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Kiss Me Again [Christian Yu]

Artist: Christian Yu | Word Count: 2.504

Hello anon, I'm sorry for taking so long! I don't think this is angsty enough but it's leaning more to fluff? Because I didn't felt like writing angst for this request:( Thank you for the support and for requesting darling, I hope you like it<3

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It happened around five years ago, at the backstage of a music show, when you were fumbling with your microphone only a few minute before your performance. The look of panic was all over your face as there was no staff to help, while time continued to slip by. That’s when Barom stepped in, curious of your trouble, and helped fixing the microphone in merely a minute left before your show. You thanked the man and went to the stage, and three minutes later you found him leaning against the walls, eyes wide in amazement after your performance.

And that was when the amazing friendship started, a bond you were so grateful even until now. Being a soloist was pretty lonely for you, especially in your first year. But Barom was always there, despite having five rambunctious and energetic boys to lead. He was there to listen to your awful jokes, random splutters, deep thoughts, and anything that’s making you sad or happy. And you did the same, listening to his dreams in bringing his group to success, being known worldwide, making his parents proud back in Australia, and to learn about cinematography one day. Both of you always tried to be there for each other, despite the hectic performances and limited sleep hours.

But one day, everything spiraled down, and you found yourself staring in shock at the person standing in front of your apartment.

Barom slowly retracted his hand back to his sides after loudly knocking. His eyes were bloodshot, nose flaring, and mouth slightly open as he tried to breathe. The man didn’t care one bit to cover his identity, carelessly displaying his face to public. And by the looks of the situation he was in, deep down you knew today was the dreaded day. You quickly pulled Barom inside your apartment, locking the doors and turning towards the broken man, your eyes questioning him silently.

“They did it, they disbanded the group,” Barom whispered, his voice full of pain, “I’ve failed all of them, (Name), I couldn’t stop this from happening.” Fresh tears started to pool in his eyes and the man wasn’t ashamed to let them slide down his cheeks.

"Oh Barom,” You gasped, feeling the agony he felt transferred to your heart, “Barom, don’t blame yourself! I’m sure you did your very best, and there was nothing left you could’ve done.” Bringing your hands gently to his face, you gently wiped the tears away from his cheeks.

"Please hold me.” The request was simple, and Barom didn’t need to repeat to feel your arms snake around his waist, hugging his bigger form closer to yours. The man leaned in and placed his head on your shoulder, sobbing quietly while you felt your shirt getting damper.

“I let everyone down, I’m putting our fans through a tough time and not to mention ruining our own future!” Barom started, letting his poisonous thoughts slip through his lips, “My boys put so much trust into me, hoping I could prevent this from happening. I made the fans wait anxiously, and they’d wake up tomorrow knowing their group had disbanded. And what will we be next, (Name)? Will the bond our group share die like this as well?” He had stopped crying so you pulled him away to stare deeply into his eyes, those beautiful brown orbs that were full of storms and raging seas.

“Listen Barom,” You started, clearly torn apart hearing his thoughts, “You have done your best, you are the greatest leader your friends could ever have, your fans would respect the decision and will continue supporting you all, there would be stronger friendship ahead, and no one’s future is going to be fucked! If someone were to blame it’s definitely the company Barom, not you. I believe you did well, I believe you tried saving them from this, and you’ve done so well, so stop beating yourself up!” At this point you were getting emotional as well, and you gulped as you watched Barom’s face contort from sadness to realization.

“You really think so?”

“Yes! So don’t blame yourself, please. Because all you did was the right thing. And nothing’s going to change except the fate of the group.” Barom lets out a sigh, the tiredness in his soul carried by the huff of air. You gave him a sympathetic smile and patted his hair affectionately.

“Do you want to stay here tonight?” You offered, knowing the distance to his dorm was far and the night was getting late, “We could watch movies, or play games, or-“

“Actually I have to go, (Name),” Barom cuts you off reluctantly, an apologetic look on his face, “In a few hours.”

“What? Go where?”

“Back to Australia,” The man chuckled, sounding bitter and hoarse, “Mom invited me to come back home immediately, and I thought that’ll be a great place for me to meditate and rearrange my life again.” He looked relieved, and you were more than happy to see the pain subsiding from here. But the answer you got next wasn’t so pleasing to hear.

"How long will you be gone?” You asked, bouncing nervously on the pad of your heel, “And when is your flight?” The confliction in the window of his soul was crystal clear, and you grew more nervous for his answer.

"I don’t know how long I’ll be gone (Name), and I’ll be going in three hours,” Your eyes went wide hearing his answer, quickly looking up to the clock to note his flight was during midnight, “Probably when I’m sure what I’m going to do next with my life. But in the meantime, even though it’s selfish of me to ask this, but could you wait for me? I promise I won’t be long, and I won’t cut any communications with you.” There was hope in his voice and you nodded, knowing without him having to ask you’d wait for him anyway.

“Of course I will!” You answered, trying to smile reassuringly to the man, “Just take care, alright? And know that everything’s going to be fine.” Barom finally grinned that night and hugged you close, telling you how grateful he was for having you around. And that night, Barom parted with tangled arms that don’t want to let each other go and a goodbye kiss at the forehead.

That was two years ago, when Barom was going through the hardest time of his life. He came back later, and proposed the idea of making a group that specializes in visual editing with his friends. The man came back with amazing skills of video editing, and he had not only changed his looks but Barom was much wiser and stronger than before. You were proud and happy for the man, and continued to maintain the unbreakable friendship you both had.

But as the years flew by you felt something more for Barom, and it was something more than just friendship. People would conclude you two were best friends because of all the years spent together, and you both thought of each other like that as well. But not to you, as you started to notice how Barom would teasingly play with his hair, flash that cocky grin towards you, or when he looked good in anything that he wore. You paid extra attention to the words he said, blushing at every usual comment he made about you, your heart beating fast for every hug and kissed being shared. It was weird how you would be an emotional wreck when you’re with him, yet you didn’t want to disappear from his side at all.

And that’s when you realized you’ve fallen for the man you called your best friend. The catch was you were already in a relationship before the puzzles started to piece together, and your boyfriend of six months sensed the sudden change in your attitude, which lead to a not-so-peaceful breakup. You walked through the night, the umbrella shielding you from the rain, your feet taking you anywhere.

After thirty minutes of walk you stopped at a business district, at the heart of Seoul. You closed your umbrella and laid it carelessly outside and quickly made your way inside the building. It was raining hard as summer had officially come to Seoul, as thunders and lightning painted the dark sky. The emotions inside your heart were similar of the weather outside, the heavy pouring rain representing the sadness looming over you. When you arrived in front of an office, you didn’t bother to knock and went inside anyway, knowing Barom would be the only one left at this hour.

Barom stopped the video he was working on and saved his progress, turning his chair to see the visitor that had walked in. He thought it might be one of his friends retrieving a forgotten item from their desk, but he was taken aback seeing you standing a few feet from his table, eyes looking hollow and tired. His heart broke seeing you looking so fatigued, and deep down he had a guess of what had happened earlier.

“Was it your boyfriend?” Barom started, walking towards your spot. You only nodded, feeling your voice disappear when you most needed it.

“Please hold me.” With all the power you had you whimpered those words, and Barom quickly scooped you into his arms, engulfing you in the warmth of his body. When your head lay on his chest and his fingers slowly stroked through your hair, you lost it. It was like a dam broke inside of you, letting the tears that’ve pooled in your eyes fall free to your cheeks. Your sobs were muffled, but the sound was enough to tear Barom’s heart apart. He hated seeing you like this, especially if your boyfriend makes you cry.

“Do you want to tell me what happened, darling?” Barom coaxed, slowly rocking you in an attempt to calm your cries.

“It was my fault in the first place, Barom,” You started, your voice interrupted by hiccups, “I realized just a few days ago that I was never in love with him. He noticed my change of attitude and he was mad, he has all the right to be, but I just hate myself!” The statement that escaped your mouth caused Barom to stop moving his feet, gently letting you go to examine your face.

“So you’ve never loved him all this time?” His question was met by a nod, “And he was the one that called quits?” Another nod was given to him, and Barom could only gulp as nervousness started to bubble inside of him.

Barom searched all his memories, replying every story you told about your ex, remembering how you looked so happy with him and how it tore his heart apart. But now he was left to wander of who you had actually fallen for, and a small part of him hoped that he could be the man. He felt like your friendship with him was something more than best friends, that Barom had tainted his relationship with you with love, and he couldn’t help but ask in his heart if you felt like that.

“To be honest (Name), I don’t think all the fault is at you,” Barom started, rubbing his hand on your shoulders in reassurance, “I mean, you realized this when it’s kind of late, which you didn’t mean to happen, right? Your feelings were clouded for a moment, but I think it’s better if things end now rather than holding the truth from your ex for further time.” His opinion didn’t seem to help you much, as your face was still frowning, like there’s more problem than that.

“Did I say something wrong?” Barom asked hastily, hoping that he didn’t say anything to make things worse. You shook your head, mind suddenly going blank on what to reveal next.

“What? No! It’s just that…” You trailed off, suddenly feeling blood creeping up to your cheeks, “I’ll face the guilt one day. But my feelings for this guy— oh god, where do I even start?” Groaning, you pulled your hands up to your face, trying to cover the blush that’s settled on your cheeks. Barom broke into a laugh, finding your current state cute and feeling warm all of a sudden.

"Who is this guy anyway?” Barom asked, the curiosity getting the better of it yet he felt too anxious to hear your answer. Your eyes widened and they looked terrified, as you gulped and thought of a way to evade the question.

“You really won’t like him, Barom.”

“What? You’re not in love with an old grandpa that’s giving you money, right?”

“Of course not!”

“Or my arch nemesis?”

"No!” You shouted, breaking into a laugh at his accusation, “But seriously Barom, you won’t be pleased to hear it.” You prayed that Barom would take the hint, but the man only leaned closer, staring at you with a glint of mischief in his eyes.

“As long as it’s not old rich hags or my rival that you like, I’m cool with it.” Barom was relentless now, and it was hard avoiding his question when he chose to pester you around until you open up.

With a sigh, you stared dead on to Barom’s eyes, his orbs full of curiosity. And then your eyes moved down, from his pointy nose down to those luscious lips. And without giving much of a thought, you crashed your lips to his, and Barom’s eyes went wide when he felt you soft lips against his. The man quickly grabbed your chin and kissed deeper, and the kiss soon turned passionate, as if you both were waiting for this moment to happen. Barom parted away, chest panting up and down as he stared at your flushed face, finding it hard to believe the bizarre kiss had just happened. The kiss that he waited all this time!

“See? That’s why you won’t like it when I say it,” You started, eyes gazed down to the floor and oblivious to the love in Barom’s eyes, “Because after all these years, I’ve just realized I love my best friend so fucking much! And now I just did something stupid that will break our relationship, and—“

“And I love you!” Your head snapped up, seeing Barom looking at you with so much warmth and love that you’ve never felt before, “Didn’t you felt it when I kissed you back? Didn’t you feel the spark we share during that kiss? I love you too and our relationship won’t change at all!” Your heart sped at his confession, and you felt tears softly trickle down your cheeks but you were smiling wide in joy. Barom himself felt like he was in the clouds, and he gently laced his fingers with yours, feeling that everything was so right.

"Kiss me again, Barom. Prove it to me that you love me too.”

“I’d gladly do so, princess.”

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The Unfinished Track [Loco]

Artist: Loco | Word Count: 2.746

YESS I'm back and this time it's because of Loco's newest album! Do give his album a listen because I can guarantee the tracks are amazing:) Sorry for the long disappearance since I'm busy studying finals, and I hope you'll like this little something<3

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Kwon Hyukwoo was a man of few words, preferring to listen rather than to speak, comfortable enough to observe from afar. He was mostly calm if he wasn’t intoxicated by alcohol or in the middle of a concert, his demeanor somehow keeping him sane until now. He is in his middle 20s, currently single although there were girls throwing flirty glances at him inside the bar.

Right now, he’s seated on an empty seat at the bar, while everyone was excitedly dancing on the dance floor, a large disco ball hovering above them. The vibe was amazing, his friends were all gathered in the club, and the vodka he drank tastes perfect to him, but he was grounded, unable to move. But Hyukwoo’s dark brown eyes moved across the room, glancing at the many faces he recognized, only to stop at the middle, just right below the disco ball. At the center of the dance floor, in the heat of the night, Hyukwoo watched the girl that he loves gracefully move along the beat. It was you, teasingly shaking your hips and banging your head, not giving a care to the world as the music was everything to you.

To say it was a little crush was an understatement, it have been so long since he felt something as strong as this, to the point he could call this feeling actual love. Hyukwoo didn’t remember when or how he was suddenly head over heels for you. Maybe it was when you admitted with glowing eyes that you admire his work, or when you’d help when he’s stuck on the beats, or simply when you’d accompany him through restless nights. Hyukwoo doesn’t recollect clearly due to the alcohol kicking in, but his eyes didn’t break from you.

But then his throat gets caught up, breath hitching as he watched a figure push through the crowd to dance with you, immediately earning a laugh from your red lips. The envious feeling inside him grew bigger as Kiseok held onto your hips, rocking against your body, both of your faces looking in bliss. Hyukwoo suddenly wanted to vomit, his heart clenching painfully at the view. He dawn another gulp, hoping the drink would blur his visions, but his eyes never fail to leave you. Giggling against Kiseok’s chest, while the man let his fingers travel dangerously lower. Hyukwoo finally had enough, and he used the burst of energy to turn the chair around, facing the bartender and the shelf full of bottles.

"Can I have something stronger this time?” Hyukwoo asked, evident pain in his eyes as his lips quivered, “Hit me with the strongest drink, if you would.” The bartender looked perplexed at his attitude, but took Loco’s glass anyway, and coming back a few minutes later with his drink.

Hyukwoo drank in one big gulp, a big mistake he realized the moment the burning sensation travelled across his body, causing him to wince. But the aching was still there, the memory of you and Kiseok dancing was still vivid, and flashes of your conversation with the older rapper added more into his suffering. Suddenly it clicked into him that it was a one-sided love after all this time. All the flirty banter and the cheesy remarks thrown at each other were obvious signs. What was he to the great Simon Dominic anyway? Of course a girl would pick Kiseok rather than him, since the legend is a walking perfection.

"Blondie! I thought you’d save me a dancee?” Hyukwoo almost chocked when he felt an arm slung over his shoulder, pulling him closer as he felt hair tickling his cheeks, “And you’re having all the fun with the drinks?” You sat yourself next to him, leaning close with your head resting at your palms.

"I thought you had quite the fun with Kiseok, I didn’t want to interrupt.” You looked at Hyukwoo as if he was no fun, but the thought of dancing with you and Kiseok was far worse than drinking alone to him.

"You know I’m always up for more fun!” You pouted, crossing your arms in a childish way. Hyukwoo released a chuckle although it sounded hoarse, suddenly swept by your cute act.

Oh was he wrapped around your fingers.

“(Name)!” The shout of your name against the loud music broke Hyukwoo’s attention, as he turned along to the source of the voice. Kiseok finally appeared in front of you, a smirk etched on his face, eyes full of lust that Hyukwoo felt sick again.

"Hyukwoo, there you are!” Kiseok greeted the blonde haired man, patting his back in a brotherly manner, “Why don’t you come to the dance floor with us? Wegun is playing his songs now.” Imagining dancing as the third wheel, awkwardly watching the two collide their worlds, while jealousy boiled inside of him doesn’t seem like something he wanted to do. Hyukwoo cleared his throat and glanced from your shining eyes to Kiseok’s open invitation, but decided to decline the chance.

"I don’t think I can, I feel quite dizzy since the drink’s too strong,” Hyukwoo said, feeling his head buzz but not noticing how your face fell, “I’ll go and take a taxi cab home, you two should go enjoy the night like the others.” As he stood from his seat, Hyukwoo wobbled for a moment, suddenly having no energy in his legs. Kiseok had to hold his shoulders to stabilize him, before looking straight into the man’s eyes.

“Hey, you okay?” Kiseok asked, concern in his eyes, while Hyukwoo noticed you mirrored the same expression as his, “Do you want us to help you flag a cab first?” Hyukwoo shook his head and managed to stood straight, showing the two a smile to assure that he’s alright.

“I’m fine, I can do this,” Hyukwoo laughed in a pathetic way, brushing Kiseok’s hand away, “Don’t drive drunk and don’t take advantage of her, alright?” His last message got a barking laughter from Kiseok and a snort from you.

“No man, she’s cool. You know she’s off limits, so I won’t even try.” The reassurance from Kiseok didn’t seem valid, as how the man circles his arm to your hips weren’t in a good way, but Hyukwoo didn’t have any voice to say his thoughts out.

“I’ll be fine Hyukwoo, I can take care of myself.” Hearing your bright voice and how nice his name rolled from your tongue had somehow changed Hyukwoo’s mood. The man then chose to leave now, taking a few steps back and waving goodbye to the two.

By the time he was inside a taxi, with the car maneuvering through the city and the lights from the building lighting up his night, Hyukwoo knew he was fucked up. There was simply no chance, for the chemistry between you and Kiseok was undeniable. The thought made him sick, and soon tears were freefalling down his cheeks, and he felt more miserable because he felt weak. Hyukwoo suddenly hated everything, hated how he couldn’t have you as his lover, hated how he was so vulnerable because you meant that much to him. Suddenly regret washed over him, the remorse of not being brave enough to ask you on a date, or to confess earlier. Hyukwoo hated how he felt like he had the worst luck, like the universe was against him. And by the time he hit the soft cover of his bed, the pain hadn’t gone away at all.

It was about a week after the incident at the bar was when Hyukwoo decided to work on his newest album, set to be released next month. There would be nights when he just doesn’t go home, using the same pair of clothes and looking disheveled and quite atrocious. He was always companied either by Sunghwa, Jay, or other artists he was working with. Tonight he was working on track thirteen, what he planned to be the last track of the album. The main beat was done, but it was left playing on repeat for two hours now, as Hyukwoo had no idea how to fill it with the lyrics.

As if he was tongue tied, Hyukwoo seemed to have no idea how to express his feelings. His mind kept on repeating the bar scene, reminding him of you and Kiseok, and it made him felt sick and numb. All he wanted was to tell the story, to tell how he felt about all this but no words can’t seem to fathom his feelings. It was like he was floating in space, feeling lost at everything and something that’s vivid was the feeling of his heart breaking.

Suddenly the wooden doors of the studio were knocked three times, and Hyukwoo could only glance at it hesitantly, not really wanting any visitor now. But before he can shout any answer, the door flung open anyway, revealing your form that was grinning up to him.

“Can’t get the lyrics out again?” You asked, shuffling towards the empty chair beside him, “I heard the beat playing again and again, but you didn’t make any sound.” Hyukwoo finally lets out the sigh that flowed with his fatigue, leaning against his chair with eyes full of frustration.

"Yeah, another one of those moments,” Hyukwoo answered, his fingers silently fidgeting as he suddenly felt nervousness inside him, “So, what brings you here?” He asked, raising his head to see your confused eyes."

“I’m here to help! It’s boring listening to the beats and you know I’m way better at compiling words than you.” The remark earned a snort from Hyukwoo, and the man didn’t have the heart to push you out of the studio now. Your company had always been nice, and he’s grown to miss it ever since the incident.

So, tell me how I may be of your assistance?” You started, pulling your chair closer to him and facing the blonde haired man, “What do you want the story for the song about?” He felt himself feeling anxious at your anticipating gaze, and if he was tongue-twisted now, it felt like his lips were sewn shut now."

“Uh, that’s the problem actually,” Hyukwoo stated, his fingers raking against the back of his hair, “I can’t let it out. I feel like I lost my ability to express my feelings, when that’s what I’m supposed to do.” You stared in sympathy, knowing well how the feeling felt and why it happened.

“Is it a bad memory? Is it something a bit too sensitive?” You asked, gently holding Hyukwoo’s sweaty hand with your right hand. Hyukwoo jolted for a moment, and relaxed at the way your thumb caress his skin.

“Kind of, it’s quite heartbreaking. I just want to let the feelings out, you know? It sucks feeling like this, not able to function like you normally do.” The frustration was real in the pleas of his voice, and all sort of thoughts were going in your mind, wondering whatever happened to your friend that made him this distraught?

“Maybe you should close your eyes, Hyukwoo,” You hesitantly said, catching Hyukwoo off guard from his trance, “This is a tip from Kiseok actually, but if you close your eyes and believe that the only thing that exists is you, then maybe you’d be able to speak your feelings aloud. Maybe the words would finally come to you.” The smile on your lips were in the middle of not knowing if it would work and insisting for him to try, and Hyukwoo felt too weak to argue even if it was Kiseok’s damn tips, so he merely let out a hum before his visions were closed by your left hand.

He didn’t felt calmer, in fact Hyukwoo felt attacked, because the press of your soft palm against his face was a strong reminder that he wasn’t alone. Hyukwoo wasn’t in solitude flying through the galaxy, he felt pulled by the gravity of Earth and smacked straight into your memory. He suddenly felt overwhelmed, the memory of the bar not leaving his mind, and he even started to imagine you and Kiseok kissing passionately. His breath felt caught up, his body shaking violently, his hands gripping onto your left hand. You were taken aback by the drastic change, shocked at how Hyukwoo suddenly had a hard time controlling his breath.

"Hyukwoo, are you alright?"

“I loved a girl so much, but she doesn’t love me back, okay?” Hyukwoo weeped, and soon your palm felt moist, and his cheeks were tainted with tears, “It hurts so much because she’s my everything and so perfect in my eyes, but she couldn’t be mine and it’s a constant reminder I couldn’t wipe away!” You quickly pulled your hand away and repositioned them to cup his cheeks, attempting to wipe the tears away, but your attempt was quickly swatted away with Hyukwoo’s hand.

The man looked broken, his glassy eyes mirroring the condition of his soul, full of sorrow. You didn’t know what to do, afraid to touch him and make another bad move, but you wanted to hug him tightly into your arms. How you wanted to run your hand through his blond locks, gently rubbing his back and whispering to him that everything’s going to turn out fine, but it felt like there were walls covering him. And you were lost, not knowing what to do.

“Leave,” Hyukwoo whispered, bringing his hand up to wipe the tears, “Please leave me alone.” Guilt washed over you as you stood up slowly, actually reluctant to go, but Hyukwoo didn’t even look at you, as if hiding his eyes from your inspection. You gulped, pushing the chair away from you.

“I’m sorry, Hyukwoo.” And with that, you walked out of the studio, closing the doors as silently as you could. Moments later, you could hear papers flying inside, thudding sound coming from kicks and punches, and screams of welled frustration painting the studio with a heartbreaking vibe. Inching away from the doorknob, you chose to go home for tonight.

“Did you know that Hyukwoo’s album was supposed to have a 13th tracks?”

“Sorry?”

“Do you know how much tracks are inside Hyukwoo’s newest album?” You asked, nervously staring at Jay. With Kiseok being sick, Jay was your only hope in finding someone to help Hyukwoo, since you can’t seem to help your blonde haired friend.

“In total there’s 12 tracks in there,” Jay answered, brows furrowed in confusion, “And you said it was supposed to have another track? But Hyukwoo only gave me 12, not 13.” You chewed on your lips, silently pondering how you should tell your boss and Hyukwoo’s close friend about this.

“That unfinished track quite fucked him up, Jay,” You whispered, finally having the confidence to talk, “I helped him to tell the story of the song, but that was when everything crashed down. I don’t think I could talk to him about this, since I was the one that urged him to tell me the story. He never felt the same ever since, and I need your help to bring the old Hyukwoo back. He’s really messed up, and I don’t know anyone that can fix this other than you. You’re one of his closest friends, right?” Jay’s eyes were wide, mouth hung apart as he listened to your explanations, as pieces of why Hyukwoo’s been acting different started to show the bigger picture.

And in all honesty, Jay had no idea how he’s going to fix his friend, because he believed only you could fix him. The CEO knew you were the problem that screwed him up, yet the clarity to fix him whole. But how was he supposed to say that when you’re both so clueless and oblivious to the mutual feelings you both shared?

"I… I’ll see what I can do,” Jay said, proceeding to stand up from the sofa he was sitting, “I’ll talk to him later. In the meanwhile, give the guy some space. I’m sure Hyukwoo would come around soon.” And Jay left you, alone with your thoughts, heart hammering in remorse, worried for the man that’s promoting his album in the heart of the town.

You could only lower your head and cry, because you missed Hyukwoo so badly, and the guilt that ate you up somehow made you think the fault if at you. And you couldn’t do anything about it, simply nothing.

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Hiiii can i request a coffee shop AU with dean?? Thank you i love your work💖💖

Hello! I’ve finished your request in my newest post, I hope you’ll like it and thank you for the support

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She Walks in Beauty [Dean]

Artist: Dean | Word Count: 2.548 | CoffeeShop!AU

I identify cafe with books and thus this oneshot was made! I hope you’ll like it anon<3

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Kwon Hyuk hated Monday with a passion, because his uncontrollable insomnia would always act up when he wanted to sleep, and the coffee shop he worked at would be the center of attention for businessman and woman since it was located at the heart of Seoul, giving a hard time for every barista and worker. Right now Hyuk was hanging onto the subway’s handle, blinking every few minutes when he felt himself doze off, because he can’t miss the stop and be late. Hell, Hyuk couldn’t afford to be absent, since he had bills to pay and food to buy. As much as he liked to curl up under his blanket, shielded from the work, he needed work to survive.

It took an hour to step up the café before one of the workers flipped the sign to ‘open’, and people started to flood in, looking as sleep deprived as Hyuk himself as they ordered the strongest coffee the shop got. Some took away simple breakfasts like croissants and cakes, because those people would have suffered if they didn’t eat before consuming the coffee. Hyuk barely moved from the Espresso grinding machine until he realized it was three in the evening, the odd time between lunch and dinner that left the café quite peaceful, a total change from the hectic situation earlier.

He helped his friend to clean the dishes, offering to dry them, when Hyuk heard the door push open. The dark haired barista turned around, catching a glimpse of a girl walking to the cashier. Seeing as his coworker was missing in action, Hyuk quickly set the cups down and dashed to the cashier, making it just in time to muster his biggest smile and take the orders.

“Hello and welcome to the Half Moon Café, how may I take your orders?” Hyuk started, his eyes meeting the most beautiful eyes that pulled him out of the reality for a moment. When he finally snapped back, Hyuk was blinking, trying to push away the look of shock, because oh you were beautiful. The way your hair falls effortlessly, how your eyes seemed to hold joy, and your luscious lips when they twitched into a smile was all it took to make his knees weak. And when he heard your angelic voice, Hyuk knew he was smitten.

“Do you perhaps have anything that’s strong enough to wake me up, but not too strong that it would hurt my stomach? I’m not much of a coffee drinker, and something mild and not too sharp would do.” You described, as your eyes were still on the menu board on the wall, sometimes squinting to read the small words. Hyuk himself had to look up to the menu, humming while he thought of your description.

“Maybe a Flat White would do? It’s made of 15-30% of coffee and 70-85% of milk, that’s the least strongest drink in here,” Hyuk offered, noting how your eyes met his gaze again and looking delighted, “Or maybe you could eat something first before drinking. We have cakes as well if you think croissants are going to make you too full.” And then your attention switched to the range of cakes on the display, and Hyuk noticed how you would lick your lips in thought of eating the pretty looking deserts.

“You know what, I’ll take that Flat White and a Green Tea cake,” You ordered firmly, and Hyuk diligently jotted down your words, “How much would that be?”

“8 dollars, please.”

“Here you go.” Giving Hyuk the exact amount of money, you then walked to the table next to the window, making yourself comfortable as your examined the world outside the café. And then you turned your head, taking in the details of the large coffee shop that was empty. Of course it was empty, everyone was still at work and they won’t be hungry for three more hours, so there’s no reason for people to go here. You went here just because you thought it’s odd to be squeezed between tall buildings. And it served as a cozy café, as if the harsh rigid world outside didn’t exist.

And Hyuk watched from the corner of his eyes, how you would watch your surrounding and indulge in the comfort of the café, and then pull out a book out of your bag. He tried to peek from afar to see the title of the book, because the cover looks familiar to his mind. While he did so, he had almost ruined the small heart he made on the foam, and he sighed in relieve when he didn’t ruin the shape. The coffee was done a minute later, and he decided to deliver your orders himself, having a double reason as to catch a glimpse of your book as well. Hyuk was secretly a big literature fan, especially poems, and he was sure he’s seen the cover of your book before.

“One Flat White steaming hot and made with love.” Hyuk’s voice broke your concentration as you looked up, closing the book and giving a full view of the book’s title to him. And he tried to suppress the yelp of excitement as he gently put your coffee down, because you were reading a book of poems, and from one of his favorite artists: Walt Whitman.

“Oh, thank you so much.” And the bright grin on your face seemed to add fuel to the sudden surge of happiness inside of him, as Hyuk could only flash a smile and walk back to the counter. And as much as he’s glad that he’s a few feet away from you because his heart was beating too rapidly, he was bummed out at himself for not striking a conversation at the perfect chance. There weren’t any customers so it won’t look as impolite, his friends weren’t there to tease the hell out of him, and she was alone! But he decided that maybe it was the best, because he really didn’t want to bother your reading.

Nonetheless, he was hyped knowing you read such a great poet. How Hyuk wanted to go up to you and talk about Walt Whitman, maybe impress you with his wide knowledge of poems, but he didn’t have the guts to do so, and that was enough to hold him behind the counter as he cleaned up the already stainless counter.

While you were reading, you found yourself wondering to the cute barista every time you come over a love poem. Something about the way he holds himself really attracted you in an unexplainable way, as if he had cool appeal to him. And he looked pretty daring, with one of his eyebrows cut in the middle and the messy haircut he has. The most interesting thing about him was when he noticed the cover of your book, as if he was jolting in joy just by seeing it. There were a lot of people that read Whitman’s work, and maybe he was one of his fans. But you found it cute and intelligent if a boy’s into literature, especially poetry. Having a way with words guarantees an easy heart to a woman’s heart, and that was something you can’t deny. And you found yourself smiling into the love poet you’ve come across, occasionally taking glances towards him. He seemed like he was making himself look busy, and you wanted to chat with this peculiar barista, but you didn’t want to interrupt his work.

It was about one and a half hour later, when your coffee and cake is long gone, that you decided to go back home to do your assignments from college. Clutching your book to your chest, you used the other hand to hold the plate and glass, walking to the counter. And Hyuk was still there, his face looking taken aback as you placed the dishes as lightly as you go.

“The coffee was great, and it was perfect for my stomach! So was the cake, it was splendid.” You complimented, your hands growing sweaty as you hold your book tighter, hoping that he would contribute into the conversation so that it wouldn’t end. As much as you have to go home and do your responsibility, you really didn’t want to leave. This young man in front of you, probably a few years older, was a very intriguing human being, and you found yourself wanting to know more about him. Your heart felt something more than infatuation for this man, although you’ve just met him an hour ago, but you felt like you both were destined to meet.

“Oh, I’m really glad it didn’t affect your stomach,” Hyuk sighed, feeling pride swell in his heart as his recommendations was spot on, “I thought I might’ve hurt you there for a second.” He was trying to smile, but he felt so jumpy because of his heart picking up the pace at full speed. Suddenly he felt his senses sharpen as he took in your floral scent, his eyes catching every detail of your pretty face, and the abrupt feeling of not wanting this to end grew bigger. No, he didn’t want this awkward and embarrassing conversation to end, all he wanted was to get to know you more but he found himself tongue tied.

“Well then, I’ll go now. Thank you so much, this café is—“

“Wait!” Hyuk yelped, a bit too loud for his liking, but it stopped you to take a step further away from him, “Y-You have a great taste in poetry! I like Walt Whitman as well.” He was stuttering, and he knew damn well he’s made a fool of himself, but then you smiled widely for him, and that was all it took to calm his nerves down.

“Really? I like him as well!” You expressed, holding the book for Hyuk to see, “I’m a huge fan of literature, especially poetry, and Whitman’s work always pull me back from the world, and it’s a nice comfort from everything’s that going on.” And you rambled on, grinning from ear to ear as Hyuk’s smile didn’t left his lips, and somehow all you wanted was to spit a bunch of words out if that makes Hyuk smile a lot.

“Same as I do! Out of all the literature products in this world, I think poetry is the best,” Hyuk chuckled, and then he stops when he got a brave idea pop inside his mind, “Say, can I read you one of you my favorite poems? It’s not Whitman’s work, but I thought I should share it with you.” He was afraid you would reject, that you didn’t have time, but his offer made you step closer to the counter and rest your elbows on the wooden table, using your hands to support your face.

“Go on, I’m all ears.” You whispered, and Hyuk found himself leaning closer as well, mirroring your action. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes and opened them again to meet the most alluring eyes that hold a lot of stars that got him so lost inside. But he was quick to snap back, and the power your orbs gave him seemed to fill the words slipping past his lips with so much love.

She walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all that’s best of dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes;

Thus mellowed to that tender light

Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

“That was elegant and grand,” You gasped, clearly taken away by the words strung together into a perfect exquisite poetry, “Who’s work was that?” Without you realizing, you had grasped Hyuk’s hand, and he felt his heart rose to the clouds at the contact.

“It was from a poet called Lord Byron, and it’s called ‘She Walks in Beauty’. It sounds nice to the ears, doesn’t it?” Hyuk got an excited nod from you, as you were beaming in glee towards him. He then straightened his posture, suddenly getting another new idea, and dashed towards the kitchen. You were left confused at the sudden outburst, but you stayed in your place, believing he would come back for a good reason.

And Hyuk opened his locker and took out his bag, fishing out an old book that was yellowing because of its age. Grabbing a pencil, he scribbled a few things on the front cover and ran back to the counter, where you were still waiting for him. He then presented to you his most prized possession, and your eyes turned wide when you saw the author of the book: Lord Byron himself.

“I think you’ll like his works, so I’ll let you borrow it,” Hyuk shrugged, shoving the book closer to you, “You’ll know where to find me if you finished this book, and maybe if you want to chit chat about Lord Byron.” He smiled, and it was a genuine one where he hoped you would take it as a way for you to see him again soon.

“Are you sure? I mean, I’ll return it of course, but you’re done reading this?” You asked, reluctantly taking the book from Hyuk’s calloused hand and smoothly feeling the old pages with your fingers. He hummed as an answer, and you looked at him with the same expression he held. And at that moment, both hearts were filled with love and warmth, and you couldn’t help but lean in to give a quick peck to his cheeks.

“Thank you so much! I’ll read it well,” And you took a step back, and then another, thinking that you should call it a day for your heart, since all that it’s done is beat rapidly, “I’ll see you tomorrow, I guess?” You hoped to meet him again, and you gripped Lord Byron’s book tighter, hoping he would give you the respond you wanted.

“Yeap! See you tomorrow, and be careful on your way home!” And as you both waved good bye, you quickly sped away from the café, and when you arrived at the park before the subway, you found yourself jumping in pure joy and screaming your heart out. Fate was being kind for you today, you scored the perfect guy you’ve always wanted, and he seemed to be feeling the same for you! Oh boy you were happy, having fallen head over heels for the charming barista.

And Hyuk was doing the same celebration as you did, raising his fist into the air and yelling his happiness up into the air. It was when his coworkers were back that he stopped his little celebration, but the smile on Hyuk’s face didn’t disappear, and he found himself sleeping peaceful tonight without any stress pounding his mind. It was unbelievable to find the perfect girl that fits his favorite poetry so much.

And you were ecstatic from the message scribbled on the front page. It was an open invitation you would definitely take up to.

Here are some poetry book recommendations for me, and I think you’ll like this since we have the same taste. Here’s my phone number: +82 XXX XXX, maybe you could text me tonight or we’d go book hunting tomorrow after my shift’s ended?:) –Kwon Hyuk

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Can you write a Simon d angst? Like really angst-y with no happy ending?

Hey! I’ve finished your request and posted it in my recent post. It’s a bit too long because I typed too long without realizing the word count, but I hope it’s angsty enough for your need! Hope you’ll like it

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Nothing Will Change [Simon D]

Artist: Simon D | Word Count: 4.236

YES I’m finally starting on finishing the requests but I got a bit carried away that the word count passed 4K words:( Anyways, this is kinda tragic but I’m not sure it’s angsty enough to bring you to tears. Anyways, I hope you’ll like it<3 (P.S I’m too tired to proofread this so please excuse the messy English)

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“Yes! We’ve got the sneakiest singer here,” Jay smirked, as he finally got you in a round of ‘Truth or Drink’, triumph painting his face, “Tell us, you have someone that you like between us all, right?” Everyone seemed to snigger and chuckle as your cheeks turned pink. You quickly grabbed your empty glass and offered it to Mintaek who was in charge of the wine bottles, and he reluctantly poured the liquid which was followed by groans of disappointment from your fellow artists.

“Oh come on (Name), aren’t you going to be brave and share it with us?” Your arm stopped midway before the cup touched your lips, and you smirked at Hyukwoo and dawned the liquid in one go, feeling the burning sensation travel through you. Everyone sighed as they continued the game, as none of them managed to get any juicy information out of you. But you knew from the corner of your eyes that someone wasn’t as put down as the others. And it made fear dawn in you, or maybe it was the wine that was too strong for you.

The game ended twenty minutes later with most of your friends passed out in the couch and floor, leaving you the only one sober and awake. The thought of fresh spring air hitting your face seemed refreshing at your current jumbled up condition, so you wobbled out to the balcony and leaned at the railings, closing your eyes and letting the wind gently caress your face. You hadn’t realized another figure was walking quietly to stand beside you until the said person coughed to gain your attention. Blinking in shock, you turned your head and were faced with Kiseok, looking like he was in a lot of trouble. His eyebrows were furrowed down, and his eyes reflected confliction inside of him.

“That was me, wasn’t it?” Kiseok whispered, as his brown eyes flicker over to you with a look of unsure and fear, “The one in Jay’s question?” The man wasted no time to ask you that, and you have expected this to happen since Kiseok was never a subtle man, but you didn’t expect it to be this soon. The alcohol made it dizzy for you, and you were gaping in both shock and speechlessness.

“Yeah, it is.” You answered, returning to the state of having no words to say at all. Your heartbeat picked up as you could feel Kiseok’s gaze burning holes into you, and being there was devastating for you as all you wanted was to run away. You knew he would never like you back, and you’ve somehow come to terms with that after years of signing with his label. But rejection was never easy, no matter how much you’ve accepted the fact that you’ll never be the one. And as drunk as you were, you could still register that this was real, that this moment will forever bring you pain.

“Look, I’m really sorry to say this (Name), but I only see you as—“

“Nothing, I get it.” Facing Kiseok with a small smile, you tried to stay strong although the words that were about to roll of your tongue was like squirting lemon to your own wounds, “I’ve seen it, I knew you’d never see me in a different way. And that’s okay, and nothing will change after this. We’ll still be friends, and nothing will disturb our artist and boss relationship. This won’t change anything, as I’ll move on soon. I guarantee you.” To say Kiseok was baffled hearing your explanation was an understatement, but your eyes screamed for him to not ask any questions and accept it as it is, so he obliged, it was the least he could do. Although guilt spread through his heart, he didn’t want to make anything worse for you.

“I… appreciate it, really.”

“Well, I- uh, I’ve got to go home,” You straightened yourself, pushing your hair aback so you could see your surroundings despite the blurring vision from your tears, “I’ll go flag a taxi.” And you fled, your feet taking you running down the stairs and away from Kiseok. You didn’t dare to look back, not when you’ve let the tears fall from your eyes. And Kiseok couldn’t move his feat, because the guilt kept him grounded, as he never thought it would all end like this.

As you sat in the taxi, there really was nothing to do expect letting the tears fall, hoping that the pain would ease away, that maybe you would be able to accept the fact more with open arms. He would never love you back, and every time you thought of that it makes the crack in your heart grew bigger. But there was nothing you could do to change this. Nothing will change the fact that Kiseok would never look at you the way you hoped he would.

It was months later, when only a few seconds left until the year changes, that Kiseok found himself in the biggest regret of his life. He had thought of it after your confession, that maybe he could work things out with you. And that’s when he started noticing you more, how you’re always there to help when someone’s having difficulties in beats or lyrics, how you treated everyone like your best friends as they usually come to you to confide in and ask for advices, and he started to notice the brightest person in the world when it was all too late. And it bothered him to no end, and everything seemed to peak in tonight.

The artists of AOMG were having a calm New Year’s Eve party tonight, unlike the many other years spent in bars. But there was still wine to get drunk with, and the small party they have at the base was lit with everyone letting lose. Jay was grinding against a girl Kiseok only recognized as one of his flings, Mintaek and Hyunjung were calmly chatting at the corner, and the rest was dancing hard through the beat of the song.

“I’m sorry I’m late!” Kiseok managed to hear through the loud music from the speakers, as he turned his head to the source of the voice, “It’s a bit hard flagging a taxi when everyone’s out.” And oh was Kiseok taken away. You were clad in a simple black dress that hugged your curves perfectly, yet you weren’t overdressed at all. Kiseok noticed you did extra effort on your hair as they fell in loose curls, and your face was like a billion dollar art because of the flawless makeup you did. And he was blown away by you, and for a moment he thought that he must’ve been dreaming. But the smile you gave him brought him back to reality.

But then your eyes met with Kiseok’s, and they looked normal. There was something missing from your pretty eyes, Kiseok thought. And then it dawned to him that the look you gave him was different, unlike the look you gave him before the confession. That’s when realization sank into him, causing a sick feeling to fill his stomach, as he felt remorse washed over him. You looked at him now the way you look at Jay, Sunghwa, and the others. And even though that’s supposed to be good for you, Kiseok didn’t like it one bit. Kiseok have just realized that maybe he was too late, that nothing will change the fact that you stopped looking at Kiseok with love, and maybe he was too late.

“Hey Kiseok,” You greeted the man, flashing a bright grin to the dumbstruck rapper, “Where are the others?” Kiseok had to blink for a few seconds when he had realized you were talking to him, as he straightened his posture and collected whatever composure he has left.

“Um, they’re inside. Go ahead and drink the night away.” Kiseok answered, feeling his heart beat faster as you walked past him with a wave. He didn’t dare to join you to the dance floor as you engaged with your friends and foreign people, as he only watched from afar how your hips swayed to the beat, how your hair bounces gracefully to your moves, and how your eyes looked so happy as you had the night of your life. And he hated himself at the moment, not even having any guts to go to you and chat, and for having feelings when you’ve clearly moved on. What a fool, Kiseok thought grumpily.

Time seemed to past fast for everyone, but not for the suffering man. Kiseok ended up spending the night aggressively drinking the strongest alcohol in the house, not even bothering about the girls that were obviously flirting to the rapper. He sat in between couples furiously making out, glaring at every guy that came to have a little talk with you, while watching their hands travel down from your shoulders to your hips. He wished it was him, but he didn’t want to ruin your night.

“Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five,” Everyone had gathered on the dance floor, raising their drinks up while counting the seconds left of 2017, “Four, three, two, one— Happy New Year!” Kiseok caught you standing right in front of him, eyes in a daze as you let the guy that’s been flirting with you kiss your plump lips, causing anger to rage inside of him. But he himself was taken by the lips by one of the girls that threw themselves at him, and he quickly pushed away and broke away from the crowd.

And nothing will change, as Kiseok sat back down and continued to dawn the wine. You were like those sick couples that couldn’t stop making out that made Kiseok want to vomit, but he saw you smile through the kiss. And as much as Kiseok wanted to blame it on the alcohol, the thought that you were actually happy with this stranger made him feel deranged. Kiseok finally chose to leave for the night, taking the taxi back home. Because nothing will change anyway if he stayed through the night. You wouldn’t be in his arms, he wouldn’t be the one kissing your lips, and he will never be the one to make you happy.

“Guys, I would like you to meet my girlfriend, Kim Sikyung,” Both you and Jay were left agape at the introduction, as Kiseok’s new lover smiled warmly towards you two, “We met at a bar three months ago, and she’s a really sweet girl, and after a few dates we really clicked and we know we’re both meant to be. I hope you’re okay with this, Jay?” You weren’t supposed to be in this conversation, but Kiseok was eager for you to hear the news, and so you sat through the announcement, although you and both were sharing a confused look.

Something was definitely wrong, and you weren’t the only one who sensed it.

“Well I can’t really hold you back now, can I? You both love each other, so you have my blessings,” Jay started, glancing at you to do the same, “You’ve got my blessing as well, Kiseok. You both really fit each other so much, I can see the chemistry.” Although some of your words were white lies, the new couple seemed to buy it as they smiled gleefully.

“Oh god, I thought you guys were going to object,” Sikyung sighed, placing a hand over her chest in relieve, “The AOMG family means so much for Kiseok, and I really don’t want to get in the way. I hope we all can get along well, I really appreciate the blessings.” As far as you can see, Sikyung was a kind girl even though she’s one of South Korea’s best woman model, and it really made you wonder how Kiseok can score such a genuine girl. Because even though you were trying to be happy for them, there was something off with Kiseok. And he really didn’t look like the usual gruff man he was. At this moment, he looked a bit too polite, and a tad too bubbly.

Half an hour passed and the couple bid goodbye, as Kiseok has to drive Sikyung to the Gangnam district. After a few minutes of waiting on edge on your seat, when you were sure that the couple was out of earshot, you turned to Jay as the man did the same.

“Kiseok is acting weird,” Jay started, clearly bothered by the change of attitude of his partner, “I mean, this girl is way out of his type! All of his flings were girls who’re clearly dirty, complex, and her body screams she’s the female sex god, but Sikyung’s as innocent as an angel. And she’s just… Sikyung is just so different.” He ended his rambling in a sigh, and you’ve agreed with Jay’s point, as you were one of the witnesses of Kiseok’s constant fling.

“And the way Kiseok looks at her. That really bothers me.”

“What about the way he looks at Sikyung?”

“Are you fucking blind Jay?” You whispered, clearly in disbelieve, “Kiseok doesn’t love her. Those eyes were the same ones he gave to you, Sunghwa, Hyukwoo, and the others. They weren’t the eyes full of love that Kiseok gave to his Lady Jane, and they clearly aren’t the eyes that he—“

“Gave to you,” Jay finished your sentence, a look of concern mixed with pity flashing inside his eyes, “I know as well (Name), there was a moment that he liked you, but I believe you already moved on at that time. Kiseok looked different at that time, much like when he’s with Lady Jane. And to be honest, you’re not the only one who sensed it, as he gave off the vibe as if she’s just a normal person to her.” You gulped, suddenly feeling your heartbeat race. But no, it wasn’t because of when you’re in love or nervous. The pickup of your heart rate was because of a bad feeling that dawned inside of you so suddenly.

“Jay, I have a really bad feeling about this.”

“No, it’s over! I’m through with your sad excuses of coming home late for work to end up reeking of alcohol and having lipstick smeared on your neck, I’m tired of the lies you told me over and over, and I’m done with your exhausting attitude and your stupid delusion that you actually love me!” Sikyung was a mess as she screamed her heart out, hair thrown all over the place after countless of tugging, her mascara running down her cheeks along with the endless tears, and she looked broken. Kiseok was fuming in anger, because out of all the things Sikyung could have said, the last part burned the most.

“You doubted that I love you? You thought six months of spending time with you, of all the gifts I got you, of all the dinners and dates I took you, it was all a game for me?” Kiseok roared back, his chest heaving up and down as he took sharp intakes of breath, “Maybe you’re too blind to see my love!” Sikyung took long strides and her high heels made clacking sound that echoed through Kiseok’s house. Without Kiseok realizing it, Sikyung had raised her hand and gave a sharp slap to his cheeks, making him take a few steps aback in shock. He stared at her in fear and confusion, because Kiseok knew damn well he’s gone too far when a woman slaps him.

“Or maybe you’re too afraid to accept the truth that you love (Name), and you’re lashing out at my words because you don’t want to hurt your precious ego,” Sikyung whispered, her words as calm as the sea before it was hit by the storm, “I knew you loved that girl ever since I’ve met her, and I thought maybe I could win you over. I never hated (Name), she was such a sweetheart, no wonder you fell for her. But at least you could have told me the truth, and that you didn’t need to fake your feelings for me. At least if you did that, we won’t have to part ways like this.” With a sigh, Sikyung turned her back and walked out of the door, and moments later Kiseok could hear her car drive off.

Kiseok lets out the breath he had been keeping, and walked towards the sofa, sinking in as exhaustion surged inside. Sikyung was damn right, he had been telling himself lies that he had moved on from you, when it appeared that the longing for your love grew bigger. And he had ruined everything: he hurts a girl’s heart who loved him while leaving their relationship in unfixable ruins, and he will be known as a real jerk by you. Everything was going downhill for the brown haired man, and for a moment he thought that it couldn’t get any worse now. But boy was Kiseok wrong.

The hospital was dead empty, as the digital clock in the main hallway showed that it was half past one in the morning. Panting breaths filled the halls, along with rushed footsteps, but the rapid beating of your heartbeat seemed to echo only inside your mind. It was a sudden call from Kiseok, he was speaking very fast about Sikyung getting into a car accident, and that she’s in a critical condition right now. And as you were with Jay focusing for your album, you quickly called it the day and dragged your boss to the destined hospital. And if you were being honest, you were scared. Something in your gut screamed that Kiseok did something wrong again, and this time it was quiet fatal.

“Tell me where Kim Sikyung is!” Jay demanded when the doors of the ICU unit slid open. The nurses who were frightened quickly pointed to the two curtains from the back, and you both ran to Sikyung’s aid. The curtains weren’t fully shielding the bed, and you could see people inside. When Jay hesitantly peeked in, you saw a glimpse of Kiseok holding a badly bruised hand, two aged persons who seemed to be Sikyung’s parents, and the heart rate monitor. As your eyes glued to the device, it showed a straight line and the tiny heart symbol at the top right showing no count of heart rate.

“Oh my god—“ You choked, feeling an invisible lump grow rapidly at your throat as tears started to flood your vision, “No, no, she can’t be?” But the nod from the older woman confirmed everything, and that was all it took for the tears to fall down like waterfall. Suddenly there were arms circling around you, and you knew well that it was Sikyung’s mother hugging you close. Although you were never that close to Sikyung to call her your best friend, she was still a friend to you, an angel that dated such a devil.

“I’m so sorry for your loss, Mr. and Mrs. Kim,” Jay started, his voice hoarse from holding back the sobs, “Sikyung has been a really great friend ever since Kiseok introduced her to us. And may God bless her soul and put her in heaven, because she has a really beautiful soul and it was a pleasure knowing her, although for such a short time.” As you part from Mrs. Kim, her husband walked to Jay and gave him a pat in the back, thanking the man in a whisper.

“We’ve heard all about you and your team, Mr. Park,” Mrs. Kim started, offering a small smile albeit tears were trailing down to her wrinkled cheeks, “And I’m grateful that she’s get to know such an amazing and kind people. Please know that she thought of all of you as a family, and that she had so much fun knowing all of you. I can’t thank you enough for letting my little girl have the best time of her life before her time ends.”

You stared at Sikyung’s body, that were full of purple and red bruises, as her head was bandaged tightly and the small hose to her nose that brought her oxygen was no longer functioning. She lays dead now, and as your eyes moved towards Kiseok, who was still holding Sikyung’s cold hand, you felt disgust. Disgust was apparent in your eyes as you stepped closer to Kiseok, ready to pull him outside and knock things into the man.

“Can I borrow Kiseok for a moment?” You asked the others, and not waiting for their answer you grabbed Kiseok roughly by his shoulders and pulled him up, pushing him out of the ICU into a deserted hallway. Now it was only you and him, your boiling anger against his empty void of guilt.

“It was you, wasn’t it?” Kiseok flinched at the high tone of your voice, and that only seemed to prove the theory of what happened to Sikyung, “You were the one that murdered her?” Then Kiseok frowned, regret filling the window of his soul, and the look kept you asking. That was the drive you needed to scoop the truth out of him if he’s not willing to spill.

“You fought with her before she drove away, something about how you never really loved her, and she’s tired of how you treat her. And you let her walk away, relieved that it’s over, but that’s the first part where you’re wrong because you let someone so full of rage and anguish sit behind the wheels!” The sharp nail of your pointing finger jabbed relentlessly against Kiseok’s chest, and his eyes pleaded you to stop, but his mouth couldn’t seem to let out any voice.

“How did you know?” Kiseok finally spoke, his voice wavering with fear. He felt like such a coward, having someone scream his fault at him and not being able to do anything but accept the truth. But what is there to do, when you can do nothing to bring back someone who’s dead?

“Someone with a connected heart and mind could guess something as stupid as that,” You scoffed, making Kiseok flinch again at the mockery, “And your second false thing you did was leading her on, to think that you loved her, when she was actually another fling you only thought for a second to start a relationship with. I know that damn well because you want to run away from something, or someone.”

“Look, just stop. I know what I did wrong, so can we please just drop—“

“No!” You screamed, your anger finally getting the better of you, “That’s your third foolish mistake, not noticing that she was ever sad or dissatisfied! If she was truly happy, she would have been alive tonight, and guess who’s at fault because someone’s just playing with her feelings?” At this point you were pushing Kiseok hard, feeling so pissed, disappointed, disgusted, and furious at the man you once loved.

“Stop it! This is my life, and I’m already having a hard time dealing with it!” Kiseok howled, his eyes were bloodshot and so full of remorse, an emotion you notice the most from the detesting man.

“I’m not going to stop until I get it through your thick skull about the truth!” The hallway was filled with screams and yells from the both of you, but you could care less about that, because Kiseok deserved an earful from you, “That must’ve been one of those things she said, right? That you couldn’t accept the truth and turn down your fucking ego? That’s the fourth time you were wrong, and I’m sure there’s more, but this time you couldn’t welcome the truth with open arms! You knew you never loved her, yet you stayed because you needed to prove everyone that you have someone. You thought you had move on but you clearly haven’t, and made the mistake of the century by dating a girl you barely love.” Kiseok wasn’t even fighting back, his head bowed down, and tears was now streaming back from his eyes as he was reminded of the biggest fight he had with Sikyung.

And then there was a loud slap ringing through the hallways, and Kiseok’s head was tilted sideways, his left cheek stinging as the burn from your harsh slap crept up. You were now taking a step back, giving a safe distance from the man. You heaved a deep breath, preparing for your last speech to the man you now grew to hate.

“That wasn’t enough, because you took an innocent girl’s life that did nothing wrong to you. The fifth fault, you knew you were too late, and you let it get known by people. Your eyes couldn’t hide it, the way you looked at Mary Jane back then with so much love, the way you sent pained looks to me because you fell in love when I’ve moved on, and the blank look so empty of emotion you gave Sikyung, who didn’t even deserve your time. Nothing will change the fact that she’s dead in your hands, unless you can magically turn back the time and make things up with her. But for once, put your ego down and think straight, Jung Kiseok, because some things will never change.”

#simon d #jung kiseok #aomg #simon d scenarios #simon d imagines #aomg scenarios #aomg imagines #khh #khiphop #khh scnearios #khiphop scenarios #khh imagines #khiphop imagines #simond imagines #simond scenarios #jung kiseok imagines

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Whats currently pending?💖🤔

Alot darling😭 I'll do them when I feel like it, and here's the list (from the newest to the oldest ones):1. Dean2. Simon D 3. Jay Park4. CJamm5. CJamm6. Dok27. The Quiett8. Simon D9. Jay Park10. Sik-K11. The Quiett12. Loco13. Ugly Duck14. The Quiett

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Not Even The Galaxy [Gray]

Artist: Gray | Word Count: 1.635

Have some fluff and a bit of jealousy from the biggest Star Wars fan in AOMG HAHAHA there will be some tiny spoilers ahead for ‘The Force Awakens’ movie. Hope you’ll like it:)

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“Hey babe, why don’t you come here and join me?” Your voice managed to fight the beats that surrounded the living room and you saw Sunghwa perk up from his seat, “You’ve been in the studio since this morning.” Then there was a sigh coming from the black haired man, as he continued to mess with the musical instruments in the makeshift studio in the apartment.

“Just one more minute love, I’m starting to feel the beat,” There was a tint of tiredness in Sunghwa’s voice, causing a frown to etch on your face, “You should go and sleep, I’m sure work has been tiring for you.” This time it was you who huffed in annoyance, because when Sunghwa was too engrossed in his work it would have been hard to get him away from it. It was like his ass was glued to the chair with superglue.

“But HBO is going to play Star Wars in 10 minutes! And it’s their first screening for ‘The Force Awakens’,” There was a small smirk on your lips as Sunghwa finally turned around, his eyes showing inner confliction inside of him, “Don’t you want to watch it again with me? I also made popcorns as well.” And bribing the man with food was all that you needed for Sunghwa to step away from the studio, as he made his way to you and hugged your body close to his.

“You always won over me (Name),” Sunghwa chuckled, causing a smile to appear on your lips, “Come on, let’s go and watch it.” You held his hand and lead him to the sofa, where there were throw pillows stacked on it alongside a huge blanket. The bowl of popcorn was set on the coffee table in front of the sofa, waiting to be devoured.

The movie played five minutes later and you secretly watched Sunghwa’s eyes glow in excitement, as he sat comfortably while leaning forward slightly, focusing on the movie even though he already watched it. Soon you found yourself laying your head on his chest when Sunghwa’s high went down, with the blanket giving you warmth and the popcorn bowl on top of your crossed legs.

Rather than paying attention to the storyline like your boyfriend, you found yourself watching the details of every CG effects and also the actors and actresses. Movies would always make you gush in amazement, because the editing could make one’s imagination into realization. And the face of every actor and actress were so different, you found the uniqueness in their facial look and expression intriguing.

“Daisy Ridley really fits the character, her acting is spot on and she really portrayed Rey’s character well,” Sunghwa only nodded as you started rambling, his right hand moving to take a fistful of popcorn from your lap, “And her chemistry with John Boyega really shows, the both of them really made their new character interesting!” And your boyfriend nodded again, but you were used with Sunghwa being like this whenever he was too deep into a film, so you continued giving comments about the actors and actresses.

“And the guy who played Poe Dameron is really cool as well! What was his name again? I think his name started with Oscar?” There was a slight discomfort in Sunghwa as he gave a glance towards you, whose eyes were locked with Poe Dameron’s scene on the screen, “And he’s not that tall, yet he gives off this cutie vibe.” This time it was you who were oblivious to Sunghwa’s huff as the man rolled his eyes at you, and a small fire started in his heart as he shifted in his seat.

“What about the guys from the First Order then?” Sunghwa asked, his voice coming out like a spat more than he liked it to be, “What’s your thoughts about Kylo Ren and General Hux?” And you answered his question without looking at him, as the movie rolled to the scene where Kylo Ren took off his mask.

“Physically speaking, Adam Driver is very tall, and he looked much like a gangster since he’s very buff under those robes. And his face is odd— a good kind of odd— and it’s unexplainable but it makes him look kind of scary. He’s towering but packed with muscles and a ferocious face, I’d probably faint if I were Daisy during their light saber duel.” You finished the comment with a laugh, but in Sunghwa’s eyes you seemed like you were sending googly eyes to the actor who played Kylo Ren, which seemed to boil something in Sunghwa’s heart.

‘You’re just tired, dumbass,’ Sunghwa thought in his mind, although it didn’t help with the discomfort that was growing bigger inside him, ‘She’s just giving her two cents on the movie, no need to be so worked up.’

“And the actor who played General Hux! He played the chill Bill Weasley in Harry Potter, and to be honest it’s quite the shock watching him scream about ending the Republic and destroying planets. Honestly he fits the role pretty good, he’s shockingly good playing such an evil character. And there’s this grace in his steps and how he carry himself, which really suits someone who is an important general. These two evil characters are amazing. J.J Abrams really did a fantastic job on this movie.” At this point, Sunghwa was fuming with anger, yet he tried his best to look blankly to the television, although his fists were clenched and his jaw was tightening.

“Then why don’t you date someone like any of them?” The fury inside of Sunghwa snapped without him having control over himself, as the words that had slipped out of his lips were of declaration for war, “You could have gone for someone who’s cute, or maybe a tall hunk, or go for a ginger head instead!” He had moved from his seat to glare at you, feigning a look of hurt and from what you could see in his beautiful brown eyes: jealousy.

Never have Sunghwa gone mad like this after you spoken your opinions, he would either nod off as a silent agreement or put his own opinions for you. But from how he looked so riled up, from how his eyebrows were furrowed and his eyes looked like he had been betrayed, you may have gone a bit too far. Hell, you did go too far, and what’s worse is you went too far on his favorite movie, out of all the movies in the world! You could only stare at Sunghwa in agape, because the sudden change of situation still took you aback.

“I didn’t mean any of it! You know I never take these opinions seriously,” You started to talk, the nervousness seemingly clogging you to speak, “I just like to take in how every person in movies look very different from each other, how they can somehow merge with their characters, and how the uniqueness in them adds up to the perfectness of the movie! I only like them because they are all so exotic, and I don’t even love any of them.” Somehow hearing your reassurance dimmed the fire in Sunghwa’s heart as he sat silently, suddenly feeling lost in himself for his foolish act.

You took his silence to scoot forward, leaning in to gently cup Sunghwa’s face in your hand, making him take a good look at you. He looked so distraught, realizing that there really was no need for his outburst, but you found the jealousy that sparked inside of him was cute. It brought a smile to your lips and soon a giggle followed suit, although Sunghwa looked like he was about to faint because of embarrassment.

“It’s really cute when you get jealous like that babe-“

“I’m not jealous!”

“Well, whatever you call it,” Sunghwa’s cheeks were flushed pink as he lets out a groan, “But there’s really no need for that. I mean, sure they were hunks or cuties, but in my eyes you’re the perfect one here. None of those top class actors could beat you. So your outburst just now was really cute, but don’t ever doubt my love for you, okay?” You playfully ruffled his hair and grinned widely, as you kissed his nose and made the man flush brighter.

“I just- I really didn’t know what gotten over me (Name),” Sunghwa sighed, finally admitting in his heart that he was indeed jealous, “I could never be like them, you know? I’m too old to grow taller and I can’t even get as buff as Jay.” You sighed, since you’ve seen the damage you made had made him self-conscious of his own body.

“I never cared about your looks when I fell in love with you! Your handsome look was a bonus for me, I guess,” The both of you cackled into laughter hearing this, “But I fell in love with your heart, and please know that I won’t even trade the galaxy for you Sunghwa.” Somehow hearing your reassurance was a great way to calm him down, as he felt butterflies fill his stomach. And hearing yourself saying such a cheesy line made you blush yourself.

“Well I’m glad I’m dating a princess and not someone from the First Order,” Sunghwa leaned in to capture your lips in his, although you were smiling in the short kiss, “Like, wouldn’t it be a forbidden love if someone from the First Order dated a Resistance member?” You could only shake your head, because the Star Wars references were getting a bit too much for you.

“Why don’t we get back to the movie? It’s getting to the fun part.”

“But everything in the movie is the fun part!”

“Sure it is, you dork.”

#gray #call me gray #gray lee #sunghwa lee #gray imagines #gray lee imagines #gray lee scenarios #aomg #vv:d #aomg imagines #aomg scenarios #khh #khiphop #khh imagines #khiphop imagines #khh scenarios #khiphop scenarios #scenarios #lee sunghwa

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Accepting [DPR Live]

Artist: DPR Live | Word Count: 2.178

Hell yess my baby dabin is getting so much love out there! Here’s my first oneshot for this cutie. Hope you’ll like it:)

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“Hey, did anyone see (Name)?” Dabin asked, popping out of the makeup room. His face was clear from the foundation and other things the makeup artists applied, and he felt fresher than ever despite the clock hitting midnight. They had wrapped the shoot of his music video, and he wanted to talk to you, the person in charge of coloring the videos, before he goes off to sleep. There was an ounce of energy left inside him, and Dabin was going to use it to his might to seek you first.

“I think she went back to her room?” Barom said, his voice holding a hint of confusion, “She’s probably going to get some rest, so you’ll probably find her there.” Dabin got up and thanked his friend, quickly escaping the rest of the team and was greeted by the deserted hallways of the hotel.

Dabin tried to remember which floor you were and your room number. Since the shooting took a few days in Busan, the rest of the crew booked hotel rooms and also squeezed in a little bit of holiday in between the work. If he remembered correctly, the girls were on the fifth floor, and you were in room 505. When he arrived in front of your door, he hastily knocked on the wooden door, hoping that he got the right door. A minute passed and there was no answer. Dabin knocked again, this time louder and sharper, but he couldn’t hear a sound from the other side of the door.

“Dabin? Is that you?” The black haired man whirled around, seeing one of the makeup artists standing at the hallway, “(Name) isn’t there. She just went out a few minutes ago.” She wore an amused look on her face when she saw the disappointment in Dabin’s eyes.

“Did you know where she went?”

“(Name) did say she needed fresh air, so maybe she went outside?”

“Alright, thanks.” Dabin quickly ran to the lift, leaving the makeup artist alone. When he got inside, he debated on whether to go down or to the highest floor. He then chose to press the number of the highest floor, knowing how much you liked to feel the cold air against you skin and the view of the stars from high points. He couldn’t help the nervousness building inside of him, his foot stomping lightly over the carpet floor. This was a really important question he wanted to ask, and Dabin wasn’t sure what your reaction would be.

When Dabin arrived at the 30th floor, he quickly darted to the end of the hallway, and discovered the emergency staircase door hanging wide open. He knew you would be up there, and quickly climbed the flight of stairs that ended up to another old door. Dabin pushed the door open without hesitance, and saw your body sitting at the edge of the building, gazing up to the stars that glittered up in the sky. He was entranced for a moment, his breath taken away by how the moon and the stars made you glow, how you seemed like an angel that was waiting for him. But when the chilly spring air hit him, Dabin was taken back to reality, as he realized that you haven’t noticed his presence yet.

“(Name)? What are you doing there?” Snapping your head to the source of the voice, your tired eyes were met with Dabin’s warm ones, and you could only smile weakly at your friend.

“Oh, hey there Dabin,” The black haired man waved shyly, taking small steps towards you and sat next to you, “What are you doing up here?” Although you were pretty sure of the reason behind his arrival here, the feeling of someone wanting to see you felt like a foreign concept for you.

“I’m looking for you,” There you go, your guess was right after all, “I didn’t get to say thanks for your hard work today.” Dabin could only nervously grin towards you because that really wasn’t the reason he was here for.

��Well, thank you for your hard word as well,” You chuckled, breaking the gaze and moving it towards the sky, “The video will turn out great, you did amazing there.” As the words escaped your lips, you didn’t notice how Dabin looked slightly flustered under the shine of the moon.

“You’ve never failed to amaze me (Name), I’m sure the music video will come out with flying colors.” You could only snort at his statement, not failing to notice the pun he slipped between his words.

But soon silence enveloped you both, as your eyes were locked with the twinkling stars, while Dabin was openly admiring your features, to the point that he forgot the real reason he was here beside you. He liked the way the wind gently caressed your hair, and oh how he wished he could be the one to run his fingers through your shiny locks. Dabin noticed now that your skin looked so soft, and it seemed glowing more than ever tonight. And your eyes, those beautiful orbs, they looked dull tonight. The smile on his lips fell when he noticed the blank look across your face, how the eyes he fell in love to flashed fatigue inside.

“Are you alright?” Dabin asked, his voice in a mere whisper, “You look kind of tired tonight.” It surprised you when Dabin broke the silence, and it took you aback when he noticed the exhaustion in your eyes.

“I just… I’m fine,” You sighed, leaning down to avoid Dabin’s careful gaze, “Just a little bit tired, that’s why I came up for some fresh air. It’ll be gone with a good quality sleep, no worries.” Swallowing hard, you hoped Dabin would take the lie, because a good shut eye won’t be enough to make this kind of tiredness disappear.

“You can always talk to me!” Dabin offered, feeling his heart break a little because he could see through the lie, and you were far from okay, “I mean, we’re friend right? You can trust me to be a good listener.” At that moment, you felt his words hit the walls you built, how the genuine look in his eyes made you melt, and you thought that maybe it was alright to spill a bit of your problem to the lover boy.

“I just— I wish people would accept me as who I am, you know?” That’s when you lost it, as the loud sigh that crept past your lips was the sign that you were done with the world, “Why can’t they just let me be who I am? I like my job so much, but being fake so people would like me is way too overwhelming for me. And I hate myself for being weak, for not standing up for myself, for being someone who I am not just to not hear those nasty comments from them. I just hate all of this, because nothing would change, because people wouldn’t like me if I wasn’t myself.” At this point you had fisted your hair, feeling frustration well up inside of you. Pulling your legs closer to your chest, you rest your head on top of your knees, the safety of yourself being the last thing on your mind.

“Who said those things to you?” Dabin asked, and he was more than shocked knowing that it was that bad, “What did they say? How long have this been going on?” There was guilt inside of him for not seeing this coming as well, nonetheless from his colleagues.

“The girls of course, the guys never really cared as long as I did my work well,” Another sigh escaped your lips, and you sounded so fragile to Dabin, “They said I looked sloppy, always wearing clothes that felt comfortable to me. They told me I was so unsocial, always declining their invitations to party, but I never liked parties and getting drunk. They told me my work wasn’t enough from the very first time I finished my first project, but Barom always said my work was perfect. They’re probably jealous they can’t get the boss’ attention, since you know well why they work with us in the first place.” You tried fighting the tears, because you knew they didn’t deserve your tears, but you just felt everything piling up inside of you that you couldn’t help it. Dabin panicked on the inside and quickly scooted closer, carefully laying his hand on your shoulder in an attempt to stop your cries.

“Hey, don’t cry! I hate seeing you cry (Name),” Dabin awkwardly wiped away your tears, while you could only let out a weak chuckle at his sweet attempts to lighten up your mood, “I mean, I do believe people will never accept us as who we are, because only the ones who wants to be our friends will really accept us as the real us. You have me, Barom, Scott, and the other guys here, and despite none of us having no knowledge on girly things, we can be decent friends! And I think you’re perfect just the way you are, even when you’re crying like this. I think you’re amazing: the quirky you, the talented you, the loving side of you, any sides of you! So if the girls ever say mean words again, you know you can come to me and I’ll show you what a fantastic person you are, and that you really don’t need to be fake, because I accept you as what you really are, as the real you.”

It was a minute later, when you gazed deeply into his eyes, that Dabin had realized the fiery speech he had just say. He coughed awkwardly to break the silence, because that was something really deep that he had just spat, but tonight was the first time he saw you smile genuinely today, as the tears that were now sliding from your cheeks were from joy. Your heart fluttered against its case, as there was so much love in Dabin’s eyes that you realized that none of the girls’ words mattered now, as if the horrible feeling that ate you up evaporated in seconds. Because you only needed one man to tell you that he accepted you for what you are, and that man was sitting right in front of you, the sweetest man you’ve ever known.

“That’s all that I need to hear, Hong Dabin,” You launched yourself at him, circling your arms on his neck and hugging the black haired rapper close, feeling immense gratefulness at how he can turn your mood upside down, “Thank you so much.” There was a chuckle coming from Dabin as you felt his body relax, his own arms protectively engulfing you to his warmth.

“You’re welcome, darling.” It took a lot for him to call you that, but it clearly made your heart beat faster that you were sure Dabin could even feel it. His words were soft spoken and heartfelt that you could hear the smile on his face.

Silence covered the both of you again, but it was a comfortable one, because you really need to recollect yourself and get whatever composure you have up. You knew you probably looked like a mess, but for once you didn’t want to hide away. Dabin’s arms were comfortable that you really didn’t felt like letting go. He also felt the same, because all that Dabin wanted to do was protect you from all the madness in this world. He was angry at himself for not being able to prevent this from happening, but he was also glad he could paint another smile on your face.

“So, what was the real reason you searched me tonight?” You could finally part away from his warmth, flashing a wide smile towards him. Dabin turned pink as he was reminded of the question he wanted to ask, as he took a deep breath before he asked you.

“I was wondering— would you want to go get some food with me?” Dabin murmured, but it was audible to your ears that he didn’t need to repeat twice, “I mean, the sea food restaurants near the beach is open 24 hours. Or maybe we can get something else?” Happiness exploded inside of you when you thought your heart was already too overjoyed, because Dabin had finally asked to spend time together with you. And you were sure it wasn’t as an artist and his coworker, or as friends. And deep down the both of you liked how the night is unfolding.

“I thought the day you’ll ask will never come,” You chuckled, lacing your fingers with his as if you had done it plenty of times, because they fit so perfectly like a puzzle piece, “But I’m paying! Count this as a way to say thank you.” Dabin laughed, a wide grin on his face that was sure will never leave the night.

“Just being with you already makes me happy, (Name).”

#dpr live #hong dabin #dream perfect regime #dpr #dpr live imagines #dpr live scenarios #live imagines #live scenarios #dpr imagines #dpr scenarios #khh #khiphop #khh scenarios #khh imagines #khiphop scenarios #khiphop imagines #imagines #scenarios #live

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FAQ UPDATE [16042017]

I am adding DPR‘s Live and Christian Yu to the list of artists I write for! A Live oneshot is coming soon:)

#faq update #yes I am active #dpr live #christian yu

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Just wanted to let you know how much you and your blog mean to. You're so kind and an awesome storyteller! Take all the time you need bc I'll always be here to read and love it!! 😀😀😍😍😘😘

Awee whoever you are, thank you so much for the support💕😭

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I just wanted to say that of course we're fine with your being able to update until 06/12/17! That's fine and we understand you have a life outside of this page and I want you to be happy, try not to stress too much about not being able to update and enjoy your family vacation!

Hello! This was an ask from long ago when I decided to take a break, sorry it took so long to reply😟 Thank you so much for the support💕💕

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yay! im so happy you're back! ✨

Yess, I'm back😭💕

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do you write for dpr live?

I am planning to add him and Christian (Barom) as well:)

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Worth It [Jay Park]

Artist: Jay Park | Word Count: 2.037 | Warning: self-hate, insecure thoughts |

My first writing since a few months ago, and I feel kind of rusty. This is kind of angsty but fluffy at the end. Please don’t read this if the warning makes you uncomfortable. I hope you’ll like it:)

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The sun was shining high in the sky, and the blue sky was clear with a few clouds painted on it. Jay noticed that flowers were starting to bloom again after the harsh winter was gone, and now he totally felt like it was the spring season. People actually looked far more cheerful than they were in winter, taking their time to walk and enjoy the beautiful scenery of plants coming back alive. The black haired college student couldn’t help but jog faster, hoping that he could see a smile as bright as the day in your face. Jay had just finished his class for the day and you had already finished for the day as well, so he thought dropping by for a moment will lift up both of your spirits. Things were hard for the both of you because Jay was a freshman in college, still adjusting with the large difference from high school, while you were in your last year in high school, studying for upcoming tests nonstop.

When Jay arrived at your house, he quickly made his way up to your room since the house was empty. He gave a loud knock on the wooden door, but there was no answer for a few minutes. Jay knocked again while leaning onto the door, trying to catch any sounds inside, but it was dead quiet. His hands quickly held the doorknob and pushed it open, revealing to an empty room. But then he noticed that the windows were left ajar, and your shoes lay below it, meaning that you’ve probably gone to the roof to look at the sky again, a hobby of yours Jay was very fond of.

“I’ll just wait for her to come back down.” Jay muttered to himself, dropping his schoolbag down and taking of his coat. He laid it carefully on an empty seat and made himself comfortable on the bed, taking the view of your room.

Everything was the same as he saw them two weeks ago, except the amount of books that piled up increased far more than before. There were post-it notes all over your desk and wall, where Jay caught that some of them were reminders of upcoming tests and motivation written in messy and rushed handwriting. But then he noticed something peculiar on top of your bag, and Jay swore he never saw it before after thousands of visits to your bedroom.

“A diary?” There was confusion in Jay’s voice as he flipped through the black colored diary, noticing that you have started the diary the month Jay started college. As he flicked through the pages and read as fast as he can, he noticed how the content of your day changed drastically. The first two months were filled with you missing his presence, and you were beyond motivated to get into the same college as him, willing to study hard to get enrolled there. But the next few months grew darker, and Jay wasn’t sure that you were like the person he knew based on what you wrote in your diary.

February 28, 2017

I feel worthless, and going through the days feel so hard when you can’t even keep focus on something for a minute. There were voices pulling me back from the present, and they were telling me the truth: I am nothing, just a waste of space while leeching off my parents’ money, not being able to do anything right, will not be accepted at any university or even get a decent job. I can’t even do anything about it, I can only listen and accept their words because that’s what I am, and I am worthless and pathetic. Why am I still alive anyway?

Jay gulped, his eyes widening in horror as he read every word that you wrote. That was a month ago, and he quickly turned to the page of this month, hoping on to catch what your thoughts were currently on about. When he arrived at the latest page you wrote on, his heart seemed to drop even more.

The entrance test for Seoul National University is getting closer, and all I want is to hide, burry myself six feet under, anything to get me away from it. I’ve been studying, but I can’t seem to focus at all, and I’ve been missing a lot of classes because of a huge drop in my health. I feel numb now, but there was still fear in me. I want this all to end, fast, because everything seems so overwhelming for me. The Earth wouldn’t miss another soul, my parents would be fine they can get rid of their disappointment of a daughter, and Jay won’t come looking for me, right?

“Jay?” When he heard the croak of your voice crash the silence surrounding him, Jay whipped as fast as he can, hiding the diary behind his back and praying that you won’t notice his actions just now.

“Hey love! I decided to come to visit,” Jay tried grinning, opening his arms wide for you to jump into, and when you delved into his arms, he let out a soft sigh, the grin disappearing from his face, “How’s my baby girl doing?”

“I’m barely alive with all the tests coming up, but I think you might be able to calm my nerve-wrecked mind.” Jay could now see through you after he read through your diary, because you sound nothing like you were suffering, because you made it sound like a joke and that you were still fine. But when you tensed as Jay hugged you tighter, he knew you were far from fine.

“Well, are you suggesting we cuddle and take a nap?” You parted away from him and nodded excitedly. But despite the smile that you flashed to him, Jay was so struck with your eyes, the window to your soul. Why does your eyelashes look so wet, and your eyes so empty?

And at that moment Jay threw all the precautions to the air on how to talk about this sensitive topic, because you had been crying alone, and he was always there for you, but he never noticed the changes in your heart. The seconds he spent holding your empty gaze was painful, because they used to be filled with so much emotions before.

“Have you been crying?” Jay asked, his voice in a whisper, “I know you’ve been hiding something from me (Name), something you’ve been very bothered about.” He let his hands wander to your face, his thumb gently caressing your cheeks. It does feel damp, like there were trails of dried tears drying there.

Meanwhile your heart stopped as you stared at Jay’s expectant eyes, then moved to your study desk, where you found your diary laying open. He must have read through it, you cried inside your heart, what a fool for setting such an obvious thing where anyone can see! There was a shot of pain through your heart and you found yourself gasping for air, tears blurring your vision. You took a step back and collapsed down to your bed, your legs not having any power to hold you up anymore.

You worthless and dumb girl. Now you’ve let someone know just how pathetic you really are!

“(Name)!” Jay quickly sat beside you, holding onto your shoulders to stop yourself from shuddering, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to read through it! But it wasn’t there before, and I got curious, and- the thing is, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you at all.” He tried to hold your chin to face him, but you flinched at his soft touch, only pushing yourself farther away from him.

“Don’t touch me,” You croaked, your voice was hoarse as you tried to contain the sobs, “Now that you’ve known what I am, I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t want to call me as your girlfriend anymore.” There was a moment of silence followed suit, and you hid your face further between the curtains of your hair, letting the tears flow freely but not giving a chance for Jay to see your face. Just great, you thought, your world is starting to crumble down further more.

Among the silence, Jay was enraged, he was furious that you said he wouldn’t want to be with you anymore. Now that he’s realized his huge mistake of not noticing, all that Jay wants to do was to hug you close and fix you, hold you close and tell you that everything was going to be alright. Because he’s let you hurt right under his nose, and he was going to give his all to return you back to the girl he love so much, even if he had to give his heart for you to see just how much he loves you.

“No! I still want to be with you, no matter what you or those voices think of. It was stupid of me not to notice that you weren’t okay under this mask, and I’m not going to leave you no matter what you’re feeling or undergoing. I still love you no matter what you are, because I love what you truly are inside, and those voices are wrong!” Jay hadn’t realized that his voice have gone higher, but that seemed to snap you back to the present, as you stared at him with wide teary eyes, the windows of your soul actually have emotions now. Although they were full of sadness and confusion, Jay was determined to turn it all into happiness.

“What are you talking about?” You nervously asked, still finding it hard to believe that Jay’s words were too good to be true.

“What I’m talking about is the truth, the real truth,” Jay sighed, finally being brave to touch your arms and slide his hands down to lace it with your fingers, feeling a little bit glad that you didn’t object the contact, “You are not worthless, pathetic, a waste of space, or any of those negative thoughts! (Name) is the strongest, independent, beautiful, smartest girl in the world, and you are worth it. I never regret the many seconds I spend with you, the minutes where I adore your beauty, the hours when you’re able to give me the happiest smile ever, and the days I miss you so much because you’re not by my side. You are everything that is good in the world, (Name), and trust my words because I love you with all my heart, and to hell with those negative thoughts!” He ended his unexpected speech with a genuine smile and pleading eyes, staring at your eyes in hopes of finding hope in yours.

How could you forget that you were so lucky to have such a loving man as yours? The negative thoughts seemed to disappear in an instant as you yanked Jay roughly by the collar of his shirt, crashing your lips against him in passionate kiss. And in that moment you felt alive, and you felt calm despite the raging emotions, knowing that someone was there for you, someone that was so willing to help you. There were tears lining down your cheeks, but you felt a burst of joy inside your heart, and you swore you saw a tear fall from Jay’s eyes as well.

“Thank you!” You sobbed, hugging him as tightly as you can, clutching his shirt because everything still felt too good to be true for you, “How did I get so lucky to have you, Jay?” Laying your head on his shoulders, you let the tears of joy fall, feeling warmth spread all over you because you just love Jay so much.

“I can ask the same thing as well, my strong girl,” Jay gently lay down the bed, letting your head fall to his chest while his arms protectively held you close, “Promise me to come to me when you have something bothering you, alright?” You nodded, holding Jay’s loving gaze as your eyes flashed the same emotion as him.

“I promise.”

“And know that I’d spent the rest of my life with you, because you are so worth it, got it (Name)?”

“Got it.”

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