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chatoyism · 4 years

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The Last Snowflake ➺ Young K

; summary: the last few minutes of the night tick away and soon it’ll be 12 o’clock and you still have not blown out your birthday candles. he had said he’d make it to see you turn another year older but now you’re not so sure if waiting will be worth it.

; genre: romance, fluff

; pairing: young k x reader

; word count: 953

; warnings: nothing to warn about

; notes: and old piece of work of mine from 2018. do expect a lot of cringe moments. ive gotten out of kpop entirely (only because of new music taste and gradual decreasing interest in the music) but there is a smol fond love for young k within me so enjoy this piece!

Another minute ticked past, the time illuminated by the LED lights from the station power shown on the screen above you indicating that the darkened night had just become 11:57PM.

It was cold, frosty, much of the cold air from the snowy atmosphere beyond the train tracks brushing against your skin, giving you deep shivered to travel down your spine and body. Despite your body covered in layers of coats, scarves, leggings and soft pair of boots and earmuffs, nothing could ever cure you from the defeating coldness of Canada.

11:58PM.

The time was ticking past, slowly but quickly at the same time, the day was almost about to end. Sitting on the wooden bench, creeping forward, closer and closer off the edge of your own seat, you could only glance left and right at each end of the train tracks hoping to spot two flashing light sources coming closer towards your direction. It was only a hope but you didn’t know if it would ever come at all.

Your phone that was slipped into your pocket was yanked out of the coat, the home screen opened to show the weather at almost -24 degrees. You couldn’t survive in this winter season with all of your clothes from your closet on.

You took this time to check your messages. Opening the first and latest conversations in your chat, you scrolled through the endless supply of texts from a specific someone, messages that seemed to delight you heart in so many ways until you came to a stop on one.

“I’ll say the two words when I meet you at the train station. Wait for me ok? Im going to be there on time just to see you Y/N. You wont celebrate it without me.”

You let out a sigh, closing your phone and slipping it into your pocket as the cold puff of smoke left your smoke into the frosty air.

There was no train. He wouldn’t come.

11:59PM. One minute would go and the day you called it as yours would have to be left at an end.

Beside you was your backpack and a warm thermal bottle with some hot water in it in case you really needed too save yourself. You desperately wanted to get warm quicker, but you couldn’t wait for the one guy you love the most to wrap you up in a bundle of hugs, but the train won’t make it. You weren’t a patient person.

“He’s not going to come anyways... What was I thinking...” You said to yourself, standing up and picking up your things as you disposed of a cupcake wrapper you had earlier that night and a melted candle.

With shoes tapping against the concrete floor, you were making your way over to your car, making sure to slide your train card into the machine before leaving, only to get the thrill of your life when you heard the exact words on the intercom speak throughout the train station.

The Train, Vancouver to Toronto, has reached its destination.

It was that very moment, where the platform you were standing on, completely isolated with not a single person beside you using the platform got washed with a passenger train slowing down to its destination which was where you were.

Doors opening.

As you heard the steaming sound of the train doors sliding open, your consciousness took in the recognition and you turned around slowly.

There he was. Standing there, taking one step off of the train floor and taking foot onto the cold concrete platform. He was there. He kept his words.

That very moment he had taken off, the train doors closed behind him, steam pumping loudly as the intercom stated that the train would be leaving. In just a few seconds, that very train had taken off in the other direction, hoping to reach the next place.

You looked up, right at the gaze of the other person as their eyes sparkled, staring into your own from a far away distance using the moonlight as a beautiful source to shape the outline of his face. It was perfect, it was him.

With a smirk and hands tightly grasping his bass guitar case, he smiled brightly and spoke.

“I told you I wouldn’t miss out, didn’t I?”

With that line said, your yelled and dashed off towards him, jumping into his arms and letting him catch your fall as his warmth, his embrace, everything about him had made you feel a lot safer in an instant. His cologne, his flawless hair, the soft touch of his skin, that voice.

You missed it.

“I thought I would never see you today,” You mumbled and broke the hug to look deeply into his eyes, the same one that sparkled.

“I kept my words didn’t I? I’m not missing out now.”

You brought your hands over to his cheeks, taking off your gloves to use your warm hand and touch his smooth skin over it. It was cold from the bickering weather, pale and almost white, but something about your warmth made him feel better as he came to touch his hands with yours and let out a soft and soothing sigh.

“Am I allowed to say it now?” He asked, and with your permission, you nodded.

“Happy Birthday Y/N.” He whispered softly before leaning forward and taking in your lips, feeling the moment as the clock chimed 12AM right after his words. Closing your eyes and feeling his warmth on your body, you placed your hands on his hair as all you could think about in this world was just him and him alone.

“I love you, Younghyun.”

“I love you so much more.”

He made it just in time. For you.

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yyparkq · 5 years

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Pulling up an all-nighter for midterm exams and requirements may not sound too impressive to everyone but when you’ve got a lot of extracurricular activities and personal dramas on your plate, you cannot really help it. Or else, you’ll fail at the very least of your academic subjects.

Human body must have a way to do what your mind has already set into sometimes. When you repeatedly told yourself that you had to wake up two hours later, you did. A couple of minutes before your alarm goes off, you forced yourself out of the bed and washed yourself in the bathroom, not wanting to risk your entire exam day in a simple snooze of your alarm.

The bus was full when you hop on but after a couple of stops, a lot of people got off the busiest districts of the city giving you seats to occupy for the rest of your travel to the university. The sun has long risen but was initially covered by the clouds when you step out of the house.

You settled for a window seat in the middle part of the bus, relaxing your limbs after a couple of minutes’ standing inside the vehicle. Without even thinking about it, your eyelids flutter close and your consciousness floats away before you even know it.

Brian doesn’t usually take the bus but after engaging in a light traffic accident the week before, his brother took his car keys away and left him no other choice but to use the public transportation. Usually, he’d take the subway or a taxi but he realized he’d have a handful of time to kill if he reached the university at least an hour before his exams so he opt in riding a bus instead.

The bus was unusually empty despite the weekday morning rush. Most of the seats have at least one unoccupied space at one side as if each passenger in the vehicle called dibs at each row inside it.

Brian opt to sit not further from the bus door and beside you instead. He glances a quick overall at your appearance and recognize the pale prints on the uniform you are wearing. Apparently, you are attending the same university and will be getting off the same stop.

The bus took off shortly after he sat beside your peaceful figure and as if on cue, the sun shone a bit too brightly on your side of the window - causing you to automatically squeeze your eyelids tighter, trying to protect your vision underneath it. Brian sees the creases forming between your brows and raises an arm to shade your eyes from the sun.

The gesture felt nothing but weird for Brian; it’s as if he acted out of reflex despite doing it for a total stranger. Something about the peaceful aura and the seemingly delicate frame of yours has awakened his instincts to sort of protect you and take care of you. He almost instantly withdrew his arm back when he noticed the driver briefly glanced at him through the rearview mirror.

Brian wondered what your major could possibly be as he glanced at the only piece of book you carry with you for that day - the only subject you have not started to review yet. It does not give any hints to answer his curiosity though, the book placed on your lap is for a general subject which he has completed already a year ago.

For almost twenty minutes, Brian shielded your eyes from the bright rays of the sun and only pulled away when your stop is nearing, giving you time to wake up and prepare yourself to get off. The bus slowly comes to a stop and yet you still have not opened an eye. Brian quickly thought of a way to wake you up with touching you and ended up grabbing the book you were slightly clutching on your lap.

You woke and realize instantly that it was your stop, the driver purposely waiting for you to get up and out of the bus. You muttered a quick thank you and bowed to the driver for not letting you miss your stop.

Little did you know, a tall guy is waiting for you by the pavement. You almost bumped into him as you jumped out of the bus. You look at him wide-eyed, wondering why he was standing there idly when a bus just came and gone before him. Just when you were about to go around and about your way, the book he’s holding caught your eye. You are almost certain it was yours because of the way it was carelessly covered with a plastic and the upper side was stained with dried coffee.

Brian realizes your recognition of the book and hands it to you with a shy smile. “Uhm, I didn’t know how to wake you up so I yanked your book out of your hands.” he gulps as he stares down at your confused expression.

He seemed to have held his breath until you smiled at him and offered to walk together to the university. It was a five-minute walk from the bus stop, too short to get to know you so before he could lose you inside the university, he asked if he could meet you after exams for coffee alongside getting your number.

You cannot stop shaking your head as you walk to your assigned exam room, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips. The short nap during the bus ride surely did wonders to you today. Your usually groggy mood due to lack of sleep manifesting in small giggles as you recall how cute Brian was when you first talked face to face at the bus stop.

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softforday6 · 5 years

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좋아합니다. You x Young K (feat. DAY6). Chapter I

Summary: Younghyun is in love with his best friend and decides to do something about it. It won’t be an easy task, will he be able to overcome his fears and change his reality?. Genre: Romance, smut (in the future). Note: Hello! I wrote this fan fic for DAY6 but here, the characters, are not musicians. Younghyun writes some songs but is a businessman, he owns two coffee shops in Tokyo and Seoul. This fan fic is my own creation and I apologize in advance if there are any spelling mistakes, I speak spanish and learned english on my own lol. Also, I got inspired and thought it would be fun to write a story, I just finished college and decided to dive into new things, this is one of them. Never done this before, so I hope it’s a nice story for you to read. Jae, Wonpil, Sungjin and Dowoon will make their appearance pretty often and you’ll find out about them as the story continues. Park Jimin (MC) and Im Jaebum (GOT7) will appear as a couple (I always thought those two looked cute together). Also, the Point of View will change in each chapter.

Enjoy! ————————————————————————

Chapter 1: Heart Surpassed By Soju.

I like you. I tried to hide it but I can’t do it anymore. It took me a while to say this: I want to love you.

-좋아합니다-DAY6.

Friday, 9 am. Tokyo, Japan. Younghyun’s coffee shop. [Younghyun’s point of view].

Wonpil, my friend and business advisor, and I arrived to Tokyo three months ago to open a second coffee shop in town. Before coming back to Seoul, where the first shop is, I served the costumers and tried to establish a warm vibe to my shop, making them want to stay and enjoy their cup of coffee.

-Have a nice day!-I said while delivering a latte to a costumer.

I’ve heard my friend coming closer by the sound of his shoes on the floor.

-How are you feeling today?- he asked.

-I still have a headache.

Last night we went to a bar with some people we know from here and I made the terrible mistake of drinking way too much soju and when we came back to our rented apartment I confessed one of my best kept secrets: I’m in love with my best friend. Wonpil said he wasn’t surprised at all, after all, he always knew how to read right through me.

I’ve known her for fifteen years now, we went to the same school together and I like her since the first time I saw her but out relationship went on as a friendship. Nevertheless, lately it’s been getting harder for me to be just her friend. She’s dating this guy Hongseok for about a year and a half now, so I couldn’t find the right moment to say what I feel.

-Hey, I think you have something that belongs to me- I said, extending my hand.

He laughed and took my smartphone from his pocket to give it to me.

Last night, my heart surpassed by alcohol was so sure that it wanted to confess but my friend saved me from a potential disaster when he noticed that I was calling her, yelling I’ll tell her! she needs to know, I can’t go on like this, or at least that’s what he told me.

-I’ve saved you from embarrassing yourself. Although… You do know you have to do something about it, right?.

I sighed. I knew it. It was just a matter of time, I was going to burst in the worst moment. But… What if I ruin our friendship? I really like spending time with her, her heart is so warm and makes everything that is good, better and any kind of problem seems like nothing.

-Think about what you’re going to do when we come back- he said before leaving.

Friday, 5 pm. [Videocall with you]. [Younghyun’s point of view].

-So, that was my week. How about yours?-I said.

-Pretty busy too… Actually, I need some rest like now-she stated while throwing herself on her bed as she sighed.

Just like Wonpil can read right through me, I can read through her. I’ve been thinking there might be something disturbing her for a while now but she didn’t wanted to talk about it.

-Are you ever going to tell me what’s going on?.

-A month ago we found out that one of our co-workers was giving our ideas to the brand we’re competing with. I had to work even harder.

She works as an art director in a make up company in Seoul. They were so close to the release of a new product.

-Who was it?.

-Someone from my creative team… However, I think we’ll get through this- she said, convinced.

Of course they will, anything is possible with her leading the project. When she’s passionate about something she works so hard to get the results she wants.

-Hey, can we meet when you come back?-She asked.

I smiled.

-You don’t even have to ask me that. Come to my coffee shop tomorrow and I’ll make you your favourite cup of coffee.

-Yes! I miss that, no one makes it like you do.

Friday, 9 pm. Gimpo’s airport, Seoul. [Younghyun’s point of view].

-Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the airport of Gimpo. Please remain seated with the seat belt fastened until the plane stops completely…-they announced.

-Have you decided what you’re going to do?-Wonpil asked.

After talking to her before our trip back home I wondered what would happen if she decides to stay away from me because she doesn’t feel the same way that I do.

-I think I should just forget about it for now, the timing doesn’t seem right.

-Again?-he said, dropping his head on the back of the seat and looking at the roof- What if Hongseok wasn’t in the story? What would you do?.

-Maybe I would…

-You wouldn’t do anything, would you?-he interrupted.

I sighed.

-Admit it, you’re just looking for excuses because you’re too scared of how she could react-he said, dropping his hands on his legs.

-You say it like it’s so easy!

-It was always easy for you! You get everything you want, no exceptions. Why would it be different this time?.

Silence invaded us for a few minutes. I don’t know what was going on in his mind but in mine, all the moments I spent with her and how in each of one of them I found myself smiling more than usual.

All of a sudden, he dugged his hands on my seat.

-What are you doing?-I asked confused.

He took the notebook I always have with me where I write the things I have to do and some songs. After searching through the pages, he finally spoke.

-Look, here it is. I like you. I tried holding it back but I can’t anymore. Now I can tell you: I want to love you. You wrote this, not me. Add to this the show you’ve made thanks to the soju… My friend, you need to act on it and now.

When he read my own words I felt the same way as I felt when I wrote this. This made me feel tired and like I needed to release it.

Once we arrived, we met with our friends. When I saw them, I noticed that they didn’t change, not even a bit, while we were gone. Sungjin, a serious and responsible guy, was looking for us with his eyes while Dowoon and Jae were laughing out loud.

-Oh! the handsome boys arrived-Sungjin said.

We went directly to eat some barbecue at Jae’s. It’s really nice to be back homeI thought while looking at us, reunited. Chapter 2. I missed you.

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misswoozi · 5 months

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♣️ misswoozi blog rules

Please do not interact with this blog if you are under 18!

I do not write idol/reader of any kind.

I do not write about or accept asks about orgies/group sex, A/B/O, age play, watersports or anything having to do with virginity. (If you're unsure about any other topic, please just ask!)

I don't read fan fiction so, unfortunately, I cannot give you any fic recs or recommend any other NSFW blogs to follow.

All my non K-Pop asks/posts are tagged #NKP so you can mute/blacklist them!

Generally speaking, I block blank accounts (accounts with no profile picture, bio, blog title, posts, etc.)

Every word posted on this blog is fictional nonsense. I have absolutely no interest in discussing real-life K-Pop couples or speculating on any idol's sexuality or relationship status.

As of now, I write for Seventeen, ATEEZ, NCT (nothing NSFW for Chenle or Jisung but I do write for Lucas, Sungchan and Shotaro), TXT (nothing NSFW for Taehyun or Huening Kai), EXO (OT8), DAY6 (OT4), Monsta X, SHINee, BTOB, Twice, SNSD (OT8), EXID, GFriend, Mamamoo, 2NE1, ITZY (nothing NSFW for Yuna) and Red Velvet (not Wendy)

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frickmeupkpop · 6 years

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Coffee Queen

A/N: Shout out to @jakjacq for reminding this old woman how to internet and link posts. Thank you so much I really appreciate it, you’ve saved me. Anyone with feedback, comments, wanna just talk, drop me a message. I’m nice.

THIS IS PART 4.

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 |

Day6/YoungK

Reader/YoungK fic

Author: actual-chaotic-mess

Prompt: I work as a barista in a coffee shop you frequent and I tried to make a leaf design on your coffee but it ended being a dick instead

Summary: Working in a coffee shop, Kang Younghyun often visits at the end of your shift. You try to draw a cute leaf on the top of his coffee one day, but it ends up looking a little off, and not at all what you planned. He likes it anyway.

Part 4.

The drive home had been interesting to say the least. Younghyun was a good driver, but he weaved through the traffic more and faster than you would have liked, you’d gripped onto the handle on the door so tight your knuckles were white and your hand was stiff when he pulled up outside your apartment building.

You expected him to wait in the car, watch you get into the building, except that is not what happened. He came around to your door and opened it. He insisted on walking you directly to your door, so he could be sure you definitely made it home safely. It was his responsibility he’d said, something, that again, had made you laugh. You were your own problem. You weren’t a child. You let him take you anyway, warning him to be quiet because the staircase echoed, he nodded. The pair of you trotted your way quietly up the six flights of stairs, before arriving at your apartment. You thanked him and put your key to the door.

It swung open and you looked on in shock as your parents stood in the gaping doorway, glancing between Younghyun and yourself. Your father’s brow creased and your mother gasped, covering her mouth. You knew your father had plenty to say, his face had started turning red. You held up a hand in an attempt to stop him before he started, but it was too late.

“So, this is what has kept you out so late?” Your father spat his demand. “This is where you go every single day? To be with this... boy?” He continued. Your mouth worked, attempting to make words, though only the occasional sound or squeak escaped your lips. Your mother was still frozen in her horrified state. You looked to her for help, to no avail. You didn’t know how to continue from this. You didn’t know how to explain that it wasn’t what he thought. Your father was a stubborn man, whatever he thought was happening is what it was, and no amount of arguing would tell him it wasn’t how it seemed.

“I’m sorry, Sir.” To your surprise, Kang Younghyun had folded himself in a ninety-degree angle. “I am in a band, we order coffee from your daughter at the end of her shift every time, she brings them to us. We asked her to stay for a while, time passed faster than we anticipated. I intended for her to be home a lot earlier than this.” His explanation was rational, but your fathers face turned purple. He was furious.

“What?” His tone had gone from demanding to sceptical and livid. “Listen, boy. My daughter works hard every day in that coffee shop. Every single day, what gives you the right to demand a delivery when the shop doesn’t even offer the service?” You sighed. Your mother had melted her stance and taken your father by the arm, trying to lead him inside. You pushed him backwards too, he continued to berate Younghyun, even though you had tried to explain that even though you’d stayed longer than planned, Younghyun had made sure you got home safely, even to the point of driving you home and walking you to your door.

He wasn’t having any of it. He didn’t care. You were a respectable young woman and didn’t need the likes of this hooligan having you out at all hours of the night. You attempted to usher your father into the apartment so that he wasn’t yelling in the hallway and disturbing the neighbours further, but he refused, he wasn’t done. You turned to Younghyun, who was accepting his fate, receiving his lecture as though he deserved it. Your mother eventually managed to pull your father back into the apartment and you stood in the doorway, looking at a sullen Younghyun.

“Sorry.” You both said at the same time, which caused you both to look at each other in shock and confusion. “Why are you sorry?” You asked in unison. You waved your hand at him to continue.

“For asking you to come to the practices, to bring us coffee at the end of your shift. For not realising the time and getting you home earlier tonight. I really didn’t know the hour.” He told you and you laughed. A sound you didn’t expect to seep from yourself, obviously, nor did he, which only made a smile stretch across your face and a frown to etch itself into his brow deeply. “Why are you laughing?” He almost demanded of you.

“I’m laughing because that’s outrageous. My father yelled at you for getting me home safely, that’s not a nice thing to do, I apologise to you on his behalf. You needn’t be sorry for letting me have a life outside of work and family.” You told him. You felt your mother’s hand on your shoulder. She was softer than your father, certainly more accepting of all kinds of things. She wasn’t as set in her ways as your father. You smiled at her and she reached for Younghyun’s hand, taking it in her own.

“I’m terribly sorry for my husband’s behaviour. He gets a little upset when it comes to our daughter. She’s his pride and joy, I’m sure you’ll understand should you have a daughter of your own.” She said patting the back of his hand with her other hand. “Perhaps, he would not have gotten so agitated had we met at a more... reasonable hour.” She added looking mildly thoughtful. It took you a moment to realise your mother thought he was a boy you were interested in, but when it clicked, your mouth began to form a protest, once again, but you were too slow, Younghyun was already bowing his head and saying he was sorry, yet again, to which you tilted your head in confusion.

“Really, Ma’am, I didn’t mean to keep her at the practice room so long. We - the boys and I - really enjoy your daughter’s company, we were just talking, about the plan for the band, some songs that someone had written. She’s really smart and she has good input on how we perceive things, it’s really helpful, and she’s really fun.” He told your mother, still bowing his head. Your mother rubbed the back of his hand a little before patting it again. She told him to go home now, that she was sorry again for her husband’s tirade. That he should give it a few days before he comes around again, and to do so at a respectable hour.

“Mother, he’s not going to be coming around again, he wasn’t staying today. He was dropping me off because it’s late,” You insisted, though she only rested her hand calmly on your shoulder. She said she understood. She was young once too. She didn’t mind. You are an adult now. You stared at her, deflated. How could your parents have it so wrong? It’s not like you were going to date Younghyun. You were friends. You weren’t even attracted to him... Were you?

Getting showered and ready for bed happened in a haze. You were too busy asking yourself questions. Did you like Younghyun? Of course, he was great. He was fun to be around, making you smile. He was sweet, kind and caring. He even brought you home in the car just because it was cold and late, took a lecture from your father for doing so. Of course, you liked him. That was very admirable behaviour. Perhaps the question was phrased wrong. Did you like Younghyun in a love interest kind of way? Excellent question. You didn’t think you did. Though, you realised you’d started to feel calmer and happier when you saw his face. The troubles of the day seemed irrelevant. He made you feel happy and comfortable and you really enjoyed his company. But did that mean you liked him? You weren’t sure.

You stood at the side of your bed, staring at it. It had reached four o’clock in the morning and you weren’t sure if it was even worth going to bed at this point. Still, you climbed in under the covers, and hugged your pillow, your head still reeling. You had the day off tomorrow, yet you’d forgotten to tell the boys. You yawned, loudly, and stretched out your limbs before curling in on yourself. There was only one thing for it. You’d have to pay more attention to how you felt.

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kpopreactionstoruinyourlife · 6 years

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Song Girl - Part 23 - Sungjin Fan Fiction

Song Girl Masterlist

Part 23 - February 2015

Summary: real life fluffy moments as Sungjin struggles to get into songwriting.

Sungjin had lost track of how long he’d been staring at his guitar and the blank sheet of music. It felt like hours of sitting there, drowning in thoughts but realistically it was probably twenty minutes.

But that was long enough for Jae to be leaning into his field of vision with a cocked eyebrow. And he could feel Wonpil staring at him, too.

“I don’t pretend to be a lead songwriter.” Sungjin said evenly.

Junhyeok snorted. “You’re the one with the relationship and the issues, shouldn’t you be?”

“I wanted to be a singer, I didn’t come into this planning to play guitar and write music.” Sungjin snapped.

“Yet you couldn’t dance.” Junhyeok continued, a devilish expression on his features.

“He wasn’t the only one. I’m all bones and limbs. No flexibility or fluidity.” Jae said quickly.

Wonpil was silent.

“I’m going for coffee, text me if you want something.” Sungjin blurted as he stood abruptly. Junhyeok puffed petulantly. Wonpil’s mouth opened but nothing came out. Jae sighed inaudibly. Brian was cramming for a test with headphones in, ignorant to everything happening around him.

Once he was outside, in freezing air, Sungjin felt like he could breathe again.

He was just heading to the coffee place when his phone buzzed with a call, not the texts he was anticipating.

“Hey love,” He said after seeing Ella’s face on the screen. He tried keeping the despondent tone out of his voice but he wasn’t successful.

“Oh, something is up huh?” She said. Her voice was light and cheerful. Unlike him, she’d had a good day. For a moment that lightened his own heart - she’d been downtrodden all too often recently, but he was still despondent. And now his bad mood was about to dampen her first good mood day in weeks.

“Just...song writing.” He said, shoving his free hand deeper into his pocket.

“So...something I can probably not help you with, unfortunately.” Her voice was lower now, sadder.

“You can distract me. What’s up?”

He tried to imagine her in that moment. It was early evening, so she’d probably just gotten done teaching a class, and given that she had just sounded happy, it was a good one. Her hair would be up, most likely in a bun, and there would marks on her nose from her glasses. She would be walking home, or wandering through a store for the necessities for dinner.

“Well, do be honest I wasn’t expecting you to answer.” She said with a laugh, just one. “But I thought we could start thinking about...Valentine’s day.”

“Let me guess, you are currently staring at a display of chocolate?” He could hear the din of shoppers now.

“What do you want?” She asked after beat. She had decided to ignore how he read her mind.

“Aren’t you supposed to know what I want by now?” He said, a smile spreading over his face.

“I study psychology but I am not granted the power to read minds. Right now you probably want inspiration for a song. But I still cannot read your mind. I will not be making you chocolate. I nearly destroyed the kitchen trying.”

She was talking fast again - it meant she was thinking faster than her mouth.

“Obviously I want the most expensive guitar in the world.”

“No.”

“Wow, way to shoot me down.”

“I am not made of money.” The smile was back in her voice, and this time, it was there because of him, which was the least he could do after making it drop out of her voice a minute ago.

“Which is such a shame, then maybe you would pay for dates.”

He didn’t notice he was doing it but he was getting onto the bus.

“I offer!”

“I’m not going to let you pay for dates.” He said chuckling. “What kind of man would that make me?”

“An arguably more feminist one, but I do pay for all the food I make you and that you eat at my place.”

“I don’t need a lecture on the patriarchy, love.”

“A) everyone does and B) yeah, fine, you definitely don’t need one today. I doubt it’d help with the writing. It’d be weird if you all did a girl power, feminist rock song.”

“Says someone who loves ‘bubble gum’ pop.”

“It is happy music! I’m not claiming sophisticated taste. My favorite movie is Harry Potter and my favorite feel good movie is just about anything regularly featured on ABC Family, which also includes Harry Potter.”

“My little fan girl.”

“I am not ashamed, just sometimes embarrassed. Anyway, Valentine’s Day.”

“Hmm...we could go back to the skiing place, hot springs but that’s probably expensive.”

“We could just hole somewhere in the city.”

“...aren’t you the one constantly lecturing me about the population density of Seoul?”

“I am more used to suburbia and I miss it.”

“I wouldn’t mind holing up with you.”

His feet carried him off the bus.

“We can be like mole people.” She said with a laugh, bringing a smile to his face.

“Bake for me, something decadent and chocolaty.”

“I will bake for then, but you have to help.”

“I can help.”

“Perfect, and I have something in mind.” Now she was moving in the store, the other voices rose and fell as she passed other patrons.

“Of course you do, my brilliant girl.”

“Yes, please compliment my brain.”

“It has many beautiful fissures, lovely lobes.”

On the other side of the line, she snorted with laughter. “Sorry!” She said speaking in an embarrassed voice to another shopper but she kept giggling.

“You know, if I had known complimenting your brain would make you react like that…”

“Oh stop, and now you are officially distracting me from your own Valentine’s day gift.”

Above him, a bell rang as he opened the door.

“Did you finally make your way to the cafe?” She said teasingly.

“Something like that, I have a craving.”

“If you say chocolate I will run over to you.”

“Hmm, something sweet that’s for sure.”

“Oh please say the magic word.” She used an exaggerated, breathless voice.

“You shouldn’t use that voice in public.”

“There was no one around.”

“So shameless.”

Finally, he’d reached his destination. Now everything was better.

“If I am shameless, you probably reap the benefits.” She muttered.

He didn’t reply, instead just wrapping his arms around her waist from behind.

“Well hello,” She said, without turning around. The call was ended as she leaned back into his chest. His nose was in her hair. It smelled like her, sweet and minty with a touch of takeout food.

“Sorry to sneak up on you.” He whispered, speaking into her bun. Her hands ran over his arms, comfortingly.

“You’re not going to rape me.” That much she was thankfully sure of.

“Nope, just hold you.” He kept whispering.

“What’s up?”

“Just...a long day…”

“So you are here to…?”

“I think I needed to see you.”

“...Aren’t you supposed to be in training?” She whispered.

“Just song writing...Brian is studying anyway and I just...couldn’t think straight.”

“Is everything ok?” She asked, turning back to face him. Her brows knit in concern over her soft, brown eyes. Tension left his body, melting away. Now that he was with her, could see her, everything was better. Brighter.

“You shouldn’t worry about it.”

“I worry about everything, it’s a full time job.” A fun spark flashed in her eyes.

“I needed inspiration.”

“So you stalked me to a grocery store?” She said elbowing him gently. A big smile was spreading over her face.

“You can choose to see it as romantic rather than creepy.” He said finally releasing her. She shook her head, chuckling to herself.

“Oh we don’t want to get into a discussion about what is creepy versus romantic. Movies and cultures have warped my perspective and I am still unraveling it. But sure, I’ll see this as romantic this time.”

How could he ever hope to explain this feeling? A burning, freezing sensation poured down his spine. His stomach tightened, twisted, rose, sank, flipped, and flopped. He felt lighter, at peace, complete. It was beautiful, blissful. He knew he was lucky to be with someone so brilliant.

“Earth to Sungjin?” She said waving a hand in front of his face before slipping it into his.

“Sorry, ready to leave? I’ll walk you home and head back.” He did have to go back but he wanted to bask in the light she gave off to him for a bit longer.

“Yep. You are going to be so impressed with this!” She said with an even bigger grin.

“You are in a silly mood, aren’t you?” He asked with an arched eyebrow.

“Yes, and it seems like you could loosen up.” She said before starting to check out her supplies.

“I can be goofy.” He said under his breath.

“You still only tolerate pizza.” She countered.

“Pizza has nothing to do with goofiness.”

“It does in my head.”

“I think that might be a flawed conclusion.”

“Shh. You called me brilliant, remember?”

“Brilliant people are capable of mistakes.”

“Brilliant people tend to conceptualize failures and mistakes as lessons and challenges.”

“Growth mindset. I remember.”

She paused, a flush spreading over her cheeks. “Ok, that was a turn on.”

“Huh?”

“Just you saying that made me very physically attracted to you.” The blush on her cheeks was deeper but it was only just reaching his cheeks. At least they had stepped out of the store and the cashier couldn’t hear them.

“You need to explain.”

“Hmm A) you remembered something I said to you over a month ago, B), it was something to do with psychology, and C) I think there was an element related to your tone.”

“So that’s the kind of dirty talk you like?” His heart thumped in his chest as his mind spun with ideas for a later time.

“I guess?” She said giving his hand a squeeze. “Something you should remember.”

He was going to miss her. Her brilliance, the feeling of her skin, her warmth, against him, her smile, her bright eyes. Her leaving would be like the sunset in Antarctica, signaling the beginning of months of darkness. He wanted to keep her, his sun.

He was pulled out from his melancholy spiral by a sensation against his cheek.

“You stalk me, then neglect me, are you sure you’re ok?” She brushed his cheek softly, wiping away the chapstick her kiss had left on his skin.

“Lost in my own head.” He supplied but she frowned.

“That’s supposed to be my thing in this relationship.” Her thumb gently, comfortingly, ran over his hand.

“And now you know how it feels to watch your mind float away, leaving me unable to reach you.”

“You were trying to teach me a lesson?” She was, in a word, unimpressed.

“No, but I did think it was a witty reply.”

“Don’t make your stand-up debut yet.”

“I’m already worrying about one type of debut. Plus, I’m already blocked.”

“I did offer for you to read my angsty high school poetry. Maybe it could give you inspiration.”

Sungjin wrinkled his nose while she grimaced.

“I mean it is terrible poetry, I will admit. For a class I made this whole collection all about “my winter” about the period after a guy I was seriously close to, my first kiss, moved away.”

“And it will be in English. And, call me crazy, but I’m not interested in reading my girlfriend’s poetry about another guy.”

Her impish grin reappeared, sending a nervous wave through his stomach. That usually meant she was going to manipulate him, wrap him around her finger. Most times it was so he could take care of a spider, or when she was turned on and interested in a little something-something.

“Would you read poetry I wrote about you?” Her voice was nearly-sultry, and her hand warmer in his.

“Yes, if you wanted me to.” He said without thinking.

Her facade dropped as she laughed.

“Sad to say, I’ll probably write poetry when we…” She didn’t need to finish the sentence. He knew just from the darkness that moved over her.

“...I think I’ve got some ideas for writing after seeing you.” He said as her building came into view. The end of the line for that night for them. He had to get back to songwriting for the others.

“Ohh… Am I your muse?” She teased, that light returning in her eyes.

“A little bit.” He said, a smile playing with one corner of his mouth.

She got that petulant look again. The one that made her look younger, naive, like a child whose toy had been taken.

“You are a definite source of inspiration.” He continued, an impish glint entering his own eyes.

“...I better be.” She muttered as she opened the building and held open the door for him.

The rode the elevator up in silence. He plotted ways to spend just a little bit more time with her. She wished he could stay.

He stayed with her up to her door and into the apartment, setting down the bag of groceries as he stepped in. All he had to do was keep his shoes on - if he took them off, he’d never leave.

Next to him, Ella tugged off her wool coat, undid the thick scarf around her neck, and shoved her gloves into the coat pockets before kicking off her boots to reveal thick, fuzzy socks. At that, he had to smirk. She constantly joked about her [literally] cold feet.

A beat later and her arms were around his neck, pulling down his hood so her fingers could tangle themselves in his hair. He unzipped his puffy coat and her body curled against his, no longer separated by inches of down.

“I won’t ask you to stay.” She whispered. Her bright, brilliant eyes fixed on his. “So three minutes?”

“Love, I take more than three minutes.” He whispered, kissing her forehead. His fingers had found their way to her waist. Her body shuddered with the sudden cold contact.

“Just kiss me.” She replied after rolling her eyes.

That he was happy to do for as long as his conscience would let him. He wanted to steal a piece of her sunshine. He wanted to burn in her light. He wanted everything he could get. He would happily go blind staring at her glow.

He had so much to be thankful for with her in his life. Still, there was thing he was the most thankful for...

His sun was still bright, near-constant. It still filled his sky.

But the days were getting shorter. Months of darkness were coming.

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lovelylusts · 4 years

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WIP Game

hello everybody! i was tagged by the lovely @adventuresinwonderlust and i’m gonna be tagging my dear @tipsydipsydo because i’m in love with her

rules: post the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and interests you and i’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it!

this is such a long list, and i’m sorry lmao... also some of these have no set deadline and i’ll kinda just finish them whenever.

all of these are BTS related unless otherwise stated:

Paranoia: Unfortunate Events

Paranoia: Tongue-Tied

Paranoia: Little Dancer

Paranoia: Just Trust Me

Paranoia: Dirty Little Secret

Paranoia: Love Drunk

Paranoia: Puppy Love

Surround You

Prepare for Trouble, Make It Double

Stop the World (Alex Turner)

Cat Got Your Tongue? (Jae Park)

Untitled Scenario

Game On!

Only Love (Alex Turner)

505 (Alex Turner)

there’s a lot more that i haven’t worked on in over a year but if you’re curious lmk

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wychive · 4 years

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ill be going to sleep so maybe?? send me some asks or smth 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩 tysm

#ateez #stray kids #txt #exo #bts #the boyz #day6 #kpop #anon #asks #haikyuu #enstars #helios rising heroes #kakegurui #love or hate #bj alex #writers #fan fiction #alachi thingz

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seal-stay · 4 years

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Jae park - Day6

The wind was fierce as we stood on the grassy cliff. His back was facing me as I watched him. No amount of shouting could be heard through the wind; there was no way to let him know you were there with him. His hair was tousled and his jacket was flailing wildly. What was he facing? You didn't know. The shroud of white fog surrounding the two of you prevented anyone from seeing to far ahead. Heck, you could barely see him from the 8 feet distance between you two. The fog has a rustic orange color from what ever was left of the sun.

You battle the wind to reach him. Getting closer, you can see what he is so intensely staring at. Civilization. A wide smile spreads on your face. You’ve searched for other survivors for years. How he managed to spot it through the fog is beyond you. Grabbing his arm, he turns to you. Tears fall from his eyes, but a fragile smile forms upon seeing you. He pulls you into a gentle, but secure hug. You held him tight against yourself.

‘Thank you’ Jae whispers in your ear, still hugging you.

You were confused. He had no reason to thank you, but you brushed it off momentarily. Too overwhelmed with relief and happiness to think too much into it.

The wind starts to calm as he lets you go. He holds your face in his hands, his tears now replaced with only a melancholy smile while looking into your eyes.

‘I love you’ He admitted. The wind now being a subtle breeze allowing you to hear him.

Before you could announce your feelings, he backs away still smiling his wonderful smile. Nearing the edge of the cliff, his back facing the city beyond, he gives a little wave. Tears form in your eyes.

‘I’ll see you soon, okay?’ Jae ended as he took the few more steps back.

You race after him. The tears trailing down your cheeks as you suddenly run towards him. His form starts to slip into the abyss below. You reach out for him, but you grab nothing. You fly off of the cliff side, finally realizing that the disease had taken you.

Jae had succumbed to it about 3 months before, making him see things that weren’t there. He pleaded for you to shoot him before it was too late. You did it. You couldn't watch him suffer any longer.

Falling to your ultimate demise, you smiled for the last time. He was right. You would see him soon. Very soon.

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toalltheficsivelovedbefore · 5 years

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Sweater Weather

boyfriend!insert x neutral!reader • fluff

There was a time when fall wasn't your favorite season. But honestly, you couldn't remember when that was. Okay, that was a lie. It was probably about two years ago when you really started to appreciate fall, autumn, whatever you want to call it. The timeline, however, really wasn't that important. What was important was the man standing next to you, holding your hand in his coat pocket so that you could warm up just a bit more. Oh and the glove on your other hand that was just a bit too big, the one that matched with the glove on his other hand. Those were the important things.

You didn't use to like fall, but fall with him meant extra snuggles. It meant extra hand-holding to stay warm. Extra time crowded close together when you waited in line for a movie or to get into that cafe that he didn't understand why you loved so much. (“They’re always so busy! And their coffee tastes exactly the same as Star—!” “If you finish that sentence I will make you sleep on the couch tonight.”) This fall weather, chilly and snappy, meant that the cuddles in the morning lasted a few more minutes before you had to get out of bed.

But, you think your favorite part of the season is getting to walk around in his sweaters more often. And he doesn't mind at all, because he gets to see your legs a lot more than usual. Plus he likes how big the sweater is on you. (“Why are you looking at me like that?” “You’re in my sweater.” “Do.. do you want me to change?” “No! I like the way you look in my clothes.” “Oh. Okay… If you’re gonna look at me like that when I wear your clothes, I might have to wear them more often.”)

He probably doesn’t agree. For him, the best part is getting to sit closer to you all the time. Thanks to the cold air, there’s no sweat making you push him away when you sit outside of that cafe cause all the tables are taken inside. On the couch, he gets to pull you into his lap more. During the summer, you spend your time on the other side of the couch, cause you get too hot. At night, he gets to tangle all your limbs together under the big comforter you bring out as soon as the air gets even a bit cool. Fall means more time touching you, one of his favorite things. (“Bro, why are you holding my hand so damn tight?” “Seriously? Don’t bro me.” “Okay, but my hand.” “I have to hold on tight to you while I can.” “What does that mean? I’m not going anywhere.” “I know. But after winter, you won’t hold onto me as much and I’ll be sad.” “...Really?” “Yeah? You’ve never noticed?” “No, I haven’t. Now I’m sad.”)

You’ve never said it to each other. You both enjoy your favorite season, your favorite moments of the season, you make it last as long as possible before you’re back in shorts and too hot to cuddle constantly.

You think fall will always be your favorite season. As long as you’re with him, you get to have extra everything in the fall. And you could always use extra him.

MASTERLIST

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