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goddamnosamu · 1 year

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Two Ghosts Falling

Part 2 of [12:49am]: Writing songs is not easy

Pairing: idol!Asahi x reader

Word count: 1373

Warning: alcohol mention but nothing too serious

A/N: This was so long overdue, and I’m really sorry for that. It’s just been pretty hectic with stuff that’s going on in my life but I decided to at least make a part 2 of the story that I first wrote and posted in this account. I’m thankful for all the hearts and reblogs, it truly makes me happy that people continue to like my work even if I’m gone for a long time. I’ll try to post once things start to look up for me, but for now please enjoy this. I apologize for the pain LMAO I love angst <3 leave a comment, reblog, or heart if you enjoyed it.

“In short, I screwed up,”

Of course, the shock that his members had on their faces was enough to tell that they were disappointed in him, albeit won’t really say it to his face. It was painfully obvious; who was even to blame for a relationship that felt one-sided despite the two loving each other? Asahi doesn’t even know what time it was when he finished telling his break-up story to the members. Without hearing a word from them, he left the room trying to calm himself down because he never really learned how to cope with the pain that he caused to both of you. Writing his thoughts didn’t help anymore, bottling up his feelings will only leave him crying for hours, and painting will only end up with art that resonates with his agony from both the stress of being an idol and losing you. Thinking back, he never really knew how to cope because he was always met with your comfort when he was stressed.

It’s been months and he still can’t bring himself to go out. The only time he does go out is when he has a schedule for the day or one of the members promised free coffee. Anything other than that, he only checks the lives of other people on social media. Surprisingly, you didn’t block him in your account and you retained your account for the public to see. He could see you succeed in the stories you told him about, and even the little celebration posts. Asahi continues to see you striving in your own life without him, yet he is still miserable the day you left him. He wanted to patch things up with you; try to tell you that he needs you and he regrets his actions. But when that time does come, he’s afraid he’ll run out of things he can say to bring you back.

At an early night, Asahi reluctantly agrees to spend a night in a bar with the other members. The members were pestering him about it and he only went just to get them off his back. He has been stressed enough already, but he really didn’t think that alcohol will solve his problems. Arriving at the local bar, Asahi was immediately welcomed by the strong scent of alcohol and the blaring music coming from the speakers around the bar. He was immediately dragged by Jihoon to the bartender and ordered a drink for the both of them. As soon as they got their drinks, where Asahi doesn’t even know what Jihoon got for him, he was left alone to ponder his thoughts and alcohol ready for his escape.

Asahi doesn’t know how long they’ve been in here, but all he knows is he’s at his 4th cocktail. He was tipsy, but he manages to get a hold of himself for the time being in case the other members needed help going home. He admits to himself that the alcohol has helped a bit in forgetting; his mind is more focused on the music and seeing some of the members laugh their asses off on the dance floor.

“Hamada Asahi. Here I thought you completely locked yourself up in the studio.”

It can’t be.

“(y/n)?” Asahi said shakily, his eyes immediately filled with remorse. He knew it was inevitable that you’d meet each other, but he doesn’t expect it to be this early – denying the fact that he was just afraid to see you while he was still at his lowest.

“How have you been?” you answered, completely unfazed by his heavy demeanor while you sat beside him.

“Still locked in the studio, the others just dragged me here.” Asahi recovered from his shock, grabbing confidence from the alcohol he has.

“How about you?’

“Oh, you know – same old, same old. Finally getting on track with my life and what I wanted to do,”

Asahi knew what you were talking about – of course, he does. The achievements on your social media, the updates about your life he hears when the others talk about you; you were practically there in every corner he looks. He looks at you as you waved to a person he’s unfamiliar with, probably a colleague you met from your now successful life. He’d wish for you to elaborate more, even if the stories were already told by you or others. It was too selfish for him to think of wanting to get back with you but needs to hear it from you, even if it meant that he was going to hurt again in the next couple of months.

“You know, I never wanted things to end,” he whispered, although you completely heard him. “All I ever wanted was to be by your side. I never knew how to write songs anymore because I lost all my inspiration for it. I’m sorry, but I can’t deal with the fact that you probably won’t talk about me to anyone or someone you wouldn’t want around or –”

“You are so fucking selfish.”

He looked at you in shock. Tears well up in your eyes as you bite your lip to prevent yourself from breaking down right then and there.

“You don’t get to decide what should I be in the relationship. You don’t even have the right to say that I’m the reason you’re miserable. How about me, Asahi? Did you ever stop and consider how I was feeling? The whole time in that relationship, I never even felt the love you bragged to others or the songs you wrote about me.” you stared at him while he can’t even bring himself to look at you. He knew you were right. This was what he wanted, right? For you to say what you’ve always wanted to say after the breakup. He looked at you as you continued.

“And the worst part of all of that was that I still loved you.”

“I’m sorry.” pathetic, he thinks about himself.

“It’s already too late for that,” you murmured as you stared at your half-empty glass.

“Look, I know I broke a lot of what I promised you when I dated you–”

“You didn’t just break promises, Asahi. You broke me, and honestly, I don’t know why I even continue to sit beside you right now and explain yourself.” you spat at him while paying for your drink. You were about to walk away when I suddenly grabbed your hand.

“Please don’t leave. I don’t know what I am now without you,” his tears were falling at this point. You both were probably getting stares but Asahi didn’t care. All he wanted was you, even if it meant that you both will try to remember how it feels to be one again.

“Let go, Asahi.”

“No, I don’t want to. Please just hear me out, I’ll–”

“And why the fuck should I listen to you? I said let go.”

“I didn’t mean to hurt you” his voice quivered, full of hurt and despair. He didn’t know what else to say other than apologies and desperation.

“But you fucking did, didn’t you? You fucking did,” you scowled at him as your tears were now running down your cheeks.

You removed his hand from your arm and immediately left. He continues to kneel on the floor, trying to process everything that happened while his hands were on his head. His head was pounding and his body felt like giving up, but his chest was the most painful of all. It was like his heart was breaking again after it was pieced together forcefully. He gets the feeling that you’ll never need him again – he knew you didn’t but what other choice did he have to at least get through the day? He continued to hope before today, but tonight and the days to come will definitely feel like falling into a hole of despair where he won’t know how to save himself anymore. When he looks up, he never saw you again. All he heard was one of the members trying to get him to come back to his senses but his mind was too focused on remembering how his heart was supposed to beat without you, forever.

#treasure #treasure x reader #asahi x reader #hamada asahi #angst #hamada asahi x reader #hamada asahi x reader angst #asahi x reader angst #treasure angst #yg treasure #yg treasure angst

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goddamnosamu · 2 years

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your asahi fic was saurrr good!!! pls do a part two if you have the time/or want to, no pressure lovie!!! <3

OMG i already planned on doing a part 2 of that asahi fic!! Still trying to figure out whether it should end with a good or bad ending, but i'll post it next week so please look forward to it!!

#kpop #hamada asahi #update

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goddamnosamu · 2 years

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cook all the pain away!

Pairing: nonidol!junghwan (aged-up) x reader

Genre: fluff fluff fluf

Edited!!

a/n: i’ve been stocking up on some fluff prompts because most of the prompts on my list are angst and i didn’t want to constantly post angst fics so here’s a cute junghwan fic for yall! My bias in treasure is junghwan so writing this felt like getting a heart attack every minute because of how cute he is, so i hope yall enjoyed this fic and don’t forget to reblog or like this and my other fics to show support! I never really got to do my carrd because apparently, i don’t have sites anymore LMAO so i’ll probably use notion for my introduction hehe

You don’t know how you both ended up in this situation, but cooking is and will continue to be one of the hardest things to learn, especially if you’re cooking with another person. You asked junghwan to come to your apartment to spend time with you since you were feeling a bit gloomy due to the inevitable stress from a very demanding course at your university. At first, you told junghwan just to bring some food he wanted or order takeout once he arrived, but he whined and whined all throughout the phone call saying that you both should cook your own food from time to time because he deemed it to be “healthy”. You both are probably going to order the same food with the same ingredients and same procedure, so you didn’t really understand what he meant by healthy if you both were going to cook something fried. (You didn’t argue back because even if you absolutely loved him whining, you just wanted food.) He even insisted on picking you up to go grocery shopping for the ingredients, which took both of you roughly 2 hours because for two reasons: his absolute love for food and worrying about getting the wrong ingredients.

“Babe, do you think we need some more snacks in your apartment?”

“Hwan, I’m literally out the majority of the time. I probably won’t need 5 packs of different snacks.” you told him while putting back the snacks he placed. He teasingly pouted to you, as if it were a crime to reject more snacks in your apartment. You saw him place a few bags for himself discreetly in the cart, but failing miserably because of how loud he was throwing the snacks. You laughed a bit, enjoying the way he tries his best to hide the snacks under the piles of other ingredients needed for the food you both were going to cook later.

“Babe, is this the right one?

“We need crushed garlic, not 5 cloves of it.”

Long story short, grocery shopping should be easy but apparently, it took you both longer than expected. Junghwan calls it “quality time” and you couldn’t help but agree and laugh all the way back to your apartment. Junghwan wanted to make what one of his hyungs made for dinner in the other dorm. He said the food was called “Wowmyeon” and he kept gushing about how good it looked and wanted to make it with you when his hyungs sent him a picture in their group chat.

“Do you know the recipe for the Wowmyeon, hwannie?” you asked when you were unloading all the ingredients on the counter.

“Why do we need a recipe when you have me?” he said while washing the onions in the sink and gave you a proud smile, thinking he was going to make the best wowmyeon – even better than his hyung.

“You forgot the recipe, didn’t you?”

“Yeah.” he said shamelessly, thinking nothing will go wrong with the cooking because when his hyung explained the recipe to him, it sounded easy.

“Don’t worry though, we could always call my hyung if things start to go south.” he gave you a kiss on the forehead while moving on to wash the green onions.

Moments like these were something you absolutely treasured with junghwan. Being able to spend time with him despite your clashing schedules from class or even after-school activities was always the best thing. You both knew to take some time off to be with one another and avoid overwhelming each other when stress starts to build up. You both worked so well together in the whole duration of your relationship, and you couldn’t help but be thankful for a loving boyfriend like him.

“Do you want to talk about anything?” Junghwan asks while cutting up the pork belly into bite-sized pieces.

“Hmm, nothing in particular, but I just wanted to tell you how much I enjoy being around you.” you gave him a smile while putting your head on his shoulder while he puts the pork belly in the pan.

“Well, I’m really happy I get to be around you as well. You make me so happy.” He said looking at you with the wide smile that you absolutely adored. His eyes hold pure adoration as he sees your head on his shoulder. You were immediately welcomed into his arms as he hides his face on your shoulder. His tight grip on your figure as if wanting to hold you forever in his arms. At that moment, you both were just melting into each other’s touch – completely enjoying the intimacy and warmth of an embrace filled with love.

“You know, I remember practicing how to ask you out in front of the mirror.” he mumbled on your shoulder, shy to even look at you. You hummed in response, allowing him to continue before you tease him.

“It was the first time I’ve done something like that, even the hyungs were worried that I hit my head or something.” he laughed as he pulled away from you, basking in the sight of you in front of him – looking at him full of love and contentment despite being together almost for a year.

“I’m more worried about the fact that you really might have hit your head or something. Maybe a fever?” You teased as you put your head on his forehead imitating how a person checks for a fever. Then you began to laugh because of the exaggerated pained-like expression he put on to say he was sick.

“I think I love you,” he said, face being serious all of a sudden.

“Scratch that, I do love you. Thinking about loving you doesn’t amount to anything.” he continued.

You were completely shocked by the sudden confession. You knew it was about time to say those words, but hearing them right now sent chills down your body. It’s not that you don’t love him, you do. God, you really do love him. You just didn’t know how to tell him for fear of him not thinking the same way, or maybe it was too early to say it. You honestly got teary-eyed, relief washing over you because he feels the same way as you do; loving him was something you realized earlier on and getting to hear it really lifted your insecurities being with him

Just as you were about to say the words back, you smelled something burning.

Oh. oh

And from the horror on your face and the burning smell of meat hitting you both in the nose, junghwan immediately pushed you to the side away from the burning and turned off the stove, and looked at the burnt pork belly with a displeased looked.

“You okay? God, we only bought a few pork bellies for both of us.” junghwan signed, as he started putting the pot in the sink and downed it with water.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention and we were enjoying our time and we won’t have anything for dinner anymore, and–”

“I love you, too. So so much.” you said while putting your hands on his cheeks so he could pay attention to you.

Junghwan looked at you in shock. Barely comprehending the words that left your mouth, something he's been wanting to hear from you for so long. He was smitten by you. He loves everything about you. He didn't know what to say, except stare into your eyes.

"I love you so much." You whispered to him as you pulled him for a hug. He immediately wrapped his arms around you, not wanting to let go of a moment he so desperately wanted to replay forever in his mind.

And for what seemed like hours of hugging you both pulled away. Junghwan placed his forehead on yours, whispering sweet nothings and strings of i love you's while you were getting a bit shy with the biggest smile plastered on your face. And in those strings of words did junghwan kiss you. The kiss was different compared to the ones you shared with him before. This was more intimate, full of love. It was a way to remind each other that you both were in it for the long run, and you couldn't be happier.

"All we needed to do was fail in cooking for us to say 'i love you'. You said with a soft smile, while junghwan had his arm around you. Junghwan hummed in reply, as he looked back at the mess in the kitchen.

"So much for our food, though."

"Let's just order takeout. You want some chicken?"

"Yes, please!" He said in his best aegyo pose while you continued giggling as you dial the hotline of both your favorite chicken place.

BONUS:

"How does someone even burn pork belly?" Jihoon asked through the phone with the most dumbfounded expression.

"It was an accident, hyung!" Junghwan said while trying to stir fry the pork belly with the constant reminder from his hyung to not burn the pork belly.

"Just follow the steps I sent you, I'm pretty sure y/n can handle the rest if you get lost." Jihoon said, muttering something you both couldn't hear but it was along the lines of couples in this new generation (as if he isn't part of the same generation).

"Now we know we can’t cook anything together.” junghwan said while pouring the water to let the ingredients boil.

“At least we get to learn cooking together, even if it means getting an earful from your hyungs.”

Junghwan wrapped you in his arms and immediately hid by your neck to prevent you from seeing the evident blush on his cheeks. God, you could spend every second with him and you wouldn't be tired. You'll continue to look for him everyday, and comfort each other whatever it takes.

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goddamnosamu · 2 years

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Can I request a fluffy treasure jihoon imagine/fic?

Pairing: non-idol!jihoon x reader

Genre: fluff

Word count: 1205 words

Warning: its too cute it might kill you

a/n: i am off to college in a few weeks and i honestly cant comprehend it to the point where i don’t want to think about anything so i ended up pushing a lot of work aside BUT i am hopefully back. As a sorry gift, this is a very fluffy fic i thought about while watching treasure map (i miss them so much SOBS) so enjoy this fic and hopefully, i could get back to giving yall fics every week!!

“Hurry up jihoon, or else you’ll be late for your date!” hyunsuk yelled outside his room while jihoon was still struggling to figure out what to wear for your 1st date. You and Jihoon have known each other for quite some time, but never really got the chance to know each other because of the hectic schedules you both have to deal with as college students.

“Ah hyung, I still have like 20 minutes left. Should I wear a blue jacket over my white shirt? Or should I…” jihoon said as he should hyunsuk his outfit ideas not realizing the way his hyung immediately took his phone from the side table.

“Yah, didn’t you say your date is at 11:00am? It’s 11:30, and you’re still here deciding your outfit?? What would y/n think?”

Jihoon gaped at him, still processing the words his hyung said. As he rechecked the time to see if hyunsuk was lying, oh god he hoped he was lying, he saw a message you left about 10 minutes ago.

“Are we still on for the lunch date you asked?” 11:20am

“Hello??” 11:22am

Jihoon immediately called you, while putting the phone on speaker and asking hyunsuk to leave his room where the latter grumbled about his poor time judgment.

After the 3rd ring, you answered: “hello? Where are you park jihoon?”

“I am so so sorry, I wasn’t checking the time since I was busy preparing and I just didn’t check the time, and I’ve been trying to get the other members to hurry up in the shower and I just forgot to check the time–” he stopped as he heard you laughing in the other end of the phone.

“Hey hey, it’s fine. Just try to come as fast as you can because we might not be able to get a seat at the restaurant you suggested.” you explained while still giggling at how panicked he was.

“Okay okay, I’ll see you in a few. I’m sorry again.” jihoon said in a frantic state. Not even bothering to hear you reply, he ended the call and immediately put on whatever clothes he saw.

You, on the other hand, just smiled while waiting for him to join you for lunch. You were actually infatuated with the mischievous, yet sweet boy in one of your classes in college. You were always fond of the way he brings himself with confidence and friendliness whenever you see him interacting with practically anyone. But despite the teasings, you hear him receive from his friends before he approaches you, he would always make sure that you were comfortable in whatever way possible. He was a soft person when interacting with you as if seemingly wanting to actually get to know you and not just beating around the bush with confusing actions towards you. It’s probably what lead you to say yes when he asked you for a lunch date. Though Jihoon didn’t explicitly mention that he likes you when he asked you for a date, you were at least hoping to enjoy each other’s company for today. (you have a glimmer of hope, though, that he did like you back.)

Waiting for a few more minutes, you finally spot jihoon jogging up to you. He was wearing a very casual outfit that showed his well-built physique. You hate to admit it but he definitely looked dashing in his outfit, and you couldn’t help but blush at the thought that you were going to spend your day with him. Too preoccupied with seeing jihoon, you didn’t realize how close he was when he immediately engulfed you with a hug which you reciprocated almost eagerly. On his hand were beautiful flowers with a mix of red and pink colors.

“These are for you, I’m no flower expert but I picked them with the thought of you.” He said looking at you with a soft smile that graced his features. You were a bit taken aback by the thoughtfulness of being given flowers, and you couldn’t help but be awestruck by him.

Before you could say anything, he continued: “I am so sorry for making you wait for so long. I’ve been trying to get ready in an hour and a half because I know you’re going to look so good and I need to try and match up, but apparently, it took me more than an hour and a half and a lot of scolding from my friends about poor time management.” He said rather sheepishly, smiling awkwardly to mask his embarrassment for making you wait for a long time.

You happily took the flowers and admired the arrangement that made it aesthetically pleasing to look at. You never really got flowers from anyone, apart from flowers from friends and family so receiving flowers with the thought of you was something new. It warmed your heart to know that jihoon, despite being late and all, still thought about giving you flowers.

“Thank you for the flowers jihoon, it means a lot to me,” you said in a bit of a hushed tone, still wrapping your head around the matter that you were going on a date with jihoon.

“No need to thank me, seeing you lit up when you receive the flowers is more than enough for me.” Jihoon said, still smiling down at you with a faint blush on his cheeks. He, then, took your bag out of your arms and immediately held your hand, and pulled you towards the restaurant.

But as you both were nearing the restaurant, you saw that there was a long waiting time and waiters bustling in and out of the restaurant to cater to their customers. Jihoon visibly slumped down and looked at you with a frown: “Sorry for not getting you to one of the best restaurants in town. If it’s not a problem with you, we could take another restaurant that you like and you could brag to me about how your choice is way better than mine.”

“Then prepare to admit that I have better choices in restaurants” You taunted him in a teasing manner, and he couldn’t help but laugh at how cute you were challenging him.

“Well, there’s so much to do in this mall and I’m happy that I get to spend it with you.” he said while he allows you to drag him to the restaurant you had in mind.

You were visibly flustered by his remark. You tried to hide your smile (and your blush) with your hands but he took them off you. He pinched your cheeks to admire how cute you were and took your hand again while telling you to show him the restaurant.

You both enjoyed your time with each other. Laughing here and there in the arcade because of both of your competitiveness, strolling through the mall with ice cream on your hands and sharing it with each other, and a bunch of storytelling from both of your lives. It’s safe to say that you both are going on another date next week, and you were more than happy to get to know the boy who was always with you in the library for college.

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goddamnosamu · 2 years

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sick? i just miss you

Prompt: “y/n told me they’re sick so I'm just really worried—”

“Since when did you get here?!”

pairing: idol!jeongwoo x reader

a/n: this was SOOO long overdue jesus but the inspiration behind this fic is from another fic i read and the prompt is a bit similar to that so yeah! This was originally for junghwan but i felt like jeongwoo would fit this prompt more so enjoy! I’ll post another fic for compensation for the lack of works i post so pls dont forget to leave a like and reblog this post if you enjoyed it!

You knew what you signed up for when you started dating THE park jeongwoo of treasure. You knew how busy his schedule would be and all the hardships that come with an LDR relationship, but that’s what made your relationship special. Despite the conflicting schedules, missing calls, or lonely nights, it was all worth it whenever you both share the same sentiments with one another.

Finally having a 2-week break from your university, you decided to book a flight immediately to South Korea to visit your boyfriend. But you knew you couldn’t just appear anti-climactically. And what better way to come visit is with a bang.

“I’ll try to call you back, I’m going to visit the pharmacy for meds.” You said with your best sick impression, even adding a cough at the end of the sentence to make it realistic.

“(sigh) alright, text me when you get home. I really wish I could be there with you right now.” jeongwoo said with a worried tone. He tried not to show it, but he was panicking from the inside. Your exaggerated “sickness” made jeongwoo act like he wanted to book immediately to you because of how anxious he was about you being sick.

“alright, (sneeze) I’ll text you in a bit.” you said while putting the remaining things in your luggage and fixing your plane ticket and passport.

You tried not to chuckle because he wouldn’t end the call. He always insisted you end the call because his excuse was he would always forget to press end (he really just wants to hear your voice longer). After insisting on ending the call, you immediately texted hyunsuk to say that you were on your way to the airport for your flight.

leader-nim hyunsuk

Aigoo, I overheard your conversation with jeongwoo and he always looked like he wanted to cry.

You chuckled and told him to try and cheer him up because sulky jeongwoo, even if it was something you love to tease him about, always pinches your heart and you try to comfort him (he secretly fakes it so he could be babied, but you don’t know that).

━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

“Jeongwoo, focus! The concert is in 4 days.” Jihoon scolded, as he can see jeongwoo not focusing in the studio. Jihoon knows you’re coming to their dorm at night to surprise jeongwoo, but why not make the most out of it and prank him as well?

“I know hyung, I’m sorry.” jeongwoo sighed. He really had a hard time focusing because he’s too worried about you. He drank some water to help calm down and sat down on the studio floor to catch his breath.

“yah jeongwoo, what’s up with you today?” Jihoon said in an annoying, teasing tone. He really is having the time of his life pranking the poor boy.

“y/n is still not replying to my texts when I told her to update me. What if something happened hyung? What am I gonna do?” jeongwoo looked at jihoon with teary eyes as he desperately looked at his hyung’s eyes, as if finding an answer under his mischievous eyes.

Jihoon sat beside him, and gave him a pat at the back. “Don’t worry, she’s a stubborn one just like you. I doubt a sickness like that will get to her.” He tried so hard not to giggle, but he really couldn't help sympathize over a worried jeongwoo whose girlfriend isn’t even sick.

Unconvinced, jeongwoo stood up and said a small thanks, and continued working on the choreography. Jihoon just smiled, ruffling the worried boy’s hair and earning a small whine from him.

“Why don’t we just head home for today, and take a rest? Overworking yourself here will do you no good.” and while jeongwoo was packing his stuff to leave the studio, jihoon got a text from hyunsuk that you were already at the dorm. Jihoon teased jeongwoo saying they don’t come home quick, they wouldn’t have any food delivery back at the door.

━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

At the dorm, you were conversing with the other members, trying to catch up on all the latest updates when hyunsuk got a text saying they’re almost at the door. All the members were happily munching their food delivery (courtesy of you because of the never-ending teasing of junkyu and junghwan), you tried to blend in with the members as much as possible to not get caught immediately.

Once the two boys arrived at the dorm, jeongwoo immediately went to throw his stuff in his room and sat beside doyoung. Jeongwoo, with an indescribable look on his face, went on a typing spree as if he’s fighting someone on the internet.

Doyoung, who offered pizza to jeongwoo who took a grateful bite, asked who was he texting.

“my girlfriend, she still hasn’t replied to my texts yet and I am getting frustrated.” jeongwoo said as he took another bite from doyoung’s pizza earning a chuckle from the others.

“y/n told me they’re sick so I'm just really worried—” he wanted to explain your situation to the members, even when they know it already.

“Why don’t you try calling her?” you asked with your best doyoung expression, you and the other members trying not to laugh at the oblivious boy.

“She probably won’t reply, but i’ll try again.” jeongwoo, who couldn’t care less about why the other members were giving him looks, took another pizza out of the box when he heard the familiar ringtone of your phone, which was him screaming his lungs out when they had a t-map episode in iksan.

He looked at it puzzled, wondering why your ringtone (even if he was embarrassed because it was blaring) and his name with a heart was on the table. His eyes frantically looked at all the members when his eyes landed on you sitting beside haruto and yoshi trying to hide your laugh but failing miserably.

“Since when did you get here?!” he pointed at you, accusingly. As if his dramatic ass witnessed the worst betrayal ever. Everyone started laughing, throwing their bodies to the people beside them, and clapping frantically. Some members (jihoon and junghwan) couldn’t help but tease jeongwoo from the side.

But jeongwoo didn’t pay attention to any of them and went straight to you. Engulfing you with his hug, tightening his grip on your hold as if scared that you’ll be gone when he lets go. He started to tear up a bit but brushed his face on your shoulder to remove the tears and you couldn’t help but laugh again.

He cupped your face and looked into your eyes while you’re still trying to stop your laugh

“stop laughing, this is not funny.” he whined to you while shaking you a bit to show that he’s starting to sulk.

“oh, it was really funny.” you teased while copying his stance when he pointed a finger at you when he saw you. He tried to stop you by hugging you, which was always effective when stopping your teasing. But the hyungs started doing the stance as well, and he knew they will never live this down.

after the laughter died down, and everyone’s conversing about the concert and sharing their excitement with you. jeongwoo just kept playing with your fingers and looking at you from time to time to admire you while you talk with the members. He was giving you your time with the members now so he could have you all for himself later.

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goddamnosamu · 2 years

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[9:25pm]

Pairing: musician!jeongwoo x reader

Word count: 2.8k I GOT CARRIED AWAY

Warning: alcohol mentioned but nothing too serious

a/n: this has got to be the longest one I've written in a short time and I really enjoyed writing this piece! Characters involved are aged up and its a non-idol au so theres that. this fic is inspired by justin bieber’s off my face since me and my friend are doing a writing challenge and this is day 1 of it!! so i hope you guys enjoy this fic and feedback is always appreciated! <3

It was a shit week. The unbelievable stress you’ve been under over the past week has been killing you and your back. You thought the comfort of your home could mask the tense environment you’ve been in, but the multiple calls and messages you received from your colleagues were killing you more. You love them to death, but you just wanted a night to yourself — away from all the stress. The bar really wasn’t your first option, since you don’t really prefer the burning of your throat over a drink. But just for tonight, you think to yourself.

The soft ding of the door signaled your entrance into a surprisingly welcoming bar. It didn’t have the usual bustling music and dancing drunk people on the dancefloor. You’re immediately welcomed to the soft ambiance the light gave, taking you in as if it knew how much comfort you needed from the hellish week. You could hear soft chatter and laughter from the other people in the bar, and a bartender piloting their station giving drinks to the people in their respective stalls. The songs that were playing weren’t from the radio, but it was from musicians playing on their night gigs. The song choices were terrific for a chill night drink, just for your liking.

This was nice, you thought to yourself. It was a shame you just discovered the bar even though you’ve been through multiple tiresome meetings, and add the stressing of just getting enough money to last through the month. You chuckled at the thought of your friends bombarding you with questions about the bar, and asking for a night’s out in this bar you discovered.

You honestly didn’t know what to order. You couldn’t just get a coke, it would make you look stupid if you did. Though, you doubt people were even a bit sober to notice your drink choice. You still opted for alcohol with a small percentage in it but with a bit of kick.

“Quite the safe choice of drink for a night like this.” The bartender remarked after giving you your drink. You chuckled at his remark, getting a good look on his face and seeing him smirking down at you from the bar. He did look quite dashing, in your opinion.

“Well, I came alone so I still wish to go to my own home and not some strangers.” You said with a smile and drank a bit to show him you could handle your alcohol, even if it were on the light side.

“Fair enough, I hope you enjoy your night out. Feel free to stay by the bar or roam around, the next musician is about to perform. He’s one of our best performers since he came to the bar for fun.” He chuckled at the memory, but you were a bit lost in the context.

Seeing your confused face, he continued “Long story short, he got drunk and ended up taking the mic from the musician playing that night. He sang the song, although drunk, with so much power and confidence that it made it look as if he was the one originally performing.”

You laughed along with him, thinking about the next performer who was still setting up his equipment before he performs. The occasional mic tests, taping of the mic and even dictating how he wanted the volume to sound to the person handling the volume equipment. You couldn’t help but be a bit excited to hear and see him perform.

“My name’s jihoon, by the way. I wouldn’t want to keep you by my bar the whole night, so feel free to roam around the room or even sit up front to hear him clearly.” He offered you a warm smile, and immediately took the order of the next person on the other end of the bar. You sat there, completely enjoying the silent moment you have for yourself. Finally able to breathe from the never-ending work you carry.

You followed jihoon’s advice and went to sit near the stage where the musician is running through the songs he plans to perform for the night. For a moment, he looked over at you and offered you a nod with a smile, as if telling you to enjoy the performance he was about to give. You smiled back and sat back on your chair, not really expecting much since you just wanted the company of the songs and the drink in your hand that was nearly empty. But now that he gave you a warm look, you couldn’t help but give your full attention to him and allow him to control the comfort you came to feel.

There was no introduction really, just him saying the song you didn’t quite catch because of the excitement of some people near you. He really is a big shot in this bar, you thought as he immersed himself in the melody of the music. Closing his eyes, his body swayed a bit from the song like it was controlling him. You took a proper look at him, his wide shoulder complementing his frame, the lights that came from the bar made his tan skin glow and showed off his smooth skin. His brown hair framed the sides of his head, and his brown jacket with a turtleneck underneath hugged his frame making him all the more attractive in your eyes.

One touch and you got me stoned, higher than I've ever known…

His voice was like it came straight out of the radio. His soft voice radiated the whole bar, completely entranced with a voice that made the bar, even more, calmer, even to the point of being a comfort to everyone inside. The way he plays his guitar with such confidence is because of his laid-back form, gingerly caressing a cherry-wood acoustic guitar, playing it ever so elegantly. Enamored by the melody, you sat there, watching his hands strum and pull the guitar’s steel strings, and hearing his vocals with the sweet melody the guitar gave made the sight all the more beautiful.

Mesmerized was an understatement as to how you feel during the whole song. Every time he opens his eyes, he subtly looks your way and he couldn’t help but find comfort in your stare as well. As a night gig bar performer, he didn’t really enjoy it as much since most of the people there don’t really watch him perform. Most of the people in the bar are either too immersed in their own hushed conversations or too drunk to even comprehend the lyrics he was singing. So seeing you, giving him your undivided attention – literally paying attention to him, made him feel more confident yet shy at the same time.

Cause I'm off my face, in love with you

I'm out my head, so into you

And I don't know how you do it

But I'm forever ruined by you

It was ironic, really. He was singing a song about being so smitten with someone when in reality he just chose this song because it was a genre he loved. But seeing you in the crowd, he couldn’t help but think straight — having to rely on the lyrics of the song to keep him grounded. But how could he stay concentrated on his performance when there’s a pretty girl giving him attention.

When he finished his song, you realized you were staring the entire time. You were too embarrassed that even he was staring at you too. Thinking you made him uncomfortable, you made your way back to jihoon’s bar in a hurry to refill your drink. Jihoon chuckled seeing your subtle frantic state but deciding not to question it further as he gives you back your drink. Before you could say your thanks, the musician then was beside you asking jihoon for his “usual” which was a soju cider. It was on the strong side, but still enough to keep him sober throughout the whole night.

“In front of the pretty lady, jeongwoo?” Jihoon teasingly asked the musician you kept staring since a while ago. Jeongwoo. What a pretty name, you thought. Jihoon’s remark lingered in your mind for a bit when you realized he called you pretty. You blushed a bit, and when you glanced at jeongwoo, he was already looking at you with a gentle smile after drinking his alcohol.

Jeongwoo didn’t pay any attention to jihoon as he took a seat beside you. Though a bit awestruck with you, even to himself that he was voluntarily approaching a stranger, let alone a woman. He assumes that it's the alcohol in his system that gained his confidence. Nevertheless, he thanks whatever energy he had that night to approach you. He was just so drawn to you that he couldn’t help but not approach you.

“You enjoyed the performance?” jeongwoo asked you, with the cool tone of his voice that still surprised you despite hearing him sing. Sitting on the high seat, leaning his body against the tall bar as he looks at you expectantly while he gives his drink a shake that confused you as to what the reason was. He was dorky in a way, you thought despite all the chic vibe he gave from his performance to now.

“It was a pleasant performance,” you said, rather anti-climactic to his liking. He scrunched his face a bit from the answer you gave as if offended by the lack of thought you put into it despite giving your whole attention before he downed another shot of his drink. But before he gives his remark, you continued “It was something I needed to hear tonight. Both for the relief from a shit week and to hear a live performance alone as an adult.” But if you were being honest, even if your primary focus was to relax, the moment you were introduced to this kind of comfort where you would hear his voice over and over again is probably your number one priority now.

“Well, then I’m glad I could at least help in putting you in a much lighter mood.” He said, his gentle smile not leaving his face. Your gentle gaze captivated him even more and seeing you give your answer with a look of pure comfort and relief definitely made him come to the conclusion that he did give a great performance out there. At that moment, you both sat in silence basking in the comfortable soft tune of the next performer after him. You could get used to this, probably not the whole drinking and staying in the bar for god knows how long, but hearing his voice and bringing you to a place of comfort from whatever the world has to offer – both good and bad.

“How are the lovebirds doing?” Jihoon asked, breaking the silence that masked the two of you. Jeongwoo groaned beside you as if telling his friend to not ruin the mood while you looked away, drinking your shot immediately to mask the blush you were hiding.

“Ah hyung, you’re always like this whenever I sit by your bar. I don’t go here every day, yet you always find the chance to tease me when you please.” Jeongwoo said with whined in protest to jihoon’s teasing laugh. You looked at the two of them, enjoying the drunk bickering of the two strangers who became your comfort for the night.

“What do you mean you don’t go here every day? Do you not perform every night?” You asked, sounding a bit desperate for your liking because of wanting to hear his voice again.

“My voice wouldn’t handle all the singing and drinking from this bar. The drinks are amazing for you not to drink after a great night, except the bartender who will tease you every chance he gets.”

“Hey! I don’t tease you all the time.”

“In your dreams, hyung.”

“Who gives you free drinks here, huh? You ungrateful kid.” jihoon said which made jeongwoo laugh that made him nearly fell from the high chair from the bar. You and jihoon both laughed at the sight of a drunk jeongwoo. As much as you hated the fact that he won’t perform every night, it’s not like you had a great schedule to even be here every night just for the sake of hearing his voice. It made you sad for only knowing about his performance this night and you don’t even know when you’ll hear him again once you go back to work.

Seeing you in your thinking state, jeongwoo said: “I only perform during the weekends, if you were wondering. It’s the only free time I have from work as well, and singing in a bar does relieve the stress and allows me to restart for the week.” Seeing you bright up a bit made him thankful that you were thinking of coming back to hear him.

“How do you know that was what she was thinking?” jihoon teased jeongwoo again which earned a narrowed look from the musician. You laughed a bit which made both of them shut up and look at you. Taking your laugh as a sign for jihoon, he left the two of you alone with a soft pat on the back to jeongwoo while nodding his head at you as he went to serve another set of customers.

Now that it was just you and jeongwoo alone, you realized that you’ve been sitting together quite close. Legs almost touching each other, not minding the space made by the guitar that he used to separate the two of you. Jeongwoo didn’t know what to do, and the awkward tension was growing ever since jihoon left. He doesn’t really pursue women in the bar because he fears that they might be only going to him to go to jihoon or for a different purpose that didn’t involve him, to begin with. So, staying with him even if jihoon was there made him comfortable with your presence.

“Thank you.” jeongwoo said with the same soft smile he sent you when he was singing.

“What for?”

“For coming into my life.” His sudden confession caught you off-guard.

“You’re drunk.”

“If you let me talk to you sober, I might say too much. Hell, even if I was sober I might not think straight.” He laughed a bit to himself because he might just ruin the whole interaction with you if his sober self was talking to you. It just dawned upon him that the song he picked a while ago for his performance was perfect for the night.

“Then I wouldn’t mind if you say too much, as long as it came from you then I'd happily hear everything.”

Jeongwoo looked at you with pure adoration as you signaled jihoon to give your payment for the drinks he offered that night. Thank you’s were exchanged between you and jihoon when jeongwoo realized you were about to leave. He sulked a bit at the thought of you leaving but saw you scribbling on a small piece of paper jihoon gave you. Reaching the paper to him and whispering in his ear, “I’ll hold you on the offer of talking more to me.”

He glanced at your retreating figure, too drunk to even call you out to express more of what he was feeling that night. As his stare lingered on the door that shut closed and no trace of your figure was seen as the time he read the piece of paper you gave to him.

I don’t know how you do it, but I’ll be forever ruined by the thought of spending more time with you. So, please let me hear you for as long as you allow me.

y/n | xxx-xxxx-xxxx

Y/n. He whispered your name as if wanting to call you outside the door and hoping you didn’t leave alone so abruptly. He only realized then that he didn't ask for your name. He groaned at himself and buried his face in his hands as a way to show he was mad at himself for not even asking you for your name.

Immediately leaving the bar, thanking jihoon who only laughed at him when he saw the desperation in jeongwoo's eyes for the first time over a girl. Arriving home, jeongwoo didn't even bother to fix his things first before messaging you.

Hey, it's jeongwoo.

the musician in the bar tonight

I'd love to talk to you more, so do you want to grab a bite tomorrow?

only if u want to ofc

You laughed at his nervous antic, seeing his sober self was a sight to see. You agreed, almost immediately, to his offer. And that night was the time where you were both able to tell bits and pieces of your lives to one another. Learning each other through the stories you both tell, the inside jokes you both share, and more.

He finally found someone who would listen to him, and you found a place of comfort in his words. Like a puzzle piece, you both found what you needed from each other.

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goddamnosamu · 2 years

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[12:49am]

Writing songs is not easy

Pairing: idol!asahi x reader

Words: 1.9k+

a/n: i suggest reading this fic with any sad song you know for extra emotional damage. THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE so i hope you enjoy this fic that destroyed me. This is the official opening?? or start of my page and i decided with sharing angst YEY! stay tuned for more fics and i will create my carrd asap so you would know more about what im about to do with my acc here in tumblr so enjoy this fic for now! feedback would be very much appreciated :DD

Writing was hard — something asahi was very familiar with. The constant wracking of his brain to write lyrics that people would love. Working at ungodly hours to write 3 lines of lyrics that were all over the place which, most of the time, ended up with multiple pieces of crumpled paper, or even ended up sleeping on his desk with multiple scribbles on different sheets of paper. Despite the numerous love songs under his belt as a producer, asahi never really understood the concept of love. He felt like he was missing a specific emotion or feeling to add more essence to the songs.

Until he met you.

With you, writing came so much easier. It was easier to put his feelings into his writings — expressing the love he wished to express towards you. You knew this, of course. The subtle eye contact, soft whines of protest, and the delicate touches he leaves on your skin. You knew he was trying on his own ways, and you absolutely adored his ways of showing love to you.

But it was never easy.

It may seem like a walk in the park for others, or even romanticizing these subtle acts of expressing love. But loving another person was never easy, especially if expressing it was not their forte. He always wished to meet someone where he may be able to express himself without having to worry about his frustrating hesitance toward love. Though he may be infatuated with different people from his whole lifetime, or even have friends that he knows would stick by him, he never really tried to meet his person because of the fear that they might grow tired of his antics. He just convinced himself, basically. Platonic may be the only thing that he could have, and he’d have to rely on cheesy romance films or anime for him to know how a relationship happens.

“You think a relationship is hard?” he got asked by one of the members when they were trying to write lyrics for their upcoming album. He didn’t have an answer back then. Every bit of knowledge he had with relationships came from films, never really having the experience because of the hectic idol life he has now. He was contented, to an extent. But he remembered how much he smiles whenever he’s with you. How he finally experienced what it's like for his day to seemingly be better just by thinking about you. How he blushes when a member brings you up. How he unconsciously brings you to whatever conversation he was having; always wanting to connect his story about you. How he really tried his best to keep the relationship despite all the shame, hate, doubt, and every negative feeling there is.

He could never forget how hard he tried to get you to be his in the first place. A simple flower with a note: I wish to see you smile like that every day because you shine the brightest in my eyes. I hope you will allow me to be with you more, just like the orange sun. Having to find the right timing with you, to make sure you were comfortable and in a great mood. Constantly thinking about what happens then if you said yes, then worrying too much if ever you said no.

He felt like the happiest man alive when you said yes. Though he doesn’t really know what’s the next step in a relationship, he chooses to revel in the feeling of love? no, that’s not it. He doesn’t really know if it was the love he was feeling. But he didn’t mind it. He’s got you, he thinks. He’ll soon figure out his feelings for you eventually, he hopes. So, there were days that were long, days where he wanted to stay in it forever, and days that will hold a special place in his heart.

He remembers the way you hold his figure whenever he gets stressed about his work. The sweet nothings he hears while he lays his head on your figure as if melting in your embrace. It was the most comforting thing. Being with you erases the negative thoughts he has throughout the day. He hides his emotions, as he usually does. He doesn’t really know what to do with it, and he sometimes wished someone would instantly know how he was feeling whenever it started to get tough. But you always seemed to know his emotions. You were reading him like an open book, yet other people struggle with the simplest emotions he feels. Even his members sometimes didn’t understand his emotions. You were always there when you needed him.

He was the happiest. He always had the motivation to write songs because he finally found his inspiration. He finally found someone he could confine himself to without worrying about forcing himself. He knows you were there, you always were, in whatever situation there was.

But, he wasn’t there for you.

He didn’t know what to do on your off-days. He didn’t know what makes you happy. You’re holding him, but he isn’t holding you – That was the hardest part of your relationship. He was content with your treatment, but he doesn’t reciprocate it back to you. Yet, you kept quiet. Despite all the constant neglect, late-night calls that leave you unsatisfied, tears in the other room while he’s busy being happy. Even the I love you’s that holds the deepest meaning in your relationship felt empty. Even the way he says it was empty. It honestly felt like a slap in the face, when you realize your relationship is different now.

He couldn't understand it at first, the sudden change in your relationship. He was doing fine, you’re doing fine, he thinks. He might just be overthinking things again, just like what he used to do before he got into a relationship with you. You were always there for him whenever he had his off-days. Ever since he saw you with a frown on your face every time you were there to comfort him against his own demons, he swore to himself that he’d try a bit harder to remove those thoughts so you wouldn’t have to worry again. Plus, it’s a way for him to see you with a smile on your face, just like how he wanted to see you.

But one thing led to another, and you both were at your tipping point with each other. The moment you walked out of his life was the moment he never wanted to relive ever again. The eerily silence in the room when you asked him for a talk. The monotonous voice that held much more weight every time he remembered your words to him. He notices the slight tremble in your voice as the words you were releasing start to frustrate you. The amount of emotion in your voice when you told him you were tired snapped him back to reality. He didn’t know what to say. What else could he tell you that could at least help calm you down? The only indicator he had of time was the sun setting on the window of his studio.

“What am I in your life, asahi?” you asked, with so much exhaustion and desperation in your voice. You wanted to know what you were in his life.

“You’re my girlfriend, obviously!” he said with frustration that almost seemed like he wanted to get away from the situation and just wanted to lie in your arms — forgetting the whole thing ever happened.

“Well, it doesn’t seem like it anymore.” You exclaimed. You were tired of all of it. As you were still telling him about all the frustrations in the relationship. Asahi was constantly telling himself that everything was going to be okay. He wanted to tell you that, but he felt like he was convincing himself more than you that the relationship was okay, even if it was in its final steps.

You couldn’t even look at him anymore, at that point. Too tired about the whole ordeal, you broke it off. As much as he hated the whole situation and himself, he couldn’t help but stare at the setting shining sun that always reminded him of you. He knew he tried, but he wished he could’ve tried harder for you.

The wave of emotion hit him, finally coming back to his senses and realizing that you were actually gone. He couldn’t even stare at his desk because it was full of trinkets that came from you. A drawing of you was also on his wall, almost taunting him about the way he handled the relationship. A picture frame then came into view — it was a photo booth print you both went to on his birthday. Both of you were smiling so wide for the camera as if nothing was wrong with the relationship. He smiled a bit, remembering how thankful he was that you went out of your schedule just to be with him the entire day.

A snap from his member brought him back to reality. Repeating the question to him again, and waiting for his answer. “No one writes songs about the ones that come easy.” Asahi said, a bit of falter in his tone as if on the verge of breaking down the more he thinks about it. He doesn’t know how long he was keeping it together until he heard a soft click of the door and his member not in the room with him – assuming he left to leave him alone with his thoughts. To help relieve the pain for a bit, asahi went back to writing music but without the lyrics. He felt like he just needed to get lost in his own little world without any thoughts bothering him.

He doesn’t really know what time it is, but he assumes that he stayed up again in the studio for another time. But he did get a good beat out of it. Immediately opening his phone and quickly going to your contact to tell you about his beat, he instantly had a frown on his face.

09:27 pm will you come home for the night?

10:56 pm asahi?

12:17 am well, good luck in the studio for today!!

12:18 am i love you!!! <3 <3 <3 seen

It was the last text he got from you before you broke up with him. He hadn’t realized that he left you on read that time, he couldn’t even remember what he was doing that day for him to forget to reply to you. And just like that, he realized that when was the last time he replied instantly just like you did for him? When was the last time that he did something great for you? When was the last time that he even had to comfort you, despite him hearing you complain about your workspace and difficulties in life? Every single insecurity and guilt came crashing back down to him, the guilt eating him up that he felt like he couldn’t even breathe properly. He knew what to do – at least he convinced himself he knew what to do in a relationship. He just didn’t know how to express it. His harsh breathing racked his body while he tried to calm his mind from the frustration, trying to stop his thoughts from consuming his already tired night at the studio.. He’s done it multiple times ever since you left. But just for tonight, he allows himself to fully come to terms with his feelings and it was evident from the way he sobbed that night, scribbles of words and phrases he wished to tell you all forgotten.

Writing was easy for him, yes. But writing about love will never be the same because he knows what love is now – it was everything he never was.

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