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yuniniverse · 5 months

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OH MY GODDDDD YOUR ACCOUNT IS THE BEST TBH ugh i am so lucky i wanna gate keep like girl you are too good to be trueeee i have been reading for a while and now i wanna make a lil request it goes smth like this we all know minjae hates being called short what if he finds a friend that hypes him up and tells him they are the same and stuff like that and they are friends from the same training program and she was under sm like him back then and stuff like that idk sorry if i bothered but really girl i love like I LOVE YOUR WRITING SOOOOO MUCHHHH 🩷🩷🩷

PAIRING ! ━ idol!minjae x idol!reader

GENRE ! ━ Friends to strangers(?) To lovers, fluff, seems rushed I'm so sorry TvT, slight angst

WORD COUNT ! ━ 2445 words

AUTHOR NOTE ! ━ I kid you not when I saw this I nearly cried because of how sweet you are :( I'm so sorry for the delay love uni is shit esp with all my sem end exams but thank God I have a few days off so I can work back on requests~ I hope you like it <3

SONG RECCS ! ━ Stardust Lovesong by Jihyo, Whispers of Love by Lim Hayoung

dm to be in my taglist!!

The speakers blared through the studio while minjae sat in one corner, his head turned to face the computer that lit the dim room and played their debut song, spacing out completely, draining out the noise to muffled sound of the song as his mind thinks of a hundred things, things that made him feel not so great, mad even.

Recalling memories of how excited he was a week back, jumping around like a kangaroo as his members gave him a playful questioning look as they all looked at their first ever concert costumes. Everyone was busy talking about it, the maknaes calling junghoon to brag about how excited they were and showed off a few steps as spoilers for the concert as they huddled together and screamed at junghoon who just wanted to sleep if it weren't for seeun spamming his phone and disrupting his peaceful slumber.

The entire way from KQ to their venue Minjae was the happiest and didn't even try to hide it, he dragged his members around to make tiktoks that he could post later and even dragged yujun around forcing the poor boy, who just wanted to eat in peace,the venue which seemed so pretty to him. But it all dimmed when he saw all the members get compliments while he just got taunted for his height, he loved roadys and sure they were just joking around, but he can't help but feel hurt.

"MINJAE!" He snaps out of trance, jumping on his feet as he hears you scream his name, "you spaced out for a while, you ok?" You asked. Minjae smiled, he knew if anyone only you would understand his struggles, both of you were the leaders of your group and have been training together, transferring from sm to kq and helping each other with debuting. He shook his head and stood up, making his way to you as he put on a forced smile. You on the other hand knew something was going on, your worries only grew when you saw a tear slip from his eye, which he immidiately wiped off, looking away in order to avoid your upcoming lecture. You only hugged him to which he responded back by hugging you, his embrace grew tighter as he did his best to hold back tears but let go as soon as he felt your hand rub circles on his back, his mother would always rub circles on his back whenever he was down or was afraid he wouldn't debut and you stood there watching with a smile, this gesture made him realise he was homesick too but couldn't go back home yet. He couldn't help but cry onto your shoulder to which you could only console him by back rubs. "Sorry" he mumbled as he snuggled and wiped away his tears, backing away from the hug. Confused, you ask why and he says "You're leaving next week for your groups tour and promotions, the last thing you'd want to see is me crying" he says as he looks at you with glistened eyes, you insisted it was fine, he was your friend, someone who you loved even but was too shy to tell him, to see him breakdown shattered you. You held his hand, taking him to the nearest convenience store and bought him ramen, helping him sneak the packets into his dorm before junmin catches him and lectures the two of you how it's bad for your health. It was only after you heard minjae giggle for the first time in that day did you leave him alone, dropping him to his dorm and running back to yours.

You felt happy that you helped him, even happier when you heard his giggles. You wished you could hug him for hours and tell him how much you loved him and how proud you were of him for being so strong when situations weren't siding with him. However all the happiness you had was drained when you saw your members running around the form, packing their stuff, You asked your manager what was going on and your manager said how your group had to leave the first thing tomorrow morning as your schedules got leaked and your company couldn't risk in any of your groupmates or you to be hurt as a similar incident took place earlier when your group first debuted and it resulted to your you get members getting hurt the most and having to skip one or two schedules because of the injuries they had gotten. You nod, following your members to your room as you rush to pack your things. It was when you were done is when you realised you didn't tell minjae. Especially since it would be a month or so till you came back to Korea from tour and individual schedules.

You text him but ofcourse it was way past midnight at the time and with how junmin behaved more motherly to minjae than minjaes own mother, you thought probably he was asleep. Your assumption turning out to be true as you checked your phone in the morning again, before you left you checked one last time only to your dismay as the message left as unread.

It was only after your plane took off and you were allowed to turn on your phone after the plane was in cruising altitude did you see your phone blowing up with messages, you smile at minjaes dramatic messages but also felt slight sadness as you two couldn't say your goodbyes properly.

Minjae, although his texts being way over dramatic, was sad as well. He wanted to be there for you as well. His heart warmed up when you hugged him, the tip of his ears reddening as he remembers the sweet words you said as you rubbed his back. It wasn't the fact that he was homesick or that he was down at roadys remarks about him, he cried the most when he realised he was in your arms. You were his weakness, his everything. He always adored how you would care to everyone's needs, in his eyes you were the perfect leader. His heart melting at how you'd always comfort your members, be it hugging them or calling up their family and making their favourite dishes even if it was your first time just to see your members cherry selves. How you'd always be so soft and considerate with your fans. He saw everything from afar, he saw you grown in his eyes. The first time you came to sm, it was after he had been a trainee for a year. Your eyes shining as you saw your seniors practice, the way you jumped when you got your routines correct, to how you cried and laughed in his arms after your debut. He held every moment he spent with you close to his heart.

So it's safe to say how it would always be like he was missing a part of him whenever you went for tours or just away from him in general. His feelings for you growing more and more day after day, he felt like he was falling in love with you all over again whenever he saw you smile or heard your laughs.

You on the other hand was questioning life, mostly the youngest and the oldest. You caught them eating ice creams peacefully as they watched the other two other maknaes run around, the rest of the members joined in, throwing pillows around the hotel room and causing chaos, at midnight. You slapped your head on your forehead, picking up the fallen pillows, your face defeated at the room being such a mess. You glared at the oldest who was deemed to be the "mother of the group" just standing there trying to stifle her laugh. You threw a pillow at one of your members when they laughed at you, causing another round of pillow fight. All of your hair and clothes being disheveled as laughter echoed throughout the room. It was only when your manager walked in did you guys stop. There was a moment of silence, all knowing they were gonna get their ice cream privileges away again, after all your company was famous for weird bans. You stood up and bowed, your hand swinging around motioning your members to scatter off to their rooms, to which all of them did with giggles. Your manager stood there defeated. Handling ten girls was way worse than babysitting any child. He only sighed, knowing your stylists are gonna be mortified at the condition of your hair being all over the place and trying to fix all ten of you girls.

After what seemed like eternity, you were at the airport back again, waiting for your flight back to Korea. You couldn't help but excitedly text minjae everything that happened, the past month was amazing for both you and your members. Everything seemed too perfect, from how you had fun in stages to late night screaming coming from rooms because you guys wanted to play some games but resulted to cheating and some biting.

It was all too perfect to be too true. You should've seen this come to a stop as you landed back to Korea. Your laughs were interrupted by your manager running to you, telling you guys to hold to each other close as the schedules were leaked again and the entire airport was packed with reporters and fans. You could see your members getting worried. You did as you were told, you trailed behind, holding onto one of the members hand as you tried your best to shield all of them from the mobbing. All your efforts going to vain as stepping outside the airport led to more crowd, your eyes teared up at the sight of your members being pushed down, some having their yanked, you were too scared, trying your best to get out of the situation and keeping your head low, holding onto your members hands tightly. Although you girls managed to get inside the bus, seeing how some cried because of how they were hurt both physically and mentally, some "fans" even cursing at them in the airport. You felt helpless. It was as if the perfect life came to an abrupt stop. You put on a smile for them, trying to cheer them up. Ofcourse your mind was clouded with several things as well. With how people always called you a "cheap copy" of your seniors, your members labelled with even worse names.

You sighed, plopping down on the sofa with your bag, your eyes followed your silent members walk to their rooms and settle down quietly. The silence was too much, especially for a group that always had their staffs running with a baseball bat thinking someone broke in because of how much they screamed. You missed it. They would get better, you knew that, but the fact that you couldn't protect your group made you feel like the worse leader possible. You wanted to let it out, but you couldn't. You felt you were being too dramatic.

But the entire form remained silent, only slight glances were made to your manager who visited to keep track of the girls who were injured. You were scratched too, but you were too caught up to notice. You stand up, telling your manager that you'd be going for a walk, giving a small smile to the girls as a way of saying your ok just that you needed some fresh air to clear your head.

You didn't even notice you weren't speaking to minjae as you two did. You felt guilty for it all. The fear of loosing everyone you loved just because you were 'confused' was too overwhelming. Before you knew it, tears rolled down your cheeks to your chin. You sobbed silently as each step you took seemed heavier than the other. The fact that you thought you were drifting away from minjae made you feel as if your entire world was crumbling down.

Fortunate to you, it started pouring, your tears were disguised as raindrops on your face. "Y/n?" You stopped walking, you could hear your heart beating as you recognised the voice. You couldn't turn around, not when you look like a mess.

Minjae walked up to you, his smile grew wider as he recognised the back of your head, his smile immediately dropped as he saw your glistening eyes, you kept insisting it was the rain but minjae could see right through you. You eventually gave in, you rant out to him, feeling so hopeless, you were supposed to be his comfort and yet here you were having a breakdown yourself. He steps forward to hug you, letting go of the umbrella as he held you so softly, him pushing you lightly towards the streetlight as your back rested against the pole, patting your head as he rests his chin above your head, muttering a bunch of 'its ok' as you first his shirt in your hands and sob into his chest. Only when you calmed down did he break the hug, his hands on your shoulders as he stared at you. His eyes flickering to your lips, his heart racing at how you were pouting, your face best red from all the crying and staying so close to him. He inches his face towards you, his eyes still staring into yours. His hands cup your cheek as he whispers 'may i?' to which you close the gap instead, you feel him smiling against your lips as he kisses you soft and slow, his one hand going to your waist and pulling you closer. Minjae breaks the kiss, smiling as he lays another kiss at the tip of your nose. "You are the best leader I've ever known, don't ever doubt yourself ever again because you are truly one of the best people I've ever met" he says as he kisses the top of your head.

"I wish we were together in all our lives and in all the universes" you say as you held his hand while walking, smiling at how red minjae had gotten hearing your words, he looks at you, kissing the back of your hand that is still intertwined with his, still maintaining eye contact with you

"I know we are lovers in every universe and in every life time" he says, you clear your throat in an attempt to calm your rapidly beating heart. He laughs at you and pulls you with your hand to steal another kiss from you, mumbling 'cute' in between the kisses.

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barkspawn · 1 year

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Would you be up for writing Sebastian and Amelia getting stoned together? >w>’

Let's play: how obvious is it that Tori has never been high?

this was fun tbh

Amelia had never actually made edibles before. She'd had them, sure, but making them was hard only because she didn't often bake. She was pulling the tray of cookies out of the oven, her phone held between her shoulder and ear. She groaned as she waited for Sebastian to pick up. Just as she was about to give up, he did.

“Hey, what's up, Ames?”

“Hey Seb, are you busy?”

There was a long pause, a small clattering of metal, and a whispered, “ow, fuck,” before Sebastian responded, “sorry, no. I don't have to be. What's up?”

Amelia couldn't hide a small laugh that escaped as she leaned on the counter, “you sure? You sound a little preoccupied over there.”

He gave a sarcastic laugh, “I was just working on my bike. Keyword: was. What do you need?”

She looked down at her cookies, which looked pretty good. She sighed, “come over? I'm stressed and made–”

“Alright on my way. Need me to bring anything?” she listened as he lit a cigarette and closed the garage.

“You seem a little eager over there,” she teased, “no, I made some edibles though... So you'll have to be my taste tester.”

There was a long pause. She thought he hung up until she heard the sound of him taking a drag of his cigarette, “you weren't going to open with that?”

She laughed, honestly relieved, “I tried, sir. But you got a little excited there.”

“Ames, I didn't even know you liked to get stoned,” he hummed, likely through another drag.

“You guys were talking about it, and I don't know,” she shifted the tray to a cooling rack, “I usually assume people in small towns get shitty about it so... Hurry over.”

She went to hang up, but heard him call,

“Hey, wait. Is everything good? You don't really ever admit to being stressed.”

“Yeah, I mean, I'll be fine. Part of me is also curious about high Sebastian.”

He huffed, “I'll be there in five.”

She laughed as he hung up, moving to unlock the door before going to sit in front of her tv, scrolling through shitty movies.

Seb knocked before walking in, “hey, Ames,” he stepped in, closing the door behind himself before realizing he failed to wash his hands after working on his bike. Yoba, how desperate could he make himself look?

He walked over to the kitchen, washing his hands in the sink there as he looked over the cookies, “first of all, they smell fucking amazing. Even if they were plain, honest-to-Yoba cookies, I'd be fucking stoked.”

She stood and laughed, walking over to him with a genuine smile, “a couple of things, Sebby,” she teased, his cheeks fading pink, “first of all, you are covered in grease, which is super flattering because you came here so fast you didn't even put your hoodie on.”

He looked down at his shirt, frowning, “maybe I didn't feel like it,” he crossed his arms, leaning back against the counter.

She laughed, holding her hands up in surrender, walking over to the chest by her bedroom, “says the man who wears his hoodie in the middle of summer,” she teased, pulling the hoodie he loaned her a few days ago out and offering, “but here I am to the rescue again.”

He took the hoodie and unfolded it, “yeah, yeah. Thanks, Ames,” he pulled the hoodie over his head, arching his eyebrow, “you washed it.”

“Uh, duh…? I was in the pouring rain, of course I did,” she made her way to the cookies and offered one to him as she took one with the other hand, “now succumb to peer pressure and eat.”

He laughed and took the cookie, “I vaguely remember someone telling me to ‘just say no,’ but you seem trustworthy,” he took a bite, furrowing his brow, “alright, these are dangerous.”

She nodded, chewing her own with a hum.

They both had two before deciding that they should wait before going crazy. While they waited, they sat on the couch, a shitty, stereotypical romance movie playing in the background. They mostly chat about nothing, poking fun at one another as they often did.

It honestly didn't feel like too long before it hit them. Amelia was watching the movie on the TV, giggling at the ridiculousness, “seriously, why is it always ‘city girl goes to hometown and meets a hot guy who she falls in love with and stays for’? It's a little silly,” she looked over at him, biting her lower lip to stop herself from laughing at the look on his face. Granted, she'd often get giggly when high and was ALWAYS embarrassed later. But she never cared in the moment.

What she didn't remember was how cuddly she got. She'd just have to behave. Easy.

Sebastian, on the other hand, grew pretty introspective. He often became hyper-fixated on something, though his attention was torn between her and the movie, “Ames, if you fell in love, it'd literally be your life.”

Despite her laugh, she felt her cheeks grow warmer, “and who the hell am I gonna fall in love with?”

Sebastian rolled his shoulders in a shrug, “Dunno, is that something you really get to choose?” he started, settling back into the couch, “I feel like if it's something you chose, it wouldn't be love. Just a decision you made.”

She watched him as he spoke, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, “you sound like you think about it a lot,” she hummed, mimicking his stance, “are you in love or in a decision?”

He laughed, rolling his head to look at her for a second before turning his attention to the movie, “hard to say and I used to be.”

“Which is which?” she nudged him, his eyes once more finding hers.

“Used to be in a decision. Everyone said it was going to happen, so it did. We didn't work and we knew it.”

“Abigail?” Amelia asked without thinking, Sebastian giving a small nod, “and what's hard to say?”

“A conversation for another time,” he reached over and playfully pinched her cheek as he stood and walked to the kitchen, though he felt like he was floating if that was even the way to put it, “you got any snacks?”

She giggled at the pinch, smacking his hand away before sprawling across the couch, “got some chips on the top of the fridge that I'll eat if you don't.”

“Fuck that, I'll eat ‘em,” he grabbed the bag and headed back to his seat, where she now lay, “if you be nice, I'll share. And don't think I won't move you, Ames.”

She rolled her eyes and laughed, her comment cut off by the bag of chips hitting her chest and his arms lifting her torso up just high enough to sit under, letting her upper body rest on his.

Maybe cuddly me won't be an issue.

She giggled as he moved her, opening the chips. The arm around her reached into the bag and took one, feeding himself over her head, bringing forth another wave of giggles.

“Oh, you want one?” he joked, grabbing one and holding it for her jokingly, “I'm not gonna feed you but figured I'd be nice this time.”

She ate the chip happily before shifting to comfortably lean against him, her head ending up resting against his, “you're super warm,” she hummed, “this okay?”

He gave a nod, his arm tucked around her waist. Absently, she traced little stars on his knee where her hand lay, getting distracted by the movie.

After a long moment, he put his other hand over hers to stop it, “I'm not ticklish, but that's quite distracting.”

She laughed once more, relaxing as they both focused on the movie. After a while, he shifted, trying to get comfortable.

She pouted, leaning up a bit, “do you need me to move?” he shook his head almost too quickly before gesturing toward the couch.

“Nah, move over. I'll just put my legs up.”

She bit her lower lip and shifted back, laying at his side.

“Comfy?” she hummed, her head resting on his chest.

“Very much so.”

They lay like that through nearly two movies, just fixated on the crappy plots, dropping in their two cents every so often, sending Amelia into another giggle fit. Somehow, she ended up half-wrapped around him, idly playing with the string on his hoodie before groaning and burying her face in his chest.

“Why does this one have to be a farm town? It's like… Like an alternate reality with sweet, sappy shit,” she glanced up at him, surprised when he was already looking down at her. She was going to ask something, but the thought was gone. They both turned their heads to the TV as the love interest, Tyler, was introduced. He didn't really look like Seb… His hair was lighter (though still a dark brown) and he wore a flannel, of course, but she pointed at it nonetheless.

“Seb, tell me you heard that. What he said,” she looked down at him, eyes a little wide.

He had, but he didn't want to say it. So he raised his eyebrows, shifting to get comfortable with his back slightly propped up, “if I did I forgot. What was it?”

She looked at the TV as she told him, “he used to want to move to the city but found there's a lot at home to stay for…”

He watched her face, wondering if she knew he didn't plan to leave, not now.

She turned to look at him, tracing little circles on his chest, “he's you if you planned to stay, Seb.”

“He's definitely more attractive, look at that guy,” he frowned, though not serious.

“Nah, at least, he's not my type anyway,” she hummed.

“I can't decide whether to pick on you for implying I'm your type or telling you I'm not leaving,” he joked, not really meaning to share the whole bit there.

Her eyes were wide as she turned to look at him, looking over his face for any hint that he was joking.

After a moment, she whispered, “you're staying in Pelican Town?”

He knew it was the right decision when he didn't hesitate to say yes. She smiled, wider than it had been before resting her head on his chest to watch the rest of the movie. He idly played with her hair, which she never realized could feel so incredible. The credits started to roll as the movie ended as they always do: in love in the hometown at a wedding. If they're feeling adventurous, there's a kid.

She turned her head to look at him once more, eyes scanning his face, stuck on how vivid his eyes were at the moment, almost like a lightning storm, but never violent, always comforting.

She offered a small, sweet smile, “you're staying…”

His smile matched hers, “I'm staying.”

She leaned in then and kissed him, the movement lazy and cautious, like he’d change his mind at the wrong move. When she pulled back, she searched his eyes, the feeling of his lips lingering, leaving her whole body like a live wire.

Someone told her that kissing, touching, and especially sex was incredible when high, though if this was from a simple kiss, no bells or whistles, she wouldn't be sure if she could handle it.

His expression seemed to be trying to figure out if that even happened at all, though the goosebumps over his entire body was proof enough that it did.

He looked down at her lips, noting the shape of them, the fullness of her lower lip, the small freckle just above it on the left side. They both moved closer then, Amelia pulling herself further up his body to make it easier to get lost in the simple, lazy kisses.

Like walking on eggshells, he tentatively touched his tongue to her lower lip, making her breath hitch at the new sensation. He pulled back, concerned he crossed a line, but she chased the kiss, humming in approval against his lips, their tongues lazily exploring as she moved to run her fingers through his hair. Every so often, one of them would fail to stifle an approving or appreciative groan.

Playfully, she pulled at his lower lip with her teeth, his eyes falling closed as a breathy whine escaped his lips, his cheeks turning a darker crimson as he worked to catch his breath.

“I'm sorry, I just… Making out with you is… Blowing my mind.”

She laughed, pressing sweet kisses over his face, “you feel it too then?”

He nodded, his swollen lips tilting up in a smile, “well, judging by how much it took for me to stop, I'm going to give a solid yes.”

She watched him for a long moment before speaking, “did you kiss me because we're high?”

He shook his head, “no. I've thought about that for a while.”

“So.. Why'd you stop?”

He blinked, meeting her eyes, “because you feel incredible and… We are very high.”

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entityredacted · 2 years

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The Last Letter from Sanctuary, part 2

Aka Shelby's very bad awful horrible idea

Some warnings: Self loathing mainly tbh but that's over pretty quick, idk what it's called by yk when you get so sad you stop taking care of yourself in the slightest for ages? Yeah

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Chromia was as colourful as it always had been, the bright shades contrasting with the gray sky and gentle rain. It was a beautiful scene that Gem and Shelby saw as they came out of the portal; people walking around the fountain with their colourful raincoats or rainbow umbrellas, it was as if the rain gave the place even more colour and brightness.

The only thing to suggest that something was wrong were a few worried mutters among the people of Chromia and as they saw when approaching Scott's house, that all the curtains were drawn and the door locked.

"Scott?" Gem called softly as she knocked.

"Scott, we know you're in there. We haven't seen you in ages, open the door."

No response.

"I have an idea," Shelby said, Gem stepped aside and Shelby tapped her wand twice on the door. She had meant for it to simply unlock and open it, but instead the door flew open with a crash that shattered the lock and sent a few plant pots flying across the room from their shelf.

Gem gave Shelby a stern look and Shelby smiled apologetically, then they walked inside.

None of the lights were lit, and since the curtains were drawn there was barely any light in the house. Scott wasn't in the kitchen or the living room, so they climbed the stairs to find him curled up in his bed. He looked like an absolute mess, his once tidy cyan hair was all over the place, looked matted and almost as if it had lost some of its colour. His clothes were stained and unwashed and he looked like he hadn't eaten in days.

"Scott," Gem said with a mix of disgust and sympathy. Scott didn't answer.

"I know you miss Sausage, we all do, but you have to take care of yourself. When was the last time you bathed?"

Scott muttered something that sounded like "last week" under his breath, but still loud enough for Gem to hear.

"Come on, get up."

She pulled him out of bed and to his feet. Up close he looked like he wasn't crying just because he couldn't cry anymore. His eyes were slightly red and puffed up and he didn't look Gem in the eye.

"Sorry," he whispered, looking into a corner of the room.

"It's okay, we just have to fix you up again," Gem said brightly.

"Get him some new clothes," she directed the order at Shelby who tripped over her own feet in the hurry to get to Scott's drawer.

Gem dragged Scott downstairs, into the bathroom and closed the door as she left him in there with his new clothes and a towel.

"Clean yourself up, we'll get you some food," she called through the door.

"We'll make the best food," Shelby shouted from where she was rummaging through the cupboards.

"If there's anything that hasn't gone bad," she added more quietly.

"I brought some vegetables and eggs from Dawn, we could make an omelette," Gem suggested as she opened the curtains to let some light in.

"Yeah! I actually know how to make that," Shelby responded proudly.

Scott came out of the bathroom twenty minutes later, wearing new clothes and looking a lot cleaner and almost healthier.

"Come here! We made some food!" Gem told him and gestured to an empty seat at the table. There were three plates of omelette there, the one for Scott was considerably bigger than Gem's and Shelby's (they had agreed that he probably needed more food than them, because they assumed he hadn't bothered to eat much during his week of solitude)

Scott sat down and stabbed the cooked eggs with his fork unenthusiastically, until he finally managed to eat a bite of it. It tasted wonderful.

"I can help you around here a bit," Gem said conversationally.

"Until you're over it enough to take care of yourself."

Scott nodded and took another bite.

"I'll get over it when he's brought back," he said sulkily.

"Scott, you know that's not gonna happen," Gem sighed.

"Besides that, aren't you supposed to be in charge of both Dawn and Sanctuary right now?"

"I forced Joey to be responsible for once, its okay."

Shelby couldn't hear the rest of their conversation, she was too lost in thoughts from the few words Scott had said.

"Brought back"

"Maybe I could...?" she whispered to herself. The others were too busy talking about chores to notice that Shelby had spaced out.

"Maybe," she thought to herself again. Necromancy was not allowed by the Witch Academy. It was illegal in almost every single country and she would probably be doubly expelled if they caught wind of it.

"But what if I can," she thought.

"I think I can."

I can.

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streetkid-named-desire · 21 days

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Litcherally so blocked with fic writing. When I finish fallout the series I'm gonna mod the first and second games and play those and then figure out if I wanna do tale of two wastelands or fallout 3 by itself because I *think* Microsoft or Bethesda fixed the issue the made it unplayable for so long.

Anyway here's what I wrote yesterday, it's abridged and not good but it's a start. Also thinking about revisiting and further revising Streetkid tbh

Bea sighed and hung up the call. She had no room for weakness anymore.

She texted V:

"Yesterday was a mistake. I'm sorry."

She watched the three dots indicating he was typing something start and stop, over and over. And then stop. She plugged her phone in to charge and hopped in the shower. While she let her curl treatment sit, she noticed a short turquoise hair stuck to the shower wall. She smiled, and something inside her ached.

Her handler hadn't sent her any more details about the job while she was showering. She would be going in blind and have to figure it out herself. She was familiar with doll clubs and the few she'd worked at in Night City had the same layout. There should be a security room behind the dressing rooms that held the servers and all other processing tech for the doll chip programs.

When she strapped her backpack to her bike she got a text from her handler with a woman's photo and a brief message about her being Bea's contact. A profile was already created, all she needed to do was blend in and hatch a plan for getting the data. She expected she'd need no more than a week. She was thankful that she was able to go home and sleep in her own bed at night.

V opened her message for the fiftieth time and stared. It didn't make sense. She was into it, into him. Right? She kissed back, she showered with him, she said she needed him. So why was it a mistake?

He didn't know how to respond. He had things he wanted to say, but he didn't trust himself to not fuck it up. Because the only thing screaming in his brain was spilling his guts about how he was definitely in love with her and they were meant to be together and he didn't know what he would do without her and—

Robbie called. V was thankful for the distraction, less thankful for what it actually entailed.

"Yeah?" V answered. He had to turn the volume down when Robbie started yelling.

"Where the fuck is the package, V?"

"I told you, it wasn't at the bunker. We searched every inch, it was all just old papers and shit," V said. It was a weak lie. While V had to do most of the research and prep on his own, he was sure Robbie knew for a fact the chip was in the bunker.

"If you don't bring that fucking chip back by the end of the week, your career as a fucking merc is over. Not only your career, your fucking life. Got it, V?"

"Uh huh," V hung up as Robbie was starting another rant.

V lay back on his bed and Nibbles jumped up with a quiet "mrrp" and stepped onto his chest. She sat down at stared at him, her large yellow eyes slowly blinking. V sighed and stroked her face.

Bea changed into a black latex tube top and black latex shorts with black strappy platform heels. She sat on the pink silk bedding waiting for the first client of the day. She was right about the placement of the security room but it was heavily guarded by Tyger Claws. She was certain they were likely already selling that data to the highest bidder.

She had two options: sneak in and grab the data herself, or convince the Tyger Claws she's in the same game and willing to share the payoff. That seemed less likely to work, at least not without more time there. If she was a more established worker, maybe been there for a month or two, they might believe her.

The club was open 24/7 with rosters of dolls working in shifts. Shift changes also occurred at the same time for the guards. If she could cause a disturbance or find a time in that shift change to sneak into the security room, she could grab the data and delta. She would prefer to not use the net and do a local transfer of the data to a shard. But, if time was tight, she had a backdoor she could install that would give a direct connection to Arasaka's 'runners and they could get the data for her. That was a last resort and unprofessional. She did the jobs Arasaka couldn't get caught doing, that meant doing things on her own with no support and no possible way to tie her actions back to them.

She wished she could talk to V about it. He'd probably be able to jack in and get the data she needed from a goddamn vending machine outside the club. But it was thoughts like this she couldn't afford. She had to do it on her own. Bringing others in not sanctioned by her handler risked revealing her purpose. The overhead light in the room changed from white light to magenta. She unspooled her personal link and jacked into the port next to the bed where the client's preferences were downloaded to her system.

In just a few moments she was checked out of her own body and mind, which were now being controlled by instructions sent to the temporary doll chip she had slotted into her head.

V sat down in Rogue's booth at the Afterlife. He didn't trust her with this. He would tell her the same thing he told Robbie. But with her MR eyes, she would know he was lying. Would she call him on it?

"Hearing your name around town with a bit of venom, V," Rogue said. She sipped her tequila and looked over the glass at him.

"Yeah, about that," V hesitated.

"It's not like you to leave a job incomplete."

"It just—"

"You job is to complete an objective. You don't question why, you don't let personal morals intervene. You are given a task and you do it. You can always refuse gigs, but you can't change your mind once a fixer takes a gamble on you."

"I know but—"

"So, where the fuck is it?"

"I can't tell you that, Rogue."

#UGH #emotional support imagination playground

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hi!! i saw ur requests were open yay!! your writing always makes me smile akdkdkdkdn can i request chan with a really shy sweet s/o and hes really playful with them but he also finds it super endearing and then one day s/o does something that makes him the shy one and all the members are just teasing them non stop omg now they're both super flustered ahhh i hope that didn't sound too weird you can do whatever you feel thank you!!

ahhhh hi anon <3

i am SO SORRY it took me a bajillion years to get to this request :( tbh, i struggled w this a lot haha i was trying to figure out how to not make this racy bc that's immediately what my mind thought of T^T but anywho, i hope that this is what you were looking for, or close to it, plz do let me know what you think!! hope you like it <3

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motion sick

pairing: dino x reader (ft. svt)

genre: fluff

word count: 1.2k

warnings: not rly

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Greenery passed by in a blur as you looked out the window of the train. It was your first trip outside the city, but more importantly, it was your first trip with your boyfriend. You were nearing a year since the two of you started dating, this being your first long-term relationship. Things were getting pretty serious, you could say, considering he invited you on a week-long overnight trip with him and his other friends. When you first met them, you thought they might not like you because you tended to keep to yourself. You weren’t exactly a social butterfly, and your whole life had been quiet and uneventful. They were a rowdy bunch, the boys, full of energy and chaos — the exact opposite of who you were.Up until this point, no one really bothered you or asked you what you were doing, but you didn’t mind. In fact, you preferred it that way. But these boys gave you a reason to try new things and branch out of your comfort zone. Sure, sometimes it was awkward and uncomfortable, but that was the fun of it.

“Hey,” Chan’s voice filled the small cabin you were in. “Sorry that took so long, the guys kept bugging me to get them stuff. Something about how I’m the youngest and I need to practice taking care of them for when they’re old or whatever.”

You giggled and shook your head. He sat down across from you and pulled out some snacks.

“Hungry?”

“Maybe just a little,” you replied. Grabbing some fruit snacks from his hand, you plopped them into your mouth, smiling at him happily.

“How are you feeling?”

“Not too bad.”

“You’re not motion sick are you?” His face wrinkled with concern at the sudden realization.

“You’re lucky I’m not,” you laughed.

“Oh, thank goodness,” he responded, placing his hand over his heart. “I’d have to take care of you if you were.”

For some reason, hearing these words come from his mouth made your body burn like a thousand suns. To top it all off, he winked at you like the cheeky boy he was. You weren’t used to this at all; prior to Chan, few people bothered to look at you, much less wink at you. It made you melt internally, though you weren’t sure if it was a good kind of melt, or a please-don't-ever-perceive-me-ever-again kind of melt. But he found it funny. In fact, he loved messing with you. There was something endearing about the way you scrunched your nose whenever he said something to make you feel shy. Whatever it was, he absolutely loved it.

“Stop,” you whined in a hushed tone.

“Never,” he proclaimed. He leaned forward so your faces were mere centimeters apart. “I do it because I think you’re cute.”

Fire raged through your body and you wanted to hide, but being inside a moving train, there was no place you could go. You pushed him away from you, opting to stare out the window instead. Chan just chuckled with satisfaction, taking your hand to squeeze it before leaning back against the upholstered seat. You chatted with your boyfriend for a while; he told you about how Soonyoung had gone overboard and ordered champagne for a three hour trip and now Seungkwan was probably dealing with the mess since Jeonghan and Seungcheol were too lazy to.

“One bottle isn’t too bad, right?” you asked.

“He gets drunk after a couple of sips of makgeolli,” Chan replied.

“Is he sharing it with the others?”

“Oh, did I not mention that he already drank half of it by himself?”

You both buckled over with laughter at the idea of Soonyoung wreaking havoc and Seungkwan panicking about what to do, but trying to come off cool, calm, and collected about it all.

Before you knew it, a comfortable silence fell over you. You decided to read a book, though with all the movement of the car on the rails, it was hard for you to keep your eyes focused. You looked up from your book to see your boyfriend fast asleep. His head bobbed with the train, failing to find support. It was hard to contain your giggles as you watched him, his mouth agape with drool dribbling down the side.

This was your chance. You pulled out your phone and opened the camera. When your hands were steady enough, your finger pressed down on the shutter button. To your horror, you didn’t realize the flash was on until the light on the backside of your phone was shining brightly on Chan’s face. His eyes burst open, though he was discombobulated from his nap. You opened the camera roll and looked at the photo, laughter pouring out of your mouth as Chan came to his senses. It was better than anything you could have ever imagined — the light perfectly emphasized the glistening drool on his face, and the lighting made his skin look horrifically pale in the most amusing way. It was perfect.

“Did you take a photo of me?” he asked, though he knew the answer the moment you began to giggle.

“No,” you lied.

“You did. Let me see.”

“I didn’t!”

Chan quickly shifted to the other seat so he was next to you. “Let me see!”

He tried to snatch it, but you were faster. “You look cute! I promise.”

“Delete it,” he whined. His ears turned red from embarrassment. He always had a chic demeanor, and you found him incredibly attractive for it, but this side of him was something new, something you would cherish for the rest of your days.

“No, it’s cute!”

Another attempt to grab your phone from you ended when he slipped and somehow your back found the seat. You could feel his small breaths as he hovered over you, your noses barely touching.

A voice boomed from the door. “Chan, can I borrow your—”

“Oh,” said a second voice.

“What’s going on… oh. Oh!” added a third.

You looked to the door to find Joshua, Jeonghan, and Jun staring at the two of you in your provocative position.

“I didn’t realize you guys were into this kind of stuff,” Jeonghan said with a smirk.

“Very bold of you,” Joshua added.

“Wait, guys. It’s not—” Chan tried to interject.

“What it looks like?” Jun put the words right in his mouth.

Never had you wanted to crawl into a hole and never be seen again. It was hard to miss the mischievous glint in all three boys’ eyes as their gaze went back and forth between you and Chan.

“Sorry, we didn’t mean to interrupt you guys,” Joshua continued.

“Wait, it’s really not what it looks like,” you tried to tell them, but your voice proved to be too timid because Jun was already running down the hall of the train and telling Seungkwan and Seungcheol what happened.

“Well, we better give you your privacy,” Jeonghan said. He put his arm around Joshua, guiding him out of your cabin to give you that privacy.

“They’re never going to let us live that down, are they?” you asked.

“No,” Chan responded, immediately bursting into small fits of giggles. “But we can worry about that when the time comes.”

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yolkyeomie · 3 years

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Crescendo | Kang Yeosang

summary — The beating of a heart is like a crescendo, screaming louder and louder in one's chest until it's reached maximum capacity, and you’re about ready to burst.

word count — 8.6k words

pairing — yeosang x female!reader

genre —violinist + college au, band au there if you look around a little bit, fluff with like a hint of angst in the later parts

disclaimer — SORRY THIS IS SO SHORT,,, this is more of prologue than anything tbh. also I have almost zero knowledge on college and violins so if this is horrible I’m so sorry. also typos. lots of typos.

part I | part II | part III

There was just something about summer that you liked so much. You just couldn't exactly put your finger on what.

Maybe you liked the sunny days that it would bring? The giant ball of light in the sky beaming down at full power onto every human in sight. It would illuminate the world with a golden glow, bringing out the more natural and earthy colors hidden from the other seasons. The heat would call for unplanned trips to the cool waters and hot sand of the beaches or a quickly made dash to the nearest frozen ice cream shop. Perhaps it was because there was no more school, no more time needed to spend on slaving away for hours at a desk just to not retain any knowledge given.

Or maybe you liked it because it was the time you’d see children the happiest. Every time you biked along the sidewalk to and from your home you’d come across a playground almost always filled to the brim with the joyous sounds of laughter. Children scattered around the playgrounds like little ants to a picnic, grabbing whatever they found the most intriguing for the day. Some would be swinging, some would be sliding, some would even be chasing each other around without any of the equipment catching their attention at all.

However, there was a possibility that you enjoyed the summertime because of the theater your town held. It wasn't very big compared to the ones that could be found in the big cities of your country, but it was nice nonetheless.

There were white walls lined with a fake golden trim along the floors, bright lights nearly blinding one as they walked inside of the theater for the first time. There was a slightly smaller stage than normal, not too tiny but definitely smaller than you’d seen in the more famous theaters. The seats weren't in their traditional curved angles either. They were in neat straight rows leading all the way to the back of the theater where the volunteer tech crew would operate behind the scenes.

Every year your high school would hold recitals for their students in that theater. They would use these performances as a way to showcase their students' growing talents in the art of music or to spotlight their shyer students who never had gotten a chance to show everyone what they were made of. You weren’t in any sort of music group nor did you know how to play any instruments, so you never participated. But you did show up to every recital you could.

When you were in tour first year the only reason you had attended the performance was because your English teacher had promised to raise their overall grade for the year if they did. You were a decent student, overall you had average grades but wasn't the most outstanding person in your class. A few extra points to curve your grades were always appreciated so you had planned on attending the performance.

You had tried to grab a couple of friends to go with you, but all of them coward out when they got the chance. Some would say they were too busy, some would outright tell you they didn't want to sit through a performance they had no interest in. So you ended up simply going with your family, more begrudged than you originally were for the recital.

You had sat through choir members and members of the school's small orchestra and band repeating nearly the same song over and over again. Each song had a different tune, maybe a different style depending on how much creative liberty the singer or player gave themselves. One song was sung a bit louder than the others, another song was played by a small thrown together orchestra than simply a soloist, but they were all the same.

It was boring, and you were growing tired of listening to the same thing constantly. The only thing willing you to stay in your seat the entire time with the arm crushing strength of your mother and your need to get extra points on your grades for the year.

Near the end of the recital was when you had gotten hooked. Your family had finally decided they were going to pack it up for the night, her father had to work early in the morning and you were going to be thrown over towards your grandparents for summer. Just before you could have risen out of your chair to leave behind your parents, you heard it. A different melody than the ones that have been rocking your brain that night.

There was a boy walking on the stage, probably no taller than you was at the time. He was tiny for a first year boy, probably one of the shortest in his class as well. His hair was like a fluffy brown bunny's tail, bouncing and tousling itself around with every step he took. There was a string instrument in his hands, from what you could see was a red-tinged wood violin. You couldn't quite see the expression on his face either though, due to the distance you were from the theater stage.

You hadn't even realized you were holding your breath until he plucked one of the strings, letting the note resonate through the theater and bounce off the walls and into their ears. He had played a note, on a different key from the other performers. He was playing a song that his fellow violinists hadn't picked. He was different.

The sound was like a siren's song that grabbed the audience's attention and placed it to the stage. His melody started out soft and somber, almost as if the violin itself was conveying its unspoken emotions. The violinist was trying to use those emotions his instrument lent him to serenade the tears in the audience's eyes to fall and hit the ground simultaneously, creating their own beat to his song.

After a moment of enticing the audience to his performance, he sped up his pace. His quiet song suddenly grew in size until it overpowered every other sound in the room. He strummed each string with a quickness you didn't even believe was possible, his bow striking each note like it was powerful enough to create an earthquake. In a sense, it was like he and the violin had become one being, his string instrument becoming an extension of his arm as he played.

The audience whispered in wonder and amazement of the boy's talents, unable to take their eyes away from his figure. It was an enchanting sound so you couldn't blame them. The violinist had brought you into a world completely different from reality, where every object and plant in sight was made out of his musical chords.

How does a boy, barely over the age of fifteen, have this much power in his hands? You would be cursing yourself if you didn't grant him the title of prodigy right then and there.

Unfortunately for you, you couldn't listen to the rest of his alluring song. Your family had dragged you out of the theater to finally retreat to their humble abode for the night. After that night you had declared to yourself that you’d find the violinist who played that song, whether you had to search all summer for him or dig around your school for him. You’d attend every recital and every performance your school's small orchestra had just to get him to play for you again.

However, you lucked out each time you tried. Your school's orchestra didn't allow students outside of their instrumentalists into the classrooms. The violinist boy was too short for you to find in a crowd at their performances either. You even tried to find someone who might be close to him, but no one seemed to step up to the plate. This went on for the rest of your high school years. The only time you could see him where those days after the school year had ended, listening to him play those high energy tunes and somber melodies for his recital before he disappeared from existence once more.

That was, until now.

Plus you made a little bit of money on the side as well, and who didn't like money? Sure most of it was going to your tuition for college but there were times where you liked to splurged on your own interests every once and awhile.

"You seem tired," a feminine voice commented, making you turn around to face her. It was a girl, around your age, walking towards you, her long sleeves rolled up against her arms to mirror the way her shorts looked. She sat down on the pavement next to you, handing you a water bottle ice cold to the touch. "I would be too if I rode around in this crazy heat. I'm surprised you haven't melted at the mere light of the sun yet."

"I almost did," you responded, taking the water from her hands gratefully. "Today was unreasonably hot... I felt like I was sitting right in the middle of hell. And the fact that my bike is made out of metal, too? It's a miracle I didn't get third degree burns or something."

The girl went quiet for a moment, her brow furrowing in thought before speaking again. "You know I can always do it for you? The delivering stuff. It's my family's business anyway, I should be helping them out, not relying on you to do all of the hard work for me."

"Are you serious?" you questioned, suppressing the unusually strong urge to laugh. "You can't even ride a bike or skate. Nor do you have a car either, it'll take you hours to get from one house to the next. And I like the money I earn from doing this for you, I can't get a job anywhere else so this is just perfect for me."

"But still!" She complained, a pouting donning her lips as you screwed open the bottle cap. "I feel bad seeing you bike along in this hot ass weather for my family! I gotta do something to give you... at least a little relief."

You laughed at her desperation, placing the water by your side to face her fully. "The relief you can give me is not playing your cello so loud in the morning. You play wonderfully, trust me, but it's so loud and I'm so tired." you clarified, reminiscing on every time she'd walk up to her house with the sound of a cello's notes wavering through the air.

The girl wasn't in their school's orchestra, she had picked up on the instrument as a hobby. She didn't have a desire to play it in a school setting or professionally no matter how much everyone would suggest otherwise. Yet she suddenly began to really start practicing more often when her next door neighbor had moved in two years ago. You remembered exactly how frustrated the girl was when she discovered that he played guitar at maximum volume in the middle of the night without any regard for anyone else.

To counteract his annoying behavior, she'd open up all the windows in her house and began to play her cello as loud as she physically could in the morning times. It became a war of the instrumentalists after that and neither of them seemed like they were going to stop any time soon.

"Oh you know I can't do that," She responded, glaring at the house to their left where the guitarist resided. "He'll take it as me surrendering to him. I don't even want to think about what he'll do in the middle of the night once I stop. Probably bass boost his guitar so that it's even louder than normal! Oh god, I won't ever get any sleep if he does that."

You found it funny really. The two had never even met each other face to face. "Right... and we don't want that happening do we?" The girl shook her head vigorously in response to your words, taking your sarcasm very seriously. "I still think you can at least tone it down a little bit... this is our last year, in a few months we'll be dragged off into a bigger city to attend colleges and universities for another four or more years. Are you really going to be playing your cello first thing in the morning in your dormitory?"

"Well..." the girl pauses, taking your words into consideration. "No... I won't really need to since I'm not bringing it with me."

"Exactly!" You exclaimed, clapping your hands together and giving the girl a mocking smile. "Now I think you should at least go over to that boy's house and settle this raging war before you move onto better things. Make amends with him, he might even become a new friend of yours for the future. If not, you're not gonna see him again. There's a very high possibility that he's not going to the same college as you, or that he might not be going to college at all!"

She rolled her eyes at your suggestion, forcing herself off of the ground reluctantly. "Fine. I'll go make amends with him or whatever. But I'll only do it if you give up on the violinist boy from the recitals."

You stiffened at the mention of your high school goal, your very unsuccessful goal of finding him and making him play a song for you. "It's like you said, this is our last year here as teenagers. You've been trying to find him longer than I've been waging this musical war on my neighbor. It's about time to lay to rest, you. Seriously, it's more painful to watch than those terribly edited movies from my parents' watch for the "nostalgia"."

"Ouch there was no need to stoop that low," you mumbled, making the girl laugh in turn. "But I guess you're right. I've failed at finding him for this long, I might as well just give up now."

The girl nodded before patting your shoulders in reassurance. "If you really want to hear someone play music so bad for you, you can always ask me. I know a cello sounds nothing like a tiny violin but I can always try?"

"Actually that doesn't sound like a bad idea," you mumbled after a moment of thinking.

"Perfect!" The girl hummed, nearly jumping with excitement to show off her talents and pleasing your several years long urge to have someone play for you. "Usually I only play for my family but I'm very willing to show off what I've been working on. There's this one song I've using to annoy the guitarist boy in the morning and—"

"Go," you reminded her, your smile growing wider at her friend geeking out about her work. "Go get your cello and actually play it for me."

She nodded at your words, skipping on her feet as if she was as light as a feather towards her house. You knew it would be a bit of a struggle in moving her instrument from her room to the outdoors but if the girl was willingly and happily doing it, she had no reason to stop her.

It was a little funny though, how much you were surrounded by people who were gifted and talented in the form of music. Your school's orchestra knew you because of how you’d always try and snatch a peek into their classroom and attended their performances. Your closest friend was a cellist, but only played for hobby and the boy next door was a guitarist. All these connections started happening because a boy you had been chasing after for four years was a violinist.

You'd think you’d pick up some sort of instrument to attract them to you, and trust and believe you tried. You attempted to start playing many instruments after that summer night in your first year. Guitar, flute, piano, trumpet, you even tried to learn the violin yourself. You just weren't musical gifted, you didn't have the patience nor the ears to learn any sort of instrument that passed your way. The best you could do was play a sad tune on the kazoo or laugh into a harmonica.

It's even funnier when other’s learn that your mother used to sing and play the piano while your father played the clarinet when they were in high school. Go ahead and laugh, you knew you were a musical disappointment. Music was practically flowing strong in your blood and you sucked at it. Don't even get started on dancing either, it was a frightening sight to see. Those who could live to tell the tale never told the tale to anyone.

A melody began to float through the air once your friend disappeared into her house, catching you off guard. It wasn't the sound of an electric guitar, shocking the hair and making your skin prickle with its overbearing and booming sound. It was soft and sweet, vibrating through the air as if it was playing with the wind that blew by every few minutes. You could immediately identify the instrument as a violin, it's slightly strained notes from the bow connecting with the strings were all too familiar to you.

You turned towards the guitarist's house where the song was the loudest. To your knowledge, the boy didn't play any other instrument than the guitar. Yet the violin's sweet yet sorrowful song was coming from his house. Without even thinking you rose off the ground, following the song's notes like it was your guide. You had heard the door of your friend's house open again, signaling that the girl had successfully brought her cello from her room to the front of her house. Unfortunately for her, you were walking a little faster than she could drag her cello case.

"Y/N?" The girl called, trying to catch your attention. "Y/N, where are you going?"

You stood in front of the guitarist boy's house, right before where the balcony was hanging. The door to the balcony was ajar, letting the cool afternoon air into the room and releasing the melody of the violin out. "Is that the guitarist boy's room?" you called out to her friend, not taking your eyes off of the balcony. Just as you spoke the violin came to a screeching stop as if the mere sound of your voice was disrupting the flow of its song.

"No," the girl responded after abandoning her cello and running to your side. She pointed to the other side of the house where the window's blinds were closed yet light still shined through them. "His room is right across from mine, I should know I get the brunt of the blow every time he strums his stupid guitar."

Your voices dropped into pure silence when you saw something moving in their direction from the balcony. The door to the outside area slowly screeched open as the figure on the other side pulled on its door handle, stepping onto the wood floor of the balcony and letting the floorboards creak under their weight. Your eyes widened at the sight of a red-tinged violin, it's body scratched from its long term usage and its color dull from the lighting the setting sun had given them.

A boy stepped into view after the violin, the brown hair bouncing on his head like a bunny's tail. His resting face looked like you were staring at a statue, unable to catch any hint of movement in most of his features unless he blinked his eyes every few seconds. Right beside his eyes was some sort of mark, more of a rosy color than the rest of rather pale skin. He must not leave his house that much. After a few moments of silence, he leaned over the balcony's hand railing and spoke, "What do you want?"

The girl beside you glanced between the boy and you frantically, trying to piece two and two together. "you... is that the—"

"I want," you yelled up to him, interrupting your friend's question to respond to the boy above them. A smile began to play on your lips as you spoke, excitement festering up in your chest. You had found him. You had found the violinist from your first year. "I want you to play for me one of your best songs yet."

II.

There was just something about mornings you hated, no matter the day of the week. They'd always leave you more exhausted than you were the night before, whether you had gone to sleep late or not.

Maybe it's because of the dorm room you stayed in, assigned the room the moment you had gotten accepted into your university. It wasn't tiny, but it was definitely much smaller than your room at home. Your belongings barely had enough legroom with your roommate's whole entire area taking up more than half of the room. Despite being rather clean, to an extent, and cool during the day it was also incredibly hot at night.

A few months back the air conditioning unit for the floor you lived on broke down due to age. The university had reassured the students that they'd be looking into the broken unit and the technicians would be coming in and out of the building to fix it. However, they were rather slow with the process. Instead of just moving toward the third floor where the problem had started, they were moving from room to room on each floor the building had.

Apparently, they were just going to fix the problem in one go, however one go suddenly turned into a few days. A few days turned into a few weeks. And a few weeks turned into two months.

Thankfully they were on the edge of the summer season, the crisp breeze of the autumn air in October beginning to blow throughout the city. However that breeze simply abandoned them every time the night fell, the hallways and the common room being filled to the brim with students trying to escape the blazing heat. One would think it would be much cooler around the nighttime, so did they.

You weren't the heaviest of sleepers either, which meant you'd wake up at even the slightest vibration of a phone. One could only imagine your reaction when your alarm clock suddenly blared its ear piercing wake up call. The irritating buzzing of the built on alarm would always shock you out of bed like a cat. Yet even when you knew you were wide awake, you constantly struggled to force yourself up and out of your room. If time would allow it, you would lay in your very warm and comfortable spot in the bed for at least an hour or more.

What's even worse for you was that your dormitory was co-ed, which meant that next door to you was a group of boys who were sharing a room for the school year. They were loud, constantly moving around in the middle of the night, and screaming at random times of the day which usually ended up being the time that you used to study. There were always noise complaints about those students. No one on their floor, or the floor above and below, like them that much. Yet they never seemed to tone down the problem, they made them worse with every noise complaint that was filled to their resident assistance.

Every time they'd get a noise complaint, they'd go and find someone else who was just a little too loud one day and pin the blame on them. It was a way to show that everyone in the building made a commotion and that they shouldn't be the only ones punished for it. You didn't really care about what they were doing until you had suddenly become a target one day.

"I'm sorry, what?" you questioned them, leaning up against the door frame with your arms crossed. In front of you stood the two boys that lived in the dorm next to you, nearly towering over you like the buildings in the city thanks to the monstrous amount of height. They appeared to be up to no good when they had randomly shown up, and you were absolutely right.

"Are you the one who has been playing that music for the past three days? What was it... classical music?" He asked, tugging at his hair as he spoke. He glanced towards his roommate for confirmation, who nodded his head vigorously in response to his question. "Are you a music major or something? Maybe in the orchestra? If not it's been blasting really loudly lately and my roommate here has a majority of his classes at eight am. Right, Jaehyun?"

The boy didn't seem like he was on board with being used as an excuse at first, raising his eyebrow and staring at his roommate in confusion before turning to you. "Right, I have to get up so early for all my classes. I'd really appreciate it if you keep the violins and cymbals and triangles to like a minimum so that it doesn't bother me anymore."

"If not we'll take it to the RA," His roommate quickly added to put their threat in full effect. "And we'll file a noise complaint for disturbing us."

You scoffed at the thought, wanting to slam the door closed and forget about their petty revenge. "Aren't you the same duo that got a noise complaint filed to them last week because of an extremely loud yet unidentifiable thud..." you began before turning on your heels and correcting yourself. "Oh, my apologies. I meant boom, extremely loud yet unidentifiable boom that came from the laundry room. Only for one of the students on the lower floors to go down there and find that one of the washers and dryers had literally malfunctioned and exploded?"

"Listen," One of the boys tried to interject, his ears burning bright red as you kept talking. "That's not... listen, we—"

"Didn't they go on the security cameras to find out who had done the damage? Because a washer and dryer going suddenly haywire on its own is extremely worrisome and dangerous for the students who may have been around during that time. And weren't you two—"

"Classical music is such an amazing genre of music!" The roommate interrupted, yelling over your voice in a panic. There was a pained smile on his face as he hooked an arm around the other boy, punching his arm to follow along as he spoke. "I mean, it has such a clean and light texture to it, simplistic but a great melody nonetheless! God, it gives me nostalgia for a time I wasn't even alive in! Isn't that right, Jaehyun?"

"Oh," the boy spoke, his eyes darting in between his roommate and you. Slowly a smile began to grow on his face to mask his growing embarrassment as he gestured towards the other boy. "Of... of course! Johnny has such nice music taste! So you know when he says a genre is really good it really means something. Seriously love classical music, man. Lulls me right to sleep!"

Needless to say, they choose to not bother you as much as they used to. The strange and loud noises that would echo through the dormitory walls had gotten significantly lower since that day. They didn't stop completely yet but it was enough for you to keep your peace of mind before waking up every day.

Your mornings had gotten relatively calmer after that incident as well. Both of those boys were usually out of the dormitory by the time you were awake to attend classes or work, so you didn't run into them much during the week. You'd have calm enough mornings to where you didn't feel the need to nearly pass out on a car or bus ride to your campus and almost miss your stop. It felt like a dream come true when you would hop out of whatever vehicle you were in and would be right on time before your classes even started.

"Y/N!" A feminine voice screamed, catching you off guard when an arm suddenly slung around your neck. You clutched onto the bag hanging off your shoulder as you nearly tumbled to the ground at the sudden addition of weight, bringing the other girl down with you as you struggled to comprehend what was going on. They got a few stares from the other students who were arriving and leaving the campus but no one said a word to them. Thankfully everyone practiced the art of minding their business. "You'll never guess what I got!"

"Do I want to guess?" You questioned, shoving the girl's arm off of you so you could regain your balance. Once you were stable enough to stand up, you turned around to see who had stumbled into your path. The girl's eyes were wide with innocence and excitement as she stood in front of you, fidgeting in place as she tried to contain herself. Most of the energy she'd originally be exerting into jumping up and down was focused into the beaming and bright smile she couldn't wipe off of her face even if she tried. "Do I have to guess?"

"Yes, you have to," She demanded, holding her hands behind her back to hide whatever got her spirits high. The girl must have ordered some sort of object online again and simply couldn't wait till after your classes to show you. "It's so worth it, I promise! Just... just guess!"

A sigh escaped your mouth as you straighten your posture, reading deep into the girl's expression to try and figure out what it was. "I'm going to guess—"

"Two front row seats to our school's very own band performance!" The girl nearly squealed, shoving two flimsy pieces of paper in your face. You took a few steps back in order to align your sight with the tickets, taking them out of the girl's hands to inspect. Both tickets were for general admission, their names printed on it with the date they were expected to attend the performance. "Aren't you excited? I literally fought tooth and claw to get these before they sold out, and you know these sell out fast!"

"Band? Like the guys who play trumpets and bass drums during school games?" You questioned, glancing up from the tickets to face your friend. The tickets didn't have exactly who was performing written down on it, simply stating that it was a live music event. "Why would you go watch them play? I thought you were more of a... pop genre person?"

The girl rolled her eyes at your response, snatching the tickets from your hands and placing them back into your pockets. "No, not the band. Who goes out of their way to specifically watch our band team play?" She hissed. "I mean like rock bands. You know, the type of people who play the drums and guitars in one big band and perform on stage with a lead singer and everything. That type of band."

"My point with you being a pop genre person still stands," you mumbled in response.

"Yes I do like pop music, I understand that," The girl clarified. "But we're going to see Aurora. Our school's very own rock band! Do you seriously not know who they are? I know you listen to classical and orchestral music and all, but I thought you were at least in the loop with Aurora!"

You scoffed as you began to walk forward, shoving your hands into your pockets and you spoke. "Just because I don't listen to the popular music right now doesn't mean I'm out of the loop! I'll have you know that I am a very big fan of idol groups. I even participated in those farewell events when groups’ oldest members start enlisting in the military."

"Idol groups have absolutely nothing to do with Aurora and you know it," your friend grumbled. "Do you seriously not know who Aurora is? At all? Have I seriously been friends with a hermit crab this whole time?"

"Fine then," you shrugged. "Go ahead, tell me about this Aurora band since you're so obsessed and knowledgeable about this group I've never heard of."

Aurora is a much bigger thing than you had imagined. From your friend's knowledge, it was a group of boys who had gathered around the beginning of the year together, all of them having several different traits and personalities that simply meshed together all too well. They had created the band, Aurora, for fun at first as they were all instrumentalists with different crafts. They had started busking in order to make money as a side job and quickly grew in popularity with the audiences they performed to.

Their university had caught wind of their musical abilities and had asked them to perform during the annual club fairs to help attract more students. After that, they seemed to have skyrocketed in popularity within the college campus. Jung Wooyoung, the group's bassist, Song Mingi, the group's lead guitarist, Choi San, the group's drummer, and Jeong Yunho, the group's lead singer, had become some of the most well-known people on campus.

Everyone seemed to know them and wanted to listen to their music, which is why your friend was so excited to be getting front row tickets to their next performance. You thought it was funny though, Wooyoung was the guitarist boy that lived next door to the girl.

"The past is in the past!" She exclaimed, throwing up her hands as the two entered the university's building. The indoors wasn't very crowded, all the students attending were spread throughout the area either taking a break before their classes began or nearly booking it straight up the stairs in fear of being late. "Sure I wanted to murder him with my cello beforehand, but it's okay because we put our differences aside like you said we should have. And it's good that we did because we ended up going to the same university."

"So..." you began, thinking for a few moments before turning towards your friend. "Does this mean he's your favorite member? I mean you've got the background and chemistry for a nice little love story don't you think?"

"Oh absolutely not," she immediately responded. "We may have made up that summer but I have not spoken to him since. Plus my favorite member is their drummer so if anything I'd like to start a love story with him. Do you think I should plan out of my outfit for the music event? What if I actually start a love story with him like in those tv shows my parents used to watch? We catch each other's eyes during the performance and before we're about to leave I get asked backstage to meet him in person!"

You visibly cringed at your friend's fantasizing, putting four feet of space in between the two of you. "Gross. Go to class before you contaminant me with your fantasies."

"Oh shut up." She rolled her eyes, stopping in her tracks so that you were forced to wait for her. "Everyone likes to fantasize about their love life every once and awhile. It's natural to want something grander than reality to happen to you."

"You are the most cliche woman I have ever met," you mumbled, glancing over your shoulder to look at the girl. "You just told me you want to make eye contact with him and immediately fall in love just like that! Have a fun time dreaming about that while you stand in a crowd full of people in your general direction."

"You're so mean to me!" She yelled, causing everyone in the vicinity to turn and stare at the sudden commotion. "You're just mad that the violinist boy from freshman year refused to play music for you even when you got on your knees! And you were looking for him your entire high school career!"

You sprinted towards the girl at full speed, clamping your hands over her mouth to silence her. She screamed into your hands as you dragged her away from the public eye and muffled her voice. "Heejin, are you out of your mind?" You growled, looking behind you to see if anyone had heard her. "I thought we had both agreed to pretend like that never happened?"

The girl pried your hands away from her mouth and smiled innocently up at you. "We did promise. I just never forgot."

You shoved the girl towards where her lecture hall was located, a frustrated frown growing on your face as a pinkish flush began to creep across your face. "Go to your stupid business math class. Go before I chase you all the way there!" you threatened through gritted teeth. Her friend laughed at the girl's response, skipping like a child to her class for the day.

You really did get rejected that day, it was too ingrained in your brain to forget. The boy had stood on the balcony staring down at the two with a bored and uninterested expression in his eyes, tilting his head like a dog's when you screamed your demands up at him. Honestly, you didn't know exactly what you were expecting. Did you really think that he was just going to pick up his violin and start playing whatever tune he knew just because you asked him to? You didn't even say please!

You had spent a good ten minutes arguing with the boy about how you had been searching for him for years just to make him play at least ten seconds of a song for you. Each time you'd explain your situation to him, he'd immediately give you a dry response of why he kept declining you. He didn't even say it politely! He stared at you straight in the eyes and told you," I don't want to play for you because you aren't worth it."

You swore if you could jump high enough, you would have bounced onto the balcony and strangled him for his rude behavior. It was truly a sight for sore eyes watching an angry and frustrated high school senior scream up at an innocent looking but totally uninterested boy on the balcony. The argument was always almost completely one-sided as well, which made it slightly embarrassing to watch from the sidelines.

You had forced your friend to promise you that she'd either forget the whole incident or pretend like it never happened. Either one was good with you since your friend was known to tell everyone's stories when you weren't paying attention. She had gone this far without saying anything so the urge to talk about it must have been truly bubbling up inside of her. It's been a few months since the incident occurred and the memory is still fresh in your minds.

"God, I'm never gonna live down that stupid incident am I?" you grumbled, practically stomping towards your end destination. "Just when I thought maybe I was finally growing past it, she has to go and bring it back up again. Doesn't she know I'm still healing from that embarrassment? It took a toll on pride and this is how she helps mend the wound? By opening up again?"

You stopped in place when a melody began to waver in the air, following along the cold breeze of the university's air condition. The music notes hopped from breeze to breeze as it traveled through your ears to the next. The sound continuously grabbed your attention as each note was struck no matter how many times you turned to keep walking. It was hitting you like a rock to the head as your brain immediately identified the music maker to a violin.

You slowly turned around to see a few students peering through a crack in some double doors, staring intently on what was on the other side. "They're at it again," one of the older students spoke, holding the door open for his friends to look through. "They're much earlier this time than usual, we'll only catch a little bit of the performance. Do you think something important is happening?"

"You think they're competing for first chair again?" One of the younger students asked, glancing up towards the boy who had spoken beforehand. He shrugged in response to their question, but he seemed to agree for the most part. "Whatever it is, I bet Hong is about to take the first chair again. He's always the first chair. No one can beat that boy when it comes to the violin."

"Kang is always right behind him though, don't forget that," another voice reminded, trying to get a better view of the inside. "Both of them are musical prodigies, and the conductor has always been fond of Kang's playing style. I think he'll get first chair this time."

You couldn't help but let curiosity take over, standing just a few feet away from the group of friends and trying to peer through the small windows of the door. It was rather dark near the entrance to the room, but farther back was lit up by lights that illuminated the wood floor stage where two performers stood. The doors seemed to have led towards an auditorium from the looks of it. You couldn't exactly see their faces from how far away you were, but you could make out a little bit of what was actually going on.

A boy stood in the middle of the stage, the music coming directly from him as he strummed the violin with his bow, grace and elegance oozing off of him. He seemed rather focused on playing his violin precisely, not missing a single note in the song as he allowed the rich and melodic song to ring through their ears. The opened door seemed to amplify his sound even more, ringing within your brain as if it was trying to engraved its sound into her ears. Hearing a violinist play in person was truly much different from hearing it through speakers.

In a chair behind the violinist sat another figure, holding what seemed to be a violin as well in his hands. You assumed that it was the competition who had played their song earlier before you had arrived on campus. His shoulders seemed to tense as the violinist held his final note, a plaintive sound echoing through the auditorium as he held his form to leave an everlasting effect on his listeners.

The students in front of you held their breath as he finished, staring intently at where you assumed the conductor was sitting for his reaction. There was a moment of silence after the note finally fizzled into nothingness, no longer bouncing off of the walls after finding a home in the audience's ears.

"It's Park," the younger student spoke, standing up from where they originally crouched down. "Park is the first chair once again. Honestly, was I expecting a change? No, not really. He's just that talented."

"I was really rooting for Kang this time," the other student spoke, huffing as they crossed their arms in disappointment. "I wonder what he did to not get picked again this time. Usually, Kang performs wonderfully but we weren't early enough to catch his turn."

"Whatever it is," the older student added, shutting the door to the auditorium and shrugging his shoulders. "I'm sure Kang will get over it. I mean that's always next time! But I guess I say that every time this happens..."

When the trio had disappeared from sight, you couldn't help but open the door to the auditorium and peek inside. You had been walking past this exact area how many times and you didn't even notice an event like this happening? Your either extremely stupid or completely oblivious, there's no in between.

You pulled on the heavy auditorium doors, peering in the room to take a look for yourself. The room was chilly, much colder than the breezes nature had been giving you so far. It was like you had stepped straight into the freezer, feeling the need to rub your arms for warm to make sure you didn't suddenly die from the cold. "How long has this place been here? I could have sworn this was an administration office or a classroom... literally anything but an auditorium..." you mumbled to mumbled, your eyes drifting towards the stage.

Only one violinist was at the stage, his instrument dangling in his hands as he sat in silence. The other violinist and conductor were nowhere to be seen, abandoning him to be alone with his thoughts. He must have been the one who wasn't picked by their conductor for first chair, reveling in his defeat by his peer. "Is it that serious?" you mumbled, going to close the door before you zoomed to your class, only just a few minutes late.

Though you saw the violinist rise from his seat in the corner of your eye, approaching the edge of the stage to leave the room. Of course, being the generally nice person you were, you pushed the door back open, holding it open for the violinist to pass through. "Hey, are you about to— Woah! Woah, woah, woah, don't do that!" You yelled at him.

The violinist had raised his instrument high above the ground, a bored and uninterested look in his eyes as he debated on whether he was going to let the violin drop from the height it was at and scar it. It definitely wasn't going to shatter and break, but an ugly dent would be achieved through the notion. Your yelling seemed to stop him in his tracks, preventing him from possibly making the worst decision in his life.

"Don't violins cost a lot of money?" You nagged, forgetting about the door you were holding open and marching towards him. "I know you might be frustrated over whatever just happened but is it really worth breaking your instrument? You should be satisfied with the fact that you even got the chance to be chosen as an option for, what was it, first chair? Whatever it is, I think breaking your violin might be a really bad..." you trailed off as you got closer, slowing down your pace as you got closer to the stage

The violinist stared at you through his long blonde bangs, his eyes gleaming in the dingy and dim stage lights. Despite the horrible lighting it seemed to illuminate him as if he was some sort of statue on display, every curve and sharp corner of his face being highlighted just perfectly. His impassive expression refused to let you in on any sort of emotion or thought in his head, locking you out with every chain known to man. His eyes glanced over you, reading you like an open book before he finally spoke. "Why... do you care?"

Your eyes dropped from his face to his violin, taking note of the bored expression and the red tinged violin in his hands. It seemed like it had been used frequently, it's the color worn from age and usage with scratches scattered throughout the instrument's body. "Oh...," you trailed, dropping your hands to your side in defeat.

How long had he been here? Hiding right under your nose in what seemed to be plain sight. How long were you going to go without realizing the violinist from your freshman year was attending the same university as you? "It's you again."

The boy titled his head curiously, a moment of silence expanding over them like a blanket. You felt like you were going to twitch and squirm under his gaze, the eerie silence of the auditorium and his almost blank stare making the atmosphere uncomfortable for you. All you could think about was the one sided argument you two had; how you had embarrassed yourself in front of your whole neighborhood just because you wanted him to play a song for you. The amount of humiliation that was crashing over you like angry waves could have washed you right of the auditorium if it wanted to.

The violinist crouched down on the stage to look down on you, resting his head on his hands as he began to speak. “Do I... know you?”

“Do you know me?” You repeated, disbelief prevalent in your tone of voice. “Did you really just ask that? Of course you know me! Remember from this summer? Just a few months back?”

The boy nodded his head as you spoke, absorbing all the information you were telling him and letting it process in his brain. He closed his eyes as he began to form his final thoughts, leaning back on his heels before opening them again and staring at you. “Ah... I remember now. You were Wooyoung’s fling for a couple weeks... right?”

“What?” You exclaimed, a rosy pink tint spreading across your face as you spoke. You’ve never even spoken to the guitarist boy when he lived near you, nevertheless have a fling with him. The mere thought of doing something so... dangerous like that made your skin crawl. “No... I don’t... listen, are you serious? You don’t remember who am I at all? Not a thing about me seems to trigger some sort of memory in you?”

“Not to be rude,” he responded, lifting himself out of his crouched position and beginning to walk across the stage to the stairs positioned at the side. “But you don’t look like the most memorable type. I mean if I don’t remember you are, would anyone else be able to?”

His blunt honestly was like a knife to the chest, only he was repeatedly sinking the weapon into your already open wound. Had he always been this straightforward with people? Of course he was, that’s why you never got him to play a song for you. You didn’t even know whether or not you liked the fact that he didn’t recognize who you were because he had formatted his words. You’d much rather be remembered for something embarrassing you did than be forgettable as a whole.

Though by the time you had clocked back into reality, a snarky and rude comment ready to hit the bullseye on the back of his head, he was gone. There was no sign of violinist boy anywhere in the room, as if he has quiet literally disappeared into thin air. “I should have just let him smash his violin to pieces,” you rumbled, now not only late to class but also filled with bitter rage that wasn’t even reciprocated.

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