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prod-svt · 7 months

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when seventeen said

"i blamed myself for even the smallest love because i was overflowing with countless emotions" and when seventeen said "if dewdrops were to gather between us i think about how a bright morning will not come find us" and when seventeen said "accompanied with the boring feeling in between the familiarity, gradually, we dont try to deny the end of this long tunnel we are walking on" and when seventeen said "your time and my time, on the day they meet, i'll hug you" and when seventeen said "when my half is gone, how can i live as one" and when seventeen said "the me who was trying to find other pretty words other than thanks couldn't tell thanks" and when seventeen said "if a hole grows in your heart, you can cover it with two hands, even if it's empty hands, hold it out and i'll fill them" and when seventeen said "i hurt you with words that weren't what i meant, even as i need you everyday i push you away, knowing im going to regret it" and when seventeen said "nobody reaches their hands out towards the fluttering falling petals" and when seventeen said "what has tormented me that much? was i not the one who tormented myself? now that i think about it, it was nothing much" and when seventeen said "me, who is like a young kid, is right here but where have i hid?" and "let's love even our hidden sadness, it's okay, this world is precious, so precious just as we are right now" and when seventeen said "me, who has become pathetic, is a fool who's only receiving, at some point i started hating myself, i'm even more apologetic towards you" and when seventeen said "the four seasons won't stop and i'll become immersed in my tears if you leave me" and when seventeen said "in a world where we've become used to being numb, i want to find myself now"

i wish // i wish // fast pace // run to you // dont wanna cry // thanks // home // lie again // fallin' flower // fearless // kidult // all my love // IF you leave me // f*ck my life

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lattesarchive · 1 year

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SEVENTEEN (세븐틴)- DON QUIXOTE [English Lyrics]

Midnight oil burning it all down So come and call me DON QUIXOTE

[Chorus] I just wanna feel the vibes Burning oil ‘till the sunrise Don’t care if I lose my mind Feeling like DON QUIXOTE

The people pointing fingers no they ain't real It ain't real Just hold it steady It's real It's real It's okay to lose your mind Midnight oil burning it all down So come and call me DON QUIXOTE

[Verse 1] Plenty people telling me that I’ve gone mad yeh Acting like the windmill gossip ain’t that bad Yeh Nothing wrong with that, you can keep doing that But I'm gonna live my life, no matter what Yeh

[Verse 2] Burning in my soul is Ice and motivation Left behind my name tag Now you can call me out of control

Now push for (What I want) Go for (What I want) Do what (What I want)

[Chorus] I just wanna feel the vibes Burning oil ‘till the sunrise Don’t care if I lose my mind Feeling like DON QUIXOTE

The people pointing fingers no they ain't real It ain't real Just hold it steady It's real It's real It's okay to lose your mind Midnight oil burning it all down So come and call me DON QUIXOTE

[Verse 3] Say my name DON QUIXOTE Got nothing to fear Pay my day, nothing less than all in, got it clear? I know who I am, don’t tell me where I stand Rise above my fear I get up riding to my no man’s land ( Rise up)

[Verse 4] My hands up, I keep ’em high My only fear? Myself and I Putting my all, out on the line So Imma light it up, light it up

[Chorus] x2 I just wanna feel the vibes Burning oil ‘till the sunrise Don’t care if I lose my mind Feeling like DON QUIXOTE

The people pointing fingers no they ain't real It ain't real Just hold it steady It's real It's real It's okay to lose your mind Midnight oil burning it all down So come and call me DON QUIXOTE

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CREDITS

Original: SEVENTEEN - DON QUIXOTE • YT: https://www.youtube.com/@pledis17 • TWT: https://twitter.com/pledis_17 • IG: https://www.instagram.com/saythename_17/

Translation reference: ColorCodedLyrics • https://colorcodedlyrics.com/2022/05/27/seventeen-don-quixote/

Adapted lyrics: Latte (hi!) • YT: https://www.youtube.com/@LatteNolastname

#seventeen #svt #kpop #lyrics #translation #bg #scoups #jeonghan #svt joshua #wen junhui #svt jun #minghao #the8 #woozi #dk #seokmin #mingyu #hoshi #wonwoo #seungkwan #vernon #svt dino

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raingalaxy · 1 year

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My I ? You mean one of the best things in kpop? I don't think i will ever get over that damn choreography.

#seventeen #minghao #the8 #jun #my i #music #song #lyrics #choreography #performance #AL1

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blisshuas · 2 years

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i love svt's china line, they sing anything but still make it sound so lovely.

junhui in pang: i'm a balloon~

minghao in 'bout you: i'm green frog, babe~

#i know these lyrics have possible meanings but this is just so funny 😭#xu minghao #wen junhui #jun svt #the8 #seventeen #face the sun #attaca

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diaryofnookie · 2 years

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Like a deja vu of heaven

SEVENTEEN

#seventeen #KPOP #scoups #jeonghan #woozi #the8 #dino #hoshi #mingyu #vernon #wonwoo #seungkwan #jun #svt dk #lyrics #carats

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prod-svt · 2 months

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face the sun fifth track domino, my beloved show don't tell song, i love you so much

the usage of a domino show the feeling of helplessly and breathlessly falling in love with someone as they have the upper hand but still enjoying the fall because it's already unstoppable and predictable and your feelings are clearly visible anyway so might as well hug and welcome the fall is so sickly intelligent of the lyricists istg

"it's a bit dangerous standing next to you / this natural tension that i like" - the feeling of dangerousness as you put dominoes side by side being likened to standing beside the one you like but still continuing to put them side by side bc the result is intriguing.

"i'm trying to hold on / the one who makes me in a defenseless state" - dominoes standing side by side are all in a defenseless state

"touch me with a tap / and with hoo, i let out my breath / i fall over in an instant / like domino / falling over in order / this feeling no body knows / i fall over in one hit / like domino" - one tap and one exhale is all it takes for the dominoes to fall down, easily, just like falling in love. it only takes one little thing and you're already falling.

"you put me down and pick me up, this feeling in loop / things change with just one tip of your finger / ... stopping now is more difficult for me"

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doodletae · 1 year

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Take me with you to go find her My one and only How many footsteps Must be under my feet from today ... To block the waves for her How tall a tower must I become

-"海城 (hai cheng)" by the8

when xu minghao said that these lyrics are supposed to create a space that conveys a certain longing, dreamy feeling, he was so real for that. even just musically speaking, this song is so calm and sentimental, but these lyrics especially make me soft, they're romantic in the purest sense of the word.

including these lyrics as well because they're just so poetically pretty:

The sea holds up the sinking sunset The city draped in night colors glows in the inky darkness

#and the mv is so aesthetically pleasing too #i love this song #seventeen #xu minghao #the8 #kpop #kpop lyrics #kpop songs #lyric analysis

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horangboosadan · 6 months

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MOONWALKER | XU MINGHAO

pairing: xu minghao (the8) x gender neutral!reader

synopsis: it's unlucky that whenever your boyfriend decides to post pictures from his photoshoots that have you go crazy, he's always out of town

genre: one shot smau, established relationship, fluff

main masterlist

boo talks

i was scrolling through ig last week and saw haos photoshoot pictures and i died a little bit and could not help myself from imaginiarly letting him know that he's killing me. hope you enjoyed this (also did anyone else know how nice moonwalkers lyrics are? like theyre so cute??) ((also i wrote this when theyd left for paris but before they did anything, if not i would've included smth about it bc i am not over it at all))

fill out this form if you want to be added to any of my taglists

#caratlibrary #caratsland #svt smau #minghao smau #seventeen x reader #minghao x reader #seventeen #svt #the8 x reader #xu minghao #minghao #the8 #the8 smau

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lattesarchive · 1 year

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SEVENTEEN (세븐틴) - SUPER (손오공)

I love my team, it’s thanks to you We are Feeling like we became SONOGONG

[Verse 1] Climbing ceaselessly until I see I supersede My pride leading me to victory, I always win Being iron willed is what you need The future ain’t leaving me, until it is what I want it to be

[Refrain] DARUMDARINDA Hop on my cloud to where we wanna go (Hey) DARUMDARINDA Stand with our back straight, never bending no (Hey) DARUMDARINDA Move to the next world, keep moving, go Catch this rhythm and flow

[Pre-Chorus] Say, say, say, say Show my true colour like this Go beyond time and space, don’t care about your laws I play (I play) If I give my all and I still fall I will riot ‘till the final call

[Chorus] Feeling like I became SONOGONG Feeling like I became SONOGONG No rest, we're wicked, every day, Make it Make it Don't break it till we make it, Feeling like I became SONOGONG I love my team, I love my crew You can see we have come this far

I love my team, I love my crew I'll keep pushing to raise the bar I love my team, I love my crew You can see we outshine the stars I love my team, it's thanks to you we are Feeling like we became SONOGONG

[Verse 2] So listen up we are on our way We change up what the heavens say Won't stop the race to the top each day My missteps are a beat like 쿵 (Brr)

WOO WOO, pull up my cloud nine WOO WOO, I make this world mine

[Refrain] DARUMDARINDA Rise to the heavens like the power pole (Hey) DARUMDARINDA Keep up the rhythm, always come and go (Hey) DARUMDARINDA Move for the world’s sake, keeping moving, go Catch this music and flow

[Bridge] Sometimes the truth is gonna hurt ya (What's that?) Lies can be sweeter than yakgwa (What's that?) Kindness can be its own kind of cruel (What's that?) Bring the bad it is my fuel

[Outro] PING lighting up the sky ENER-ENЕRGY, raise your voice, 'till they can't deny ENER-ENERGY, got one shot, so let's aim it high C'mon everyone, raise your voice, aim it to the sky This manga is done, like this song, this is our goodbye

CREDITS

Original: • M/V: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-GQg25oP0S4 • YT: https://www.youtube.com/@pledis17 • TWT: https://twitter.com/pledis_17 • IG: https://www.instagram.com/saythename_17/

Translation reference: • M/V closed caption • Google translate • Naver Papago

Adapted lyrics: Latte (hi!) • YT: https://www.youtube.com/@LatteNolastname

#kpop #seventeen #bg #translation #lyrics #scoups #svt jeonghan #svt joshua #svt seungkwan #svt woozi #svt dk #svt scoups #svt wonwoo #svt mingyu #svt vernon #svt hoshi #svt the8 #svt jun #svt dino

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madewithangst · 17 days

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SEVENTEEN as TTPD1 songs

Welcome to the TTPD x SVT series! — Below is the table of contents along with the list of members who I believe fit best with the TTPD songs. The way I chose the songs for them doesn't describe the members but focuses solely on who fits best in the story. I hope you enjoy this angst-filled world featuring 13 dorks!

I don't have a set order for which member comes first. Updates might be irregular due to the author's real-life commitments (sadly) lol. If you want to stay in the loop, please reblog this post and tag me!

scoups

fresh out the slammer - "i know who my first call will be to..."

jeonghan

fortnight - "And for a fortnight there, we were forever"

joshua

florida!!! - "I need to forget, so take me to Florida, I've got some regrets, I'll bury them in Florida"

junhui

but daddy i love him - "I know he's crazy, but he's the one I want"

hoshi

down bad - "I'll build you a fort on some planet, where they can all understand it, how dare you think it's romantic, leaving me safe and stranded"

wonwoo

my boy only breaks his favorite toy - "I'm queen of sand castles he destroys"

woozi

i can fix him (no, really, i can) - "But your good Lord didn't need to lift a finger, I can fix him, no, really, I can (No, really, I can), Woah, maybe I can't"

the8

so long, london - "And you say I abandoned the ship, but I was going down with it, my white knuckle dying grip holding tight to your quiet resentment"

mingyu

the smallest man who ever lived - "You hung me on your wall, stabbed me with your push pins, In public, showed me off, then sank in stoned oblivion, 'cause once your queen had come, you'd treat her likе an also-ran"

loml - "Still alive, killing time at the cemetery, never quite buried"

seungkwan

i can do it with a broken heart - "you know you're good when you can even do it with a broken heart"

vernon

the torture poets department -"At dinner you take my ring off my middle finger and put it on the one people put wedding rings on"

dino - [x]

guilty as sin? - "They don't know how you've haunted me so stunningly, I choose you and me...religiously"

PSA: This is a work of pure fiction. Any names, events, times, or places mentioned are purely for entertainment and are entirely fictional (well, except for the names of the members).

© All copyrights for the title, lyrics, and concept of this work belong to Taylor Swift. The plot and dialogue of the story are entirely original and created by me, unless explicitly stated otherwise. Unauthorized use, reproduction, or distribution of this work may result in legal action.

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bbobpul · 6 months

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maybe it's a good thing — x. minghao

NOTE. this is not an email! i will put the series on hold since i don't want it to be rushed and end terribly. i want to give each member justice and make their characters well-written so take this minghao oneshot as a little compensation. not proofread.

PAIRING. artist!the8 x singer!reader

GENRE. hurt/comfort, angst (as usual)

SYNOPSIS. a struggling singer and a talented artist, xu minghao, cross paths every evening at a lively local bar

W/C. 5k

WARNINGS. language alluding to death

messy masterlist/navigation

you stand backstage watching the audience as the shattered glasses, muffled talk, and distant hum of conversation all come together to create a cacophonous melody. as you watch, crowds of people gather in front of the dimly lit stage, the spotlight shining a tantalizing glow on the artists who have graced it with their presence throughout the course of the night.

a close friend had approached you a few nights before asking for help. they scheduled a friday night concert at your town's beloved local bar, and they needed a last-minute performer. not only did the owner of the pub offer you a huge payout, but you also pledged to help out a friend in need.

your heart was racing with a mix of excitement and dread as you found yourself pacing back and forth behind the heavy drapes as the hours went by. being in front of a large audience is thrilling yet nerve-wracking at the same time because you've always felt more at ease in smaller and more intimate settings.

there is an electrifying feeling in the pub, even though you are trying to hide from the audience's probing eyes. vibrations of laughter and cheers fill the room, interspersed with the inevitable accident when bottles of beer shatter on the polished wooden floor. its peculiar scent blend—which perfectly captures the ambiance of this local hangout—combines the rich scent of pub food with the lingering smell of booze.

the faint echoes of the preceding act's music can be heard backstage; each chord has a unique magnitude that has fired up everyone in attendance. there's an indescribable feeling of adrenaline in the air, and as you take a deep breath and get ready to step onto the stage for the night's final act, you know that this will be an unforgettable event no matter how it turns out.

you were placed back in reality when the event organizer tapped your shoulder and whispered, “you’re up next.”

you nodded your head as a response and gripped the strap of your guitar before taking a deep breath. affirmations ran through your head as you walked to the middle of the stage. you sat on the stool, placed your guitar comfortably on your lap, and began to play the first few strokes of the strings that caused the audience to scream and cheer for you.

it was overwhelming for you, to say the least. it’s your first time performing infront of a huge crowd. normally, it would just be you playing at a relative's birthday or some stranger’s funeral but never at a place like this. it was electrifying.

your eyes were trying their hardest to find a familiar face in the room, watching and listening to you as you sung the lyrics of the song you had chosen to perform, but you failed yourself when you realized they were all strangers. it wasn't an issue for you. rather, your gaze fell on this one person, and you began observing him without realizing it. he's not paying attention very closely. unlike other people in the audience, he didn't seem as drawn to the performance on stage; instead, it seemed as like he was living in his own bubble with your voice playing in the background. he was, instead, doodling something on a piece of brown tissue paper.

he held your interest. except for him, everyone else was staring at you. he was enjoying his own time as if he was the only one in the room. of course, you don't think that everyone would be watching you, but there was something about him that made you look at him after each verse and bridge you sang that evening.

you thanked them and said you wanted to see them again another evening as you concluded the three songs you had prepared. when you turned to face his table again, you noticed that the man had already left and that it was vacant and spotless. not a glimpse of the tissue paper he had been sketching on before. as soon as you got off the stool and went back behind the stage, people began to make their way towards the exit as well.

"you did so well!" your friend, seokmin, said, beaming with admiration, as you slung your guitar bag over your shoulder. you glared at him and playfully smacked his arm.

"i was looking for you earlier!" you replied, knitting your eyebrows and pouting when he laughed at your mock anger.

"i was watching you backstage!" he defended himself, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"you know, i was fuming earlier since you were the one who invited me here, and yet you weren't even in the audience," you said, a touch of mock annoyance in your voice.

"okay, don't be mad now. you'll get wrinkles. calm your brows," seokmin teased, his laughter filling the air as you both shared a lighthearted moment after your performance.

"oh, by the way! the owner said he'll send the money directly to your account. he also mentioned giving you a bonus if you come here again next friday. what do you say?" seokmin asked, a hopeful glimmer in his eyes as he looked at you, eagerly awaiting your response.

"sure, why not? i'm free next friday," you replied with a smile, feeling a sense of excitement at the prospect of performing again.

"that's good to hear!" seokmin said, his enthusiasm matching yours.

"you better be in the audience next friday. i was dead nervous earlier," you teased seokmin, trying to hide the lingering nerves from your voice with a playful tone.

"yeah, yeah! you should head home now, hun. there won't be any cabs around past 2 am. i still need to close up the bar, so you should head home first," seokmin urged, showing concern for your safety and well-being after a successful but late-night performance.

you bid your goodbyes to seokmin and stepped outside the bar, the cool night air offering a refreshing contrast to the vibrant energy you had just left behind.

as you stood at the side of the road, it felt as if you could still hear the echoes of the cheers and applause from your earlier performance. your heart continued to race, and the thrill of the moment lingered in the cool night air. you inhaled deeply, the cold breeze providing a soothing contrast to the excitement that still pulsed within you, as you waited for a taxi to pass by and take you home.

the pub was situated in a quiet, almost desolate alley, likely to minimize disturbances to the other residents in the area. unfortunately, this meant that very few vehicles frequented the road, especially at the late hour of 2:30 am. as you stood there, you realized that hailing a taxi might take longer than you had initially thought, adding an extra layer of challenge to your journey home.

you let out a sigh and began to reflect, realizing that this night wasn't as flawless as you had initially imagined it to be. however, there was no pressing need to hurry back home, for your house was a solitary sanctuary. there was no one waiting for you there, as you lived alone, except for the friendly stray cat that you often found nestled beside your bedroom window.

you were startled out of your thoughts as a strong, blinding light suddenly illuminated the alley. blinking away the temporary blindness, you turned to see a sleek, black hellcat redeye not too far from where you stood. the car began to roll slowly in your direction, and the driver honked the horn when it came to a stop in front of you. crouching slightly to look through the window, you were taken aback to see the same guy you had noticed sketching earlier in the evening. the unexpected encounter added another surreal layer to an already eventful night.

"need a ride?" he asked, his words careful and gentle, as if he were making an effort not to come across as too forward or strange. his concern was evident in his tone.

"yeah," you replied, your voice slightly shaky from the chill of the night. "obviously," you added under your breath, feeling the cold seep into your bones, grateful for the unexpected but timely offer of a ride.

“get in, —.” he said, using your stage name to address you with a gentle smile, a touch of familiarity in his demeanor.

"thank you," you said, the gratitude evident in your voice as you fastened your seatbelt.

he hummed in response, starting the car and preparing to drive.

"where to?" he asked, his eyes briefly meeting yours in the rearview mirror.

"oh, 17 apartment complex. it's pretty far from here. i'm sorry," you explained, feeling a twinge of guilt for the inconvenience.

"no, it's totally okay with me. i don't live very far from your building anyways," he reassured you, his tone warm and accommodating. you settled back in your seat, grateful for his understanding and the unexpected company on your way home.

the first few minutes of the ride were filled with a certain awkwardness. he kept himself occupied by humming along to the tune playing on the local radio, his eyes occasionally darting to the road ahead.

“what’s your name?” he asked, breaking the awkward silence.

“i’m —, you?”

“minghao. how old are you, —?”

“i’m 25.”

"oh, i'm a year older than you then," he replied with a friendly smile, a subtle connection forming as you exchanged this small piece of personal information.

the exchange of personal information had a surprising effect, gradually melting the initial awkwardness in the car. minghao's sense of humor emerged, and he started cracking jokes throughout the long drive home. you found yourself enjoying the banter, though you had to remind him to keep his eyes on the road a few times. the conversation flowed so naturally that it almost felt like you had known each other for ages.

curiosity about why he hadn't seemed attentive during your performance earlier crossed your mind, but in the warmth of the moment, with him right beside you on the drive home, the question seemed less pressing. you were content to let the night unfold at its own pace, and you appreciated the newfound camaraderie that had unexpectedly come into your life.

"thanks again!" you said with a warm smile on your face as you stepped out of minghao's car.

"see you again some other time. go inside now. it's cold," he advised, a caring tone in his voice. you nodded in agreement, appreciating his thoughtfulness.

you entered the building and turned back to look once the automatic glass door of the building closed shut. minghao's car was just starting to pull away, disappearing into the night, leaving you with a sense of gratitude for the serendipitous encounter and a newfound friendship that had brightened your evening in the most unexpected way.

your friday evenings fell into a comfortable rhythm, with your performances at the local pub becoming a regular highlight of the week. minghao continued to be a dedicated audience member, offering you a ride home after each show. eventually, your interactions extended beyond the confines of the friday routine, as you both decided to spend time together on days when your schedules allowed. the bond between you grew stronger, fueled by shared laughter, genuine conversations, and a growing sense of companionship that transcended the confines of the local bar and the friday night performances.

over time, you discovered that minghao was not just an art enthusiast but an accomplished artist in his own right. his talents and dedication to his craft impressed you, and it came as a delightful surprise when he confided that he had an upcoming opportunity to showcase his artwork in a renowned gallery in paris next week.

tonight is just another amazing evening for you, and that sentence carries an entirely different meaning now. a few nights ago, you had entered this local pub with a mix of nervousness and the overwhelming sensation of performing in front of a large crowd, all motivated by the prospect of earning some extra money. however, as the weeks turned into months, you found that you had come to love your evenings at the pub.

the owner, recognizing the growing popularity of the pub's live music, had extended the concert nights to include mondays, wednesdays, and fridays. it was no longer just your fridays, but the entire week had become a delightful series of performances and moments of connection with an audience that had grown to appreciate and support your music.

you had grown to relish the thrill of performing in front of an audience, and the peace and fun that followed each of your shows had become something you eagerly anticipated. what once felt like a daunting task had evolved into a cherished part of your life, a testament to the transformative power of shared experiences and the connections formed on those memorable friday nights.

"hey," seokmin's sudden whisper caught you off guard, interrupting your thoughts as you waited for your turn to perform on stage.

you turned to look at him, raising an eyebrow. "hey! what's wrong with you?" you asked, unable to contain a playful smirk as you lightly smacked his arm.

"i see you have your own personal driver now, huh?" he teased, earning a playful glare from you in return.

"i don't meddle in your romance with the owner of this pub, so mind your own business," you retorted, a hint of sass in your voice, which only made him laugh even more. the lighthearted banter with your friend helped ease the last-minute nerves as you prepared to take the stage once again.

"so... who is he?" seokmin persisted with his curiosity.

"he's just a friend of mine," you replied, a hint of defensiveness in your tone.

seokmin didn't back down. "i'm asking for his name, not who he is to you," he clarified, clearly interested in the details.

“name is minghao, he’s an artist.”

“minghao? he’s here right now?”

“about that, i don’t know if he could come today since he has a flight tomorrow. he needs his rest, you know?”

“flight to where?”

“paris, he has an event to attend.”

“big time. anyway, you need to get going. the previous act just left the stage.”

with seokmin's reminder, you took a deep breath and made your way to the center of the stage, ready to captivate the audience with your performance. as the spotlight shone upon you, you began to sing, the music filling the air, and the crowd's attention shifting to you, for another memorable evening at the local pub.

throughout your performance, you couldn't help but steal glances at the entrance of the pub, hoping to catch a glimpse of minghao walking in. however, as your performance concluded, he was still nowhere to be seen.

you had already prepared yourself for the likelihood of his absence, but a part of your heart couldn't help but feel a tinge of disappointment. minghao had become a regular part of your friday routine, and his absence meant that you would be heading home alone, missing the comfort of his presence and the familiar company during the drive back.

you concluded your wednesday performance and bid your goodbye to the audience to your friend, seokmin.

as you stood at the side of the road, waiting for a cab that seemed highly unlikely to pass by, a sense of resignation began to settle in. the cold night air seemed to penetrate deeper as you waited patiently, hoping for some stroke of luck to bring a taxi your way.

just when it felt like your patience might wear thin, you couldn't believe your eyes when you saw the unmistakable sight of minghao's black hellcat redeye approaching. the vehicle came to a smooth stop in front of you, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of relief and gratitude wash over you.

"i couldn't leave without driving you back home," minghao said with a reassuring smile as you approached the car window. the warmth in his words and the kindness in his eyes instantly put you at ease, and you eagerly hopped into the car, comforted by the knowledge that you wouldn't be braving the chilly night alone. the sense of disappointment that had weighed on you earlier began to dissipate, and you embarked on the drive back home with a grateful heart, appreciating the unexpected friendship that had brightened your life in countless ways.

the night air was crisp, and the streets were nearly deserted as you both continued your journey through the quiet city. minghao's dedication to ensuring you got home safely, despite the early hours and his impending flight, touched you deeply.

"you really shouldn't have. you have a flight to catch, and it's 3 am," you insisted once more, your concern growing for his well-being.

minghao, however, brushed off your worries. "are you kidding me? this is the least i could do for you. i won't be seeing you for a week," he responded with unwavering determination, his eyes briefly leaving the road to meet yours.

"you need to rest, hao," you continued, not wanting him to exhaust himself before his important journey.

"this is rest," he reassured you, turning to look at you once more, his eyes filled with warmth and understanding. the way he looked at you made your heart skip a beat, and you couldn't help but smile in return.

"eyes on the road," you playfully reminded him, ensuring he stayed focused on the task at hand. the bond you had formed over the past weeks was a source of great comfort to both of you, and the journey back home in the early hours of the morning, despite the upcoming separation, felt like a cherished moment of connection.

the dark, quiet streets rolled by as minghao drove you home, and the solitude of the night created a sense of intimacy between you two. his commitment to driving you back, even when he had an early flight to catch, was a testament to the depth of your friendship.

"don't you worry. after i drive you home, i will head straight to the airport and i will sleep there," minghao reiterated, his voice calm and reassuring.

you couldn't help but offer, "are you sure you don't want to have coffee at my house before you head to the airport?" concern for his well-being tugged at your heart, knowing that he was sacrificing his rest to ensure you got home safely.

minghao's smile was both gentle and resolute as he declined your offer. "no need," he replied, "you should sleep as soon as you get home. i'll be fine." his caring demeanor and genuine concern for your comfort and well-being resonated deeply with you, and you nodded in understanding.

"you are home," minghao said gently, drawing you out of your reverie as you continued to stare at him.

"huh?" you responded, momentarily confused.

"we are here," he clarified, gesturing toward your building.

"oh," you murmured, realizing your distraction, and looked to your right to see your familiar apartment building. "well, thank you for the ride, hao. and good luck in paris."

"thank you. good night," minghao replied with a warm smile before you closed the car door behind you.

just like any other evening, minghao didn't leave until he saw you inside the building. the familiar routine and his unwavering consideration were a comforting friend that you had come to rely on, and as you watched his car drive away, you felt a wave of gratitude for his presence in your life.

entering your unit, you felt far from tired. the drive with minghao had been a peaceful interlude in your life, much like any other evening you spent with him. the sense of comfort and contentment that his presence brought was a cherished part of your routine, a bright spot in your week that had transformed your evenings into moments of warmth, friendship, and music. you couldn't help but reflect on how, from a chance meeting at the local pub, a beautiful friendship had blossomed, filling your life with unexpected joy and connection.

the morning you woke up, it was an ordinary thursday. it began just like any other day, with your familiar routine of going on a peaceful walk, visiting your favorite bakery, and then returning to your apartment to spend the day in peaceful solitude. everything seemed as it usually was.

however, a subtle sense of unease crept in when you realized there was no "good morning" text from minghao. at first, you found it strange, but then it dawned on you that he had a flight today. he always turned his phone to airplane mode during flights, and that was why the expected message was missing.

despite knowing the reason, a slight feeling of emptiness lingered, reminding you of the importance of this daily interaction with your friend. it was a small but significant absence, a reminder of how much minghao had become a part of your daily life, even when he was miles away.

as the hours passed by, you found yourself preoccupied with various activities, but a part of your mind remained fixated on the absence of minghao's messages. then, finally, you noticed his name appearing in your notifications. a wave of relief washed over you, accompanied by a sense of anticipation as you eagerly opened the message, hoping for some news or even a brief update about his journey.

the moment you saw minghao's name appear in your notifications, a surge of joy washed over you, and you couldn't help but express your elation. silently, you let out a muffled scream, as if you were a teenager who had just received a message from their crush. the feeling was overwhelming, and you found yourself rolling on your bed, a giddy smile on your face, relishing the simple yet profound joy of seeing his message.

it was as if the day had suddenly transformed from ordinary to extraordinary, all because of a few lines of text from minghao. the anticipation of hearing from him and the reassurance that he was safely on the other side of the flight were like a warm embrace, filling your heart with a sense of comfort and connection. it was moments like these that made you truly appreciate the friendship you shared and the special place minghao had carved out in your daily life.

“this is a scheduled text. if you received this, i have already landed in paris. i love you, take care.” the message read.

as you read the message from minghao, the words "i love you" leapt out, catching you off guard and leaving you momentarily stunned. the audacity of his heartfelt expression, conveyed through a scheduled text, brought forth a mix of emotions. there was a sense of disbelief at the timing and manner of his declaration, tinged with a hint of annoyance at his boldness to express such sentiments from afar.

yet, despite these conflicting emotions, a warm and giddy feeling enveloped you. his words had a way of transcending the distance between you, bridging the gap created by the physical miles. minghao's unexpected proclamation served as a reminder of the deep bond you shared, one that had blossomed from the simple moments and shared experiences, transforming into a connection that was as sincere as it was unexpected.

just as you were processing minghao's heartfelt message, your phone began to ring, and you were taken completely by surprise when you saw the caller's name – the owner of the pub. this unexpected call brought forth a rush of questions and curiosity, leaving you to wonder what could have prompted this sudden and surprising contact from your boss, joshua hong.

“seokmin said you are friends with minghao. you might want to come to yoon medical center.”

“what?”

the owner's cryptic words and the mention of minghao's name left you in a state of bewilderment. it was as if the ground had shifted beneath your feet, and you were struggling to comprehend the gravity of the situation. what had happened to minghao? why were you being summoned to the medical center? the flood of questions raced through your mind, each one more unsettling than the last.

as you rushed to the yoon medical center, the world seemed to blur around you. the streets and buildings became a mere backdrop to your racing thoughts, all focused on minghao's well-being. you couldn't help but replay your last moments with him in your mind, the excitement of his safe arrival in paris now overshadowed by the nagging uncertainty of his current condition. the bond you had shared with him had taken root in your heart, and the fear of losing it, even for a moment, was almost too much to bear.

when you arrived at the medical center, the reality of the situation hit you with full force. the bustling of medical personnel, the hushed conversations, and the sterile scent of the hospital environment all added to the growing sense of dread that clenched at your chest. you couldn't help but wonder what had transpired, and as you made your way through the unfamiliar corridors, the suspense and anxiety intensified, a heavy weight on your shoulders that seemed to grow with every step you took.

the owner of the pub, joshua, explained the grim situation after a few moments of somber silence. "he never made it to the airport," he began, his voice heavy with sorrow. "a drunk driver hit him on the road not too far from your apartment, and doctor yoon said he didn't make it alive at the hospital as there was too much bleeding."

the words hit you like a tidal wave, and your world seemed to shatter in an instant. the shock and disbelief washed over you, leaving you struggling to process the devastating news. minghao, your friend and confidant, who had brightened your evenings and shared in your daily routine, was gone, a victim of a tragic accident that had torn him away from your life.

tears welled up in your eyes, and the weight of grief settled on your heart. the bond you had shared with minghao had grown deeper and more meaningful with each passing day, and now, you were left grappling with the harsh reality of his sudden and untimely departure. the sense of loss was overwhelming, and you couldn't help but feel a profound emptiness in the absence of your friend and the simple yet cherished moments you had shared.

joshua's words resonated deeply, and he continued, "he was also my friend. when he found out about his trip to paris, he told me to give this to you a day before his flight so you'd have something to talk about."

in his hands, joshua held out a piece of brown tissue paper, and as you accepted it, you were met with a moving sight. it was the same brown tissue paper that minghao had been sketching on that evening. the image portrayed you, sitting on a stool in the middle of the stage, your guitar in hand, captured with intricate detail. it dawned on you that he had been watching you that very evening, his artistic portrayal a testament to the shared moments you had on that stage.

as you gazed at the drawing, a mixture of emotions washed over you. it was a beautiful and poignant memento that encapsulated minghao's presence in your life.

the world became a blur that thursday. joshua insisted on driving you home, a gesture of comfort and support, which you declined. you felt the need to be alone, to process the shock and grief in solitude.

he also suggested that you didn't have to perform on friday, understanding the emotional toll of the recent events. however, you firmly declined that offer as well. performing at the local pub on friday was not just about money; it was your connection to minghao, a way to honor his memory, and a source of solace in your time of loss. it was your lifeline, and you couldn't bear the thought of letting it go, even in the face of such profound sadness.

the days ahead held uncertainty, but the routine of the pub, the music, and the memories of your time with minghao were the anchors that would help you navigate the turbulent seas of grief.

joshua and seokmin stood by your side, offering their support and presence as you navigated the difficult hours following the heart-wrenching news about minghao. their unwavering companionship served as a source of comfort during a time of profound grief.

the following evening, you found yourself back at the local pub, a place where all your cherished memories of minghao had gathered. the stage, the familiar audience, and the music had always been your sanctuary, and it was there that you sought solace and a way to honor your friend's memory.

stepping into the center of the stage, you began to sing, your voice laced with emotions that ran deep. the lyrics spoke of your sorrow, and you poured your heart into the song. the audience may not have been aware of the tragedy you were enduring, but there was an unusual silence that enveloped the room, as if they could sense the heaviness in your voice.

“i’m singing at a funeral tomorrow..

for a kid a year older than me.”

as you continued to sing, the weight of your emotions became almost unbearable. you felt a disconnection from the world, a profound sense of loss that threatened to consume you.

“jesus christ, i’m so blue all the time

and that’s just how i feel

always have and always will

always have and always will.”

grateful for the concealing embrace of the heavy red curtains, you completed the song, your spirit broken but your determination to carry on as strong as ever. the local pub had always been a place that carries peace, but now it cradles your insurmountable grief, maybe it's a good thing that you decided to perform this friday because on this night, it served as a poignant tribute to a friend whose memory would forever echo in the music and the moments you shared.

LOL advance happy birthday minghao

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𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏, 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏, 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏. xiao

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ pairing : xiao x gn!reader

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ genre : once lovers to exes au, modern au, a smudge of fluff in xiao’s flashbacks and angst.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ word count : 1k

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ summary : xiao couldn’t help his heart when he saw the shining gemstone on your ring finger—a clear sign that you were already betrothed to someone.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ content : xiao being heartbroken and is still in denial, profanities and angsty ending(?) mhm.. i think that's all.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ notes : taking a lil’ break from doing my biology report.. and yep, this is inspired by the8′s 海城 mv and lyrics :D

“to block the waves, how tall a tower must i become?”

xiao slowly opened his eyes.

he thought he heard the sounds of waves crashing, they were like whispers into his ears, before the evening sun came into his tired eyesight and long forgotten the soft tune played in his earphones.

xiao remembered those bittersweet memories. they were clear as day, not foggy or hazy like he wanted—no—xiao remembered all.

even when the bus halted, xiao was still deep in his thoughts.

it was exactly two years when he last smelt the salt in the air. it was exactly two years when xiao felt the sand below his sneakers. it was exactly two years since xiao admired the beauty along the liyue coast. but, no matter how enchanted and horrible those memories, it was exactly two years since xiao left you, all alone and broken and all the trust was gone when he saw you cried.

two years. two fucking years, yet he still couldn’t move forward.

his mind was still stuck on that day.

a day before he decided to tell that you two wouldn’t work out. long distance was something he feared the most. but you were stubborn. and he ended up leaving you when you trusted him the most.

he was too careless, selfish, even. to think that, realistically, the relationship was too daunting and burdening and saving it was nothing but useless.

you trusted him with all your heart.

but he broke it with all his might.

“from today, the sun and the moon are together. next to the city is the ocean. we replace words with our embrace.”

ironic, xiao thought.

for hauntingly beautiful reasons, the lyrics he heard from shuffling his spotify playlist—the one artist you admired the most, of course, xiao remembered—was hitting him too close. he remembered that you liked this particular song because it always reminded you of him, of us, of xiao and y/n.

he only could smile bitterly at that, even after two years, the song was still playing beside him. as if the melody was created to haunt him forever and he, who could never escape from the ‘karmic’ lyrics.

“and smile, tears, breath..”

“xiao?”

xiao didn’t realise how many footsteps he’d taken, neither how his shoes almost got soaked in the saltwater. but he knew the voice all too well.

god, he thought he could be cool about it, to shrug it off like a real adult but no, deep down within his fragile heart, xiao yearned to hear you calling his name once again.

he suddenly remembered that he rarely complimented you—yes, xiao aware he was a bad partner—but, despite the two whole years he cut off contact with you, in which a period he felt too long, you were still ethereal as ever.

“hey,” if only he wasn’t too deep in his mistakes, maybe he could brush off the awkwardness in his tone.

“hey,” you answered almost breathlessly.

you thought you were being delusional and you thought you have moved on—well, you did—but you just couldn’t stop running towards a guy who walked alone in the pair of sneakers you were familiar with, that pair which xiao once landed on you because yours was already worn out. the teal undertones confirmed his presence and before you knew it, you were calling his name.

“how are you?”

“fine. you?”

“me too.”

xiao stopped looking at you for a moment. he eyed around to really bask in the surrounding.

ironic, he (mentally) laughed.

the specific location made his heart twinged. the sight behind you overwhelmed him. it was where he played the helium balloon you forced him to buy, the place where both of you danced horribly under the sunset and xiao’s chest tightened when he felt as if it was yesterday when he hugged you from behind to enjoy the view of the sea holding the sinking sunset. giggling and smiling. when there was no fear, and selfishness, and no betrayal and hurt.

“the silhouette of the shadow, their reflection in my heart.”

the lyrics brought him back.

he could only gave you a small smile, “how’s your fiancée doing?”

funny, out of all things he could ask, the question slipped firsthand. maybe it was because of the ring he noticed. maybe not.

“he’s doing good,” you answered. and xiao’s heart dropped when he saw the lights in your eyes shone differently than before.

he could sense you were happier.

no, you were definitely happier.

“what are you doing here?” you asked, not aware of xiao’s never-ending changing demeanor. and god damn, it hurt xiao so much.

before, you knew everything about him. his favourite food, his favourite colour, the size of his shoe, the busker xiao regularly went to back in school after last session, his favourite position to sleep with, the specific part on his face where you landed a peck on. but now, nothing was the perfect word to replace everything.

“nothing. just.. y’know, family and shits,” he chuckled, partially to cover the crack of his voice. “i’ll go back tomorrow.”

“oh? tomorrow? i almost thought i could invite you to a dinner with my fiancée. you two would easily get along,” you smiled. and xiao thought, he was thankful to come up with a quick lie when he saw that reserved smile for that specific person.

wait, no. maybe he really should go back tomorrow. away from liyue, away from you.

xiao was deep in thoughts again.

the childish xiao back then was too hopeful at the eternal castle built out of your love, and then it was ruined because of that same hopefulness.

he didn’t know the short encounter would cause the memories to surge at him like the crashing waves.

before he knew it, his feet was crashed by the water, his dear, wet sneakers were long forgotten when you waved at him. leaving him empty, broken, real.

“do not stop and do not stop and do not stop..”

the song ended after endless loops on his end.

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