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khaoray · 11 months

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top 10 kdrama couples? and top 10 romantic kdramas? (i wanna watch something with good romance haha)

oh nonnie this is gonna be a challenge but i will do my absolute best. one thing you need to know about me and my taste in romance is that i'm really not here for straight up fluff. i need a bit of melodrama and angst to keep me invested. gonna stick it under a read more bc i feel it's gonna get lengthy asdfghjk

couples:

ji ho and jeung in (one spring night) - they invented being in love and facing your problems with maturity and they're just so important to me.

kang doo and moon soo (just between lovers) - if there's one thing i love in my romance it's angst and hurt people learning to heal together and literally no one does it like them. kang doo remains my favourite junho role too, so.

kyeo rye and yeon joo (if you wish upon me) - similar to jbl tbh kyeo rye is such a broken man at the start of the drama and watching him slowly fall in love and heal from years and years of trauma destroyed all of my emotions.

gong myung and se ra (into the ring) - THE childhood friends to rivals to friends to lovers ship!!!!! no one does it like they do honestly they're THE standard when it comes to emotional maturity.

joong gil and ryeon (tomorrow) - listen if you were around last year then you know just insane they made me. soulmates defying literal fate to end up together after centuries of trauma they make me so sick.

cheoljong and so bong (queen cheorin) - THE standard for enemies to lovers. nothing has ever been able to replicate the buzz they gave me week to week.

seon gyeom and mi joo (run on) - the softest couple on this entire list actually i think. they're just so sweet and cozy and safe and i love them so much.

taejun and taeyang (love all play) - my babies!!!! the drama itself kinda sucks but theyyyyy. one of the most mature relationships i've ever seen in a drama actually like we love a couple that actively talk about their issues and try to overcome them together.

vincenzo and cha young (vincenzo) - enemies to coconspirators to lovers excellence honestly who is doing chemistry like them. they're just so sexy.

dong jin and woo joo (call it love) - hi hello it's another instance of two traumatised people falling in love and finding happiness together what can i say i have a TYPE.

dramas:

one spring night - i've already talked about why i love this drama so much so i won't do it again but just know. i love it so so much it's so important to ME.

just between lovers - another one i've talked about a lot at this point but outside of the romance, this drama is just so GOOD. it deals with a lot of heavy themes so i'd advise discretion but it's so worth it imo. but just 10/10 experience wish i could go back and watch it again for the first time.

if you wish upon me - i love it for a lot of the same reasons i love jbl they're very similar imo. also. kyeo rye is the most character of all time i genuinely don't think ji chang wook is ever topping him.

into the ring - underrated!!!! underrated!!!!!!!!! underrated!!!!!!!!!!!! y'all slept on this one so hard and i still haven't forgiven you. i love romance between two grown adults who actually act their age and don't fall victim to stupid tropes.

run on - this drama makes me feel so cozy and safe and fuzzy idk man it's just pure good vibes for my soul.

call it love - if you love dramas that are slow, where a lot is said with very little dialogue and where the colour grading tells you a lot about the characters emotional states then boy do i have the drama for you.

witch's romance - can i interest you in twinky park seo joon in love with uhm jung hwa??? bc that's what this drama has to offer and it's so fun. it might be a bit dated now bc it came out in 2014 but i had such a good time when i first watched it.

queen cheorin - aside from the last half of the last episode i had such a good fun time watching two absolute idiots fight tooth and nail against falling in love with each other. when are we ever getting that level of chemistry again???

moon embracing the sun - alright i'm gonna be honest i don't actually remember all that much of this one anymore. i only watched it because kim soo hyun's in it. but i watched it as it was airing and it emotionally destroyed me so that's gotta count for something.

first love hatsukoi - yeah yeah it's not korean it's japanese but it's also the best show i've watched in the last year so!!!!! y'all can just take my rec and live with it. please please PLEASE watch it it's one of the most beautiful dramas i've ever seen and all four of the main actors are absolutely incredible in it.

#vic.txt #ask #thank you nonnie!!#coming up with ten dramas was hard bc like. i don't actually watch pure romance very often #or it's not good enough for me to include it amongst my faves asdfgm #or my favourite couples are in dramas that i wouldn't even consider being romance #anyway i hope that at least somewhat gives you something new

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pyox1 · 5 years

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[7:37pm] "He likes me. He doesn't like me. He likes me. He doesn't like me." A daisy in your hand, you carefuly plucked out each petal. Beside you, Junho layed in the field of white flowers, sunbathing. It was late after noon, the sun was starting to set and the sky was turning orange.

"He likes me. He doesn't like me." You heard a huff coming from the boy next to you.

"Why do you care so much for that jerk?" The annoyance that laced his voice was evident. "Well, that jerk is actually a really nice guy when you get to know him." Arriving to the last petal of the flower, you hesitantly pulled it off with a pout.

"He doesn't like me..." Letting the now naked daisy fall to the ground, you sighed in disapointement.

"I'm doomed." You said. The next thing you knew, Junho cupped your face with his warm hands and gently placed his lips onto yours. The wind suddenly rose up, blowing through your hair and bringing shivers all over your skin. His nose brushed agaisnt your cheek, moving his lips in sync with your own. When he moved away from you his frustration took over him. "I like you. Isn't that enough?"

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hwallout · 5 years

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[10:50pm]

Wednesday was never your favorite day of the week. Sometimes you'd even argue that it was worse than Monday - not the beginning, not the end of the week.

In the middle of your study session, the doorbell rang, the sound echoing through the quiet apartment. An exasperated sigh left your lips, annoyed with the sudden intrusion at such an hour. Upon opening the door, you noticed your bestfriend!junho standing on the other side, two bags of your favorite snack in hands. His sincere smile and softening gaze upon noticing you managed to lift up all burdens of this tiresome day. Even with his hands full, Junho stepped ahead, enveloping you in a tight and warm embrace. Junho's sixth sense was sensing whenever something was wrong and immediately acting upon it. He was always there to support and cheer you up; always there to talk and cuddle, not leaving until you were back to your happy and cheerful self.

Maybe that was exactly why you were in love with him.

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lublycho · 4 years

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No Mercy | Chapter IX (m)

Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4. Chapter 5. Chapter 6. Chapter 7. Chapter 8.

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-> pairing | Seungyoun x reader

-> word c: 8k+

-> genre: mafia au, fluff, angst, (possible) smut

-> summary: Dating a mafia boss is hard. But it’s harder when the mafia boss is a powerful, possessive drug lord, who likes to keep track on your every little move. Caught in a cat and mouse game with his enforcer for two weeks, you must bear through his severe scrutiny, because one wrong move could mean a bullet to your head.

-> Warnings: I can’t write any thing here without spoiling the story but please read at your own discretion. This chapter is very dark and twisted, filled with gory descriptions. Again, please read at your OWN risk! Mature content ahead.

Loosely inspired by © A bittersweet Life

One late autumn night, the disciple awoke crying. So the master asked the disciple, “Did you have a nightmare?”

“No.”

“Did you have a sad dream?”

“No,” said the disciple. “I had a sweet dream.”

“Then why are you crying so sadly?”

The disciple wiped his tears away and quietly answered, “Because the dream I had can’t come true.”

********

D-Day

9:52 am

“Are you nervous?”

You woke up to Seungyoun’s soft voice crooning past your ears in the uproar around you. Your eyes fluttered to accommodate the light of the bustling airport, head still nestled against Seungyoun’s shoulder.

“No,” you said, voice groggy from sleep. You slowly acclimated yourself to your surroundings, reminding yourself you weren’t in the comforts of your home, but in a busy airport, dreading the arrival of Seungwoo.

Oh, how fast the time had passed since you kissed Seungyoun two days ago. It had all been ethereal to say the least. You in his arms as the sun came up and as it went down again. You remembered the moon and how it shied away as Seungyoun held you tightly in his arms, kissing away the fears that etched up your throat. His hands were in yours, and they were on your heart and they were on the scars on your thighs. They were everywhere you wanted them to be, all as his eyes never left yours.

His eyes, you thought, were a universe of their own. They were brimming with ardour and resentment. Ardour for you, and resentment for the world. He shared your love with only the sun, for the sun ignited his love, stirred it up and carried it to you.

He was in love with you. That at least he had come to terms with in the past two days. And he knew what you felt for him too, for your every kiss lingered, as if it would be the last.

Because Seungyoun was with you, you had been a little less lonely for two weeks. But as you looked up at the crowd of people coming out of the arrival terminal, you realized your small bliss was about to be disrupted by the hurricane that was Seungwoo. You weren’t nervous, as Seungyoun had asked, instead, you were terrified. Terrified of what you would feel when you finally saw Seungwoo again, and if your feelings for Seungyoun would be swayed.

Amidst your rampant thoughts, Seungyoun pulled his head away from where it rested on top of yours.

It was time.

“I wish Dongpyo was here.” Your abrupt confession caught Seungyoun off-guard. He furrowed his eyebrows, looking skeptically at you.

“Why would you want that brat here?”

There was bad blood between them; you could feel it by simply hearing the annoyance in Seungyoun’s voice.

Dongpyo could be horrible. You knew that. But the fact that he could be good was only known to you. He had been the first to warn you against Seungwoo, albeit in not the best of ways. But even so, at least, he had tried. He had also been there for you like a little brother, using less of his wicked ways when he was with you.

“He’s not a bad person. Just misunderstood.”

And at fault for being Seungwoo’s adopted brother, you thought. You couldn’t blame Dongpyo for his wretched attitude, not with Seungwoo as his brother, and not with the constant humiliation and degradation he went through. You couldn’t imagine becoming anything less than a monster living the way he lived, and yet he had carried himself so well even amidst the terror, salvaging the small piece of his childhood.

Seungyoun scoffed and spoke again, but not to argue, “He tried to poison me once. Well, not exactly me, but I did get poisoned.”

Though the grave situation he mentioned, you still smiled. A hint of humor lined your lips when you said, “And then I saved you.”

Seungyoun’s eyes were a sparkling mess when he looked at you.

“And then you saved me.”

He glanced at his watch.

9:59 am.

There was an announcement going on, followed by people filing out of the arrival terminal again. One of them would be Seungwoo. One of them would die by your hands.

“I love you, Seungyoun.”

Your hands were shaking so you held onto Seungyoun’s, only to find them steady as rain, holding you firmly lest you collapse and tatter into pieces. He wanted to tell you he loved you too, that he wanted to kiss you more than anything in the world but the words lingered in the air, overcome by dread as he saw Seungwoo—in his usual attire of a black suit—walking out from amongst the crowd of people.

He gave your hands a firm squeeze before gently letting go.

“Be brave.”

Seungwoo was materializing too soon, too fast. It was hard to catch your breath when he took you into his arms, holding you as if he had not ordered Seungyoun to kill you; twice now. After what felt like an eternity, Seungwoo let you go. He held you by the shoulders, surveying your face with a broad smile.

“I’m glad you’re okay.”

And that was all the affection he could offer before he proceeded to give Seungyoun a pat on his shoulders.

“Thank you for bringing her here, Seungyoun. And thank you for taking care of her as I told you to.”

Seungyoun had settled things with the Lee syndicate, hence the words of gratitude. He had blown up their most prized possession—the warehouse—and that had damaged them beyond repair. Of course Lee Jinhyuk operated in multiple locations, but his prime business had taken a huge blow and thankfully, they couldn’t get back at Seungwoo or his men for they lacked the resources. They would heal, and they would come back, but that would take an awfully long time and by then Seungwoo’s syndicate would be out of their reach.

That, and Seungyoun’s heroic deed of saving you had restored his pride and honor in Seungwoo’s eyes, not that he cared much. Seungyoun had seen what Seungwoo could be, and he had not liked it in the slightest.

“It’s good to have you back, Seungwoo hyung.”

Oh, the lies. They poisoned Seungyoun’s tongue.

“And it’s good to see you both.”

You glanced at Seungyoun. He was smiling, though the smile didn’t reach his eyes.

Once the greetings were done with, Seungyoun drove you and Seungwoo back to your home since Seungwoo had insisted on spending some time with you. You hated the idea of being anywhere near Seungwoo, in fact you hated everything about him. His voice, his presence and the way he was driving you away from Seungyoun, piece by piece.

It felt bizarre when it was Seungwoo you went into your house with and not Seungyoun. Seungyoun stayed back, in the driveway in front of your house as you went farther and farther away from him before disappearing behind the confines of your house.

He had seen your eyes waver when you closed the door, but he had simply given a nod of assurance. A nod that he hoped would tell you everything would be fine.

But as soon as the door to your house closed you felt something blocking out the air from entering your swollen lungs. It was hard to breathe, and even harder to think when you felt Seungwoo leading you into your bedroom before kissing you.

“I missed you,” he murmured against your lips. His hands gripped your waist, lips catching onto your neck as you tried to find the voice to protest. You wanted to push him away, to scream and yell at him for letting you down.

But your voice betrayed you as you replied, “I missed you too.”

There was no truth behind your words, and at least for that, you were relieved.

Meanwhile, Seungwoo’s hands were crawling up from beneath your shirt, tugging at its hem.

Come on, Y/n, just tell him to stop.

You couldn’t tell him to stop. Not when his hands were slipping you out of your shirt and your bra, stripping you down till you were stark naked and at his disposal. He gently pushed you down onto your bed with one hand, taking off his shirt between a string of short kisses, some of which you returned, most of which you didn’t. There was a sudden need to cover yourself out of shame, out of embarrassment, but Seungwoo had your hands pinned by your sides, putting that need to waste.

There was still time to ask him to stop, you knew it. But then again, what would your excuse be? That you were tired? That you were just not in the mood?

No, that would be too weak of an excuse, and Seungwoo would catch up to your lies before you could get a grip around him. You forced yourself to suppress a sigh, eyes wandering as Seungwoo left a trail of sloppy trails down your chest.

You whimpered when Seungwoo’s hand trailed down your stomach, leaving a trail of shivers down your spine. His slender fingers raked up and down your thighs, exploring the skin where Seungyoun’s warm hands had found refuge. You bit your lips, keeping yourself from shedding the layer of moisture blurring your vision.

You were so weak, so helpless.

You could only close your eyes when you heard the clink of Seungwoo’s belt and the ruffle of his pants as they joined the mess of clothes on the floor. You hoped closing your eyes would make this end soon, but it only made things worse. With darkness behind your eyes, the void was filled with memories full of longing. And in that longing you saw your brother, your friends and brightest of all, Seungyoun, living in a world where Seungwoo and men like him didn’t exist. It was a lovely world. A world you wanted to be reborn in.

But it disappeared when you opened your eyes, your breaths breaking into shallow whimpers as you felt Seungwoo push into you. He kissed you as he picked up his pace, setting a steady rhythm, pushing himself in and out.

“I love you so fucking much.”

You wished there was a gun nearby. Or any weapon you could pierce Seungwoo’s cold, traitorous heart with. But there were only your tears, which he licked away with his poisonous kisses.

You were at the mercy of a merciless man. And you were entirely helpless, accepting your defeat with every kiss he gave you.

But not for long.

***********

“I have to get to my dance class.”

Your voice broke the terrible silence around you. Seungwoo shifted behind you, pulling you closer. He mumbled incoherently about how you could just skip it for today.

“I can’t, I’ve already skipped too many.”

You pushed yourself out of his grip, leaving the bed before quickly slipping into your clothes. You prayed he wouldn’t press the matter and let you leave before the confinement of your house could suffocate you.

“Fine.”

Seungwoo shifted out of the bed, putting on his own clothes before walking up to you and resting a hand on your cheeks. His touch was soft, but his eyes were stern. Slowly, he was returning to his real self; the stoic and reserved Seungwoo that he had buried somewhere inside him was crawling out of the mud, opening his eyes to the world he left behind.

“I will send you a dress today.”

Seungwoo’s hand left your cheek and caught onto the pendant hanging around your neck. The morse code pendant was still in your possession after Seungyoun had denied your offer to take it back. You had not complained when he had placed the chain back into your firm hands. Instead, you welcomed the feeling of the cold metal back on your skin.

You watched as Seungwoo twirled the pendant in his hands, surveying the small engraved morse code which only you knew the meaning of.

“I want you to wear it tomorrow.”

He let the pendant fall back onto your neck.

“What’s tomorrow?” You asked.

Seungwoo turned his back to you, turning to face the residual light seeping from your room’s window.

“I’m back after two weeks, don’t you think that calls for a little celebration?”

You shook your head because he wasn’t looking. Because you were always the bravest when he wasn’t looking.

“I see…,” Your voice trailed off. With timid steps, you stepped back from Seungwoo, striving to put as much distance between you two as possible.

“I should probably get going... I’m getting late.”

Seungwoo hummed in response.

You walked out of the room, relaxing your tense muscles. Your legs ached to run, but you steadied them until you were out of your house and walking across the driveway. Only when your house had vanished into the horizon behind you did you finally give yourself the release you so desperately needed.

You took a deep breath of fresh air and then bolted into a run.

And you didn’t look back. Not even once.

***********

4:30 pm

“So...Which one will it be?”

Seungyoun watched as Wooseok held up two plates with samples of red velvet cakes. One was a crimson monstrosity with powdered sugar sprinkled at the top while the other was smaller, yet hideous with its peculiar assortment of chocolate candies. Wooseok looked at Seungyoun eagerly, tapping his foot rapidly.

“I don’t know-”

“Oh come one! How hard can it be? Just pick a damn cake.” Wooseok was at his edge now, agitated by Seungyoun’s indifferent behaviour. He placed the plates down on the Seungyon’s desk. The sound of their clink against the wood startled Seungyoun, cutting sharply at his dazed mind.

“You can talk to me if there is anything bothering you.”

Seungyoun gazed up. He considered Wooseok’s offer, the burden in his heart aching for a release. He debated whether he could trust Wooseok, and felt ashamed for doing so. Wooseok was Seungyoun’s oldest friend, and perhaps, his only friend. To doubt him would be to doubt everyone he had ever known all his life.

“I’m okay, just tired.”

Wooseok waited for him to change his mind but Seungyoun was firm with his decision to keep the matter to himself. After all, the less people he involved, the safer everyone would be, or so he believed.

Seungyoun pointed to the larger cake on his table, the one covered with powdered sugar.

“Put that one out.”

Wooseok let out a sigh of relief, “Finally.”

Seungyoun surveyed him as he proceeded to pick both plates up from his desk.

“Is there any special occasion for which you brought the cakes?”

Wooseok peered up at him, face pulled in a frown.

“You don’t know? Mr. Seungwoo asked to prepare for a party in his honor, because we overtook the Lee’s.”

Seungyoun stared at Wooseok, not blinking for a few moments as he took in the information.

A party in his hotel that Seungyoun himself did not know about? Usually any occasion or event would be discussed with Seungyoun first, and only after he had approved it would it proceed. No matter how significant it may be.

When Seungyoun didn’t speak for a long time, Wooseok cocked his head to one side, curious as he asked, “You didn’t know? I think Seungwoo asked the event manager to organize it this time.”

"Dongpyo?" Seungyoun asked, voice laden with disbelief. It seemed as if Wooseok was about to shake his head but the abrupt click of the door handle made them both snap their heads towards it.

As if on cue, the little devil barged into Seungyoun’s office, not bothering to knock as he plopped himself down on a chair by the desk.

“I’m getting out of here,” Wooseok mumbled, hurriedly taking his leave.

Unfortunately, no one liked confronting the little devil. But much to Seungyoun’s dismay, it was an absolute necessity for him to have to speak to him.

Before Seungyoun could greet him with a well-crafted insult, Dongpyo threw a heavy file at his desk.

“I can’t deal with this. This whole party organizing thing goes past my head.”

“And you want me to do what about that?”

Seungyoun glared at Dongpyo who remained unfazed by his hostility. He was too used to the constant banter.

“Nothing,” Dongpyo shifted in the seat, toying with Seungyoun’s name plate on the desk. His shoulders tensed when he eyed Seungyoun, though his eyes were soft. And for a second, whilst looking back into Dongpyo’s eyes, Seungyoun could see the boy he was. The boy he could’ve been if things hadn’t gone south. A boy he could love like his little brother, but the image vanished as soon as it materialized when Dongpyo spoke, “I just came to give you a heads up,”

If he hadn’t seen Dongpyo’s eyes soften just a moment ago, Seungyoun would’ve replied with a sharp retort. But there was a sickness in the boy’s eyes, a fever in his small heart. And Seungyoun would be a heartless bastard to damage him further.

“One of us has our foot in the grave.”

Dongpyo opened the file discarded on the desk. He flipped the pages, motions sluggish as he stopped on a page and turned it towards Seungyoun.

“There are more than 200 invites,” Donpyo said as Seungyoun skimmed through the page.

“Seungwoo wants music, dancing, maximun protection and basically everything he would usually need before he was about to orchestrate murder in the premise.”

Seungyoun nodded subconsciously. He recalled all the parties he had ever organized, the ones where blood was shed and the ones where things had been relatively quiet. Then he looked at the instructions given for tomorrow’s party, and his blood ran cold.

“How do you know it might be one of us he’s after?”

Dongpyo shrugged, “He didn’t tell you about the party, and neither did he tell me.”

“Besides,” he stood up, placing the name plate in his hand back on the desk. “We’re not really his favorites nowadays.”

Seungyoun observed him skeptically, “Why would you say that-”

“Oh don’t act so stupid Seungyoun, it doesn’t suit you.”

Dongpyo was so relaxed it put Seungyoun on the edge. He waited for him to continue, growing anxious by the second.

“I don’t particularly care about you, but I care about Y/n. And she probably cares about you, unfortunately. That’s why I came here. If Seungwoo does anything to you, that girl is going to blame herself for the rest of her miserable life.”

Seungyoun’s heart thrummed against his chest. His mouth was dry, making it difficult to swallow, and even difficult to speak when he tried, “I don’t know what you’re talking-”

“Of course you do. Just now when I took Y/n’s name your eyes lit up in apprehension. It would be a wonder if Seungwoo hasn’t noticed the spark between you two yet.”

“Don’t you dare-” Seungyoun threatened, but was cut off mid sentence.

“I don’t want to. Like I said, I care about Y/n.”

Dongpyo scoffed when he saw Seungyoun’s look of disbelief.

“I know it sounds weird coming from me, but even the devil can have a heart.”

Seungyoun didn’t speak as Dongpyo sauntered out of his office, shooting him a look of what could be pity as he closed the door behind him.

Dongpyo’s words lingered in his mind as he closed his eyes and leaned back against the chair.

He wanted to think about the party tomorrow, of what it would bring for him. Of what it would bring for you. But he could only think about how much he missed you, and how it sucked to not see you every second of the day.

He thought and thought as he dug out his phone from his pocket and contemplated dialing your number.

He didn’t hesitate once as he pressed dial, eager to hear your voice again.

*********

Your friends couldn’t believe you when you told them you were quitting the dance class. And you partially blamed yourself for being so abrupt with the confession. It had slipped out of your mouth in a normal conversation as you all were packing up for the day.

“Can’t believe it’s my last day,” you had blurted out of nowhere while you all were laughing. Your untimely confession had plucked the laughter from the boys’ mouths, leaving them scampering for answers. Hyeongjun was the first to break. He clinged to your shoulders, tears pricking his eyes as he pleaded you not to leave. Junho was soon to break down next, throwing questions that you had difficulty answering.

Minhee had been the most patient, merely listening as you explained your side of the story to the more persistent boys. He had stayed behind when Hyeongjun and Junho had left, wanting answers that you could give him easily.

“You’re not really coming back.” Minhee pondered out loud, a contradiction to the reassurance you gave to Hyeongjun, claiming you were just temporarily quitting.

You two were sitting on a bench near the bus stop, in a rather solemn street. The road was empty, save for the occasional car that rolled by, and even emptier was the air surrounding you.

“No,” you choked out, holding back tears and avoiding Minhee’s stare. “I don’t think I’m coming back.”

There was silence on Minhee’s side. He took a moment to push back his own tears, and sighed as he took your hand in his.

“You can talk to me, Y/n.”

Of course I can, you thought. If there was any person you could talk about your problems to, it was Minhee. Your friend, your confidant. The person who knew you before anyone else did. And yet, when you opened your mouth to confess, something stole the words right out of your mouth.

You gaped up at Minhee, tears welling up in your eyes as you struggled to speak. You choked back sobs, shaking your head as he took you in his arms. Minhee held you as if you were mere pieces of broken glass, fearing that if he let you go you would scatter onto the pavement.

"It's okay," He cooed in your ears, slowly stroking your hair. Minhee's movements were soft, voice strong.

You wiped your tears with your sleeve. Your chest heaved as you tried to calm yourself down. Gradually, your head left Minhee's chest, and his arms slid down your shoulders, returning by his sides.

Wiping away the residual tears, you whispered-because that's all you could do with your hoarse throat-, "I’m sorry I’m doing this to you guys."

A flare of headlights and the rumble of a bus engine could be heard in the distance. Out on the edge of the road, Minhee’s bus rolled towards the bus stop. In a few moments Minhee would get on it, and you would lose the last piece of yourself with him. You had already lost Junho and Hyeongjun, fed them up on baseless promises, but the closer the bus got, the more adamant you became on not telling Minhee any lies. Lies would smoulder your friendship, but the truth would set it on fire.

“Whatever it is that is holding you back…” Minhee began, biting his lips as he tapped his foot against the ground. He looked at you, face dulled into a look of pity, “I just hope it doesn’t take you away from us, from me, forever.”

He leaned forward, face suspended a few inches from yours as he turned your head down with his hands and kissed your forehead. The ache in your heart dulled as your pulse scampered, making you dizzier by the second.

Minhee pulled back and the bus stopped in front of you. It was time to let him go.

You wished you wouldn’t be gone forever. You truly, deeply wished that. But there would be blood on your hands soon, and you couldn't smear it on your only friends. You just couldn't be that cruel.

Minhee climbed up the small stairs of the bus, hesitant as he spared you a glance over his shoulder. You captured the look on his face. In case you never saw them again, you wanted to—at the very least— remember what your friends looked like. The doors hissed as they closed. And away went the bus, taking the last of your friends with it.

*********************

“The tide is high today.”

You lifted your head from where it rested on the dashboard. Out in the distance you saw waves crashing against the blanket of sand, rising up as if to engulf the beach before receding and taking away with them the mischievous threat. The sun ebbed way over the horizon, dipping into the endless sea, bathing the world with the residue of its fading light.

Some of its light shone on your face, and some on Seungyoun’s face as he gazed at you from the driver’s seat of his car. His lips were turned up, flickering with the ghost of a smile.

“You look beautiful.”

Seungyoun’s eyes glistened as they surveyed your face, lingering on your reddening cheeks from his abrupt compliment. He ran his fingertips across your face. His touch was barely a soft caress, gone before you could even feel it. It left you seeking for more.

“I wish Y/n and Seungyoun of two weeks ago were here instead of us,” you whispered, fearing that raising your voice would steal the perfect moment away.

“Y/n and Seungyoun of two weeks ago despised each other,” Seungyoun laughed. He turned to face the beach in view, the pupils in his eyes dilating as the world around you darkened.

“Then I wish Y/n and Seungyoun of today could go back two weeks, to the safety of a few dance lessons and a game of UNO.”

“And have you win the game by cheating all over again? I’ll pass.” Seungyoun scoffed, humor thick in his voice as he tilted his head to look at you again.

“I did not cheat. You were just too bad at it.” You huffed out, folding your arms over your chest defensively. The smile was still on your face, keeping the air light and breathable, unlike back at your house.

“Of course,” Seungyoun rolled his eyes.

He leaned forward and pressed a kiss on your lips, smiling when your hands intertwined with his. You kissed him back, listening as the sea around you rose like the butterflies in your chest. Seungyoun pulled back and the sea withdrew, shying away from what lingered between you both in that ephemeral moment.

“I should take you home.”

Seungyoun’s words broke the moment, and his voice broke the sea as it reached forward with foamy waves, unleashing its fury onto the beach. The roar of the tide instilled a violent fear in your chest. You licked your lips as Seungyoun pulled away, shifting the gear until his car was pulling out of the small parking lot in front of the beach.

“Don’t take me to my home.”

You clung to Seungyoun’s forearm, holding him tight. Your chest heaved with the memories of early morning dwindling in your feeble mind.

Your sudden shift of emotions startled Seungyoun. He looked at you, eyebrows furrowed as he slowly nodded.

“Where else do you want to go?” Seungyoun asked, mind whirring.

You shook your head, sighing. Anxiously, you fidgeted with your fingers, pulling your lips into a tight line.

"Your home. Take me to your home."

****************

You had expected Seungyoun’s home to be a lot of things; dark, remote and even a bit scary. But mostly you had expected it to be messy and closed off.

What you had not expected his home to have was so many windows. Every single room in his colossal house had a large window, may it be the living room or the bedroom itself. They made the house look brighter, despite the dark beige interior. Where your house was a hideous mess of green interior, Seungyoun’s was a warm brown. It was easy to find comfort in every room Seungyoun showed you, but mostly in the living room you sat in as Seungyoun fumbled with something in the kitchen.

“You sure you don’t want any help?”

Seungyoun tried to glance at you, but hit his head on the shelf in the attempt. You tried to hide your smile as Seungyoun let out a curse. Nonetheless, he covered his clumsiness with a smile.

“Nope. I’m doing pretty good.”

He gave you a thumbs up, reminding you of the day he first met you, when you had shown the same gesture to him. He had found it bizarre back then, annoying even. You had merely smiled at his distant behavior.

You two had hated each other then, yet everything else was so easy, so normal.

Seungyoun stepped away from the stove, gently removing the kettle he had been brewing tea in before pouring the searing liquid into two cups. You shifted to peer at him from the corner of the living room, still seated in the couch facing the tv.

He sauntered into the room, carefully blowing on one of the cups in an attempt to cool it down. He handed it over to you, before setting down his own cup on the side table.

Hesitantly, you sipped the tea, waiting for the hot liquid to burn your tongue but relieved when it was almost lukewarm.

"Don't do it Y/n."

Your head shot towards seungyoun. He was perched on the edge of the sofa, fidgeting with his fingers.

"Do what?"

You dreaded the answer. You knew he would stop you from fulfilling the promise you made yourself. The promise filled with Seungwoo's blood and the pain he made you feel. And you knew you would willingly do anything Seungyoun wanted you to do, except for this one thing.

"Don't kill Seungwoo."

You placed the cup in your hands on the table in front. Seungyoun tugged at your hands, gently holding onto them.

"I know he has caused you a lot of pain, I know… I know he is a bad person. But you are good. You are the best person I've ever met. And I don't want you to taint that perfect part of you."

You weren't listening. You didn't want to listen.

"Please, let it go. Go back home, to your real home."

You knew Seungyoun was talking about the home you left long ago, the one where your parents and your little brother Dohyon lived and waited for you to come back.

"Will you come with me?" you asked.

Your eyes were searching Seungyoun's face, but what you searched for, you did not know.

It took Seungyoun a moment to answer. You could see that he was fighting something off, something that sounded like the clink of heavy chains weighing him down. You wanted to help him fight it off, but your own prepositions kept you from doing so.

"My world and your world are very different-"

Maybe this is it, you thought. Perhaps Seungyoun had finally reached the edge of whatever love you two had and he just didn’t want to go any farther. You didn’t blame him for it, but it hurt nonetheless.

“But I’m willing to leave my world behind and create a new one… A world that welcomes us. If only you are willing to do the same.”

Were you willing to do the same? No. Not at all. Or at least that’s what your mind told you. You didn’t dare ask your heart for an opinion, because you knew what it wanted.

Defeated, you wrapped your arms around Seungyoun, indulging yourself in the intoxicating scent of his body. With your body so close to his, Seungyoun forgot that you gave him no affirmative answer. And you forgot that you were going to kill Seungwoo tomorrow, at the party meant to celebrate him, wearing the dress he sent for you.

You knew you would have to remember it all once Seungyoun’s embrace was no longer subduing the rage in your heart. Even so, you gave his offer a thought.

But the boiling blood coursing through your veins burnt your thoughts and it scorched your common sense.

You were going to kill Seungwoo. One way or another.

*************************

The black silk gown clung to your body, making you squirm in discomfort. It was a simple dress, pooling at your ankles and hanging low on your shoulders, a rather loose fit.

But it wasn’t the dimensions of the dress that irked you. It was its pitch black color. Black had never been a color you liked. It was too edgy, like a black hole stealing the light around.

Still, you straightened your shoulders and clutched a matching purse in your hand, smiling as you drifted through High Sun hotel, thanking the staff that welcomed you and the stream of outrageously dressed guests.

Seungyoun was nowhere to be found, as expected. He would probably be in his office at this hour, overseeing guest lists and last minute preparations.

One of the staff members guided you through the gigantic hallway and into a hall where the party was in full swing. If you hadn’t seen enough of them already, you would’ve been in awe of the immaculately dressed aristocrats crowding the large hall. You could always count on Seungwoo’s guest to flaunt their glistening diamonds and gold in every way possible. They almost made you conscious of your own plain dress, save for a few jewels that lined its neckline.

“You don’t look so bad.”

You turned your head sideways, smiling when you found Dongpyo standing not too far from you. Clad in a tuxedo with his hair pushed back, he resembled Seungwoo even though the resemblance wouldn’t help him in the slightest. His hands were pinned behind his back, face holding that signature scowl he was infamous for.

“You don’t look so bad yourself.”

Your compliment relaxed him a bit. It broke the look of annoyance, leaching it away in an instant. Tentatively, he stepped towards you, gracefully extending a gloved hand before gazing up at you.

“Care for a dance?”

You shrugged.

Dongpyo pulled you into the centre of the lavishly decorated hall, under the crystal chandelier that was suspended above the dance floor. The mellow music sifted through the air, making you painfully aware of what you carried in your suspiciously voluminous purse.

Donpyo placed a hand on your waist, while the other clasped your hand as you two danced to the slow melody. You were quiet for the longest time, simply taking in the bizarre world around you. The place, the people, the music; it was all so foreign to you. And perhaps it would always be, because no matter how hard Seungwoo tried to make you fit in, you just couldn’t. You were like a stubborn puzzle piece, printed to complete the puzzle yet too persistent to just not form a sound shape. Seungwoo had tried cutting you, tried moulding you to fit his puzzle, but to no avail. You were simply unchangeable. A wild beast in a world full of pacifists.

And like a beast, you always had an unquenchable thirst for revenge. The desire to see the blood pouring from the skin of the person that wronged you, to watch as they were persecuted in front of your very eyes. That’s what you had done with the men who took everything from you. That was the story unknown to most.

After Seungwoo had saved you, he had asked what you wanted to be done with the men who had stripped you of your honor. And what you had asked Seungwoo to do to them was beyond the imaginations of a sane human being.

You had asked them to be burned and skinned and butchered like farm animals. You had watched even, as the men had their tongues torn out with pincers, parts of their bodies burned with scorching torches as they screamed in agony. With every scream they let out, you gave them a fit of laughter. You were a monster in the eyes of the men who held you at their mercy just days ago.

At the end of it all, you had stayed to bid farewell to what was left of their barely breathing bodies. You knew not what became of them, where they were buried or if they were buried at all. They certainly did not deserve a proper burial, perhaps cremation would’ve been preferred by you, just so they would get a taste of where they would be going after you were done with them.

And it wasn’t as if you wouldn’t be going to hell, too, after all that you had asked from Seungwoo. And maybe, above all the pain Seungwoo had given to you, the real reason you wanted to kill Seungwoo was the fact that he had seen you become a monster. You had been at your worst when you had met him, consumed by the fire of retribution. But you were at your best when you met Seungyoun, and you knew very well that as long as Seungwoo was alive, he would never let you be good.

*************

"She is looking beautiful, isn't she?"

Seungwoo walked over until he stood next to Seungyoun. They were both standing on a terraced balcony that overlooked the hall below, watching as people loitered amidst the raging music and intoxicating drinks.

"I suppose."

Seungyoun knew without a doubt Seungwoo had been talking about you. He could track his gaze down to where you danced with Dongpyo. Your eyes held the memories of long ago, yet your body flowed with the soft melody.

"It is always too bad when something so beautiful starts to corrode."

Seungyoun peered at Seungwoo from the corner of his eyes, wondering what he may have meant from his blatant confession.

Seungwoo turned to Seungyoun, tilting his head to one side. "So in the span of two weeks, you found nothing on her?"

Seungyoun didn't avoid his gaze, despite the desperate need to do so.

"No. No, I didn't."

Seungwoo hummed in response, trailing his eyes back to you.

He furrowed his eyebrows, focusing them as if he was trying to get you to look back at him. At some point, you jutted your chin towards the balcony, and found the eyes of one of the two men. And it wasn't Seungwoo.

"Kill her anyway. "

Seungyoun's eyes snapped over to Seungwoo. His veins constricted as his face turned pale against his perspiring body.

"What?"

Seungwoo left Seungyoun's side, patting him once on the shoulder before saying, "Kill her… or save her and kill yourself instead."

He exited the balcony from a vast door, leading to the antechamber of his office, leaving Seungyoun scrambling for air.

***********

“Are you okay?”

Your mind, seeping through the resistant memories, whirled back to the present. You licked your lips, nodding slowly.

Donpyo glanced sideways, eyes frantic as if on the lookout for someone.

“Seungyoun really loves you.”

You opened your mouth before closing it shut. Your heart hammered against your fragile chest, unable to contain your surprise at Dongpyo’s abrupt confession.

“What are you talking about?”

You gave him a fake smile, cheeks twitching as if too truthful to hide the lie behind the curl of your lips.

“Cut the crap. I know what’s going on between you two.”

You swallowed through your parched throat, words forming in your mouth but disintegrating from your voice.

“And I won’t tell Seungwoo, so don’t worry.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, raising a hand to wipe the sweat off of your forehead.

“But-” Donpyo looked sideways again, eyes shining with paranoia, “I want you to know that you should leave Seungwoo as soon as you can. The more you stay around, the darker your soul becomes. He will suck the life and happiness out of you and he will take Seungyoun away. I know it, I-I saw it in his eyes yesterday. There was… There was anger and agitation and he was on the edge. He was blabbering about you and Seungyoun, I don’t know… I just,”

You held onto Dongpyo who was on the verge of collapsing to the floor. His ragged breaths cut through the melody of the music, draining it of its beauty and filling it with dread to the point that it spilled in the air around you.

“Donpyo what are you saying?”

You yourself were on the edge of tearing up, frightened by Dongpyo’s revelations. Were you really going to lose Seungyoun? Would Seungwoo really take him away from you before you had a chance to love him to your heart’s content?

“Where is he? Donpyo?”

You grabbed Donpyo’s chin forcing him to look at you. His eyes were swollen, cheeks reddening with the way he cried.

“Where’s Seungyoun?”

Panic settled in your bones as you shook the boy by his shoulders, hissing when he wouldn’t stop crying.

“I don’t know,” he said between sobs, “I don’t know.”

Ignorant of the people around you, you let out a loud groan of frustration, ruffling your combed hair as you exited the hall. You meandered through the massive hallways, a hand on your chest to stop your heart from pouring out. In the heat of the moment, you had discarded your heavy purse somewhere, abandoning the weapon in it to whoever would lay his or her hands on it before you would again.

Pushing through a set of giant doors, you brushed past a few waiters politely telling you that you were in the private sector of the hotel and that they could not allow you to pass through. At some point they had abandoned you to your frantic search, deciding that talking to you would be like talking to a brick wall. And at that very point you had barged through what looked like an office and found yourself face to face with Seungyoun.

His face was turned towards you, a hand extended the way Dongpyo had moments ago to ask you for a dance. The only difference was that Seungyoun wasn’t going to ask you to dance. Because in his tight grip was a polished gun, and it was aimed directly at your head.

Pt II.

"Y/n?"

As fast as the gun had been aimed at your head, it lost its target just as quickly. Seungyoun dropped his hand, frowning as he saw you. Your name sounded strange on his lips, like it had the first day he met you.

"Seungyoun."

And yet, like always, his name was a prayer of relief for you; a tether, a string, a thread binding you together.

You took a step towards him, and then another and then you kept walking until your hand was in his but his gun was on your head. It had found its lost home again.

Were you shocked? No. Not when you had been in the same situation once already. You weren't angry, you weren't afraid. In that moment all your helpless self felt was love, and perhaps everything that went beyond it.

"It's okay, Seungyoun."

You smiled, caressing his face with your calloused hands, staining them with the curse that came with being with you.

"Why is this so hard?"

Seungyoun was on the verge of tears, cheeks wavering in an uncontrolled, feral emotion.

You laughed. And Seungyoun knew that if not for the gun, it would've been the best moment of his life.

You and him, him and you.

Every moment that you two had shared was a gift from God. You didn't deserve even a second with Seungyoun, and yet somehow you had been blessed with so many days of seeing him smile, and seeing him laugh. And if you had asked for anything more, you knew you'd be playing at terrible odds.

"Nothing else matters," you cooed. Your fingers hovered over his eyes, grazing his nose and feeling his shaking lips, "Only us."

You closed your eyes. Seungyoun closed his.

"I love you, no matter what."

Yesterday you were afraid of dying. Today you were willing to embrace it, if only by the hands of Seungyoun. You had no regrets now, no lingering hopes of mercy. It was okay. It was all okay.

"And I love you," Seungyoun whispered, taking a step back. He snatched his hand away from your grip, leaving your skin cold and empty.

You didn't mind. You had felt him once with the kind of touch you'd take to your grave.

"I love you, and no one can take that away. And no one can punish you for it. You committed no crime."

Seungyoun's eyes shot behind you, skin paling at whatever ghost he must've seen. You watched him swallow, cringing at the way he looked so weak, so helpless. You wanted to ease him off his pain. You wanted him to pull the trigger and set you free.

"Do it, Seungyoun."

Your face was peaceful as ever, a harmony in your heart melting into your voice.

You kneeled before him, taking one of his hands and placing it over your heart. It gave you strength and it made you remember. You heaved a long sigh as the uncanny click of the gun jolted awake your fading senses.

You smiled and tried to remember all the good times; the day you held his hand for the first time, the day he told you how good of a dancer you were, the moment he kisses you, for the first and last time. It all came rushing to you, fostering a joy in your veins.

You relaxed your shoulders, your grip around Seungyoun's hand merely a caress now.

"May we meet again," Seungyoun whispered.

There was a shift, an aching loss of feeling on your head and then the shot of the gun sounded.

It was over.

Everything was over.

You opened your eyes.

But not for you.

There was no Seungyoun in front of you, no hand of his on your heart. But there was a splatter of warmth on your face, a crimson liquid staining the wall in front of you.

And below you, right in front of your eyes lay Seungyoun, with a bullet woven intricately into his small head. It was then that you realized it was his blood on your face, and his blood on the walls and his blood on the carpet and his blood everywhere else.

"Seungyoun?"

You waited, your mind fazed and expecting an answer. You crawled towards him, hands suspended above his body as if not sure which part of him to hold first. "Seungyoun?!"

Your mouth hung open, jaw quaking. You raked your fingernails across your face, drawing blood in agony when Seungyoun gave you no answer.

"Answer me you idiot!"

Your voice was now a scream. It was all that mattered. Because Seungyoun was not here. And you were all alone. Tears cascaded down your already wet cheeks, turning red the further down they went. You took a lifeless hand and placed it on your chest again, shaking your head as if to shake off reality.

"No, no, no, no, no."

You chanted, blinking your eyes rapidly, trying anything to make everything go away. There was an ache in your throat, ice in your ailing lungs and tears in your swollen eyes.

"NO!"

Your wails were heard from across the doorway, at which stood the devil, the false god, the merciless. Seungwoo had many names. And he loved each more than the other.

He clapped his hands, sauntering into what used to be Seungyoun's office, eyes fixated on your disoriented self.

"What a terrible end."

You hissed as you turned towards Seungwoo, still kneeling on the floor beside Seungyoun, still mourning him.

"Stay away from me!"

Haphazardly, you grabbed the bloodied gun that lay discarded near his hand. You wiped away the blood on your eyes, pointing the gun at Seungwoo.

The man merely smiled. Bravely, he stepped forward, coming to stand close enough so that he could gently push away the gun's aim.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. The cowards remain cowards at the end."

Despite the urge not to, you still found yourself bawling in front of Seungwoo. Your hand trembled under the weight of the heavy gun, and perhaps under the weight of Seungyoun's death hovering over your chest.

"I told him to be careful around. I told him that you were easily swayed, but he just wouldn't listen."

Seungwoo spoke as if he was trying to make you understand. It felt from his demeanor that all of this was a terrible joke, a play to teach you a lesson.

"Why-why… did you… ?" your words were broken by your clogged throat and the simmering tears.

"You know I had to."

Furious, you aimed the gun again, right above his sick and twisted heart.

"You won't do-"

You pulled the trigger. It was easier than you thought.

With a thud, Seungwoo collapsed on the floor. His chest heaved and he took his last breaths. A moment passed, and then Seungwoo was no more.

You weren't sure if he deserved your tears, so you laughed instead. You laughed for Seungwoo and you cried for Seungyoun and then you laughed again for yourself. For your troubled fate and for your troubled mind.

The music from across the hallway made you imagine what dancing with Seungyoun would've felt like. Of what his hands on your waist and your arms around his neck would've made you feel. You imagined what never having Seungyoun touch you again would feel like, what always remembering him dead and cold and lifeless would feel like.

It wouldn't feel like anything. Nothing would ever feel like anything at all. Because when Seungyoun had placed his hand on your heart, he had taken it for himself.

But now he was dead.

And so was your heart.

************

When people have started gathering around the premise of the two deaths, you had been cradling Seungyoun's body. When the police had been called and they tried to take Seungyoun away, you had charged at them like a wild animal, screaming until they had to physically restrain you.

What came after was a blur. At some point you were detained in what looked like an interrogation room. People asked you questions but you gave them no answers. People screamed at you but you said nothing. They let you go when the silence threatened to drive them crazy, and when Dongpyo came to take you, he had gone a bit crazy too.

You were sent to a building with plain floors and plain walls, to a room that harbored only a bed and a few chairs. People came to talk to you, doctors you assumed, but you said nothing. A woman clad in white regularly took you out of the room, she fed you meals and tucked you in your bed at night. Everyone around you wore white, but not everyone was the same. Some people were quiet, but others were loud and violent. You hated the place, and you hated the loneliness.

You were released from the makeshift purgatory soon, when you had found your voice again. You had asked Dongpyo where Seungyoun's grave was, but he said he didn't know. You had asked then where Seungwoo's grave was, but he said he couldn't tell you.

You went home then. To your real home. To your parents and your brother Dohyon. They had asked what had become of you, but then you lost your voice again. You told them you were waiting. They asked what you waited for. You said they wouldn't understand.

Because you knew not where Seungyoun's grave was, you mourned him by looking up at the sky. You told him you wanted to meet him again, and that you had tried to, several times. But you told him you were a coward, and that you could only wait.

And lastly, you told him that in the world of no mercy, you had found a little, you had savored it and now you paid its terrible price.

You could tell him nothing else.

So you just waited.

You merely waited.

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strawbwrry · 4 years

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i was wondering if you could write one of those word blurbs for drippin with the word 'poems'? 👉👈 it can be whoever you want! 💖

poems w/ junho

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lightly crumpling the small poem y/n let out a small sob feeling her memories and attachments turn to dust as she tries her hardest to rid herself of each happy memory. by her side stood cha junho, he offered only a comforting presence as she let her heart break, “you got this!” her chest tightened, looking at the largish box of poems which she had collected over the course of her last relationship, skimming over the box fill her eyes with hot tears, made her very hands shake, and her lip quiver.

she said nothing as she knocked down the box from the table watching all the poems fly up and begin to float down. she was hysterical, catching poems and crushing them between her fingers frantically, she kicked the box across the yard then turned to the boy stood just behind her, she collapsed to the floor, her dry aching throat crying out small pleas, small desperate pleas. junho himself felt his heart break as he watched the girl he had fallen in love with loose herself with pain right before him.

his heartbreak stopped for just a second as he felt her hands grip tightly onto his shirt, “you’re all i have left. please junho— please don’t leave.” she paused her weak plea, clearing her throat painfully, “ever, please stay with me.” her throat sting as she forced words out, junho wrapped her in a tight hug, lightly pressing a kiss to her head, he’d never leave. her exhaustion caught up with her, she dozed off tiredly in his embrace, junho found himself eyeing the poems that surrounded them on the floor, he had a hard time understand how much agony looking at each of them must bring her, though he couldn’t understand he tried his best too, how could he not?

#cha junho #x1 imagine #drippin #drippin imagines #drippin reactions #drippin angst #drippin fluff #junho #x1 reaction #x1 scenarios

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jaelixs · 4 years

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hi there. i currently miss x1 a ton and to cope i’m gonna read a bunch fanfics so could you recommend me some accounts? i feel like the amount of one it writers are very small here ( i can’t wait for you to post more x1 time stamps btw! )

of course i can :) thank you for reading my work love

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bbyhjuns · 4 years

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X1's reaction to you crying

Request: Hey there! I really like your posts they’re really cool (esp the everyday bf things one its so cute uwu) so I wanna request for you to write a x1 scenario to you crying 😢 cos I rly need some angst oof thank you so much! good luck with your other works! 😻

A/N: i really love writing reactions!!! it gives me more space to explore different scenarios and fit them according to the members' different personalities. hope yall would enjoy this one!

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Seungwoo:

Truth to be told, you hate showing your weak side; to anyone, even to your boyfriend. Which was why when you had a sudden breakdown in the middle of the night, you tried to stifle your cries as much as you could. Yet Seungwoo's sharp hearing noticed something was wrong as he immediately got up from the bed and headed to the bathroom, knocking on the door intensely with a concerned tone, "Babe, you alright? I'm here to help"

It took quite some time for you to let him in, and as soon as you did he immediately fell to your side, his arms encircling your waist as he pushed your head to his shoulder, hands giving you small but steady pats. He'd remind you everything is alright, and would also try to get you to speak your mind out. Overall he'd be extremely comforting and loving (like he always is).

Seungyoun:

He was minding his own business when he heard your sniffles from inside the room. Confused but still concerned, he'd enter the room immediately, asking you if everything's alright. Yet he couldn't help but end up chuckling instead: at the sight of you huddled up in your blanket with your laptop sitting on your lap, sniffling and crying over the movie you were watching.

After seeing your pouty face he'd try to control his laughter, and fall into bed with you to cuddle you up, cooing "You're such a big baby.... and i love it". Prepared to be teased about this incident a lot though, he probably wont let it go easily.

Wooseok:

Noticing how you'd been a bit on the gloomy side for the past few days, he had sat you down and try to get you to talk it out, "If there's anything on your mind, tell me. I'm willing to listen.". Those words caused you to break down into tears immediately, as all the emotions you've been storing in the past few days came spilling out.

While holding and caressing the back of your hand, he'd listen attentively to all your worries, nodding from time to time. He'd mostly use physical touch (touching your hands, thighs, face) to comfort and calm you down. He'd always try to give as much as advice as possible, trying his best to assure you that everything would be alright in the end.

Yohan:

It'd take him a while to process everything: your endless sobbing and shortness of breath. The sight of you falling apart in front of him broke him, and internally he blamed himself for not being to help you. But externally he'd try to remain calm, his hands never leaving yours as he squeezes them tightly.

Be prepared for lots of hugs and kisses. I feel like he wouldn't say much, probably because he isn't too sure whether you'd want to talk about it, and because he believes that letting you cry all of it out before talking seems to be the best way. Nonetheless he'd still be as loving and caring as always.

Hangyul:

He had immediately rushed down to your house after your call, despite it being late in the middle of the night. He came prepared though, with your favourite drink and a pair of his sweaters (since he knows it's something that comforts you). With worry he'd engulf you in his arms with a tight hug, hands circling around your back.

Unlike his usual goofy self, he'd be serious and extremely caring, making sure that you're alright. He'd also be willing to stay with the whole of the night (and probably also the whole of the next day) because he wants to make sure you're completely okay before he leaves.

Junho:

As someone who always hides his emotions, he, out of everyone else, understands how you feel the most. And knowing you for long, he instinctively knows when you're feeling down or just need a good cry out. On days like these he'd be a little more goofy, always trying to lift up your mood.

He'd surprisingly be very calm when you start crying, with him staying by your side quietly and comforting you. He'd also be much more softer towards you, be it his tone of voice or the way he expresses himself.

Dongpyo:

With him around by your side, your days are hardly dull or gloomy. But of course, emotions can sometimes get the better of you and the next thing you know, you're balling your eyes out. I can see Dongpyo being extremely cuddly and affectionate on these days, be it always hugging you and giving you small pecks. He'd still be his usual bubbly self, trying to cheer you up.

Be prepared for him to take you on small little dates too, especially to your favourite places, all in hopes that you'd feel a tiny bit better.

Minhee:

He has always been a great listener: always listening attentively and giving you valuable advice. Like Junho, he'd be very calm if you were to start crying, making sure that he's there to help you if you need any, and to remind you that everything is alright.

As compared to his usual self, he'd be a little more touchy and affectionate, keeping you in his arms and often, patting your head.

Eunsang:

I feel like he'd be a mix between Wooseok and Yohan. As soon as he notices that you're not your usual self, he'd try to comfort you and ask you if everything is alright, trying to get you to speak. But when you start crying it'd send him into a slight panic mood at first as he'd be unsure of what to do.

But over time he'd continue giving you a comforting smile, getting you tissues or your favourite snacks; anything you need to make you feel better.

Hyeongjun:

Being the soft and understanding person he is, seeing you cry would most likely also bring tears to his own eyes. But of course, he'd try to control them as his main priority would be to comfort and cheer you up. He wouldn't say much, but instead will hold your hand or body tightly and repeat "It'll be alright".

He wouldn't force you to share your worries if you weren't comfortable, but would also remind you that anytime you're ready, he'd be willing to help anytime.

Dohyon:

Unfamiliar with these types of situations, it took him by surprise when he saw a tear falling from your eyes. He'd be in a slight panic mood, probably handing you tissues immediately and (awkwardly) patting your back. It'd probably also be silent between the both of you, with him thinking of what he can do to help.

"You wanna talk about it?" he'd try to ask you, and if he could, he'd also give you a few advice here and there. If not, he'd just try his best to comfort you by staying by your side.

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seokmattchuus · 5 years

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First kiss with X1 - Reaction

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Seungwoo: When you asked to come over and study, he didn’t expect you to rant about how slow he was taking things. But you were determined to get him to snap and do something. But of course he didn’t, ending the conversation with ‘I will eventually.’ He had the patience of a god and you were left unsuccessful while you reluctantly shifted your focus back to your homework. It was when you weren’t expecting it that he quickly turned his head pressed his lips to yours.

“I told you I would.” He smirked at your shocked face before doing it again. “Now get back to your work.”

Seungyoun: Walking you home normally wasn’t as nerve-racking as tonight, but he couldn’t help but think of all the ways tonight could go wrong, especially as your place came into view and your hand started to release it’s grip on his. When he didn’t let go as easily, you looked up at him figuring he had something to say, but you were met with him placing a small kiss on your lips, your lips curving into a smile as he pulled away.

“Someone seems happy.” He laughed as the smile never left. “It makes me want to do it again.”

Wooseok: You were supposed to be watching the movie, but you couldn’t help but stare at your boyfriend and unbeknownst to you, it was starting to get to him. He knew he was hot, but did you really have to stare at him that much? With that look? Especially when you chose the movie? When he turned to look at you, you quickly moved your eyes to the screen, your face heating up as you got caught.

“If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to kiss you.” He smiled before realizing what he said. “Wait, that’s not how I wanted to do it.”

Yohan: The movie went great. Dinner went great. The walk home went great. But he still couldn’t help the nervous feeling that bubbled up in him as he walked you to the door. You leaned in for a hug and when you pulled away he couldn’t help but lean in, his hands cupping your face lightly before he pulled away, a shy smile smile stuck on his face.

“I-Sorry-” He chuckled nervously, his hand scratching the back of his neck. “I just couldn’t help it.”

Hangyeol: When he let you pick where to go for the day’s date, he wasn’t expecting you to choose a library. He spent his time following you around as you browsed the isles, finally picking a few books and smiled as you made your way back to the table you chose. You’d been so caught up in reading that you hadn’t noticed him staring at you before leaning over and quickly pecking your lips before anyone could see, a small laugh coming out as you hid behind your book.

“You’re cute when you’re flustered.” He whispered with a smile. “I should catch you off guard more often.”

Junho: It was a spur of the moment thing. It wasn’t supposed to happen that way, but maybe the universe just wanted to ruin his plans. In the midst of playing video games, he’d won for the umpteenth time, and you smacked his shoulder with a pout. You were too busy scolding him about how he should at least let you win once when he couldn’t take it anymore, leaning in and not pulling away until he realized what he’d done.

“You just looked cu-” He started before he sighed and closed his eyes. “Wait, that sounded cringy.”

Dongpyo: You kept teasing him about how he never made the first move for anything in the relationship. You had confessed, you had asked him out, you had held his hand first. At this rate, you were pretty sure you’d end up being the one to kiss him first. But before you could even get to that part, he quickly leaned over and pecked your lips before resuming his place in his seat, pretending nothing happened.

“There, I did it.” He rushed out, before looking away. “Now you can’t say I never make the first move.”

Minhee: He'd been trying to do it all day and it’s like the universe was against him. Something always got in the way. He’d eventually given up, coming to terms that it just wasn’t meant to happen today. He reached into his pocket and pulling out his chap stick, an idea popping into his head as he stared at the small tube after applying it. It was his last chance after all.

“My chap stick’s flavored.” He pointed out, giving you a shy side glace. “You wanna taste it?”

Eunsang: He’d been giving himself a pep talk the whole day. He chickened out before, and he refused to shy away again. He was going to kiss you before he went back home today and that was that. Even if he made himself look stupid. When you finally met up, he quickly leaned in, catching you off guard and you hid your face in his chest, refusing to look up at him, especially when he asked for another one.

“What do you mean ‘no’?” He laughed, his arms trying to push you back so he could look at you. “Stop being mean and give me a kiss.”

Hyeongjun: When he took you on a date downtown to walk by the beach, the last thing he was expecting was to get nervous and trip over his own feet, an embarrassed smile forming on his face as he laid down in defeat. His embarrassed smile turned into a shy one as you picked up the hand he fell on and gave it a small kiss, the small action giving him an idea and he stuck his lips out. This way he didn’t have to make a bigger fool of himself.

“Wait, I think I have another cut.” He fake pouted, trying to hide his smirk as he pointed to his lips. “Kiss this one, too.”

Dohyun: He just wouldn’t let it go. You had completely forgotten what the argument was about in the first place due to him changing the subject just so he could have the last word and you being just as stubborn as him, kept it up. You were about to respond when you got an idea, quickly leaning over the restaurant table to peck his lips, sufficiently shutting him up as you sat back in your chair with a smile.

“Did you really just-” He stopped, a shy smile forming as he looked over at you. “That’s not fair.”

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dvrlingrenjun · 4 years

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x1’s reaction to them being sad

this is mainly inspired on their disbandment.

gif is not mine.

han seungwoo 한승우

seungwoo isn’t one to express his feelings, you weren’t one either. a common (bad) trait in the relationship, but you know when seungwoo was in the dumps and when he’s happy.

so when the news of x1’s disbandment came about, you knew you guys were going to have a lot of movie nights and silence. you waited patiently until seungwoo comes around and talks to you about it.

cho seungyoun 초승연

honestly, i’m not even sure for him. maybe he would crack more jokes in order to cover up the sad mood he has. because he wouldn’t want to bring your mood down too. but if you notice seungyoun being a bit off, just tell him that you’re always listening and you care for him :). i think the would just like some reassurance.

kim wooseok 김우석

more quieter than usual and oddly scary. he would close off his walls and try not to make anyone break in until he comes up to you one day and just cry, he was tired of bottling his feelings in and couldn’t handle any of it anymore.

lee hangyul 이한결

another one i’m not sure in. at times hangyul seems so... quiet but yet, loud? but i feel like hangyul would be more mean without meaning to. but one day, he said something awful to you on accident while you were trying to comfort him. you tried ignoring the comment but it kept on sticking to your mind causing you to cry. hangyul felt bad seeing you cry and promised to himself that he wouldn’t hurt you ever again.

kim yohan 김요한

he would hold a straight face for the most part, no cutesy smiles. would avoid you and just practice taekwando every day and night. it would probably take the thoughts off his mind that is the reason why he would be practicing all day long. but if one day you barge in with some food and genuinely ask if he’s alright, i think he would break down and tell you everything he’s been experiencing.

cha junho 차준호

surprisingly, he would be expressive of this, as in more pouty and more cuddles. not the crying one lmao. i feel like junho would avoid talking about his feelings at all costs. he doesn’t really like confrontation and would rather keep it to himself.

son dongpyo 손동표

hmm... dongpyo,,, i’m getting two vibes, one, he would make himself to be even more happier and energetic because he wouldn’t want to disappoint or worry people. second, he would go to you for advice and talk it out unlike junho. dongpyo would like to let someone know about what he’s feeling and thinking.

kang minhee 강민히

now this one has me thinking.. i never thought of him as an emotional one nor a stone cold person, so i don’t know where to put him on the spectrum. wow, i actually don’t know what to put for him, sorry minhee fans :<.

lee eunsang 이은상

eunsang. i feel like he would be bitter? in a way. like bitter smiling in a sense, he wouldn’t cry or anything like that. but he bitterly accepts the fate/event. that was the vibe i got when it was revealed that eunsang is the x member in the final episode.

song hyeongjun 송형준

i think this one is the obvious, hyeongjun is a baby (not saying it in a bad way.) hyeongjun would just go cry and rant to you on how bad the situation is. please wipe his tears away from his cheeks and give him a big ol hug :)

nam dohyon 남도현

our dohyon-ie would try to keep it in. as a fellow scorpio, not getting much into zodiac signs but, he wouldn’t want to let anyone know he’s feeling sad, dohyon would like to keep that cool and mysterious front and act like he doesn’t give a sh*t. dohyon doesn’t want to show everyone that he is “weak” and i would say he would hide it pretty well to the point no one would know, even you.

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pyox1 · 5 years

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[2:20pm] "Can we get some ice cream?" You asked, tugging at Junho's jacket. He stared back at you, his brows furrowed.

"But, isn't it too cold outside to be eating ice cream?" Technically, he was right. The leaves had already left the trees a long time ago and now, everyone was waiting for the first snow to fall. Still, that could never stop you from getting that delicious treat.

"I don't care for the weather- Please? I really want some." Junho only chuckled at your childish behavior.

"Okay then let's go." He said, intertwining his fingers with yours as you smiled excitedly.

"Just know that I won't give you my jacket if you get cold from a brain freeze." He knew that was a lie, and you knew it too.

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csy-x1 · 4 years

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reaction to finding out that their secret!idolcrush choose him as their ideal type — maknae line

⌯hyung line here⌯

type: fluff

summary: basically the title

warning: none!

junho

“he’s so cute and friendly, my type”

he really didn’t expect someone to notice him, especially you. so when he heard that he was your ideal type, the other members teased him so much.

dongpyo

“dongpyo has been my pick since the beginning”

oh man. this boy would become even louder than he already is usually. whenever the thought of you randomly popped up in his head, dongpyo would make a random loud-high-pitched scream and melt inside.

minhee

“he’s just him, and that makes him perfect”

when he found out, the others members and him was watching random things on the tv and you said that he was your ideal type. his face would go red and try to play it off like he doesn’t care.

eunsang

“i don’t know why but he just is.... sexy?”

this lost boy doesn’t know what to do and ask his hyungs for help but obviously they’ll just tease him and hopefully he’ll one day tell you that you’re his ideal type too.

hyeongjun

“he’s just so caring... maybe that’s why.”

hyeongjun would melt from the inside and out and be very obvious about it. he would really want to meet you in person.

dohyon

“i really want to be friends with him, we could even be rap buddies or something.”

dohyon would be so in for being “rap buddies” together. honestly he just wants to branch out and have more friends so he isn’t stuck with members all the time.

#x1 reactions #x1 #cha junho #song dongpyo #kang minhee #lee eunsang #song hyeongjun #nam dohyon #fluff #kpop #kpop reactions #x1 scenarios #x1 imagines #kpop imagines

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smileyyohan · 5 years

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[22:30] ‘your 7 minutes start right now!’ bestfriend!seungyoun says while he pushes you in a closet with crush!yohan. Out of all people you could pull, you managed to pull the only person who made you extremely shy. Honestly, you didn’t know how to survive these seven minutes without making a fool out of your self. Little did you know that Yohan felt the exact same way when you pulled his name which made him join you in this tiny closet. He already liked you for ages and didn’t thought that the feeling was mutual. He was really happy that the closet is dark so he doesn’t have to fear you seeing him blush like mad. ‘So?’ you tried to break the awkward silence that the two of you shared. ‘So?’ Yohan said, imitating your words because he didn’t knew what to say to his longtime crush ‘do you enjoy the party y/n?’. He moves his hair back, which made him show you his forehead. ‘Yeah’ you muttered ‘I just didn’t expect to do games such as these’. On one side you kind of regret joining seven minutes but on the other side you felt like thanking the gods because you are now closer than before with your crush. ‘Two minutes left you lovebirds’ you heard Seungyoun scream which made you laugh. Yohan his heart fluttered when you laughed because he thinks that’s one of the most prettiest sounds and sights of the world. ‘Y/n’ he continued while stepping in front of you, which caused the two of you to almost touch ‘want I want to confess is that I actually like you. For a really long time’. Your mouth fell open at his sudden confess. This was the thing you wanted the most and expected the least. ‘It’s okay if you don’t like me-‘ you interrupted Yohan by pulling him to your smaller frame and kissing him on the lips. Yohan first didn’t knew what to do and how te respond due the suddenness but later on melted in the kiss following your movements and eventually taking lead. After what felt like an enternity, you pulled slightly away to regain your breathing but leaning your forehead against yohan’s. ‘I like you too’ you said, struggling to say the words because of the sudden kiss from before ‘I like you so so much, you don’t even know’. Yohan smiled due your response, he couldn’t believe that you also liked him and he felt like he was on cloud nine the whole time. ‘Does that make us boyfriend and girlfriend?’ you asked hopefully while staring into Yohan’s sparkling eyes. ‘Yes, my lovely girlfriend’ he says while leaning in to kiss you even more. However, that moment got interrupted really quick because Seungyoun opened the closest, stating that the seven minutes are now over. Yohan stepped out of the closet and took your hand, helping you to get out of the closet. He didn’t let your hand go after that and lead you back to the group, where Yohan insisted you should seat on his lap so he could hold you even more, now that you are finally his. Perhaps, you both should thank Seungyoun for forcing you guys to join seven minutes in heaven.

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minheeology · 5 years

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04:34am

seungyoun smiled as you fell asleep on his shoulder while he sang to you. he had been away for a long time and if he was being honest, he missed little moments like this most of all.

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