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yeyejie · 11 months

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Fading Footsteps

Characters: Yesung x Reader Synopsis: Cold winter winds may erase the warmth of our love, but the echo of fading footsteps will forever linger, reminding us of the beauty we once shared.

A/N: it's my first time writing a kpop x reader fanfic, so be nice haha. feel free to let me know what you think of the story too. :D

As the wind whispered through the streets of Seoul, a sense of melancholy filled the air, matching the weight that rested upon your heart. You sat alone at the familiar corner table of your favorite cafe, the place that held countless memories of laughter, whispered promises, and stolen kisses. But tonight, the atmosphere felt different—tinged with both nostalgia and an impending farewell.

You traced your fingers over the rim of your untouched cup, your mind drifting back to the early days when your love was vibrant and hopeful. Yesung, the one who had once ignited your soul, had become a distant presence in your life. The road you had traveled together had grown increasingly treacherous, filled with bumps and bruises that left wounds in your once unbreakable bond.

Though Yesung believed in the enduring strength of your love, you could no longer find solace in the promises you had made. The flames that once burned passionately had dwindled, leaving behind only fading embers. The realization pierced your heart, for you knew that it was time to release the grip that held you together and set each other free.

Tonight was the night you would confront Yesung, your fates intertwining one final time before parting ways. The thought of severing the ties that had bound you for years was both terrifying and liberating. With every passing moment, your determination solidified, and your resolve grew stronger like the snowflakes threatening to fall outside the window.

Yesung was away, lost in the rhythm of a neighboring city's music festival, unaware of the storm brewing within you. He had promised to join you as soon as his last performance concluded, unknowingly stepping into the final act of your tragic love story.

As the minutes ticked by, your mind wandered between the echoes of memories and the anticipation of what lay ahead. You knew that tonight would change your lives irrevocably, leaving scars that may never fully heal. But you also held onto a glimmer of hope, believing that this painful ending would pave the way for a new beginning—a chance for both of you to find happiness on separate paths.

With each passing second, the weight of the decision grew heavier, yet you steeled yourself, ready to face the inevitable. You would bid farewell to the warmth of your shared memories, embracing the cold reality of a future without Yesung by your side.

Tonight, as the snow threatened to fall upon the city of Seoul, you braced yourself for the final chapter of your love story—a chapter that would forever alter the course of your lives. And in the silence of the cafe, you whispered your goodbyes, both to the man you had loved and to the person you used to be.

As tears welled up in your eyes, a bittersweet montage of memories played like a film reel in your mind. Each scene flickered before you, capturing the happiest moments you and Yesung had shared, intertwined with the painful fragments that had chipped away at your love.

You saw yourselves dancing under the moonlight, laughing, and spinning in each other's arms. The sound of Yesung's laughter echoed in your ears, his voice like a soothing melody that once filled your world with joy. But the image quickly shifted, morphing into the arguments that had grown more frequent; the words exchanged were like daggers, piercing deep into your hearts.

There were nights when you curled up together, seeking refuge in each other's warmth and finding solace in whispered promises of forever. The tenderness of Yesung's touch lingered on your skin, igniting a fire that burned passionately. But those moments gave way to the coldness of silent resentment, when affection turned into indifference and every touch felt hollow, devoid of the love it once carried.

You recalled the adventures you embarked on, exploring new places hand in hand with hearts full of excitement and wonder. The world seemed brighter and more vibrant in each other's company. But the scenes blurred into the nights you spent apart, waiting anxiously for Yesung's return and feeling the distance between you grow wider with each passing day.

Amidst the memories of laughter and tears, whispers of "I love you" filled the air. The warmth of those words enveloped you, reminding you of the deep connection you had once shared. But those echoes were overshadowed by the harsh reality of hurtful exchanges, where the love that once bound you had become entangled in resentment and unspoken frustrations.

As the montage reached its crescendo, the weight of it all bore down on your fragile heart. The love you held for Yesung was undeniable, but love alone could no longer sustain the toxicity that had seeped into your relationship. Despite your resolve to end things, the pain was still searing, tearing through the remnants of a love that had slowly crumbled.

In the solitude of the cafe, your emotions broke free, with tears streaming down your face as the floodgates of heartbreak opened wide. It was a cathartic release, a cleansing of the wounds that ran deep, a mixture of sorrow for what was lost and relief for what might lie ahead.

The snowflakes continued to fall gracefully upon the city of Seoul, casting a serene blanket of white upon the bustling streets. Amidst the wintry beauty, you sat alone at the cafe, your gaze fixed on the picturesque scene before you. The city's ethereal charm, once captivating and enchanting, now serves as a painful reminder of the stark contrast within your heart.

An hour had passed since your arrival, and though your tears had ceased, traces of your sorrow lingered in your reddened eyes and the occasional quiver of your breath. As you watched the snow dance and settle, you couldn't help but resent its beauty, for it seemed to mock the tumultuous emotions swirling within you.

How could something so tranquil exist when your own world felt shattered?

Lost in your thoughts, you battled with conflicting emotions. Doubt crept into your mind, tempting you to reconsider your decision. The weight of what lay ahead bore down upon you, causing another wave of tears to well up. The empathetic gazes of strangers lingered upon you, their unspoken understanding a poignant reminder that pain and heartbreak were universal experiences.

Suddenly, a familiar figure emerged through the snowy haze. Yesung, still adorned in his stage outfit and remnants of stage makeup, approached with a radiant smile that seemed to illuminate the wintry night. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight, a bittersweet mix of love and sadness flooding your being. This was the moment you had been dreading—the moment when you would shatter Yesung's joy with your painful truth.

Your gaze met his, and for a fleeting moment, the weight of your shared memories, both blissful and agonizing, enveloped you. Yesung's smile faltered ever so slightly, as if sensing the heaviness in the air. You could see the confusion and concern etched on his face—an unspoken question hanging between you.

In that frozen moment, you knew you couldn't turn back. This was the right decision, however heartbreaking it may be. With a deep breath and a resolve fortified by love and self-preservation, you steeled yourself for the conversation that would forever alter your lives.

The snow continued to fall, and your meeting point was a stark juxtaposition of beauty and pain. Yesung and you stood on the precipice of an ending, your paths diverging in the bitter cold of the winter night. The weight of your unspoken farewell lingered, as if the city itself held its breath in anticipation of your next steps.

This scene encapsulated the ache in your heart and the profound contrast between your heavy emotions and Yesung's radiant facade. It served as a poignant reminder that sometimes, even in the most picturesque moments, beauty can mask profound sorrow.

As the hours passed, you made a conscious decision to bury your inner turmoil and immerse yourself in a facade of normalcy. Sitting across from Yesung in the familiar confines of the cafe, you put on a brave face, determined to cherish these last moments of blissful ignorance.

You smiled at him, your eyes filled with warmth and genuine affection. "How was your performance? I bet you were amazing as always."

Yesung's face lit up at your words, his excitement evident. "Ah, it was crazy, I tell you! The energy from the crowd was electrifying. I couldn't have asked for a better audience."

You chuckled softly, your heart aching at his genuine enthusiasm. "You always know how to captivate the crowd. You're a true artist."

He leaned back in his chair, a satisfied grin playing on his lips. "Well, I always give my all on stage. It's where I feel most alive, and I'm glad I can share that with the fans."

As you gazed into his eyes, you couldn't help but see the passion and dedication that fueled his performances. Kanghoon was not just an entertainer but a charismatic artist, with a soul that poured into every note and lyric.

He reached across the table, his fingers gently grazing yours. "And how was your day? Did anything interesting happen?"

You took a moment to compose yourself, your voice steady as you replied, "Just the usual. Work, errands, and the mundane But being here with you makes every day extraordinary."

Yesung's smile widened, his eyes shining with adoration. "You have a way of making the ordinary feel extraordinary, my love. Your presence brings so much joy to my life."

You couldn't help but be swept away by his charm and the sincerity in his words. It was moments like these that made you question your decision and doubt if you could really walk away from this love that had once been everything.

But deep down, you knew that love alone couldn't fix the cracks that had formed in your relationship. The battles, the pain, the toxic cycle you found yourselves trapped in—it was taking its toll on both of you.

For now, you chose to embrace the fleeting moments of tenderness, basking in the warmth of Yesung's company and the echoes of what once was. In this fragile bubble of normalcy, you held onto the illusion of unbroken love even as the weight of reality threatened to shatter it.

The cafe embraced your whispered conversations and laughter, oblivious to the storm of emotions raging within you. As the night wore on, you couldn't help but wonder if this fragile respite was the calm before the storm, the final chapter of a love story reaching its heartbreaking conclusion.

But for now, you held Kanghoon's hand, cherishing the moments that slipped through your fingers like sand, knowing that the hardest part was yet to come.

As you walked along the illuminated path by the Hangang River, the vibrant rainbow lights casting a mesmerizing glow, you felt a lump form in your throat. The time had come to confront the truth and lay bare your heart.

With a deep breath, you suddenly halted, your hand gently grabbing his arm. He turned to you, surprise etched across his face, but that quickly transformed into anticipation as you leaned in for a passionate kiss. It was a rare display of public affection, a momentary defiance against the constraints that bound you both.

The kiss lingered, filled with longing and bittersweet intensity. Yesung's heart raced, his thoughts consumed by the rush of emotions flooding through him. But just as he began to lose himself in the connection, you pulled away, your tear-stained face a stark contrast to the moment you had just shared.

He looked at you, concern and confusion mingling in his eyes. "What's wrong? Why are you crying?"

You took a shaky breath, searching for the right words amidst the torrent of emotions swirling inside you. "Kanghoon-ah, my love, do you remember that night when we first met? It feels like a lifetime ago now, doesn't it?"

Yesung's brows furrowed, and his voice filled with gentle reassurance. "Of course I remember. It was a magical night that changed our lives. I can never forget it even if I tried."

Tears streamed down your cheeks as you recalled the memories that shaped your relationship—the highs and lows that led you to this moment. "Yes, it was magical. But somewhere along the way, we lost sight of the magic, didn't we? We let it slip through our fingers, and now... now it feels like we're holding onto something that's already broken."

His expression shifted, realization dawning upon him. "Are you... Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

You nodded, your voice trembling with sorrow. "I've tried, Kanghoon-ah. I've tried to salvage what we had, to ignore the pain, and to fight for us. But I can't anymore. We've become tangled in a web of hurt and misunderstandings. I don't want our love to be a battlefield, where every step we take is filled with landmines waiting to explode."

He reached out, his fingers brushing against your cheek, desperate to hold onto what was slipping away. "Please, my love. Don't give up on us. We can work through this. I'll change; I'll do whatever it takes to make things right."

Your voice quivered as you struggled to find the strength to let go. "Oh, Kanghoon, it's not about changing who we are. It's about accepting that sometimes love isn't enough. We've tried, and it hurts me more than words can express to say this, but it's time for us to find our own paths, to heal and grow separately."

His eyes pleaded with you, filled with a mix of desperation and determination. "But I love you more than anything. Can't we find a way back to each other?"

You hugged yourself, your body shaking with silent sobs. "Love is a powerful force, Kanghoon-ah, but it's not always enough. Sometimes, we need more than love. We need understanding, trust, and the ability to make each other truly happy. And right now, I can't honestly say that we have all those things."

Yesung's voice cracked as he reached out, his fingers intertwined with yours. "Please, don't leave me. I can't bear the thought of losing you."

Through your tears, you whispered, "I never wanted to hurt you, Kanghoon-ah. But I can't keep hurting myself either. We need to let each other go, so we can find happiness in our own separate ways."

As the silence stretched between them, the weight of their unspoken emotions hung heavy in the air. Yesung's mind raced with conflicting thoughts and emotions, unsure of how to respond to your impending farewell. He couldn't bear the thought of losing you, yet he knew deep down that your happiness mattered above all else.

Finally, breaking the silence, your voice trembled as you found the courage to speak. "Thank you, Kanghoon-ah, for everything. I'll always cherish the moments we shared together, from the simplest gestures to the grandest adventures. You gave me a glimpse of a world I never thought I'd be a part of. For that, I'm eternally grateful."

Tears streamed down your face as you continued, your voice laced with both sorrow and determination. "I'll miss you more than words can express. There may come a time when I'll regret this decision, and my heart might ache for what we've lost. But right now, I truly believe that this is the best choice for both of us. We deserve to find happiness, even if it means walking separate paths."

Yesung's eyes mirrored your pain as he desperately searched for a way to change your mind. "Please, give us another chance. I can fix our relationship; I know we can. We've been through so much together, and I still believe in us," he pleaded, his voice filled with a mixture of hope and desperation.

But your decision was final, and you shook your head, your voice firm yet filled with sadness. "I appreciate your love and willingness to try, Yesung, but we've reached a point where it's best for both of us to move on. You deserve to find happiness, even if it's not with me. Open your heart to new possibilities and allow yourself to be happy."

Tears welled up in Yesung's eyes as he realized the depth of your resolve. "I... I understand," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'll respect your decision. But please know that you'll always hold a special place in my heart. The memories we created together will forever be cherished."

The bittersweetness of your conversation hung in the frosty air, a testament to the depth of your connection and the difficulty of your parting. You stood there, facing the uncertainty of the future, knowing that your lives would forever be intertwined, even as you walked separate paths.

With a heavy heart, Yesung made a request. "Walk away first, please. Give me some time before I turn around. I want to remember you as you are, before you fade away."

And so, you obliged, taking slow steps backward until you were out of his sight. As Yesung turned around, tears continued to flow down his face, his heart shattering with each passing moment. He gazed in the direction you had gone, knowing that this marked the definitive end of your relationship.

In a broken voice, Yesung cursed under his breath, the words lacking the sting they once held. "Damn you for hurting me like this," he whispered. Deep down, he knew that his love for you would never waver, even in the face of heartbreak.

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dearweirdme · 2 months

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I know you're a relatively new fan, Rain so this isn't aimed at you or anyone who wasn't here then or took a different stance than the one I'm calling out (including OP if it applies) but I wonder where all these voices where when we were calling for a boycott when Bang decided he was going to piss all over BTS work with the UN and take BTS to Saudi Arabia to help participate in the whitewashing of crimes there, especially those towards Yemeni people who BTS were campaigning for one minute and dancing for the benefit of princes and politicians committing atrocities against them the next.

Where have y'all been since then? What's keeping y'all from talking about and calling out that, even now?

If we're going to do this then can we at least expand the moral outrage to everywhere that it applies? Because the decision over Saudi would have been the prime time to cut the monsters head off before it got too greedy and gained too much power but it was near impossible to have our voices heard back then without facing vitriol, doxxing and abuse.

I really hope this boycott works, I do, although I fear it's too little too late at this point because this fandom in general already sent Bang PD a big fat message that anything goes when they shut down protest over Saudi Arabia.

HYBE doesn't give a flying fuck about our opinion because they know they don't have to. I don't judge anyone who feels like the machine is too big at this point or that protests and boycotts won't land where they should and hurt the people they should because its ARMY who have already long laid the foundation for that kind of perspective and not only built the sandpit for men like Bang PD but guarded the gates for him to play in it. Now I see a lot of blame shifting towards newer fans who came into this shit already jaded and knowing what kind of company they were dealing with and at a time when that company has already grown way out of control because fans who had a better chance of forcing a difference before HYBE got to big for their boots didn't want to act.

So if you're a fan reading this or responding to these asks who was in the fandom back then and weren't calling for the same response or are STILL not acknowledging what it meant for BTS to perform in Saudi Arabia then you're a hypocrite and you are in no place to be throwing stones at glass houses now about how people do or don't act. Not until you accept your own responsibility, at least.

And I know y'all hypocrites exist because I've seen some very familiar names on socials calling for action now who were very active in telling the rest of us to shut up and stop complaining then.

And if you were here for the Saudi controversy but are surprised now then I fail to see how because the writing has been clear on the wall since then that Bighit, HYBE and everyone behind the BTS machine were never willing to put their money where their mouth is and the charity work was performative, from the company perspective at least.

If you really got shocked and swerved over Palestine and HYBE getting into bed with the likes of Sc**ter B*aun then you haven't been paying attention to exactly who you've been giving your money to all these years since.

You've already been helping to expand HYBE's greed and influence and whitewash genocide in Saudia Arabia with every album or bit of merch you've bought since. Sc**ter didn't infect HYBE with some sort of 'not giving a shit' disease...birds of a feather flock together. That's how the entertainment industry works in general. If you're looking for clean hands or wholesome billionaires then you're looking in the wrong place. You might as well boycott everything you own and consume that isnt produced by a small or independent business. If you thought that's what you were getting with HYBE even before Sc**ter then...lol.

If y'all want to criticise, try accepting your own complicity and inaction in letting it get this far in the first place.

I personally haven't been buying BTS content for a while now because I don't agree with HYBE's corporate model but if you are one of those people reading this and seething on your Apple Iphone, writing a response from your Apple Mac Computer while sipping a Pepsi and wearing your fave sweatshop sweatshirt that you bought from Amazon who were telling us to sit down and shut up when it came to Saudi Arabia then I hope you are feeling pretty shitty right now because what HYBE has been allowed to grow into and is beating people with an even bigger stick is partly your own fault so who TF are you to criticise anyone from your perch when you had a much clearer perspective of their long game?

Hi anon!

Thanks for this contribution. Army has its own history aside from BTS, and it’s way harder to grasp that in its entirety because it’s not documented clearly (as opposed to BTS).

On this note I’ll leave this discussion for now.

#fandom shenanigans #things to consider #is that bts is not Hybe’s only source of income #and chances are #that hybe is already making a plan for who they will push to the front next #seeing as BTS is already in business for longer than ten years #which is already really really long for a boyband #and also #change often really starts to happen from the inside #and i’ll bet a whole lot on members going to be playing important roles in the future of kpop/music #they will be the people who take over when the conservative ones have gone

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