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danganronpasurvivoraskblog · 3 years

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Construction Chaos: Part 2.

*Ayumu and Nagito square off, the entire construction yard around them on fire.

So this was your master plan!? Set everything on fire!?

You do realize that as well as potentially killing me, you also risk killing Kimura and yourself, right?

Maybe if my plan stopped at simply setting everything alight, but...

*Nagito shifts to the right, not breaking eye contact, and then suddenly he dips his hand in a random bucket.

Your bad luck can affect us all, but my good luck can overturn it!

That bucket-

*The bucket was filled with gasoline when the tankard dropped and Nagito dips his metallic arc into it. As soon as he pulls it out, a flame licks him and his whole arm is set alight. He rolls his sleeve as far up as it can go as to not burn his jacket too badly.

What the hell are you doing!? I know that arm’s fake, but there’s no way that’s not hard on your body! One wrong move and you’ll be a walking matchstick!

A small price to pay if it means I can punch you with a fist like a hot iron and scar you for life!

Well, I don’t think you’ll be able to keep that up for long! So in which case-!

*Ayumu rushes in and attempts to attack Nagito. Nagito throws a hot iron flaming fist at Ayumu, but the envy eyed Ultimate Hope catches his fist and burns his hands.

I guess it’s an ENDURANCE CONTEST!

*THUD!*

UGH!

NAGITO NO!!

*Ayumu’s hands and skin are badly burning when faced with the fire and Nagito’s arm. However, despite the lasting pain, he perseveres and knees Nagito in the stomach.

IF NOTHING ELSE-!

UGH!

I’LL GIVE YOU THIS!

ACK!

YOU SURE KNOW HOW TO PERSEVERE!

DAGH!

EVEN THOUGH YOU’RE NOTHING TO ME! A TALENTLESS BUG I SHOULD BE ABLE TO CRUSH UNDER MY FEET!

...

*Ayumu goes in for another swing, but Nagito uses his other hand to clasp his face and stun him!

AFF!

JUST!

SHUT!

UP!

AACK!

*Nagito delivers a hot metal punch to Ayumu’s stomach, and then proceeds rush forward, shoving Ayumu and himself into the field of flames.

NAGITO!

GRGH! GET...Get OFF OF ME!

*Meanwhile, Mahiru and Fuyuhiko are dealing with their own issues. The former is still stuck in the ground while the latter is still tied up with a bungee.

Drgh!

“Dammit! Ayumu!”

“Is he gonna be ok!?”

He’ll...be fine...I think? He’s gotten out of worse.

AH! Mitsunari, watch out!

HUH!?

YAH!

*Mitsunari barely dodges as Peko suddenly rushes in and attempts to slash him with her bamboo sword. She immediately turns around slashes the bungee open, freeing Fuyuhiko.

Oh, thank you sweetheart!

You’re kidding me! Mikoto didn’t beat you?

I had a little backup...

*Peko takes Fuyuhiko’s shoulder and shifts them both to the right, Kego and Mitsunari’s attention fully on them both.

Well...I hate to resort to such an underhanded method to get outta this but...

*Kego reaches into his jacket and pulls out a small yellow gun.

Where’s you get that?

This baby’s supplied by our Zetsubou friends! Don’t worry, it’s not lethal bullets.

And besides, I ain’t used to using these, but this is a last resort!

*Kego pulls the trigger and to Fuyuhiko and Peko’s unexpected surprise, the weapon is basically a small machine gun. Several rounds are fired towards the Yakuza couple.

HOOWAAAH-TATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATATA-!

*Peko, with blinding fast speed, counters all of Kego’s shots that come at her. In the heat of the battle however, some debris from above falls down towards her and Fuyuhiko.

Ah!

*BANG!*

Aw...

*Fuyuhiko notices this beforehand though and much to Matsuri's disappointment, he shoots it before it can hit them.

Not this time!

You’re gonna run out of energy sooner or later! This gun doesn’t need bullets, it’s electro-powered!

I know that! But it matter not to me for what I’m accomplishing!

Huh!?

GRAGH!

UGH!

AH! No, don’t get me!

*Peko’s persistence with her countering the shots was nothing more than a distraction. She intended to turn Kego and Mitsunari’s attention away so that Mahiru could climb out using the bungee from earlier and attack them from behind. She secures a giant crate and smacks it over Kego’s head, then proceeding to grab Mitsunari’s arms and restrain him.

“Don’t hurt us!”

“Yeah, come on, we’re just kids!”

Oh...just shut up!

*She binds Mitsunari’s arms with the bungee, and then hands her off to Fuyuhiko.

Alright. We just need to keep them here, now we can-

*CRACK!*

ACK!

Both: Fuyuhiko!

*A large crack is heard and suddenly, a red whip wraps itself around Fuyuhiko’s neck!

So...it’s getting kinda hot in here, isn’t it? You know, cause of the fire and everything?

Todoroki!

Sorry~ I’ll be taking Kego and Mitsunari back...

UGH!

*She yanks her whip forward and causes Fuyuhiko to smack into a stone wall. She then whips Mitsunari and Kego and pulls them up to safety. She takes Kego under her arm.

Alright, now we just need to-

AaaaaaAAAH!

Not again!

*The Earthquake from before suddenly starts up again.

Tch!

*Peko grabs Fuyuhiko and Mahiru and they head for higher ground.

Seiko!

H-Hajime! Chiaki!

What happened? Wh-Where’s Nagito? What’s going on!

He’s...He’s fighting Fujimori in there!

*Seiko points to the field of flames.

Is he insane or something!?

Rhetorical Question or...?

Hell if I know...Seiko. Come with me.

Um...ok...

*Hajime rushes in the fire, holding Seiko close for protection.

DRGH!

GRGH!

*Nagito and Ayumu continue to throw punch after punch at each other.

(My mind...I’m...This heat...! I’m losing consciousness fast...!)

(I can’t back down though...not until I get this poser off my back...!)

!!?

*Nagito suddenly spots something out of the corner of his eye, and is distracted for a brief moment.

I GOT YOOOOUUUU!!

*Ayumu runs in for a finishing punch, but-!”

*TACK!*

YAAAAAAAHHH!!!

*Nagito picks up what he spotted, which is a nail gun! He aims it at Ayumu and shoots a nail through his hand that pins him to a tower wall!

YOU BASTARD!

DIIIEEE!!

*Nagito, his fist still ablaze, reels back and attempts to piledrive Ayumu’s jaw...His fist is like a speeding train in Ayumu’s eyes, heading straight towards him...!

HWAH!

UGH! NO!

*Just as hit fist is about to make contact, Mikoto, now conscious, uses her technique and paralyses his arm!

Ayumu...You’re gonna melt you know?

Mikoto!

ACK!

Sorry...

*She yanks the nails out of Ayumu’s hand.

Grrgh!

*Nagito attempts to attack the two of them with his other hand, but all of a sudden, bolts from a nearby pillar burst out! The pillar falls and lands straight on Nagito’s head!

DDUGH!

*Nagito collapses, still conscious, but only just. He is incredibly dizzy and crawls on the ground.

Hah...s-serves you right...

!!!!!

AAAACCK!!

MIKOTO!!!

*Completely out of nowhere, Hajime, still holding Seiko’s hand, rushing at blinding speed, moves forth, grabs Mikoto by the face, and smashes her straight into the tower!

Haji...me...!

I think we’ve stayed here long enough!

Let’s go!

*Hajime breaks out into full speed, the exit to the construction site in sight.

AH! NO!

HUH!?

*Seiko suddenly lets out a cry! When Hajime turns around, he sees why!

GIVE HEER! GIIIVE HEEEEEEEEERRR!!

*Ayumu, with a face like thunder, grabs Seiko’s leg, running fast enough to keep up with Hajime!

DRGH!

DSRGH!

AAAAAAHAHAAAH!

*Hajime and Ayumu struggle to keep hold of the Pharmacist.

Oh no...

Huh?

HAJIME! LOOK UP!

HUH!?

Oh...no...!

*To both Hajime and Ayumu’s dismay, the tower from before suddenly creaks, and like a lot of the equipment in the construction site, it comes loose...and falls!

Go Go GO GO GO GO GO GO GO GOOOO!!!

AAAAAAAH!

*The struggle becomes less of a struggle for who gets Seiko and more who can escape in time!

...!

RAAAAAAGGH!

EEEEEK!

*Realizing he’s not going to make it, Hajime tosses Seiko’s body out of the construction site gates to safety! As soon as he does, the tower topples on both him and Ayumu!

AACK!

HAJIME!

Sei...ko...! Go...! Run away before-

ACK!

!!!!??

*All of a sudden, something snares Seiko by her shoulders, and she is lifted into the sky!

No...No...!

*Hajime forces himself to look up.

Good job Fujimori my boy. I’ll consider this package delivered.

Tsu...chiya...

LET ME GO! PUT ME DOWN!

Shut up or I’ll cut out your tongue...!

*To emphasize his point, Akira makes one of the chunks of his hoop float dangerously close to Seiko’s face.

Mmph!

Catch you later!

No...! GET BACK HEEEEEEEEEEERRREE!!

*Helpless, Hajime watches Akira fly Seiko and himself away.

AYUMU-KUN!（｀〇Д〇）

*There are an abundance of citizens who stand back in horror, or even run away from the chaos. Marin sees Ayumu under the rubble from the tower and rushes over to help.

Yrgh...gh...

*After some effort, Nagito finally gets to his feet.

H-Huh?

*He then looks up...

HELP ME!!! HEEEELP MEEEEEE!!

No...! SEEEIKOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

*Ignoring his pain and fatigue, he rushes towards the construction site’s exit, helpless.

No! NOOO!! NOOOOOOOO!!!

!!?

AYUMU-KUN! I’M COMING!（ΟΔΟ；；）

Drgh...M-Marin...!

*Nagito suddenly sees Marin rushing towards Ayumu and Hajime...

D-Don’t worry! I’l get you-◑.◑

*SLAM!*

ACK! (((φ(◎ロ◎;)φ)))

*Nagito suddenly runs over and punches Marin in the face with his hot iron arm and she goes flying!

MARIN!

Nagito! What are you-!?

...

LEAVE HER ALONE! SHE HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS! SHE WASN’T EVEN IN THE FIGHT!

...

*Nagito does not listen. With many eyes on him, he approaches the injured Marin...

...?

*WHAM!*

ngh!

*WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!*

NO! STOP! NOOOOOO!

NAGITO! STOP IT!

*Hajime and Ayumu’s cries fall on deaf ears as Nagito continues to brutally beat Marin’s face in...He hits her again, and again, and again, and again, and again...until blood starts to leak from her.

...

*He then grabs her by her head and holds her up by it, in front of the helpless Hajime and Ayumu.

...

*and he begins to squeeze...!

A-Ayumu...kun...! I...I’m scared...! I-It...hurts...P-Poka...Poka...(っ*´□`)っ

MARIN! H-HOLD ON! I’M COMING!

NAGITO! STOP THIS!

...! DRRARAAAAAGGGH!!

*Nagito does not listen...and then, all of a sudden...

*CRUNCH!*

...

*He crushes her head like a watermelon...!

...

*Nagito, covered in blood, drops Marin’s lifeless body...his eyes soulless and dead inside...

//Seiko Kimura has been kidnapped.//

//Marin Mizuta...has died...//

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jasonbehrs · 3 years

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i wanna read every word, chapter 2

by airauralintensity (aka me, jasonbehrs!)

“Have you ever fallen in love with someone you’ve never met?” “Uh, do you mean like we’ve-been-doing-long-distance-slash-online-dating or like I’ve-been-crushing-on-the-cute-barista-at-the-library-cafe?” “Ummm, more like I’ve-read-their-poems-and-sure-they’re-very-talented-but-their-handwriting-alone-makes-me-smile.” “… That’s oddly specific.”

fandom: kpop, super junior characters: eunhyuk, ryeowook; guest appearances by the rest of sj-m and yesung ship: eunwook genre: romantic comedy themes: alternate endings, strangers to lovers, handwriting, identity reveal setting: college chapter: 2/4 word count: 5.2k

read it below or on ffnet, aff, wattpad

A/N (6.6.2021): Welcome to the next installment folks! Some clarifying things:

- This is the first of two alternate endings to the story, which answers the question, 'What if Ryeowook finds out first?'

- I got some interesting reviews/PMs about the last chapter? Eunhyuk isn't pining after Yesung or anything, and I didn't mean to indicate that would be an aspect of the story. If you were looking forward to it, I'll be disappointing you today haha. Feel free to let me know how much you hate me in a review ;)

Also, today would have been my grandmother's 102nd birthday, so I'm dedicating this chapter to her since she always loved seeing me write. Love you, Nanay!

~~~

He and Hyukjae haven't hung out alone before, but he's sure this won't be awkward. Their only real link may have just been Yesung, but Hyukjae successfully ingrained himself into their entire friend group in the short weeks since they first met. Besides, even if Hyukjae weren't so willing to help him with his twisted scavenger hunt for love, Ryeowook thinks he'd like to hang out with him some time anyway. He's grown to like Hyukjae, really.

At least, that's what he tells himself when he turns the corner and sees Hyukjae sitting alone on a bench in the quad with his legs crossed, a laptop over one knee and an open notebook on the other, waiting for him to arrive.

Ryeowook takes a breath to steel his nerves then heads over to plop himself right next to the other. He doesn't say anything and takes out his own work instead. They don't have to start with the crush thing.

"Ah, my favourite person under 5'2". How do you do?" Hyukjae snarks without pausing his typing.

In response, Ryeowook uses a single finger to tip Hyukjae's notebook onto the ground without remorse.

"Ya!" Hyukjae picks up his notebook and slaps Ryeowook with it.

On the downswing, Ryeowook freezes.

"Oh shit, did I hit you that hard? Sorry, I didn't mean to," Hyukjae hurriedly apologises, but that's not it at all.

Ryeowook had caught a glimpse of the notes hurriedly scrawled across the open book. He would recognise that handwriting anywhere.

"Why don't we get started then," Hyukjae offers uneasily, eyeing how Ryeowook's stance hadn't relaxed yet. "Um, did you bring a copy of one of the notes like we discussed?"

Of course he did. Ryeowook was so excited to be one step closer to identifying the person behind the song lyrics that took up as much space in his brain as his Food Sciences lecture notes, he had brought the whole ass scrapbook with him, eager to show off his favourites to a new and willing audience.

But now, Ryeowook is panicking. He found the object of his affections much sooner than for which he was ready; and said object is sitting right next to him, staring at him expectantly and eager to help.

Not letting himself think it through, Ryeowook rummages through his bag looking for viable scraps of paper. There is no way he is going to hand Hyukjae's own work to him, so he makes do with what he's got.

He bypasses the lyric samples he actually prepared for today's meeting and found ones of his own making which he had intended to recycle weeks ago but never got around to. He silently thanks himself for this terrible habit as he frantically smooths out the small squares of paper before handing them to Hyukjae.

The other raises his eyebrows as he reads through the papers. "Damn, I was hoping that maybe one of these things had even a little similarity to an assignment we've heard so far, but no dice."

Ryeowook nods, affecting understanding disappointment even as he privately rejoices.

"Do you mind if I keep these? I can, like, surreptitiously check people's notebooks during group assignments," he offers with a laugh. "Pearl blue sticky notes can't be that common in a class of 50, right?''

Ryeowook smiles, wide and fake. "Fingers crossed!"

~Even though we're making awkward conversation, it's clear that we're happy to be together.~

Thus proceeds their search for Poem Person. (The gender-neutral nickname Mi had come up with stuck even after Hyukjae revealed those were not actually poems being left behind. Alliterative nicknames are just so catchy.)

"Okay, what if we tie a balloon to your chair and hope Poem Person likes balloons enough to take it with them around campus?" "No way, they won't take it." "How could you possibly be so sure?"

Sometimes, it's Hyukjae coming up with ridiculous plots.

"Trust me. They curl their lowercase L's." "I'm gonna let this go, but I want you to know that makes zero sense."

Plots which Ryeowook foils with equally ridiculous reasoning.

"''We might have never known each other, but we crossed faraway paths and came together. We crossed the distance of a stranger that's farther away than space.' Huh, not bad." "You think so?"

Sometimes, it's Hyukjae asking to read more of the scraps that Ryeowook collects, partially so Hyukjae can make fun of him, but mostly so that he has more clues.

"Yeah. I mean, it doesn't help me at all, but your man's got a way with words. I wonder why he doesn't submit any of the stuff you've shown me for class. It's worth critiquing."

An ask which forces Ryeowook to wrack his brain for passable imitations of song-lyrics-that-could-be-mistakenly-construed-as-poems and to get used to writing with his nondominant hand.

"Pass. Pass. Pass. Pass." "Really? You're passing on Park Hyungsik?"

Today, neither of them are feeling very motivated, so Hyukjae pulls up the Facebook profiles of his classmates and let Ryeowook play smash or pass because "it's fun to hear strangers' opinions on people you know."

"Oh, absolutely. Does that guy look like he cares where he dots his i's and j's? Hard pass," Ryeowook maintains.

Hyukjae shakes his head in amazement as he pulls back his phone. "You'll meet him one day, and you'll regret this moment; mark my words. Hyungsik is universally loved. Honestly, I'm not convinced yet Poem Person isn't him. He fits basically all of your criteria."

Ryeowook has to actively smother a knowing smirk. "What a shame."

He didn't come clean to Hyukjae in the quad that day because he panicked. Ryeowook was not mentally ready to meet the object of his affections so soon, much more confess, so he acted on impulse to buy himself some time.

Once he had it, he got curious.

It's no secret that Ryeowook had built up an idea of what Poem Person is like. The lyrics provided some insight, of course; but most of his intuition came from the handwriting itself. From what he could see, Poem Person was supposed to be intensely passionate, excitingly impulsive, and almost sickeningly romantic.

"Okay, how about this guy?" Hyukjae asks as he passes his phone over again.

Ryeowook takes one look at the screen and snorts. "Very funny. Pass."

The app is opened to a photo of Hyukjae himself posed unnaturally on a couch wearing a forward-facing snapback perched atop his head and an awkward half-smile, and Ryeowook refuses to look at it any longer before he does something he'll regret, like coo affectionately.

"Pass!?" Hyukjae repeats with mock-incredulity. "Don't you think he looks charming and witty and oh-so-loveable?"

Ryeowook indeed had a lot of thoughts about what Poem Person would look like, and 'charming,' 'witty,' and 'oh-so-loveable' have indeed flitted through his mind. Actually, Ryeowook finds that Hyukjae and Poem Person aren't altogether dissimilar.

Hyukjae is passionate about his craft, to be sure, but it doesn't occupy every one of his waking moments like Ryeowook expected. He is as much of a romantic as the next person is, but really Hyukjae is poetic, a distinction Ryeowook learns and appreciates very early on. Hyukjae is a little too thoughtful to be so impulsive, but his quick wit and ability to do/say/become whatever a situation calls for more than fulfill the quota for chaos that underlay Ryeowook's original supposition.

So yes, Ryeowook is withholding the truth so that he can slot the person he made up in his head into the person Hyukjae is, but it's been worth it.

"He looks like a brat and like his feet smell." "YAH! My shoes don't breathe!" "Get better shoes, then." "Give me the money, then." "Get a job, then." "That's not fair! Helping you find Poem Person is basically my part-time job!" "Consider it more of an unpaid internship."

Before Hyukjae takes his turn to volley back, his phone rings in his hand.

"Ah, as much fun as this was, I gotta go. I have a mini-showcase coming up, and I've been slacking on rehearsals." He shakes his phone towards Ryeowook, and the latter could see an alarm screen that reads "get your dumb ass to the gulliver center!"

Ryeowook's heart beats a noticeable thump thump all of a sudden. "Can I come with?"

"S-sure," Hyukjae says, shocked by the offer. "But why?"

That's a great question. For now, he says, "Because your internship is getting in the way of your studies, and I feel bad," but later, he'll know it's because he didn't want his time with Hyukjae to end so soon.

A grateful grin spreads across Hyukjae's face, and Ryeowook will add that onto his list of reasons later as well. "An audience is always welcome."

In no time, Hyukjae is in a practise room in the athletic center stretching his limbs every which way while Ryeowook watches as intently as possible while feigning interest in literally anything else in the room.

The bass-heavy noise music that Hyukjae puts on startles his attention back onto the dancer, and Ryeowook can no longer hide how blatantly he stares.

Hyukjae moves through the choreography so fluidly it almost looks lazy. He goes from jagged angles and harsh lines to sinewy curves and rolling waves to strong stomps and high jumps with no hesitation. He plays with the rhythm of the music, and he makes full use of the space available to him. Ryeowook is barely processing one impressive move when Hyukjae executes another one; and before he knows it, the performance is over.

"So," Hyukjae pants, "what'd ya think?"

"It's…" Jaw-dropping. Powerful. Hot. "… impressive," Ryeowook says at last.

Hyukjae smiles tightly. "Thanks. It actually needs a bit of work for the showcase, but I don't think the routine is all too shabby."

Ryeowook watches as Hyukjae watches himself through the mirror, redoing parts of the choreography over and over again at different tempos just to fine-tune his movements, and he can't help but feel like Hyukjae needed more from him.

"Um, I wonder if maybe it's lacking emotion?"

All movement halts. "What?"

Ryeowook didn't mean to say that; but now that it's out, he finds himself needing to continue. "You move well, um, obviously," he gestures awkwardly to Hyukjae's person, fighting a blush. "It looks physically difficult, sure, but what is it that you're trying to say? Like, I'm guessing you chose that song, too, right? So, why?"

Hyukjae stands in the middle of the room, arms limp by his side, and staring at Ryeowook with an unnervingly blank look on his face. Ryeowook hastily backpedals, "But hey, what do I know? I'm sure your professors will watch you and see all the nuances I can't with my untrained peon eyes. I was just… talking to talk, I guess."

"No, but I think you have a point," Hyukjae interjects.

Ryeowook perks up. "I do?"

"Yeah, like… I was so focused on trying to show what I can do with something only I could do, but that means basically nothing when any one of my classmates could learn my routine with only a week of practise. The only way I would be able to stand out is from whatever I put into it, but you made me realise I didn't put anything into it." He plops on the floor, eyebrows furrowed in consternation.

Ryeowook shakes his head adamantly. "No, no! There's clearly something there! You just need to, like, bring it out more. You have that whole idea—that this is something only you can do. You can take that, morph your routine into a testament to your need to prove yourself. Start with some trepidation, throw some desperation in the middle, and end with triumph. Honestly, I think I saw a little bit of that in your performance already. Maybe it was an accident, but now, just… do it on purpose."

"'Do it on purpose,'" Hyukjae repeats to himself. His head is down, so Ryeowook can't immediately tell what he thinks of the idea. He's ready to apologise again, even offer to go home so that Hyukjae can concentrate better, but then Hyukjae raises his head. "Alright, let me give that a try."

His eyes are filled with will and determination. Ryeowook, of all people, put those there.

He sits back and watches Hyukjae rehearse his routine over and over again, getting better and more evocative each time.

The Hyukjae before him is not a Hyukjae Ryeowook would have been able to guess based on his handwriting and lyrics alone.

Ryeowook knows basically nothing about dancing; but over the past few weeks, he's really come to know Hyukjae. He's noticed how the other is prone to express himself through movement, like when he accentuates his stories with body language and physical reenactments. It belies a comfort and confidence with his body and what it can do with which Ryeowook could never empathise. It's a subtle thing, but impactful nevertheless.

He smothers it down because he doesn't want to give Hyukjae the wrong idea, but he wants to laugh.

Only he could fall for a dancer's words first before anything else, and only he could fall for the same person twice.

~Where should I start? When should I say it? Darling, our seconds, our minutes together were beautiful.~

"Ryeowook, why haven't you asked to see my handwriting yet?"

"What?"

They had commandeered a study room in the library, but honestly neither of them are making a lot of headway in their respective assignments. Ryeowook didn't want anything to do with Organic Chemistry, but this conversation is making him reconsider his previous stance.

"Isn't that what you're into? Trying to infer people's personalities based on their handwriting?"

"I'm not into it. It just happened."

"Okay, sure, but aren't you, like, good at it now? Read mine! Tell me what it says about me."

Ryeowook, desperate to squash this idea immediately, blurts out. "It… It won't work!"

"Why not?" Hyukjae pouts.

Ryeowook scrambles. "Because I know you already. Yeah. I'll see and interpret things in a way that confirms what I already know."

Hyukjae eyebrows furrow in what Ryeowook can presume is consternation. "Sorry," he offers feebly.

Some more time passes, and Ryeowook makes mild progress on his O-Chem work, before Hyukjae speaks up again. "So if you can't do me, can you do my friend?" he asks with an excited tone that makes Ryeowook wary.

"I do not want to do your friend." You, however…

"NO! I mean: can you interpret my friend's handwriting? Here. He left it at my place last time we studied together."

Hyukjae's smirk radiates smug self-satisfaction, and with one look at the paper, Ryeowook understands why. He actively controls every muscle in his body to prevent the facepalm that's threatening to break loose.

He has to give Hyukjae props, though. If Ryeowook weren't already so intimately acquainted with the handwriting on the page before him, the other's ploy could have worked.

Regardless, he still finds himself in the position he was trying to avoid in the first place.

All the best lies are based in truth, right? "So I can tell your friend has a very high-stress major. The handwriting is cramped and small, like he can't waste a single stroke or else he'll miss something he needs to write down. Ah, see how he doesn't fully cross his t's and dot his i's? He thinks he'll be able to read his own handwriting later. He probably has decent memory or just has a lot of faith in himself."

Hyukjae nods with an impressed frown. "Huh, not bad."

It would be so, so easy to stop there, but Ryeowook can't. He loves Hyukjae's handwriting too much. "And look here," he points excitedly to a cross-out near the center of the page. "He could cross out his mistakes with a single line or a little squiggle, but he completely blocks it out instead. It suggests he has more confidence with the obvious; but really, I think he needs the reminder. Like, 'Yeah, I made a mistake. I'll move on, but I won't let myself forget. That way I don't do it again.'"

A moment later, Ryeowook realises with a jolt that he had been holding and smiling at the scrap paper a little too tenderly. He whips his head up in embarrassment, an explanation-slash-apology at the tip of his tongue, but Hyukjae doesn't seem to notice.

In fact, Hyukjae has been silent the whole time. Ryeowook chuckles awkwardly. "Am I right?"

"Huh?" Hyukjae intones as he's brought out of his reverie. Ryeowook thinks he sees something in his eyes when their gazes meet, but Hyukjae blinks and it's gone. "I'm sorry, what did you ask me?"

"I was wondering if I was right. About your 'friend,'" Ryeowook reminds, air quotes clear in his tone.

Hyukjae shuffles uncomfortably in his seat. "I think you're more right than even he's ready to admit," he says with a hand at the back of his neck and a sardonic quirk of his lips.

The sight causes an unexplainable swell of affection within Ryeowook, and he turns away. "He can take his time," he assures, eyes trained on his textbook even though he can't read a damn thing.

Hyukjae nods his thanks and turns back to his homework, but Ryeowook doesn't feel right letting it end here.

"Hey, wanna give my handwriting a try?"

~You always lift your head to look up at me. I want to take my big hands and cup your small cheeks.~

Next time they're meant to hang out, it's the weekend; and Hyukjae texts him to meet him at Bomnal.

"Both of us were here just two days ago, and we have to be here again in two days. Don't we spend enough time in Bomnal as it is?" Ryeowook complains as soon as he enters the atrium of the academic building.

"Think of it like a field trip. Come on, Wook," Hyukjae says as he leads them to the second floor lecture hall.

"Pretty sure field trips are meant to take us out of the classroom, but sure, whatever," Ryeowook grumbles as he follows along.

He's testy. He knows it, but he can't help it.

This is the first time both of them will be in Bomnal 235 at once. It feels like a turning point, like he's going to learn something today whether he wants to or not. He wonders if Hyukjae feels the same sense of impending that he does, or maybe it's just worse for him because he's in love.

As soon as they open the doors, the automatic lights flick on and douse the room with a very awake yellow.

"So… where do you normally sit?" Hyukjae asks as he motions to the empty seats before them.

Ryeowook freezes. Now that it's upon him, he can definitively identify this as the thing he was anxious about.

What if he tells the truth, Hyukjae realises Poem Person is him, and he feels awkward about it? Their comfortable but still-very-new friendship would evaporate on the spot, and Ryeowook won't have him in any capacity, much more a romantic one.

So, in another impeccable display of judgement, he decides to lie again.

"Oh, you know… I change it up," he mildly comments as he moves to somewhere near the middle of the first row. He sits down and gives an unassuming grin to his friend, who makes a face. "You're one of those people? Haven't you heard of the same seats code of conduct? You fed me some crap about curling L's when really it's your fault the balloon trick wouldn't have worked," Hyukjae jokes in that way where he's completely serious but is phrasing it with humour.

Ryeowook feels a genuine, fond grin spread across his face before he can help it, and he quickly ducks his head. "Why are we here, again?" he asks instead of dwelling on the validating comfort of being known.

"Why not?" Hyukjae asks as he moves to sit down. "This is the place it all began, right? Might as well."

Ryeowook, for his part, only stares.

Hyukjae went up to a seat in the rear right quadrant of the lecture hall. Ryeowok's own, real seat is directly in front of where the other is sitting. That can't be a coincidence.

"Um, I'm guessing that's where you sit?" he asks as casually as possible.

"Huh? Oh! Haha, yeah. It's funny, I didn't even think of sitting anywhere else. My feet just automatically guided me here."

"So funny," Ryeowook squeaks out.

"Yeah, my friend in the class actually used to sit with me, but it became very apparent very quickly that we would never get anything done if we did, so he moved down there." Hyukjae points with his foot to Ryeowook's seat, and Ryeowook's breath hitches in his throat. "Sometimes when I'm bored, I just can't help but throw stuff onto his desk just to annoy him." Hyukjae mimes a free throw shot towards the desk and smiles.

Well, if there were any doubt before in Ryeowook's mind that Hyukjae was Poem Person, it has summarily been erased.

Ryeowook hums but says nothing else, letting a companionable silence stretch between them as he acknowledges the warmth that settles into his chest when he confirms with himself that yes, he is glad that Hyukjae is Poem Person.

"Why are you helping me?" he asks, curious and without judgement. The abrupt question startles the other out of whatever reverie he had settled into during their respite, but Hyukjae bounces back quickly, as he always does.

"You know, I had to figure that answer out myself," Hyukjae answers with a laugh. He leans back in his chair with his hands folded behind his head, staring out at the empty lecture hall. "I told you I would at first because it was obvious that I was the only one in a position to actually help. It wasn't even an option in my mind that I wouldn't… But even after my sense of obligation ran out, I wanted to keep going.

"You're cool, Ryeowook. You're fun to be around, you're sassy, you're down to try anything once. You're totally comfortable being yourself, and your 'self' is crazy. Like, who else trusts in their gut enough that this person you're chasing after is worth the effort? Who else would go to the lengths to which you're willing to go just to meet him? Honestly, I think that's pretty awesome. I don't know if I could have that same confidence you do."

He tilts his head towards Ryeowook then and gives a close-lipped, self-convinced smile. "If anyone's gonna find love based on a few scraps of paper and a dream, it's gonna be you."

Ryeowook nods mutely. He hopes the distance between them is enough to disguise the blush on his cheeks.

Hyukjae faces forward again. "If I think about it, I guess I'm being selfish, too. I want to believe a love like that is possible; and if I help you find him, I'll get to see it happen for myself… I really hope this guy is worth it, Ryeowook. I think it would break my heart as much as yours if he weren't."

He is, though. He's so worth it. "Me too."

~Longing is a beautiful pain I thought I could endure.~

Ryeowook walks out of the campus mail room, and life couldn't get better.

He just picked up a care package his mom sent him; he got a 94 on his last Nutrition Essentials quiz; and Hyukjae loves the new low-fat, protein-enhanced strawberry scones recipe he tried out yesterday.

Speaking of whom, he thinks this whole Poem Person plot is going to wrap up soon. The last time they must have actually worked on a strategy to find out who Poem Person was, like, two weeks ago at least; and Ryeowook's glad he can stop pretending he has any interest anymore.

Their friendship has wholly evolved beyond the point of needing a project to work on in order to spend time with each other anyway. Why pine after a fictitious man when he has a whole Hyukjae right there, who buys him coffee lattes simply because he's Hyukjae's dongsaeng and who helps him study for his quizzes even when Hyukjae himself is stressed.

Ryeowook tells himself that with some more time, the whole mystery will just fade into an inside joke between the two of them, a white whale they can reminisce about when they're sipping soju and reminiscing… preferably cuddled on a couch and with his head on Hyukaje's shoulder.

However, his friend group did not get the memo.

"So, uh. What happened to Poem Person?" Henry asks one weekend while everyone is at Ryeo-Mi's apartment.

"Shut up!" Kyuhyun admonishes with a slap to the back of Henry's head. "Ryeowook hasn't annoyed us with that in weeks. Aren't you grateful?!"

"I actually am very curious about what happened there. Weren't you and Hyukjae supposed to find him together?" Yesung asks.

"The gen—" "Maybe I'm manifesting, Mi! Ever think of that?"

Ryeowook cuts in before Mi's feelings get even more hurt. "Yeah, we were, but honestly I've kinda given up on the whole thing."

He expects some shock, but he couldn't have predicted who would be the most affected. "You're just gonna give up on finding love!?" Mi despairs.

"Actually, the potential for a romantic relationship was never confirmed," Henry quips. Yesung gives Henry a high-five.

"It was just a little crush," Ryeowook defends. "I've moved past it, as I was bound to do eventually." He says this last part to Kyuhyun, who he knows was the most annoyed with his actions back then.

"'Eventually' doesn't end in time for finals week, Wook," Kyuhyun retorts.

"Well, now you never have to worry about it, Hyun."

"Is love dead?" Mi desponds aloud, but no one pays him any mind.

Ryeowook pats his roommate's shoulders in a half-hearted attempt at consolation. If Mi turns out to be the only casualty in this whole ordeal, Ryeowook will count this as a win.

What he doesn't count on is the fact that Hyukjae would invariably hear about it.

"Is it true?" Hyukjae corners him after Ryeowook picks up his order from the on-campus cafe.

"You know, I don't think so. I think she's just Henry's accompanist for rehearsals," Ryeowook responds genuinely, certain that the latest gossip about Henry's potentially secret girlfriend is what Hyukjae must have been referring to.

"What? No!" Hyukjae stops in confusion but stomps after Ryeowook once he gets his bearings back. "No, I heard that you gave up on finding him, that you gave up a while ago. Is it true?"

Ryeowook hesitates to sit down at the open table he found, and Hyukjae's entire posture seizes in betrayal. "Alright, got it," Hyukjae says with an edge to his tone. "Do me a favour, yeah? Never talk to me ever again."

"Wait!" Ryeowook calls once Hyukjae turns on his heel and storms off. "Hyukjae, wait!" He pays no mind to the fact that he's abandoning his belongings as he chases Hyukjae outside. "I get that you're angry, but don't you think this is a little much?"

He reaches out for Hyukjae's upper arm, but the other immediately shrugs it off. Ryeowook flinches and retreats slightly. Despite the other's obvious fury, Hyukjae is stopped in place and seems willing to actually talk to him, and Ryeowook holds onto that hope instead.

"No, actually," Hyukjae sneers. "I think this is the perfect amount of much when you find out your best friend has been wasting your time for who knows how long!"

Of all the things Hyukjae could have said in that moment, Ryeowook didn't expect that reaction at all. It stings more than he expects, cuts through his defensiveness; and despite his position in the situation, he can't help but need comfort. "What do you mean?" he asks in a confused, desperate voice.

"What do I mean?" Hyukjae repeats exasperatedly. "Ryeowook, we spent weeks together trying to figure out how to get you your dream guy! We never even got anywhere, and, and… And it's all because of you! You shot down basically every one of my ideas practically from the beginning, even after I told you how much it would personally mean to me. That is, like, the textbook definition of a waste of time!"

"You weren't having fun?"

"What?" Hyukjae demands incredulously.

"All that time we spent together," Ryeowook clarifies as he steadfastly meets Hyukjae's angry gaze. "You didn't have fun?"

Hyukjae is silent, and his body posture screams obstinate defiance, but his eyes remain trained on Ryeowook.

"You didn't come to look forward to spending time with me? You didn't spend your free time thinking of ways to make me laugh?"

Hyukjae rolls his eyes. "So what? What does any of that mean when you were just stringing me along? You… you weren't even using me!?" he exclaims, voice rising in a hysterical question. "That was literally the whole basis of our friendship, and you couldn't even do that? Like, what could you have possibly gained from lying to my face like that for all this time?"

Ryeowook gives a watery smile at the non-answer and looks down at his fingers fidgeting together. "I did, too," he says in a voice so quiet it was like he intended to keep that to himself.

It's silent for a long time after that admission. Hyukjae's lividness has dissipated, and he is only left with a disappointment so painful he doesn't want to dwell on it any further. He moves to leave Ryeowook alone outside of the cafe, but Ryeowook's voice stops him.

"W-What did you say?" Hyukjae asks with apprehension.

Ryeowook ignores the tears falling from his eyes as he repeats himself. "I'm in a rush to catch you, but you're in a hurry to leave. Should I just surrender? Now we're like an old and worn notebook filled with scribbles."

Hyukjae simply stares, and Ryeowook takes that as his cue to keep going. "Take your beautiful smile with you. Don't leave it here. You saw me with tears in my eyes."

By heart,

"I was a selfish man, but my life is divided into before and after I knew you."

Ryeowook recites lyric,

"When I first saw you, it felt like a miracle."

after lyric,

"I'm thinking of you more today. I wonder how tomorrow morning will be. Will I miss you more than I do today?"

after lyric;

"I'm honest because I don't know lies before love."

and before he knows it,

"I'd place my feelings on the thawing snow. I'd hang my wish on a disappearing star, but only if you ask me to."

Hyukjae is within arm's reach.

"It's me?" Hyukjae whispers into the scant centimetres between them. "It's really me?" he asks again when Ryeowook had simply nodded.

Ryeowook can't even help it when he recites, "Even when you ask me again, for me, it's only you." with a breathy laugh as he shyly looks away.

Hyukjae moves to gently hold Ryeowook's hand. "And you're okay with that?"

Ryeowook wants to laugh and melt and cry and run away, but instead he settles for an earnest nod and a hesitant smile. "Are you?"

Hyukjae answers him with a kiss, and it feels like a dazzling melody.

~Together, we can make all our unfulfilled dreams come true.~

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little-piece-of-woohyun · 6 years

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Till then, Till eternity

Pairing: Kim Sunggyu/Nam Woohyun

Mentioned: Jang Dongwoo

Genre: Angst

Warning!: there’s mentions of rape, abuse, self-harm and blood and is a definite trigger warning. If you are not comfortable with it please do not read it.

Word count: 3146 words.

Summary: Woohyun blamed himself for his father’s rage, for stealing his father’s happiness.

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You are disgusting’

‘No one wants you’

‘Can’t you just die?’

‘You’re a freak’

‘You’re a mistake’

He clutched his ears shut, no longer able to tolerate his surroundings. Those words he hears every so often ever since he could remember. He hugged his knees close to him, a way of protecting himself from the cruel world, the world where he never belonged to, the world who said he was a mistake.

‘You’re weak’

‘You’re nothing but a burden’

‘You’re worthless, useless’

His body shook violently at those words. Why won’t they just leave him alone? Why do they have to torture him like this, as if his life alone was not miserable enough. He buried his head deeper in his tiny hands, tiny sobs leaving his trembling lips. He laid down at the back of the room, hiding himself in the farthest corner out of sight.

He was 7 when those words were first uttered to him. His father blamed his mother’s death on him as she died giving birth to him. He knew nothing, yet the old man mercilessly abused him, spitting out curse words, hitting him with anything, everything. He was a small boy only seeking for his father’s love. At the age of 7, he learnt that love was unconditional. He still loved his abusive father.

At the age of 10, his father started coming home very late and very drunk. He learned to take care of himself, to cook meals for both him and his abusive father. He still loved the man unconditionally, he was all the young boy had left. The old man would abuse him, throw him around, breaking him. He was 10 when he said, “I’m the cause of all this. I am to blame. I deserve this.” something an innocent growing boy should never even think of.

Being a misfit in school, he was always alone. The kids made fun of him because of his bruises and because he was easily scared, he never minded. “This is what I get for destroying my father’s happiness. This is my punishment”, the young boy said, repeating it daily like a sacred mantra. He was bullied, verbally and physically. At the age of 13, he was traumatised, scarred by the world. The world was too much for the young boy who only asked for love. ‘Maybe I do not deserve love.’ his little heart said.

On his mother’s death anniversary, the boy would spend the day at the altar. Bowing deeply that his knees bruised, his chapped lips trembling, eyes red filled with tears, voicing out silent apologies. The picture of the smiling woman whom he never met, he wonders if he will receive the love he was seeking for from the warm smile displayed in the picture. ‘But I took away my father’s happiness. I do not deserve love.’

‘You know you don’t deserve anything. You’re a mistake.’

Those alluring voices, dangerous yet intriguing. He was scared of those voices, he was curious where they came from, his fragile heart wounded, cracking, slowly shattering without him noticing because of those voices. ‘We’re all you have. Listen to us.’ Being 14 and naive, he listened to those damaging voices, giving into their dark desires, slowly destroying himself.

He still remembers the day he woke up with unbearable pain, his lower abdomen bleeding. His father came home drunk and was enraged. He was in his room sleeping when his father slammed his door open and abused him. He was prepared for his usual beating but never did the young boy expect his father would do such an unimaginable thing to him, to a young boy like him, his own son.

He screamed, he cried, he begged for his father’s mercy. The man continued assaulting him, satisfying his needs, releasing his rage. The boy fought the man hovering over him, hitting him, scratching him, in hopes the man above him would stop. With every thrust of his father’s hips, bits of his consciousness was knocked out of him. His attempts to fight back failed and soon, the boy saw black, tears escaping from his eyes down his chubby cheeks. ‘How could his own father do this to him’ his little heart cried. At the age of 14, he accepted his fate as his father’s outlet to release all his rage, his frustrations, his desires.

‘You’re tainted’

‘No one will love you now’

“Nam Woohyun, you little shit!” his father cursed at him, hands raised ready to land punches to his already fragile body. He whimpered as his father continued with his blows, allowing his father to let all his rage out. The kicks, the punches, the curses, the assaults, he’s now used to it. He walked out of his house after the beating to get medicines and bandages to clean himself and something to help his father’s hangover in the morning. Despite all his father did to him, he can’t bring his pure heart to hate the man. He is now 17 and was already immune to the punches and assaults. Curse words were nothing to him now, he’s grown used to it.

He received disgusted looks from his neighbours as he walked to the store. “You have to report him, Woohyun. You can’t let him continue doing this to you”, the cashier looked at the beat up boy, still in his school uniform, covered in blood and skin already bruising. The cashier was the only one kind enough to talk to the boy, he was his neighbour after all. The boy only managed a weak smile to the cashier and walked out of the store. His heart clenched, ‘He’s all I have left. I should accept the consequences of what I did’. After all the abuse and assault, he still loves his father.

It was already dark when he walked out of the store. He took his sweet time, he doesn’t want to go back to the prison he calls home. ‘Just a little while’, his little heart whispered. He was beyond tired, physically and mentally. He strolled around the park and sat on the swing set. He pushed himself forward and backwards, making the swing move. As the movement quickens, tears start to well up in his eyes.

The swing stopped moving as he cried, sobbing silently. His blood from the cuts were dried, his body ached but not as bad as how his heart was hurting. He clutched his chest, sobbing silently into the night. The voices came and poisoned his mind, suggesting destructive thoughts to the already fragile boy. ‘No one cares even if you scream your tiny heart out. You are nobody to this world.’ The voices triggered something in the boy’s head, something dangerous and very destructive.

He took out the pocket knife he bought to cut his bandages and aligned it at his wrist. ‘Just do it. You’ll never suffer again. No more abuse, no more assaults. You’ll be at peace. You’ll be free.’ the voice rang in his head. He took a deep breath and ran the knife along his wrist, blood seeping through his pale bruised skin. He felt satisfied seeing the blood dripping from his wrist, staining the once brown dirt crimson red.

He went in again and slashed his arm open again and again. His arm now littered with cuts, red painting his once pale skin. Once he was satisfied, he dropped the knife, feeling light headed and satisfied. He looked up at the sky, the moon shining brightly above his head, feeling drowsy due to the deep cuts. He felt himself slowly drifting into darkness before a pair of strong arms caught him from falling to the ground.

‘Finally, I can go.’ his little heart sighed in relief.

He woke up to the sound of machines beeping and white walls. His eyes adjusted to the light, scanning the room. As he was in his own world trying to figure out how he got there, how he got to the hospital, a voice greeted him. “Oh, you’re awake.” the foreign voice said. Panic surged through the boy, his immediate instinct was to cover his head, pulled his knees close to him to protect himself. After years of abuse and assault, it was a habit of his, to hide himself, protect himself from hits and curses.

Seeing the boy panic, fear displayed clearly in his eyes, the stranger apologised. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m sorry.” the stranger said again, with an apologetic smile on his face. Woohyun looked down at his hands, all bandaged and his cuts were cleaned. “You were out for a couple of days. We tried to contact your family but no one picked up the call,” he continued again. Upon hearing the word family, the young boy panicked again.

What was he to tell his father? Does his father even noticed him missing? What has his father been eating? Who’s nursing his hangover? He worried for the old man more than his own well being. He imagined all the beatings he’ll get once he’s home. The boy started to shake violently, sobbing loudly. Instinctively, the stranger went to the boy and tried to calm the crying boy. When he tried to hug the boy, the boy pushed him away, eyes filled with fear. “D-Don’t hurt me, p-please.” the boy cried out, voice hoarse. The stranger rang for the nurses and put the boy to sleep.

He woke up again, realising that he was still in the same room as before. He saw the stranger sitting on the chair beside him, dressed in a white coat, immersed in a book. The doctor looked up from his book and the boy panicked again. “It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you.” the doctor said in a calming manner. The boy’s breathing was still erratic. “Hey, hey. Calm down. It’s not healthy for you to continue on like this. Take deep breaths. I’m not going to hurt you, I promise.” the doctor said inching closer to the boy, hands raised as a sign he won’t do anything to hurt him.

The doctor starts taking deep breaths and Woohyun followed, his breathing becoming less erratic. “There you go. Deep breaths.” the doctor repeated again. The doctor observed the boy slowly calming down, ‘Why did no one do anything to help this poor boy?’ the doctor thought to himself. It was obvious the boy was abused based on the bruises on the boy’s face and body. “You doing good, Woohyun? I’m Dongwoo. Do you remember anything before you passed out?” the doctor asked the boy.

Woohyun tensed when the doctor said his name but soon loosen up to the thought that he was in a hospital and the doctor would never hurt him. He shook his head to answer the doctor’s question, he tried recalling the night and remembered someone catching him before he passed out. The boy opened his mouth to say something but remained silent. He looked down at his hands, playing with the loose thread of his blanket. “A boy brought you in. He’s been waiting outside for days, for you to wake up. I’ll call him in, is that okay?” The doctor said calmly to not cause another panic attack to the boy.

‘Who would save you? You’re not worth saving.’

When the doctor left, Woohyun tried his best to not panic and tried to distract himself. He took deep calming breaths like he did earlier with the doctor. He doesn’t want to pass out again, he needed to thank the person who was kind enough to help him, to help someone so worthless, unimportant like him. He cleared his head and found the newspaper sitting on the table beside his bed and grabbed it. He flipped through the newspaper until one particular article caught his attention.

“Man found dead, overdosed” the caption read.

His fingers trembled when he saw his father’s picture in that article. He read through the article, tears flowing freely down his chubby cheeks. ‘No no no. This can’t be real.’ he threw the newspaper away from him and sobbed loudly.

‘You will never be abused again’

‘The old man deserved it’

‘You’ll be alone forever’

The voices came and poisoned his thoughts again. The doctor came in with a familiar figure behind him. Woohyun flinched when he felt a familiar pair of strong arms hugging him close. “He’s dead. Tell me that’s not true.” the boy cried loudly making the doctor confused with the situation. The doctor picked up the newspaper and saw the article the boy was reading, “Is this man related to you Woohyun?” the doctor asked.

Woohyun only cried louder into the familiar arms hugging him. “That’s his father, the only family he had left.” the cashier said. The cashier ran his hands up and down the boy’s back. Soon the crying stopped and the boy fell asleep, too exhausted and still in shock with what’s happened. The cashier tucked the sleeping boy, wiping any traces of tears from his face. ‘He doesn’t deserve this, he deserves better’ said the cashier’s little heart.

“He didn’t freak out when he saw you, I assume you both know each other?” the doctor asked making the cashier sigh. “I’m Sunggyu, his neighbour. I bet you found out that he’s been abused when you did a check up on him. It’s been like that ever since he was young. He would sometimes come to my house to take refuge after his father beats him. I told him to report his father to the police but he wouldn’t. He kept on saying he couldn’t, that he deserved those beatings because he took away his father’s happiness.” the cashier sighed, looking at the sleeping boy sadly.

Sunggyu sat next to the sleeping boy and held his hand. “I’ll protect you this time. I’ll take care of you, I promise.” the cashier whispered to the boy.

2 years later

Sunggyu opened the door to his house to find it disturbingly quiet. Woohyun would usually be in the living room watching some crappy tv show to avoid the thought that he’s alone in the apartment. Once Woohyun was stable enough to be discharged, Sunggyu brought Woohyun out of the neighbourhood, moved out of town to live in the suburbs. It took Sunggyu some time to convince the younger boy, when he managed to talk some sense into the boy, assuring him, promising him again and again, Woohyun agreed.

The past 2 years was not easy for Sunggyu, it wasn’t easy for both of them. He still remembers the day he found Woohyun crying in the corner of his bedroom, hands littered with cuts, scratches and bruises. Dongwoo did warn him that this will happen more often due to the boy’s trauma, the memory of his father beating him, his abuse, his assaults will continue to haunt him. It took Sunggyu a solid two hours to calm the boy down, whispering soothing and calming words to him.

He was snapped away from his thoughts when he heard noises from the bathroom. He drops his briefcase and keys, immediately running to the bathroom. He opened the door and saw a small figure in the bath tub sitting under the stream of the cold shower water. He quickly turned the shower off and wrapped the trembling boy with a towel. He dried the boy, stripped him off his wet clothes so the boy doesn’t get sick. His eyes were red, tears were visibly flowing down his flushed cheeks.

“It’s all my fault. I’m a burden to everyone. I don’t deserve this. I should be the one buried in the ground instead of my mother. My father would’ve still been alive now if it’s not for me.” Woohyun repeated again and again. Sunggyu inched closer to Woohyun, but with every step Sunggyu take, Woohyun will move away from him.

“D-Don’t. I’m d-disgusting. I-I’m dirty.” Oh how those words crushed Sunggyu.

He reached out and grabbed Woohyun’s hand and tilted the boy’s head up so their eyes meet. “Woohyun, look at me please.” the older boy pleaded. Sunggyu stroked the boy’s chubby cheeks, “It’s not your fault, Woohyun. The things that happened was not your doing. Fate was cruel to you, it wasn’t your fault. Please, the world’s the one who’s supposed to apologise to you for putting you in such situation. Such a precious boy, the words shouldn’t be uttered by you.” he said looking into Woohyun’s hazel eyes, tears still flowing down freely.

‘He doesn’t mean those words’

‘You know he’s only after your ass’

‘He’s lying’

‘Who would love you? The love he’s showing to you is fake’ the demons in his had said mockingly.

‘No one would love you’

“Don’t listen to those demons, Woohyun. Look at me. I love you, I really do. Not out of pity of your past but because of your pure heart. I’ll never lie to you.” Sunggyu knew him too well, he knows what the demons in his head are saying. The sincerity in Sunggyu’s eyes was what made the younger boy trust him. He hugged Woohyun close to him, sharing his warmth with Woohyun. It pained Sunggyu that all he could do to help him was being by the younger boy’s side, whispering soothing words to him. He wanted to be able to do more, to show the boy he deserved more. But to be able to do that he’ll need to take things slow, he doesn’t want to scare Woohyun.

Once the sobbing stopped and Woohyun’s breathing was calm, Sunggyu carried Woohyun to the younger’s room and tucked him in and kissed the crown of the boy’s head. “You deserve all the happiness in the world. Remember that.” he whispered into the boy’s hair, hugging Woohyun close to him. He was about to walk out of the younger’s room when Woohyun grabbed his hand. “C-Can you sleep with me tonight?” the younger boy asked looking everywhere except Sunggyu. Sunggyu smiled at Woohyun’s request and nodded. He made his way under the covers next to Woohyun and hugged him close.

Woohyun sighed in relief when he felt Sunggyu’s strong arms around him and nuzzled into the crook of his neck. It was rare for Woohyun to ask for anything let alone make requests like this from the elder. Sunggyu was glad Woohyun was opening up to him. He will always be by the boy’s side, protecting him, taking care of him and loving the boy endlessly. Woohyun deserves the happiness, deserves the love the elder offered to him and Sunggyu will always tell him that until Woohyun believes in his words. Till then, he’ll always be by Woohyun’s side. He does not plan on leaving Woohyun’s side ever.

“I love you, Woohyun. Always remember that.”

#inspiritsonly #woogyu #anne writes #trigger warning #angst

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jbankai89 · 7 years

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Fic Recs: Harry Potter - Snarry

As a fic writer, I write a lot, but I am also a big reader of slash fanfic. I’ve been asked before for recs, so here I figured I’d give it a go by listing some recs for my OTP -- Snarry! All the fics listed here are complete.

The Cambiare Podentes series by Jordan Grant

Anyone who knows me knows that if you want Snarry recs, this is the first thing out of my mouth. I love, love, love, love this series, and I’ve read it a good four times. My only complaint is that after a certain plot point, it drags a little, especially in the second part, Madurare. It’s still well worth the read. It is classified as an enslavement fic, but it reads more like a courtship/forced bonding fic.

Length: 604 622 words

Warnings: Noncon, Dubcon, Violence

Summary: A new prophecy comes to light, one that promises death for Harry Potter and enslavement for the wizarding world, unless Harry himself consents to being sexually enslaved--irrevocably and for life--to Severus Snape.

Link: AO3

The Courtship of Harry Potter by Diana Williams

This was one of the first snarry fics I ever read, and I just adored it. It’s not super long, and is based on Greek traditions of an older man mentoring a boy in his late teens, which also includes time in the bedroom. I think my only complaint is the ending wasn’t entirely to my tastes, but it’s still a fun, enjoyable read.

Warnings: None

Summary: Another teacher's interest in Harry Potter forces a reluctant Snape to compete for the young man affections.

Link: AO3, WTP

Length: 37 134 words

Escaping the Paradox by Meri

This was a fun fic I had a look at on a whim, and it turned out to be a delightful read. It’s a nice twist on the usual time-travel fics, and though it’s not super long, it’s definitely worth it.

Warnings: Underage in some parts

Summary: After Harry is thrown back in time to 1971, he has several choices to make.

Link: AO3

Length: 35 411 words

Canis Lupus by DarkSyn

An interesting take on animagus!Harry. Severus is kinda OOC in this one, but not badly enough that it’s too much of a deterrent.

Warnings: None

Summary: Harry has been working on becoming an animagus to spend the full moons with Remus now that Sirius is gone. Unfortunately he becomes stuck in his animal form and no one knows what has become of the young wizard. Fortunately, one Severus Snape comes across Harry and decides to adopt the stray. Harry sees a completely new side of his most hated Potions Master.

Link: AO3

Length: 13 683

Ashes of Armageddon by Emily Waters

I joke a lot that I enjoy darkfic, but this one is on a WHOLE different level. A really interesting concept, VERY dark. Includes bottom!sev, which I rarely read, but this one was very well done, and believable. This one was heavy enough that at times I had to stop and go read fluff because of how intense it got. That said, TREAD WITH CAUTION BUT IT’S SO GOOD SO THERE’S THAT TOO

Warnings: Violence, Gore, Rape, Violent Sexual Assault

Summary: Severus Snape survives Nagini's bite, and wakes up from a 5-year-long coma, only to be condemned to death and handed over to vindictive, cruel and very powerful Harry Potter, intent on making him pay for his sins. Nobody believes Snape's story, except for three unlikely allies, who appear to be unaffected by the effects of darkness that surrounds the wizarding world once again.

Link: AFF

Length: Very long, AFF doesn’t have the wordcount >.<

Bonds of Affection by Emily Waters

Along with courtship and forced bonding fics, I have a great love of enslavement fics. This one is intense, but very well done with a nice twist at the end.

Warnings: Violence, dubcon, BDSM

Summary: Voldemort gives Severus Snape an assignment: make Harry Potter drink the enslavement potion....

Link: AFF

Length: Long, again, AFF doesn’t have wordcounts.

The Unexpected Side Effect of Draught No. 9 by lovetoseverus

This was a fic recc’d to me AGES ago, and it’s been in my bookmarks forever, but when I finally read it, I couldn’t put my phone down. Very very well done, gives slow burn a whole new meaning, and a very nice concept. I highly recommend this one, it is a nice long one that’s very much worth the read.

Warnings: None

Summary: After the Battle of Hogwarts is over, Harry Potter feels restless and dazed by life, and struggles to find his path amid a sea of guilt and other demons of war. Who is he now if not The Chosen One? Help comes in the form of an unexpected friend, and an even more unexpected potion.

Link: AO3

Length: 187 242 words

Snape: The Home Fries Nazi by pir8fancier

This fic has been recc’d to me like a hundred times, but I was always reluctant to read it because the title was so strange and it seemed so OOC to me I assumed that it would be some crackfic disaster.

What I got instead was the most endearing, original, IN CHARACTER fic that I’ve read in ages. I love Snarry, but the fic writers have a habit of softening Sev’s personality (myself included). With this story, the writer managed to keep Sev in character all the way through, while working with a very interesting plot that kept my attention from start to finish. Highly recommended.

Warnings: Violence

Summary: When Harry defeats Voldemort, all those marked by Voldemort lose their magic. Snape decamps to the United States, where he becomes a fry cook in a diner. Five years after Voldemort's defeat, Harry comes to him for advice.

Link: AO3

Length: 27 882

For now, I’ll stop here. I have a shitload of Snarry fics that I adore, and I will likely make another of these when I have time ^^

#hp slash #harry potter slash #snarry

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jasonbehrs · 3 years

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i wanna read every word

by airauralintensity (aka me, jasonbehrs!)

read it below or on ffnet, aff, wattpad

chapter 1: the beginning

A/N (5.31.2021): Back with another Super Junior fanfic! Rom-coms aren't really my thing, so this was such a challenge yet so fun to write. I was inspired by Ryeowook's One and Only music video, the fact that he hand-wrote letters to ELF every single month he was enlisted, the fact that he keeps every letter he’s ever been given even after antis used it as a means of sending him targeted hate. 🥺 He clearly cherishes handwritten things, and he just seems like the kind of person that would find meaning in people's handwriting. Thus this fic was born!

Rating for mild language and suggestive instances. Title comes from You Wrote the Book on Love by the Backstreet Boys. Cover art by me. If you recognise anything, that means I don't own it. This story will have two alternate endings. Updates on Sundays. Many thanks to Amy for being my beta!

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Henry cancels their lunch plans at the last minute, which is just fine by him. Ryeowook is in no position to turn down an impromptu opportunity to study, not with a quiz tomorrow for which he is woefully underprepared. He just grabs a to-go wrap from the dining hall and heads for his next class's building. If he recalled correctly, the room that held his noon lecture should be empty right now.

He's right. He happily climbs up to the rear right quadrant of the lecture hall, beelining for what he considers his seat. He is, after all, a devout practitioner of the same seats code of conduct.

He pushes aside the loosely crumpled up piece of paper right on the desk, probably left there by the previous student, and lets himself get lost in his notes from two Evolution of Diet lectures ago.

It isn't until someone takes their seat a few chairs down from him that Ryeowook realised just how much time passed by. He checks his watch then eyes the crumbled pieces of paper around his notebook, casualties from previous attempts to create a study guide. The professor is due to start the class at any minute, so he hurriedly stuffs the paper into his backpack for later recycling.

Unfortunately, Ryeowook does that a lot.

Later, he finds himself sat by his apartment's recycling bin, opening up the backlog of miscellaneous papers one by one to ensure there's nothing he needs from them before throwing them out. They're just the standard class handouts, old notes, whatever.

That is, until he unfolds a page to be greeted with words that are not his own in handwriting that is definitely not his.

I'm thinking of you more today I wonder how tomorrow morning will be Will I miss you more than I do today?

Um, what?!

Ryeowook frantically looks through the remaining pieces of paper in his bag, trying to find anything else like it, but he comes up with nothing.

His mind goes into overdrive, trying to think of a logical explanation for why such a romantic note is in his bookbag, but his traitorously hopeless mind keeps coming back to one conclusion: he has a secret admirer.

"What'cha got there?" his flatmate, Mi, asks when he comes out of his room to find Ryeowook intensely staring at a wrinkled piece of paper while sitting on his haunches by the recycling bin.

Ryeowook falls back on his butt in surprise. "N-Nothing!"

Mi, the pleasant-to-a-fault person he is, gives a winsome smile despite the obvious lie—"If you say so."—before continuing to the kitchen to make a snack.

Ryeowook hastily stuffs the note into his pocket and zips up his backpack. He'll resume this ritual next time his bag is stuffed to the brim. For now, he has other things to focus on. His study guide for tomorrow's quiz is still only half-finished, after all.

Unfortunately, the allure of a secret admirer only lasts for two more days.

When he shows up for his next noon lecture, he sees another crumpled up note by his seat, and he distantly remembers how he found one just like it the last time he had this class. In a valiant attempt to listen to his professor, he manages to ignore it for all of seven minutes before he couldn't fight his curiosity anymore.

It is with bittersweet disappointment that he recognises the handwriting before him.

Take your beautiful smile with you Don't leave it here You saw me with tears in my eyes

The words written on the page thoroughly crush the idea that the poem he memorised before was intended for him—what kind of secret admirer writes a break-up poem for the person they admire to find?—but he lets it go as quickly as the idea originally came to him.

Without the thrill of secrecy overpowering his judgement, Ryeowook has only fondness. Whoever this person is, their work is good, and they've got endearing handwriting to boot.

He feels a little bit shady when he slips the paper into his binder so that he can unite it with its distant cousin back home, but he firmly squashes that feeling down. Whoever left this behind won't be missing it.

When he does it again five days later, and again the next time after that, and keeps doing it every time he sees the tell-tale crumpled paper on his desk, he just accepts that he has suspicious tendencies and maybe a crush.

~If I ain't got you, my kiss is just needless extravagance.~

When Yesung finally arrives at the cafeteria, he's bickering with someone Ryeowook has never met. He watches curiously as the pair approaches where he is sitting. Yesung looks really annoyed, but the new person has a gummy smile painted wide across his face.

"Can you leave now? I'm meeting up with my friends for lunch." Yesung gestures impatiently towards Ryeowook, but the newcomer seats himself. "Cool, what are we having?"

"Who are you?" Ryeowook asks plainly and without formality, having no problem helping his hyung get rid of someone that's clearly bothering him.

The stranger merely offers a charming grin and a friendly hand in response. "Nice to meet you, my name is Hyukjae. Frankly, I'm a rap genius," he introduces with absolutely no shame.

Yesung facepalms.

Ryeowook laughs in his face, high and bright, thoroughly unimpressed with the newcomer's boldness. Hyukjae smoothly retracts his hand, but the grin doesn't waver.

Neither does his determination to stay.

"Who's the new guy," Kyuhyun asks without interest as he seats himself at the table with his food. Mi and Henry are not far behind.

"A nuisance," Yesung complains as he rubs his fingers into his temples.

"Oooohh! We have a new friend?" Mi asks excitedly.

"I'm guessing Yesung brought him?" Henry asks as he bites into his food.

"He followed me like a stray, and now he's at this table begging for scraps."

"Hey, I resent that analogy," Hyukjae speaks up for the first time since the whole friend group gathered. "I thought our friendship was a little more symbiotic than that. You're the whale, and I'm the little fish that's suctioned onto you for dear life."

"I gain nothing from this friendship," Yesung maintains.

"Did you know those fish don't hang on by their mouths but by a separate suction cup organ on their stomachs?" Henry says to the blank, weirded-out, or surprised faces of his friends. "Like, you think it would be their mouths, but no it's a whole other special thing."

"Oh, so that's what you're doing when you're too busy to text back?" Ryeowook snarks. "Watching marine biology documentaries?"

Henry shrugs. "It's just something I know."

"Speaking of, how do you guys know each other?" Mi directs the conversation back to Hyukjae and Yesung.

"He TA'ed for my Vocal Performance class last year—ah, I'm a dance major, but I'm gonna declare a performing arts minor," Hyukjae adds as an aside, "Anyway, he was the only one who held office hours when I was free, so we saw a lot of each other back then. We've been best friends ever since." Hyukjae ends with an arm slung around Yesung's shoulder and a cheesy grin.

"I thought I'm your best friend," Kyuhyun whines.

Yesung shrugs Hyukjae's arm off. "We crossed paths on my way here, then he just invited himself along after I told him I had plans. We're barely friends," he clarifies with a glare at Hyukjae. The other pouts exaggeratedly, and Yesung rolls his eyes before turning his glare onto Kyuhyun. "And if anyone at this table would be my best friend, it would be Wookie."

"If I had a best friend at this table, it would also be Wookie," Henry adds just to annoy Kyuhyun.

"I guess you're the person to know, huh?" Hyukjae directs to Ryeowook with a grin. "Good thing I'm already on his good side," he comments offhandedly as he takes a sip of his drink.

Ryeowook snorts. "Since when were you on my good side?"

"I made him laugh earlier before you guys all got here," Hyukjae explains to the rest of the table. Mi gives him an encouraging thumbs up.

"I was laughing at you."

"The ego perceives no difference," Hyukjae assures.

Ryeowook stares at him incredulously, but he can feel the amused smile that pulls at his lips without his command. Hyukjae shoots him finger guns in response, and Ryeowook just shakes his head and takes a bite of his food.

"So now that we've established a hierarchy, what are y'all's names?" Hyukjae asks brightly.

~Out of the plain people who will be forgotten in a matter of seconds, I know you're different.~

Between Mi's hospitality mode that he can't ever seem to shut off and Ryeowook's nutrition courses that totally upped his cooking game, their apartment is the de facto hangout spot for their friend circle.

Just because they're together doesn't mean they're doing the same thing, however, another de facto manifestation of their friendship. They're all eating the meal that Ryeowook prepared for dinner, but Yesung, Mi, and Henry are watching a movie (well, Henry's on his phone, but he's on the couch with them and sometimes glances up, which is basically the same thing) while Kyuhyun and Ryeowook are doing homework at the kitchen table.

At least, Kyuhyun is. "What are you even working on?" he asks after observing Ryeowook 'work' for the past few minutes.

Ryeowook hastily shuts his notebook shut. "Nothing!"

"It's probably not nothing," Henry remarks without looking up from his phone.

"It's probably related to why he was reading homework next to the recycling bin last week," Mi offers in a vastly misguided attempt to be helpful.

"What does that even mean," Yesung deadpans.

Ryeowook is too busy trying to fend off Kyuhyun's annoyingly persistent hands from getting access to his notebook to respond to the conversation at the other end of the apartment. "Why are you so long!" he wails.

Mi sighs and gets up from the couch, easily swiping the notebook from Ryeowook's grip but refusing to hand it to Kyuhyun.

"But Ryeowook-hyung is keeping secrets!" Kyuhyun complains.

"Ryeowook is allowed to keep secrets," Mi explains like an underpaid teacher.

"Not in this friend group, he isn't." Yesung paused the movie when Mi got up from the couch, and now he's figuratively and physically siding with Kyuhyun.

Finding the antics of his friends more interesting than whatever was on his phone, Henry gets up to join them. "Might as well tell us now," he says to Ryeowook while leaning an elbow on the older's shoulder which Ryeowook promptly shrugs off.

He looks around to his friends looking at him with various levels of interest and expectation, and he sighs in defeat. "Have you ever fallen in love with someone you've never met?"

"Uh, do you mean like we've-been-doing-long-distance-slash-online-dating or like I've-been-crushing-on-the-cute-barista-at-the-library-cafe?" Henry clarifies.

"Ummm, more like I've-read-their-poems-and-sure-they're-very-talented-but-their-handwriting-alone-makes-me-smile."

"... That's oddly specific," Kyuhyun breaks the silence.

Ryeowook flounders for a second, debating with himself if he's ready to go this far, then decides screw it and hurries into his room and back out to his friends with a book. "See for yourself," he says as he lays the book on the table.

"They just kept appearing, so I kept reading them, then I started saving them, and now I'm, sorta, crushing on whoever this person is," he narrates as the others flip through what turns out to be a scrapbook—a literal scrapbook for the scraps of paper he finds, with dates and a little passage next to each paper entry of his first impressions of the work.

"The words themselves can be so romantic or witty or silly, but there's just something about the handwriting," he effuses. "I look at the way the words slant and how the letters bleed into each other, and… I don't know. It makes me feel like I know this person, whoever they are."

"I don't know which is more pathetic: the fact that you managed to fall in love with handwriting or the fact that you're interpreting actual Korean out of this chicken scratch."

Mi ignores Henry's comment. "And this notebook is…?" He holds up the book he had pilfered from Ryeowook. The latter looks up, to the side, to the TV, anywhere to avoid looking at his friends when he confesses, "My attempts at answering them back through poetry."

Yesung snorts. "What do you know about poetry?"

"Nothing," Ryeowook pouts as he stomps, "which is why I would like my notebook back, please, before meaner eyes than yours look through it." He directs the last half of his thought to Mi, who nods understandingly and returns the book to him. Ryeowook clutches the book to his chest protectively.

"What if the writer turned out to be a guy?" Henry asks when he looks up from perusing the scrapbook. Ryeowook shrugs his shoulders sheepishly. "That wouldn't necessarily be a problem." Henry raises his eyebrows in interest. "Noted."

"What if the writer turned out to have a significant other already?" Mi points out. Ryeowook twists his mouth in a moue as he thinks. "That would suck," he says at last, "but I could at the very least tell him his work is good. If the scraps are his throwaways like I suspect they are, then what would the stuff he was actually proud of look like, you know? And if we meet, maybe we might even become friends."

"So what I'm hearing is that you're hoping it's a guy," Kyuhyun observes as he reaches for the communal bowl of shrimp congee that Ryeowook cooked for dinner, having lost interest in the whole ordeal once Ryeowook willingly offered them information.

In retaliation, Ryeowook stomps over and swipes it away before carefully pouring the last of it in Henry's bowl, steadfastly ignoring Kyuhyun's protests and the blush on his own cheeks.

~You'll be able to befriend scary things after all. I'll show off how I can blow away the loneliness.~

Ryeowook's literally minding his own business in the student union when Yesung and Hyukjae stroll up to his table. "Stored any more love notes, Wookie?" Yesung asks apropos of nothing when he sits himself down.

"Hit a B5 yet, Yesung?" Ryeowook fires back. Yesung moves to hit him, but Ryeowook's too fast and Yesung loves him too much.

"What's this about love notes?"

Ryeowook glares at Yesung, who snickers and leaves him to fend for himself. "They're not love notes," he eventually explains to Hyukjae. "They're poems, mostly about love and most likely aimed at a different person."

"And then he projects and makes believe the person is him," Yesung pipes up.

"Why did you wake up today and decide that it's my turn to get bullied?"

Hyukjae lays a hand on Ryeowook's shoulder and sends him a conspiratorial wink when the other looks his way. "Nothing wrong with being a romantic. What's the point of art if you don't draw from it what you can?"

Ryeowook considers him. "I like that. I'm stealing that."

"For what, your 'poetry'?" Yesung snorts, but the others ignore him. For his part, Hyukjae just frowns and sighs. "I'm glad someone at this school thinks I'm creative. My prof completely slammed my latest free prose assignment."

Ryeowook exaggeratedly pouts. "Poor baby."

Hyukjae looks at him, betrayed. "I thought, out of everyone at this table, you'd be the one to show me some sympathy."

"Blame Yesung. He put me in a bad mood, and misery loves company."

~Those disgusted eyes at this scale are not enough to enrage me. As long as there is silence, you will fight amongst yourselves.~

To the surprise of no one, Kyuhyun is the one to figure out a plan first.

"If Ryeowook's class is at noon, and there's no class immediately before his, it's gotta be the 8am class, right? So to find Poem Person, we just have to figure out what class meets in…" He looks to Ryeowook. "Bomnal 235," Ryeowook supplies. "Bomnal 235 on Mondays and Thursdays at 8am, and then—"

"Songwriting?" a new voice says.

"Don't you have other friends?!" complains Yesung as Hyukjae settles into their booth at the pizza parlour.

"He doesn't mean it. We like having you around," Mi assures Hyukjae as he passes him a menu.

"Speak for yourself," Yesung grumbles.

"Can we get back on track here?" Ryeowook cuts above the chatter. "Kyuhyun was about to solve the greatest mystery of my young adult life!"

"And what does the junior songwriting class have to do with that?" Hyukjae interjects.

"What do you mean?" Henry asks.

"Uh, you guys were talking about Bomnal 235 on Mondays and Thursdays at 8am? That's the junior songwriting class."

Ryeowook sits up straighter in his seat. Those aren't poems he's been finding. They're song lyrics.

"Okay so step 1 is down, what's step 2?" Henry asks Kyuhyun.

"Step 2 for what?"

"To stop Ryeowook from pining pathetically after someone he doesn't know," Yesung says.

"I know plenty about him!" Ryeowook defends.

"The gender is actually not confirmed," Mi offers to Hyukjae as an aside.

"And notice how Ryeowook doesn't dispute the 'pathetically pining' part," Kyuhyun adds on.

"Oh my god, stop talking," Ryeowook cuts in. "Let me explain," he offers to Hyukjae.

"Please."

"It's not even that big of a deal. I just have a bit of a crush on someone in the class."

"Because of the love notes," Hyukjae recalls from the conversation several days ago.

"They're poems!" Ryeowook defends on instinct. He stops and reconsiders. "Well, based on what you said, they're probably song lyrics, but yes."

Hyukjae nods. "So Step 2 was going to be…" He looks to Kyuhyun.

"Well, we'd probably have to procure a roster somehow, then we'd spend the rest of the semester staging elaborate situations to get Ryeowook to interact with these people, and hopefully Ryeowook would hate all of them enough to give up on this useless pining and give us back our hang-out times to talk about real things like my gaming tournament at the end of the month."

Henry howls with laughter, and Ryeowook gawks. "That was your plan?!" Kyuhyun puts his arms out in a what-do-you-want-from-me gesture.

"I think I have a better one," Hyukjae pipes up.

"You have a plan?" Yesung asks, a strong note of skepticism in his voice.

Hyukjae slowly meets the eyes of everyone at the table, letting the tension build just a little bit, then drops the bomb. "I'm in that class. I probably know whoever leaves you the notes."

He loves the quick and scattered intakes of breath, but the slowly growing hope on Ryeowook's face is what makes him smile. He makes a come-on gesture with his hands. "Tell me what you know."

The others groan or roll their eyes, having heard some or all of the upcoming discussion over the past few weeks. Even Mi has to politely direct his attention to his phone to avoid letting his tiredness show on his face.

Ryeowook ignores them all. "He's very detail-oriented, but he's usually focused on the next thing to work on or whatever's lingering in the future. He's so friendly—he feels all of his emotions intensely, really—and he's ruled by that more than he probably wants to be. He can be impulsive at times, but his heart is always in the right place." He ends with his chin in his palm and a sigh.

Hyukjae allows himself a moment to fully take in Ryeowook's passionate yet ultimately meaningless description. "Um, that's great, but… don't you know his name? Or appearance? Something a little more tangible for me to work with."

"The gender is still unconfirmed," Mi reminds him.

"I would recognise—" Ryewook cuts his eyes at Mi, who shrugs, "their handwriting anywhere, but something tells me that'll be as unhelpful as anything else I've said tonight."

"'I know plenty about him,'" Yesung mocks as he plays with his pizza.

Hyukjae whistles low and shakes his head. "That makes my job a little harder," he admits.

"You don't have a job," Ryeowook hurries to assure. "You don't have to help me."

"Aish, let him help you," Kyuhyun gripes. "The sooner you meet this guy, the faster you can get over him."

"The gender—" "If you say, 'The gender is unconfirmed' one more time, I'm gonna make your gender unconfirmed."

Mi blinks then just smiles at Henry, who throws himself back into his chair in exasperation.

Hyukjae slowly turns his attention away from the pair and back to Ryeowook. "I'll find a way to help, no problem," he confirms with a smile.

It's not the brightest Ryeowook has seen from the other, but it's genuine and directed at him. For now, he returns the smile with a slight blush on his cheeks and immediately prompts Kyuhyun to talk about his impending tournament.

Later, when he'll think of Hyukjae, the sight of him framed by the unflattering pizzeria decor and selflessly agreeing to a favour will be the image his brain supplies for reference.

~Sometimes what cannot be seen gives birth to unspoken understanding.~

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