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synopsis. I put my miscellaneous playlist on shuffle and attempt to write drabbles for Seventeen members based on the song

tag(s)&warning(s). gn! reader for all, ALL OF THEM ARE UNEDITED (and could kinda be read as they're still idols but also not idk)!!!! s.coups⠀✦⠀lack of communication, established relationship, not really angst but discussion of breaking up, s.coups is pathetic and a fool in the face of love, it's sweet really ; jeonghan⠀✦⠀fluff, mentions of alcohol and drinking, domestic on objects (he beats up an oven 😔) ; joshua⠀✦⠀fluff, reader is sick, established relationship ; jun⠀✦⠀one sided love, unrequited love, weird ass couch metaphor (idk) ; hoshi⠀✦⠀real life "what are we?", fluff

from vyon. this is just a writing exercise because i have another angsty prose oneshot in the works; it's artist!xu minghao and muse!yn, idk why i always tend to write angst when it comes to prose oneshots but ohwell, also, my writing is heavily reliant on extended metaphors and the likes so take everything i write with a grain of a salt

،،̲ ﹕Choi "Dark Red" Seungcheol ❟﹗ ❲416 words❳

Unfortunately for you both, Seungcheol was completely ready to abandon his pride and beg you to not leave him. Something about your relationship recently was filling him with dread━ how you were pulling away from him, how it felt like you had retreated back to the shore after leaving him unable to control the directions of his body against the sea. The sick feeling of anxiety continued filling him with everytime the sea crashed against his back, sending him upwards above the waterline and high enough to see your back on the shore, walking back towards the comfort of your towel and the shade your umbrella offered. Seeing your back facing him and the sea felt like you had left him in the mess that you two had made home for so long, the slimy seaweed wrapping around his feet and tugging, tugging until his head was underneath water and his last breath was wasted on calling your name even if you couldn't hear him.

Maybe he was overthinking, high chances were it was not about him or your relationship in any way possible. Maybe it was work related, family issues, an argument with friends, but whatever it was, it was affecting you two. Your withdrawal from the relationship mentally felt horrible, it felt like impending doom, like watching a lie you've told previously blow up in your face with no way out. Maybe Seungcheol should've had a mature discussion with you about whatever was bothering you, whether it be about your relationship or not but in hindsight, you couldn't make him think that you were going to break up with him and expect him not to fall to his knees, cradling your hands close to his chest like your fingers were the chambers of his heart.

Unfortunately for you both, Choi Seungcheol was not a man that let his pride get in the way of important things━ things like you. So when you're casually talking about how hard things have been lately, and how you want to stop doing everything and just get on a plane to anywhere, it's only natural that Seungcheol slides off the couch you're both lounging on. It's only natural that his face is contorted into one of extreme hurt and caution and when he says, "don't give me up, please don't give up," continuing on even when you're ushering him up, eyes blinking wide confused, "honey, I belong with you and only you," you should've seen it coming, he thinks.

،،̲ ﹕Yoon "Thinkin Bout You" Jeonghan ❟﹗ ❲774 words❳

It should've been impossible for you to find Jeonghan more attractive than you already had been since you two met but somehow, it was happening. The living room had yet to be cleaned up, a lot of the snacks previously opened had been folded over and stacked on the low coffee table, empty soju and beer glasses had all been redirected to the kitchen, and there are a few miscellaneous arms and feet sticking out from underneath blankets, pillows in your peripherals. You shuffle around the shadows, trying your best not to step on anything that: a) might be a person, b) might be food, c) might be a wrapper, and thank the stars that Kim Mingyu had stuck himself with the group of boys that made teasing him their vocation. The house–warming party for whom you've forgotten through all the alcohol, unsurprisingly, turned into a drinking party when half of the boys had decided that nothing makes a good gift like meat and alcohol and so commenced the long night of bottomless samgyeopsal, kimchi, and beer mixed with soju.

The light of the kitchen is already on, sounds of smacking and grumbling becoming clearer as your vision does the same and you walk past the threshold and into the room. With his back turned towards you, Jeonghan is hovering over the oven with one hand leaning on the counter and the other pressing the buttons of the oven that you guessed wasn't working by the way he was repetitively pressing it. You silently find amusement in watching him struggle with working the thing until he curses, smacking his palm against the surface and you accidentally let out a loud 'ha!'. Yoon Jeonghan should look worse considering what time it is, how much alcohol he had earlier but he doesn't. Or maybe he does but you're too biased to notice or maybe the dream you've had previously wherein Jeonghan was stood amongst a field of flowers, the petals unable to rival the softness of his eyes made it impossible to think anything negative about him. Maybe it was hard to see Yoon Jeonghan in your dreams, watered with heaven's clouds and taking in nutrients from the same Earth that omce saw to the great Heracles with the sun dawning upon his features gracefully like he were the centre of the universe, and think that anything could make him unappealing to the eyes.

"Yn," he whined as you move to the oven, obviously stepping in to help him with it. You glance over the pot of water, the unopened ramen on the counter beside you, and when your thumb pressed down on the button, it turns on with a chirpy beep. "How'd you get it to work?" Jeonghan peeked over your shoulder, unconsciously pressing himself into your side with his fingers perched on your shoulder.

You mumble something hardly intelligible when you're met with Jeonghan's lightly flushed cheeks from the alcohol previously. He seemed to understand you well enough though because his eyebrows furrowed and he smacks the oven top again. "I've been clicking that thing forever."

Somewhere inbetween your delirious half asleep state and your alcohol induced zoning out, you managed an amused smile before you slip away to the corner of the kitchen where the kettle is to make yourself tea. A quiet humming of life begins in the kitchen, you slide over to open a few cupboards to look for cups and Jeonghan was where you once stood in search of chopsticks. He finds the metal utensils before you find anything that could even function as a cup, your eyes wander over to the bubbling kettle as you wonder if you even wanted tea that badly but a sound from Jeonghan makes you stop.

Infront of you, on the counter, there was a large mug. Painted in the colour of an eggshell, round with a strip of brown running around the bottom. You glance upwards to see Jeonghan grinning at you; it's a simple action, something you could do to a stranger in the street but your heart is suddenly seeping with love, the colour and flavour of Yoon Jeonghan flooding the liquid in your body until you were a murky existence tainted with your feelings for him. Between the alcohol and you still being half asleep, you hope the words are as unintelligible as you heard them to be. "I can't stop thinking about you."

But when you finally get the courage to glance at him in search of a reaction, the large grin on his face, green tea with sickening adoration, you know that he's heard you well enough.

،،̲ ﹕Hong "Heavenly" Jisoo ❟﹗ ❲395 words❳

The door creaks softly, you hear the background noise of your friends slip into your bedroom before the door shuts again. Feet sounded gently across the floor, getting louder with each step and closer; the intrusion of someone makes you whine, not wanting to get out of bed. You make an attempt to burrow yourself deeper into the duvet, the scratchy pillow, rolling over to the middle of the bed where you believed yourself to be untouchable. A gentle hand feels over your reddened face, mouth open as you panted slowly; Joshua's pinky ring provides a little coolness that you find pleasure in. You still seemed a little out of it, eyes open deliriously before they taken in the blur of colours that is your boyfriend.

He's frowning, you think, as he mumbled something about your high temperature underneath his lips. "Hey you," he called out softly when he catches you with your eyes open. His hair is a little messy and he carries a faint smell of food with him. You shuffle over to where he's sat on the bed, leaning your head up to burrow your face into his stomach. "You feel any better?" He asks you as you shake your head.

The light from the morning hours catches in your curtains; the lullaby of the rain against your window calls you back to sleep; Joshua's hands wipe away the hair that's stuck to your forehead, resembling streaks of paint on a canvas. You clear your throat, "are you not going out today?" You managed to ask, your tongue odd and heavy in your mouth.

Joshua hummed a 'no'. Your head moves away from his stomach, looking at him with furrowed eyes. "If the boys knows I left you alone at home sick, they'll force me home anyways." He defended like it was the only thing keeping him from leaving.

You have no energy to try and force him to go, a smile on your face as you pushed yourself back into his stomach. Joshua asks you if you need anything, indulgent and caring as he hears your breathing slow down a little. You shake your head, parts of your hair stabbing through the fabric of his pyjamas bottoms and meeting the skin of his thigh in ticklish kisses. He smiles before bending down awkwardly and pressing a kiss onto your head.

،،̲ ﹕Wen "Strawberry Blond" Junhui ❟﹗❲508 words❳

There's a patch of bleach on the back of your couch— it's the size of Wen Junhui's head and takes the shape of your heart. It's ruined your couch but sometimes, you like to sit there methodically and lay your head against the mark. You don't know how long it sat there, burning through the colours of your furniture until it left its mark; you didn't even realise it had happened until Vernon had pointed it out when you were about to sit down.

"What the hell—" You looked up, annoyed at your couch being ruined but your eyes land on Jun and he doesn't seem guilty at all. His face is straightened, shrugging. Seungkwan is there to help you calm down (because you think you were also annoyed over something else that day) and Dino offers to help you look for a new couch but that's too time consuming and expensive so you decided to get comfortable with your ruined couch.

Living with a ruined couch isn't all that hard. It becomes the norm to see it there, you can't remember what your couch looked like untouched and pristine; it doesn't really affect your life until someone points it out or Jun's head is there, covering it up perfectly. He stands up and reveals the mark again and your heart aches in your chest. Sometimes, it's disbelief that takes you when you're forced to become witness to the lightened leather of your couch, how had he managed to sit there without you noticing, how you didn't even notice when he moved and you sat down to take his spot, how you had simply accepted that you weren't going to get a new couch.

Life continues on, even with the stained couch in your home. Your friends also become normalised to it— when Jun is not there, they laugh at you and the way he had pressed his head against the leather chamber of your heart and bleached through muscle. They make pictures out of it, create characters with whiteboard pen and draw over the varying colours of splotches and wipe it off so they can do it again. They create fantasical stories from it, smiling and laughing and they spoke a world where Jun was always there to cover up the mark as he lived beside you into existence.

You're greeted by the boys one day, outside your apartment with a girl. She's stood with Jun and moves in slowly, cautiously. She doesn't notice the bleach material of your couch as she sits down and leans the back of her head against it. Your friends look at her cautiously, at the glimpses of the ruined headrest they can see and then they look at you. Vernon tells you that Jun was somewhat interested in her, Seungkwan pats your back with a smile, and Dino asks you, once again, if you want a new couch.

You say no, once again. It's too expensive, too time consuming. You think it'll stay with you until the end of time.

،،̲ ﹕Kwon "Tren Tinh Ban Duoi Tinh Yeu" Soonyoung ❟﹗❲414 words❳

For Hoshi, some of the lines that restricted platonic love from romantic love blurs together. He hugs like he's making an attempt to crawl into your heart, he presses kisses on your skin like he's falling from the skies and it's the only thing tethering him from hitting the floor distastefully, he cuddles like you're an iv drip, keeping him alive and you're forced to breath out the reading of his heart beats.

It's something that used to be confusing to you, who held the two separate, sacred in their own ways but his friends are somewhat similar. Between the group of thirteen, there are unspoken rites that they keep to show live to each other in way that mixes the two together and so as you get closer to them all, you become more accustomed to it.

When Hoshi treats his friends like this, however, it's hard to try and scramble together an understanding of what he sees you as. Before you met his other friends, you thought— believed— that he held romantic feelings for you; he never brought them up however so you were left trying to stitch the pieces together into a shaky puzzle. The pieces are forced together into an ugly picture, the colours don't match and the lines are all erratic. You finally meet his friend group, so full of love for each other, and the puzzle falls straight through your hands.

"You okay?" A head lowered to your shoulder, Hoshi is stood behind you with your other shoulder held tight in his hands. You smiled, leaning your head onto his for a second before you're straightening up and he takes a seat next to you.

Your eyes glanced around the room— you won't deny that there's a part of you that wants him to push a little more towards romantic showings with you but. "I'm fine," you breathed a soft sigh as your eyes sparkled.

When you landed on the belief that Hoshi liked you, it led you down the path of slowly formulating a specific love that you held only for him. You thought Hoshi liked you so your mind pushed him past the lines of platonic love into the spotlight of romantic.

For Hoshi, you're stood somewhere between the stages of platonic and romantic love but that's enough for now. You're happy with it. (Plus, even Jihoon thinks that the love Hoshi keeps for you is a little different than the love he extends to them.)

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vyainide · 2 years ago

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synopsis. After you meet your bestfriend's girlfriend, you feel content with your decision to give up your feelings for him━ nevertheless, it hurts all the same.

warnings. gn! reader, angst, unrequited love, onesided crush, highschool besties, non idol au, hurt/kinda comfort?

from vyon. not edited at all!!! sorry ab it. anyways, vyon angst debut :D hello to all the followers i got from my svt crack oneshot, i think it's funny that this is content im posting after that but this has been a wip longer than the reddit confession 😸 ❲trc blew up so i might make it a short smau or smth, maybe after i get a few more chapters of npc out❳

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It's strange to say you felt relief when Lee Seokmin introduced you to his lover, the love you had for him cracking like rusted 18th century armor. Over the years of knowing the boy, you've been collecting pieces of him to fill yourself up━ immature and eager to have him in any way you could, romantic or otherwise. Every platonic exchange that frequented between you two was churned into hope that you held carefully in your palms like water from a running stream and gulped down like air, it's not surprising to you nor anyone that knew the two of you that you drank yourself into sickness. You can't say for sure when these feelings started, all you know now is Lee Seokmin, who has forced you to don your love for him like a metal suit so that you are safe from his attacks even though your bones ache and creak with every move. Lee Seokmin, who you are so full of want for that it oozes out the cracks of your armour and turns silver to rust, making it hard to move.

Lee Seokmin, who was known to everyone as akin to the sun. In the way that his entire face would shift through phases when he'd smile until he was practically beaming, his personality made to soak in the imperfections of those around him and break it apart to reflect it back in ways to be loved. Something as mundane as your name leaving his mouth is spoken in a way that you've never heard: dusted in gold, dripping with ichor, punctuated with the breath of a shooting star━ like the sun, you remember, just like the sun. Syllables making up your name orbited around him as everything of yours did as soon when they left his mouth, letters forever strung into a line and stuck in that heliocentric orbit until gravity wastes away.

"Y/n━" He speaks your name and it's the first time it's ever felt so empty, stripped of its previous greatness; your name has lost its shine, turning from silver to a copper, turning flesh into colours of zombie-ish hues. ❲Still, there's something inherently freeing about this moment.❳ Then he shifts to her, his entire body moving just to accommodate his eyes to her in her great entirety and even with just a glance, he's already beaming. '"━ Eunhye," the way he says her name, you have to imagine its the way the sky has always encompassed the sun, taking on its light even at the risk of burn. Her name is one you've heard several times, in both passing and long anecdotes when Seokmin would share intimate stories of the two of them on their latest endeavours. Her name leaving Seokmin's parted lips is different to the way he says yours each syllable of her name making his lips open in an exaggerated, twisting his tongue into the oddest shapes just so he could have the taste of her name on his tongue for longer. Her name leaves his lips and then he, the sun, starts orbiting around the word that encapsulated her being, you can see it in his eyes now━ even though you're the one he's meant to be speaking to. His lips are tugged into a smile directed towards her, he stands with one arm prominent on her waist and you can't help but stare until he calls your name again.

Eunhye is pretty, she has that softish air about her that you think suits Seokmin; her eyes are round, her lips are pink, she has long hair━ you don't know what else to think other than she's pretty. You smile and extend a hand, repeating your name to her. She takes your hand, breaks out into a similar smile and then her name is spoken for the third time; you test it in your mind, chanting it slowly so that you can try to speak it as pretty as Seokmin does.

"Eunhye, it's nice to finally meet you," the words feel like a breath of fresh air and her name is awkward around your swollen tongue, there's an itch that grows on the roof of your mouth when your tongue hits it to say her name, it shoots down to your throat and lodges somewhere near your heart. From then on, Seokmin is uncharacteristically quieter as he lets you two get to know each other, often chiming in with comedic comments that embarrasses either of you or to defend himself when your conversation derails to stories about a much younger him, from either high school or from just yesterday. Eunhye is not someone you can hate━ you can practically feel why Seokmin fell in love with her to the point that you're frustrated.

If he was the sun, she had to have been the sky; everything about her was simply mundane. You won't deny that she was a girl with boring visuals, perfect to the point of blandness but once you fell in love with her, you irrevocably fell. You could only imagine that Seokmin fell in love with details that made her up, her sweet gestures, how easy it was for her to care for someone who was a mere stranger only an hour prior. Walking around aimlessly with her felt like you were meeting up with an old friend you had not seen in a long time, awkwardness and shyness contaminated your every word and interaction but still, you were full of affection for the girl. It's nice that Lee Seokmin had found a girl that suited him.

The day you meet Eunhye━ the day you decide to give up on your feelings, is a day comfortably slotted right in the middle of spring. That time where the trees have completed their transition from winter, where the flowers that have died the year previous have began to blossom again, shedding beautiful colours amongst the sea of green, where each unbearable ray of sunshine is accompanied with a gust of wind and the shadows of never stopping clouds. Far away from it's last cycle of winter and its next. It's the same as every other spring, with its vague brightness and warmish days all bleeding into each other, accompanied with the voices of friends and their laughter.

By the time the hour is over, you have not a single thing to hate about Eunhye from the way she stomps her feet when she laughs and covers her smile to the way she is uselessly stubborn and made Seokmin physically carry you off into a corner whilst she paid in that cafe you guys rested at. The close interaction between you and Seokmin made you flush━ how natural it came for him to simply touch you as if you were his, how your arms instinctively snapped around his to keep yourself safe as you were dragged away from the counter. The intimacy of it all made you feel guilty but when Eunhye returned and her and Seokmin shared another look, you knew you were nothing but an overactive fool. Because Lee Seokmin does not see you any more than a friend and Song Eunhye knows, she relishes, in that fact; she knows you are no competition to her and that's why she had turned around and simply laughed when she saw Seokmin's arms around your waist as you tried to wrestle your way out of his hold.

He's never been one to shy away from physical touch, it comes to him all too naturally like he was made to hold another person; it was all comfortable to him: holding hands with people he was walking with, hugging anyone whenever he felt a burst of emotion from either himself or them, to even repeatedly patting someone as he laughed, he seeked out touch in the same way the rays of sun would seek out the earth━ maybe that's why Eunhye didn't care too much about the way you two were wrestling. Either way, he's always been like that.

It was during highschool that the two of you met, spring it was. Except you remember this spring so much more vividly, full of beautiful flowers all the same but always drowned in rain; even on days where the rain would ease up for the sun, it was impossible to ignore the puddles that had collected on the paths, the roads, how sunshine would split into halves as they reflected off the droplets that hung from leaves. On the day that you and Seokmin met, it was not a day where there had been an allowance for the sun. The sheer amount that it rained that day led you to the belief that God had been trying to drown you; it had interrupted the cram school session you were at, your head turning towards the windows as the other students did, gasps falling out their mouths and eyebrows creasing as they thought about the way back home in the unforgiving weather when the rain began a faster, harsher descent, like it were trying to unearth something. The sound of thunder cracking against the asphalt interrupted your thoughts, a frown displayed on your face as you substitute mathematical expressions in your mind for the rounded corners of your walk home, worrying over the possibility of getting wet and sick over the missing 'x' plastered all over your work sheet. You pray for the rain to ease up for the journey.

Your prayers are not heard. By the time cram school ends, it is still raining heavily and you are holding your bag under your blazer, stuck at the door of the building where you've yet to become a victim to the weather. Several of your classmates were smart enough to have umbrellas stuffed in their bags or absent-minded enough to always leave an umbrella in their bag from the rainer seasons or were comfortable enough with the adults in their life that they'll call anyone they know with a car to come and get them. Maybe Lee Seokmin was sent your way as an apology from whatever greater entity there was out there for the shitty day you'd been having━ the idea of it honestly makes you laugh. You're still stood outside the building of your cram school, looking out uselessly into the street as rain continued splattering the puddles infront of you and seeping through the split of your shoe and its soles.

The sound of his shoes hitting against the pavement melodically make a nice beat with the rain, thudding against the asphalt, you'd soon learn enough about him to know it's strange that such a bright human would make such a good baseline with the dreary blues. The first time you meet Lee Seokmin drenches your socks in rain water; he skids to a stop right infront of you, his feet striking the large puddle you've been entertaining yourself with for the last ten minutes. Watching the sole of his boxy school shoes send a dramatic ripple through its body and breaking droplets away it as the small bullets of water attacked everything around it━ including your feet.

"Oh━" The stupid sound that leaves you when you feel the water seep into your shoes replayed in your head again when you look up to see the boy who has just half drenched you. He apologises so profusely that you start to get annoyed and then suddenly, you are no longer alone as the rain continued splitting the earth open.

Your eyes slowly move over to the boy stood beside you, attempting to wring all the water out of his shirt. Water clings to his hair like the sea swallowed the hues of the setting sun, stuck to his temples and forehead like streaks of fresh paint. Unconsciously, you follow the tracks of a water droplet that falls from the hair that's curved so that it has fallen onto his nose and slides down the steepness of his nose. It catches at his cupid's bow and you think it's stuck there for a second before it moves again, taking his face as an amusement park of slides until he puckered up his bottom lip; you watched as his bottom lip moved over the top, effectively catching the rain water and you accidentally snort.

The sound is just as noticeable behind a hand, you can see his embarrassed smile in your peripherals. Though maybe embarrassing himself was enough to make him feel comfortable around you because he somehow shuffled his way from the little corner he'd huddled himself into to the middle, closer to you and further away from the rain. Your eyes glance over just to check what he was doing and then quickly snap back to ahead of you when he thinks to do the same as you.

"Horrible weather, huh?" He speaks for the first time without lowering his head repetitively.

You can't help the way the corners of your mouth began tugging upwards at his attempt of conversation, "you don't have to make conversation, y'know." And then you find there might be something wrong with you because you suddenly have enough confidence to tease this guy like you've known him a while when you couldn't even answer a question in a class full of people you've known for years. If someone had passed you two now, they might have thought you were friends.

The guy doesn't seem embarrassed, "but I should be allowed to, no?"

The answer leaves you impressed, eyes blinking wide as your lips tugged downwards into an amused smile. "Sure," you shrugged; you're still talking to this boy like you have a immature crush on him and you're trying to impress him and the thought of it later that night when you're in bed will make you want to rip it your hair.

"Lee Seokmin," he timely introduced himself. His head turns to you, his entire body swivelling so that he could dedicate his entire front to listening to you introduce yourself.

"L/n Y/n," you indulge in the strange boy whom you felt the strange need to impress. The urge doesn't ever stop, it grows and grows, hitting against your bones and dribbling through the system in your body that was meant to carry your blood. It had started off with tickling your feet, the sand uncomfortable between your toes until Lee Seokmin continued his reign in your life and completely drowned you with the need to always impress him.

By the time you truly are fortunate enough to get know Lee Seokmin, the time you spend with him is but a constant of needing to impress him━ not because he is just an attractive guy on the street that may remember you whenever the rain gets a little heavier and his shirt clings to his chest uncomfortable but because you know him and you want him to know you.

The lie that you don't remember when you fell in love with Lee Seokmin was only that: a lie. In truth, it was a rehearsal for a universe in which you didn't need to remember when you started loving him because it wouldn't have ended, it was you preparing for that pretty fairy tale retelling in which you told your friends that you didn't remember when you fell in love with him, when you came to the realisation he was 'the one'; in a universe in which Lee Seokmin loved you back, you wouldn't have remembered that dreary spring day in which you began loving a boy that would never love you back.

Perhaps the universe had always been in favour of Song Eunhye because her and Seokmin live near each other so you split off at the road with the cofffee shop where you watched the barista try and get Seokmin's number. You cross the road, thinking that you love Lee Seokmin, even though he is currently walking away from you whilst holding another girl's hand. You're on the other side of the street as you think about how much you love Lee Seokmin and you think about how much you'll think of him when it rains, when it's spring, when you look at paintings with texture and remember the way his hair streaked against the tan of his skin. When you stop and turn to glance back at the two, you think about how much you'll forever love Lee Seokmin, even when you don't love him and your affections go towards someone that will love you the way you loved him.

When you turn around to finally go home, you think about a day when the rain will be just rain and spring will be just another season that will pass; you'll think of the relief you felt when Song Eunhye became an obstacle in your affections for your bestfriend. You'd think about the way your lungs swelled with air from the world, turning larger than your heart and you'll remember that the reason why humans don't go staring at the sun is because it will hurt. And finally, instead of thinking that the universe favoured Song Eunhye, you'll remember that the universe loved you the same and could not bear to watch you fall like Icarus. You'll finally, finally take off that rusted armour that you've been wearing to protect your fragile heart from the boy always beside you and fall in love with the way the rain falls on your skin instead.

When that time comes, you'll confidently say that you no longer love Lee Seokmin but you'd still go the long way round to avoid the places you two used to frequent, where everyone who knew you two, knew that you liked him. You'd look down a familiar road and turn around to avoid that ramen shop where the owner's daughter knew that there had to be something going on and would press even when you two corrected your relationship as platonic, where you two had been forever immortalised as friends and just that.

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