#day6 writings

[monstermp3]

BONUS:

"I'm not scared of anything when we're together. I feel invincible. Like I can accomplish anything in confidence, good fun, and trust. Of course when we work, there'll be times when we feel stressed and sensitive and we fight. But we move forward by protecting what we have to. We may stumble as life goes on, but as long as I'm with my hyungs, even failing together wouldn't be so bad." — DOWOON, TOP CLASS MAGAZINE INTERVIEW, 2024

[sxfterhearts]

never too late pt 1

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ idol!youngk x hair stylist!reader ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

♡ genre/warnings: slight angst, fluff (soon! in pt 2)

♡ word count: 2,152 words

♡ author’s note: i went to day6 concert 2 weeks ago and now im officially a myday HAHA i love them sm. i wanted to write for them (specifically wonpil) but i got this idea first so here's the first of a twoshot (maybe more?) for youngk :") also pls forgive me i havent wrote in eons so im v dusty but day6 songs give me great inspo!! also ty pinterest for the great pics <3

♡ listen to: still there by day6

//

“Thank you for joining us today, Young K. Wow – bassist, vocalist, lyricist, composer extraordinaire, Kang Younghyun from the globally-renowned band Day6, is here in the studio with us today. Young K, welcome.”

“Thank you, and thank you for having me. It’s great to be back here to promote our new album.”

“Let’s get straight into it, shall we? Here’s an exclusive listen to the highlight medley of Day6’s new album, Band-Aid.”

The cameras go off, as Young K and the interviewer exchange pleasantries amongst the voices of Day6 in the background. As the highlight medley finally drew to a close, applause filled the studio.

“Wow, wow, wow!" The interviewer, a long-time colleague of Young K from his days as a radio DJ, clapped his back in awe. “Just – the musicality, the lyricism, everything came together so nicely. Young K, you’ve outdone yourself, yet again.”

“I couldn’t have done it without the members, of course. We all had a hand in creating this album.” 

“Young K, always so kind; so humble. Tell us,” He leaned in, as though he was about to expose a big secret. The cameras zoomed into the two of them sitting side by side on the sofa, a replica of a cozy living room. “What’s your secret? How do you manage to write banger after banger?”

Young K laughed politely, shaking his head. “There is no secret.”

The interviewer gasped, faking annoyance. “Stop it, tell us! We must know, MyDays want to know – where do you find inspiration to write such heart-wrenching and soul-touching rock ballads? You’ve been told in the past that you write as though you’ve been through multiple divorces – is that true?”

“Hyung!” YoungK laughed at that comment, recounting that particular interview. “You know me well enough to know that I have not, in fact, been married or gotten divorced.” 

“Then how? We are all at the edge of our seats, dying to know. Those words, those lyrics – they must come from somewhere.”

“Well, if you must know…” Young K mulled over his words as comfortable silence fell between them. The soft instrumentals from their title song played in the background as he thought carefully about his response. “I consume a lot of media. Books, movies, videos, poetry… Everything inspires me. I take time to immerse myself in art so I can draw inspiration from it and create my own art. Of course, the members and I bounce off each other’s ideas and energies as well. Even something as simple as a walk in the park or a trip to a café can bring about unexpected scenes that can be inspiration for a tune or melody, which can eventually become a song on one of our albums.”

“Wow…” The interviewer clapped his hands in amazement once more. “Of course, as expected, you’re a true artist. Although… is there really no one special in your life that inspires you to write these songs? A girlfriend, or a crush, perhaps?”

“Hey…” Young K tutted, playfully shoving his colleague. “Like I said, you know me, there’s nothing like that.”

//

Your scissors rested heavily against your palm as your fingers carded through her hair, re-evaluating the length with great consideration. 

“Eonnie!” Your current client, Seulgi, gasped. “Isn’t this…”

Her words trailed off as she raised her phone towards you. 

The moment you laid eyes on the video, you hushed her. 

“Ah, so it is him…”

“Seulgi, please, you need to stay still, otherwise the cut will be uneven.” You muttered, your mood turning sour at the slightest mention of him.

“With you as my stylist? I don’t believe it. You’d never let me walk out of here without my hair looking absolutely immaculate.” She retorted. “How long has it been, a year?”

You gently fixed her posture before picking up a chunk of hair on her left side, diligently snipping away to give her face-framing layers. You mulled over her question, purposely making her wait. Sometimes you regret confiding in her. The lesser people knew about whatever happened between you and Young K, the better. “Hmm, a year and a bit.” You responded nonchalantly.

“Do you still think of him?” She asked, full of curiosity. She was half-paying attention to Young K’s live-streamed interview, half-listening to your replies. 

You considered this for a moment. It was a hard question to answer. In some ways, you had moved on. Your waking thoughts were no longer consumed by him. You took down the shared photos stuck on your fridge. Your head no longer turned at every indication of a customer walking through your salon’s doors, hoping that it would be him. You could finally listen to Day6 songs without having to skip over his parts.

And yet…

You still kept his unopened messages in KakaoTalk, unwilling to delete them. His hoodie from the previous world tour occupied a permanent space in the very edge of your closet. The bungeoppang vendor in front of your salon never stopped asking about ‘the tall, handsome young man’ whenever you bought a bag of red bean stuffed-pastries on cold winter days. You had to walk a different route every morning towards your bus stop to avoid the convenience store you frequented together on one too many late date nights filled with soju and ramen. Even now, as the harsh winter transitioned into spring, you couldn’t bear to throw away the plane tickets you kept from your trip to Jeju two autumns ago.

“Y/N eonnie?”

“Hmm?”

“I think he’s talking about you.”

You scoffed, combing through Seulgi’s soft locks.

She persisted. “I’m serious – didn’t you two go on that trip to Jeju? He’s talking about it now.”

//

“I love travelling, but personally for me, the purpose of the trip really matters. Say, for example, a trip I take with the members for a performance is vastly different to a holiday.”

“Of course, that makes sense. You can relax properly on a holiday because it’s not work.”

“Yes, and that’s not to say that I don’t enjoy touring and seeing MyDays from all across the world. But the intention is different. There’s a lot of things on my mind when I’m on tour – do I have all my music equipment? How am I gonna play this particular song, or what adlibs should I do for this performance? Questions like that constantly pop up in my head, and it’s hard to quiet them down.”

“Yes, you want to perform and do your best.”

“Exactly, but the trips that I take for leisure, that is my true healing time.”

“You mentioned going to Jeju?”

Young K nodded, pausing for a drink of water. “Yes.” 

“Tell me about that trip. What did you do? Did you still think about music?”

“Well, it was very healing. In fact, it was one of the only trips I’ve taken in the past few years where I could truly let loose and be myself. I think that’s why I could come back and write all these songs.” Young K admitted. 

“Ah! So you wrote songs for this album on that trip two years ago?” The interviewer asked, intrigued. 

Your breath hitched, fingers pausing its work on Seulgi’s hair. 

“Not all of them, no. Since the start of Day6 I’ve realised how important it is to be constantly writing, constantly thinking of new songs, to ensure that we have melodies ready, on the go, that we can pull out at any time. So subconsciously, I’m always thinking about music.”

“Wow, as expected of a talented musician like yourself.”

Young K laughed it off humbly. “No, but seriously, it is so helpful to have a few melodies in the arsenal. Inspiration can strike at any time, and an unfinished melody could turn into a song at the drop of a hat.”

“Right, it’s almost like it was waiting for the right timing to come into fruition.”

“Yes, and that happened to me several times in Jeju.”

“Which songs did you finish on that trip, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Bits of the title song were written in a little hut next to the sea.”

Your breath hitched at the mention of the hut you stayed in with YoungK. The linen bed sheets, your tangled bodies, the smell of fresh saltwater and lingering scent of Hallabong oranges – the memories crashed over you in relentless waves. You set your scissors down as you and Seulgi watched YoungK’s interview with unwavering concentration, hanging off every single word. 

“So we have Jeju to thank for this wonderful title song! Anything else?”

A sad smile flashed across Young K’s face. You blinked, and in the next second, it was gone. Young K, ever the camera-trained idol, buried his true feelings and memories under layers of professionalism.  

“Songwriting has several stages to it.” Young K explained matter-of-factly, eyes wandering into a distance. “Melt Down was already near the stages of completion, and only needed a tiny push to get it over the line. Other songs like Help Me Rock&Roll had started a long while ago, so I brushed off the dust and progressed it further.” He paused for another sip of water. “She Smiled and Still There… I didn’t finish them until much later, but you could say they were conceived during that trip.”

The interviewer let out several gasps, praise after praise falling off his lips at Young K’s talent and creativity. As the conversation meandered towards more mundane questions such as Day6’s touring schedules and their plans for the upcoming year, you found it harder and harder to listen to his voice.

“Eonnie…” Seulgi’s voice was soft. 

She set her phone down and handed you a tissue. Unknowingly, your cheeks were stained with fresh tears. “Ah, thank you, Seulgi…” You always had your suspicions that those songs were related to your time together, but hearing him admit it out loud triggered an emotional response deep within you. 

“What happened?”

“Honestly… I don’t really know.” You sighed deeply. “Things just kept getting in the way. He’d be busy, and so was I, and we kept fighting over the same things, over and over again. Until one day, I just… I don’t know. I stopped answering his messages. And I guess he stopped trying to reach me.”

“Oh, Y/N…”

“I messed up, didn’t I? I’m so messed up…” You dabbed the corners of your eyes before they were filled with another round of tears. “I let him go…”

“No, it’s not all your fault. Relationships go both ways. If anything, he’s equally as responsible.” Seulgi reminded you, pulling you into a comforting hug. “Also, it’s never too late to fix your mistakes.”

You hiccupped, lips forming into a pout. “Isn’t it?”

“Of course not, look.” She nudged you to watch the television which was coincidentally playing the highlights from Young K’s interview that just ended.

The timing was immaculate. 

“Tell us, Young K, do you have any advice for those who resonate with your songs, especially the heartbreaking ballads? What do you hope MyDays will take away from your songs?” The interviewer asked his final questions. 

“Comfort, of course. We hope that Day6 songs can provide comfort to anyone out there who is hurting.” Young K turned to look at the camera with a sincere, piercing gaze. “No matter what happened in the past, just know that you and that person both tried your best. Sometimes things don’t work out for various reasons – perhaps it’s incompatibility, or maybe it’s timing. Call me a romanticist, but I believe that love conquers all. We have a song called The Power of Love, don’t we? Time heals all wounds, and maybe with a bit of luck, everything will turn out okay. Until then, Day6 and our songs will be right here with you.”

Seulgi shook her head at her fellow idol in mock disbelief. “I can see why you fell for him, he has such a silver tongue. Even I was convinced – and I work in this industry!”

“Me and all the other MyDays, I’m really not that special when it comes to vying for his attention.” 

“Are you joking?” Seulgi laughed at your denial. She cocked her head towards your phone, buzzing in front of the mirror. “You owe me 5 bottles of soju if he just texted you.”

You rolled your eyes, fingers shaking in trepidation as you picked up your phone. 

// 

[12:09pm] yk: hey, i know it’s been awhile. sorry it took me so long, but what are the chances that you’re free tonight?

[12:09pm] y/n is typing…

[12:10pm] yk: dinner’s on me.

[12:10pm] y/n is typing…

[12:11pm] yk: and drinks

[12:11pm] y/n: ok

//

“I should’ve bet more soju!”

“Aren’t you supposed to stay off alcohol before your comeback?”

“Who cares? There are other more important things in life, like seeing my best friend and genius hairstylist happy.”

[whumpisgoodwhumpislife]

Whumpcember day 6

Please stop

Content: defiant whumpee, shock collar, burns

- What is that ? I'm not wearing that thing. No way.

Whumpee scooted back to the back of the basement, his zip-tied wrists and ankles making the movement difficult. He ended up falling helplessly on his side, watching with dread as whumper approached. His captor was smirking, as he held the thick, black collar with both hands.

- You'll look good in it. And I'm sure it will help to improve our relationship too.

Whumpee didn't like what these words implied. But his struggles were useless, and soon enough, the heavy collar was locked tightly around his neck, almost compressing his throat. He glared at whumper, trying to maintain his composure.

- I don't know what you're trying to do, but it's not gonna work on m-

His words were suddenly strangled in the back of his throat, and his whole body convulsed violently. As soon as he had regained control of his body, he started tugging frantically at the zip ties holding his wrists behind his back.

- You're a madman ! You can't do that, let me go ! I'm not a godda-

This time, whumpee had time to scream, a broken, agonised wail before his head slammed back against the ground. It took longer for his muscles to stop jerking uncontrollably. And he felt like his throat was on fire.

- Stop that ! Stop that, it hurts !

Whumper chuckled.

- Not very convincing.

He could feel the electricity surging through his body, burning everything in its path. It was agonising. He felt like he couldn't breathe, his throat tight and raw from the screaming. Another glare at his captor was all it took to get another wave of electricity. And another. At that point he barely managed to choke out the words:

- Please... Please stop. Please.

@whumpcember

[faunandfloraas]

certain contingent of minsungers have been having an absolute time over the 2min duet since it was announced, just freaking out about it, lee knows being forced to do this, minsungs being oppressed, etc. etc. seungmin's an evil villain, lee know hates him etc. etc. want so bad was suppressed blah blah and the thing is- im not shocked, ive seen this behaviour for ages now and i expect it. whats offending me at this point is no one ever mentions han and seungmin's dynamic. like okay be a lunatic and hate seungmin and freak out about lee know writing a song, fine- why does han never rate a mention? why does respirator and its sweet little lyrics never rate a mention if we're talking about unit songs. also respirator was the song the company wouldnt release for a yr and both han and seungmin had to repeatedly bring it up so lol cmon now han and seungmin are cute enough to rate a mention, put a lil respect on seungsung now.

[yyprompts]

#32 🌙❤️🤍

day6 inspired?

"Don't go to work today, all I wanna do is stay at home and be lazy with you."

"I blame you for everything that went down, because you don't even care, do you?"

"I'll try my best to accept and care for you while you're mine, trust me this time."

"I'm being serious about this, why are you holding back laughter?"

"Your mouth is like a loaded gun, and you never stop shooting out garbage."

"For someone so innocent, you sure are trigger-happy..."

"Thought it would be cute to have so much paparazzi ogling me and have a legitimate excuse to stay in my home 24/7, but damn, is it too late to quit celebrity life?"

"Are you the next person in line to ruin my life?"

"Feels like I'm always going head-first into danger, but I like it."

"Your head doesn't spin knowing I like you but ignoring it anyway?"

[aquilathefighter]

Domaystic 2025

Day 6: Sports

Title: I'm Playing for Keeps (on ao3)

Caitlyn and Viktor watch as Jayce and Vi play a co-ed game of rugby. Caitlyn interrogates Viktor on his crush. When the team wins, she is proven right.

Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply, Jayce/Viktor (League of Legends), Caitlyn & Viktor (League of Legends), Jayce (League of Legends), Viktor (League of Legends), Caitlyn (League of Legends), Vi (League of Legends), Sports, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Rugby, Crushes, First Kiss, Background CaitVi, Pining, Basically cait and viktor thirst over vi and jayce playing contact sports, Jayce is a Sweetheart (League of Legends)

Words: 640

@domaystic

[whumplump]

Day 6 of @whumpcember 2024

Prompt: “Please stop”

CW: drowning, sadistic whumper

The night before, Whumpee had dreamed of the sea. The sea was a beautiful sight, even on cloudy days when the wind stirred the waves and the water didn't seem ready to receive guests. Still, Whumpee believed that the water, in particular, was beautiful.

Except when they were submerged in it.

The image of the sea was torn from their head, as their own head was torn from the bucket of water. Whumper watched them struggle to catch their breath with a satisfied smile on their face.

In addition to the burning in their lungs, Whumpee also had to face the pain of their arms tied behind their back and their knees placed on the ground for several minutes without rest. Each time they were released from the water prison, it became more difficult to beg.

“Please… stop… I—”

Despite tasting those pleas coming from Whumpee's numb throat, Whumper didn't let them finish and sank their head back into the bucket, also satisfying themselves with the visible despair as soon as the captive couldn't breathe.

[brianskangs]

(230915) YOUNG K x NOTHING BUT

[librarisxng]

writing my faith perfume review and I think this is my most unhinged review yet.

[kabie-whump]

❆ Whumpcember Day 6: "Please stop." ❆

Dasher's under a lot of pressure as the team's leader, and she has a panic attack.

⋆❅*𖢔𐂂꙳

Dasher leans heavily against a tree, her breaths coming sharp and short. Her chest aches, tight like it’s being crushed in a vice. Her heart hammers in her chest so hard that she could swear it’s about to burst from her chest. Nearby she can hear the faint laughter of Donner, Comet, and Dancer chasing each other around, their skates scraping on smooth ice. 

She’s supposed to join them. This is supposed to be fun. But she just got finished talking with Santa and while the big man acted like everything is fine she can see through it and she knows he’s stressed, knows that it’s because the team can’t pull his sleigh anymore and what if Christmas doesn’t even happen this year and it’s all because of her team?

Dasher bites her lip hard, shaking the thought out of her head. She can’t focus on that right now, not when she’s supposed to be keeping an eye on her team and making sure that they don’t fall through the ice or get dismenbered by wolves or something. 

The voices of her friends sound distant, like they’re underwater, and Dasher’s chest aches.

Something’s wrong. This isn’t normal.

She stumbles back towards the village, making her way inside and heading for the infirmary. Donner, her unofficial second-in-command, can keep an eye on them. She needs to make sure she’s not having a heart attack. 

Dasher finds Cupid sitting at a desk in the infirmary, writing something on a long sheet of parchment. He looks up as Dasher enters, his expression jumping into one of concern.

“Dash? What’s wrong?”

Dasher tries to answer but no words come out - just a shallow gasp. She clutches at her chest, leaning heavily on the wall behind her.

Cupid is on his feet in an instant, guiding Dasher over to a cot and helping her fall onto it as her legs wobble dangerously. “Sit,” he commands gently. “What happened? Where does it hurt?”

Dasher shakes her head hard, still unable to piece together an answer. “I- I can’t- breathe-”

“What happened?” Cupid asks again, looking her over. He takes her pulse with two cold fingers on her wrist, his brow pinched with confusion.

“Nothing happened,” Dasher pants. “I just- can’t breathe- I’m dying.”

Frowning, Cupid continues to check her over. “You’re… You’re not dying, Dash.”

Dasher looks up at him sharply, disbelief written across her face. 

“I promise,” he reassures her, “you’re not dying. I think you’re having a panic attack.”

Dasher freezes at those words. “What? No,” she gasps, shaking her head again. “It’s not- it’s not just in my head…”

“It’s not just in your head,” Cupid agrees, his voice taking on a low, soothing tone. “Your body is having a very real reaction to a perceived theat. But you’re safe, Dash. You’re safe. Look at me.”

Dasher hesitates but forces herself to meet Cupid’s warm brown eyes. His gaze is grounding, steady, and for a moment it cuts through the haze of panic Dasher’s been lost in.

“Breathe with me,” Cupid says slowly. He demonstrates, taking even, exaggerated, breaths. “In through your nose. Out through your mouth. Match me.”

“I can’t,” Dasher says, still clutching her chest. “It’s too much. Please stop - I can’t-”

Cupid’s hand rests on her shoulder firmly. “You don’t have to be okay right now, but you do have to breathe. Just take it one breath at a time, okay? I promise you can do this.”

Dasher squeezes her eyes shut, forcing herself to focus on Cupid’s voice, on the slow pace of his breaths. It’s not easy at first, but she wills herself to copy him until her own breathing finally evens out and the fog finally clears.

Her voice shakes when she finally speaks. “I’m supposed to be better than this. I’m-”

“Don’t,” Cupid interrupts gently. “Don’t apologize. Being our leader doesn’t mean you have to be invincible all the time.”

Dasher lets out a broken, shaky laugh, wiping at her damp cheeks. “I’m falling apart. If the others see me like this…”

“They won’t. Not if you don’t let them. But Dash, I think maybe you should.”

Dasher glances up at Cupid, raising an eyebrow. “Seriously?”

Cupid nods. “You’re our leader. You’re always there for us when we need help, but we never see you struggle. It’s inspiring to see that someone as strong as you needs support too, y’know?”

Dasher nods, tears spilling freely, and when Cupid pulls her into a hug she doesn’t push him away.

⋆❅*𖢔𐂂꙳

Tags: @whumpcember@sapphicccici

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[dropthedemiurge]

WIP Tag Game!

RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you like!

Tagged by @doyou000me and @fairylokai, thank you guys<3

In a Chaotic Lawful author's style, I usually upload stories on AO3 as soon as I write them, no regrets :D But I have some ongoing long fics and half-abandoned stories that I just need to get excited about again so... Maybe someone will be still curious to learn more (or get future snippets :])

Fanfics

Make NPC Happy/Game of a Misfit (aka NPC Supremacy Zone) - Love for Love's sake ot3 (all chapters after 6)

bros before hos in love with the bros (aka Magnetic Hearts) - Bad Buddy ot4 slowburn (chapter 12 and forward)

burning ice - Donghee/Hotae, post-canon Time of Fever

hold each other's hands - Kawi/Pisaeng, aspec exploration

in the room with scarlet curtains - Junhoe/Jinhwan, supernatural dream AU

Waterfall in the Sky - B.I pov AU, healing after depression (webtoon)

It snows in my heart (aka Free Spirit) - Boston in USA, meeting SandRay, Only Friends post-canon fix-it fic

Dream Wrapped in Gold - MorkDay, Last Twilight AU, other chapters

Meet me, Death - KanThua, supernatural grim reaper AU

Young and Menace - Not Me x Law of Attraction, Black and Todd interacting with Tinn and Chan

Not Me, Not You, We Switched Places - Not Me x Eclipse, Yok and Akk switch universes

Paint My Life Orange - FirstKhao AU (interactive visual novel)

Originals

Fire Ocean Orden - supernatural/superhero, found family, finding yourself by overcoming unfortunate gift of powers (characters based on iKON)

Bird of Color - steampunk world, art vs engineering, rebel

U MAD - urban magic, rebelling against capitalism and politics (not me style), found family

The very touch of you corrupts - coming of age, identity navigation, MLM, Ace Guy/Allo Guy (Trans)

It was fun checking out my drafts and remembering stories I wanted to work on! I should really focus on my original stories... but they are easier for me to write in a form of fanfic (even before turning to webtoon or visual novel) so that's why a few original stories are in the Fanfics section for now xD

If anyone's curious about some specific story, ask me! I'll find a snippet ^^

Tagging without any pressure my fellow discord sprinters @wereflamingo, @welcometothelairofthebitchking, @xagan, @ablazenqueen, @thepancakelady :]

[sxfterhearts]

misjudgements

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ non-idol!dowoon x reader ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

♡ genre/warnings: angst

♡ word count: 645 words

♡ author’s note: based on a true story (not me processing my thoughts by writing a fic about it smh)

//

“don’t do this.”

“what?”

“dowoon,” you said his name as gently as you could, but it still sounded like a warning.

the boy in question looked at you, his eyes piercing as it tried to read you. the lighting was dim, the air polluted with the smoke of cigarettes, and the crowd pulsed and moved along with the deep, vibrating bass. 

“noona,” he called weakly, barely audible amongst the music in the club. his grip on your waist faltered.

you pretended not to hear him, banging your head to the latest beat chosen by the dj. it was easy to ignore him and his wandering hands when you were perfectly sober, despite the numerous drinks and shots you shared throughout the night. 

well, you supposed one of you had to have their heads below the clouds on a night like tonight. 

and that someone was definitely not dowoon, judging by the way he swayed to the music, almost limbless.

you briefly wondered how you got here; how the night unfolded like this. what started as a simple get-together at dowoon’s place with a group of friends, led to kick-ons at the club, and one by one, his friends left. only the two of you remained.

your heart squeezed in your chest. dowoon was a dear friend, and you knew he was hurting. it’d been less than half a year since his first relationship ended, and it scarred him deeply. dowoon was never one for many words, let alone words about his emotions or feelings or anything of that sort, but during a sacred moment in the backyard as you passed your vape back and forth, he admitted that things were not easy. in fact, it had been absolutely gut-wrenching. to go from being with someone and loving them and living with them and taking care of them - to now living on his own, in a tiny apartment, with no one to go home to. 

so you listened. you let him talk, let him get it out of his system. you acknowledged his words and provided a few words of comfort where necessary, but mostly gave him the space to express what he’d been holding inside. 

you thought you were being a good friend.

but perhaps, it was not the right move.

thoughts swarmed your head as you found yourself alone with him in the dinghy club. somehow, his hands found their place on your waist. and when he noticed your fringe falling over to cover your face, his warm fingers moved to push it away, and lingered.

you knew what he was thinking. even in the deafening backdrop of early 2000s pop music, you could hear his thoughts, as clear as day. you knew it was just a split second of misjudgement, a stroke of luck, and dowoon actively seizing the opportunity in front of him. he must’ve thought it would be easy; convenient.

but you didn’t want it. and you didn’t see him this way. sure, he was a dear friend, but nothing more than that. you cared for him, and wanted him to be happy and healthy and well, but not like this - not with you. 

which is why you gave it your all to ignore any of his advances for the remainder of the night. 

you could tell, as he walked him home, that dowoon had a pout permanently plastered on his face. he probably took it as a rejection.

but that’s not how you saw it. you hoped, at least, when day breaks and the hangover dissipates, that he realises that you were doing both of you a favour. 

so you bob along and laugh with him as he hums an off-key tune in the middle of the night. you can’t find it in you to hate him for what he did, or almost did earlier. perhaps you were too forgiving.

[shuuenka]

haino band au

oh who's that? bassist and vocalist flirting on rehersal?

[faunandfloraas]

When will seungsung return to me with another acoustic rendition....

[evilwriter37]

HTTYD Fandom Week Day 6

@howtotrainyourdragonweek

Prompt: Free Choice - Childhood Memories

Rated: teen

Warnings: past bullying

Relationships: Dagur/Hiccup

Word Count: 1,208

Summary: Hiccup and Dagur are on their honeymoon, and Dagur wants to wash Hiccup’s hair for him. Despite how Dagur’s changed, Hiccup can’t help but think back to the time that he tried drowning him.

[poisonschild]

Jasico Week- Day 6

Rating: GA

Words: 2673

Type: completed oneshot

Description: Oh. They wanted him to bring a partner. A date.

“But I’m dating Nico. You guys know that.”

It was a risk to lie like this. But if he insisted this information wasn’t new, then they couldn’t make a scene.

“Right,” his father said after a long moment of silence. “You go ahead and bring your partner to dinner..."

Jason has the brilliant idea of having Nico pretend to be his boyfriend for his dinner with his parents. It goes about as well as you would expect.

Written for Jasico Week 2024.