC, you’re great. Everything you do is wonderful and fantastic. Which is why I… I like you.”

You suddenly understand why Cove started crying, because the tears poured out of you with much of the same sentiment. It wasn’t because he felt bad, but because he felt amazing. The fact that neither of you were one hundred percent sure that you felt the same, it was like you were carrying around a few tons on your shoulders every day.

But there was no reason to fear that any longer, because he liked you and you liked him. As if to seal the deal, you both leaned in at once. This was it, your very first kiss with Cove. It was like fireworks, brilliant flashes of color crossing your mind as your lips met. You knew deep within your heart that this feeling was much deeper than anticipated. 

As you continued you only felt more and more giddy, the two of you clumsily bumping into each other. Many of your habits you started to share over the years, and this much continued to be true as the two of you started your incoherent, happy mumbling into each other.

“I want to love you.”