each night that gaza experiences is deadlier than the last, as idf soldiers record propaganda tiktoks, make rave parties and grwms and fit checks, gloat over having food and water, and film themselves deriving sadistic pleasure from torturing their hostages and victims and desecrating the dead.
Palestinians have to display their martyred before the camera for you to believe the atrocities that the zionist entity has subjected them to. they cannot even mourn in private. the apartheid entity murders them in cold blood, and you deliver the killing blow by doubting them.
babies whose families have been killed will never get to know their own name.
i can't reshare a tenth of the videos and photos that cross my timeline. i have seen more dead children in the past month than i have known death my entire life.
israeli settlers burn olive trees, bomb bakeries and fishing boats, shower white phosphorus and earthquake bombs on the captive civilians of gaza. you already know about the disastrous effects of white phosphorus, but earthquake bombs were last used during ww2 to wipe out entire cities.
how holy is the land that seeks to be built over the mass graves of thousands of children? is it holier than the miracle of a child being born in this hypocritical world?
all 11 universities in gaza have been bombed. academics should be agitating right now, especially those who call themselves "decolonial thinkers." destruction of universities is a sinisterly deliberate act to sabotage the Palestinians who will survive this great catastrophe.
the act of cleansing your hands before prayer is extremely important to muslims. no part of us can remotely comprehend the grief of the mother who refused to wash her hands from the blood of her children after losing them in a zionist airstrike over gaza. "I swear I won't wash them, I won't wash my hands, how else am I supposed to sleep near my kids."
it is only both moral and right when one side defends itself. the other side are the price of war, no better than insects and cattle and sheep left to die within the four walls of the slaughterhouse.
this situation should not be up for debate, but let me finish with one final thing : do your research about Palestine. HOWEVER. you do not need a degree in middle east studies to object to an ongoing genocide. if someone outwits you in a debate about historical details and every nuance of a subject, you were and will remain entirely correct in objecting to a genocide.
may those martyred rest in peace and be reunited again with their loved ones in heaven's eternal vastness.
DO NOT STOP TALKING ABOUT PALESTINE.
glory to Palestinian resistance. from the river to the sea, Palestine will be free.
It was so fucking late and Soonyoung had no idea why his doorbell was ringing. When did people lose their manners? Did their parents not teach them that they shouldn’t show up at someone’s house at - he paused for a second to check the clock on his nightstand - 2:22am?
When it started, he didn’t immediately get up. He hoped it would be just teenagers pulling a not-funny prank. Soonyoung didn’t have a stick up his ass. He usually understood the humor of ringing a stranger’s doorbell. But not today. Not at this hour. Not when he just managed to fall asleep.
He waited for the first couple of rings to calm down, but that didn’t happen. They just kept coming and coming and coming. Soonyoung had to get up and make it all stop. This would soon wake Haru, the cute toddler from 17B. He didn’t want that.
Gathering every little bit of strength he had in his body, battery closer and closer to shutting down, he removed the blanket from his body. Soonyoung rubbed his eyes while he sat up on his bed, sighing in frustration.
Two seconds of silence.
Nope. Still there.
A loud groan escaped him as he finally stood up, plaid pajama pants hanging low on his waist and torso exposed. Despite being about only 10% awake, Soonyoung knew he couldn’t open the door half-naked. The first thing he saw was a white long-sleeved shirt thrown by the end of his bed, which he put on before making his way down the hallway.
His eyes were barely open and his footsteps were heavy. The noise had calmed down a little, the ringing of the doorbell being replaced by incessant knocking. Jesus fucking christ. He just hoped that, whoever this was, they had a really good reason to be doing this to him.
Soonyoung didn’t know what he was expecting when he opened the door, but what he saw wasn’t it.
“Hi,” you said, voice a tiny bit slurred. You were dressed up, and he assumed you went there straight from the club. Your mascara was smudged, but not to the point where he thought you had been crying. You had a little grin on your lips, which were still painted red, even though the lipstick had started to fade.
He thought you looked incredible.
Despite still being slightly annoyed and half asleep, Soonyoung was physically incapable of not smiling at the mere sight of you. “Hi?”
“Can I come in?” You asked, acting as if you didn’t know the answer. He had never not allowed you in his space - physically or in any other way that could possibly mean.
He could see you were drunk - or maybe tipsy was a better word - and he was struggling to understand why you had ditched your friends during a night out and ended up at his place. The last text Soonyoung got from you, which had been over two hours ago, had a silly selfie and reported you were having fun.
When you knew someone for more years than you can count on two hands alone, you just… knew them. Especially if you’re as close as the two of you were. Soonyoung could read you like a book, anywhere, anytime. Yet, now, it was like you were a puzzle he had never seen a single piece.
Soonyoung moved to the side to give you space, a small giggle escaping him, “Yeah, sorry.” You passed by him and he could still smell your perfume. He bought it for you years ago and you never stopped using it. “Is everything okay?”
“Oh!” There was no wavering in your voice. No signs of distress. Nothing. “Yeah, all good.”
You walked around his place as if it were your own and he loved it. You sat down on the couch while Soonyoung still stood somewhat awkwardly by the now-closed door.
“You know I love you and I mean this in the nicest of ways but,” he scratched the back of his neck, “why are you here?”
Thinking about it now, it all seemed so stupid. So simple, too. You were asked a question and you decided he needed to hear the answer, even if he wasn’t the inquisitor.
“Who are you texting?” Jihyo asked, voice loud and yet barely audible through the bass-boosted music.
The smile on your face probably made it evident, but you still responded. “Soonyoung.”
She rolled her eyes. “When are you gonna tell him?”
You didn’t know when it had happened. It wasn’t like there was a major moment that made you realize that your feelings for Soonyoung had grown further than friendship. Maybe love really was in the subtlety.
You were pretty sure it was reciprocated. You knew him too well. You knew how he acted when he liked someone. Still, timing was important and you didn’t want to mess any of this up.
“I don’t think it’s time just yet.”
Two hours later, and once everyone had consumed more shots of soju than the average person could handle, you were all sitting by one of the booths in the club.
“I have a question,” Yujin said, giggling in her seat, hands moving in excitement. God, you absolutely loved drunk-induced conversations. “If the world would end right now, who would you want to be with?”
But now, now that you had to explain to him why you were there, you felt like maybe this was a bad idea. So you lied.
“Just didn’t feel like going home.”
Soonyoung knew that wasn’t it. If you had a choice, you’d always prefer to go home after a night out. You had a routine for days like these - go home, shower, drink some Coke to soothe the hangover, and sleep. Not that you couldn’t do that in his place (he always kept a can of Coke in his fridge just in case), but you’d choose yours if you could. Especially as you always said his mattress was way too stiff.
But it was late and he was tired and he didn’t have the energy right now. So all he did was nod. “Wanna go take a shower?”
You smiled his favorite smile and his heart got ten times bigger. “Yes please.”
When Soonyoung found himself under the covers again, it was 3am, and you were by his side.
You had been there countless times before. Sharing a bed with him wasn’t a novelty. Still, something was different. Nothing grand, but still noticeable.
Maybe it was you - plural you.
You could feel it.
Soonyoung’s curtains weren’t the best, so the moonlight managed to make its way to the sides of your face. He thought you had never looked more beautiful. Mesmerizing.
He wondered if he should tell you.
Soonyoung didn’t know when it had happened. It wasn’t like there was a major moment that made him realize that his feelings for you had grown further than friendship. Maybe love really was in the subtlety.
Soonyoung was pretty sure it was reciprocated. He knew you too well. He knew how you acted when you liked someone. Still, timing was important and he didn’t want to mess any of this up.
So he decided it was not the time just yet.
“Comfy?” He asked, hand rubbing your arm through his tiger-printed blanket - a gift from you.
“Yeah. The mattress feels softer for some reason.”
Soonyoung hummed in acknowledgment, a yawn escaping him right after.
Silence.
You were the one to break it seconds later. “I didn’t actually come here because I didn’t wanna go home.”
A faint laugh escaped him, eyes getting smaller as he smiled, “I know.” He brushed the hair out of your face and you could feel goosebumps forming in your arms. You hoped he didn’t notice. “Wanna tell me why?”
“It’s stupid, really.” He loved when you laughed like that.
“Try me.”
“Fine,” you took a deep breath, biting the insides of your cheek for a moment. “We were having those drunk, sentimental conversations, you know?” Soonyoung nodded. - the two of you had shared countless of those. “And Yujin, she asked us this question.”
“Okay?”
He took some time to try and read your stare.
Oh fuck. Fuck. Were you about to—
“It was something like, if the world ended at that moment, who we’d want to be with.”
“Oh,” another chuckle. “Interesting question.”
So maybe you weren’t about to tell him how you fell. Thank god. This just really wasn’t the time.
Still, Soonyoung caught himself hoping you had said his name as a response.
It was your turn to nod.
More silence.
“My answer was you.” Your voice was soft, almost shy, barely a whisper. If Soonyoung wasn’t mere inches away, he probably would have missed it. “So I just,” a sigh, “I just wanted you to know that.”
You said it as if it was a secret. As if your friends hearing you say what you said earlier was meaningless if he didn’t hear it himself. And despite your tone, you didn’t sound hesitant.
You weren’t gonna talk about it now. It really wasn’t the time. But when his name left your lips hours earlier, you just felt like he had to hear it. Not everything. Not yet. But that, at least. Kinda like a sneak peek.
Soonyoung smiled your smile, leaning in to place a small kiss on your cheek, lips oh so slightly brushing at the corner of yours.
More silence.
Did he even get it?
“Wanna know what would be my answer?” Another nod. “You.”
Maybe Soonyoung would tell you in the morning. With proper words and proper gestures.
The way the stars in your eyes sparkled at his words gave him butterflies. So many of them. Countless.
Confirmation.
Yeah, Soonyoung would definitely tell you in the morning.
a/n: random and absolutely not proofread and just . yeah . just very silly and cheesy :/ and kinda cute :/ i was just pretty obsessed with this soonyoung so i had to do something. it's kinda different to write him outside mmf? anyway. hope you'll like it !!!! feel free to stop by my askbox with thoughts and comments hehe
“What are our plans for Sunday again?” Soonyoung asked, plopping down on the couch. He had gotten home not long ago, and lucky for him, you decided to cook him dinner. You weren’t much of a cook, but he had been craving some homemade food, so you gave in.
Everything and anything for him.
“We’re putting the Christmas lights away,” you informed him.
Soonyoung would never admit it because he was well aware of how you felt about cooking, but he loved when you did it. And maybe that’s why he loved it so much.
He stared at the Christmas tree placed by the corner of the living room, dangerously close to the TV stand. “Why?” He had a pout on his lips. Soonyoung loved Christmas, and he thought the two of you did a particularly good job this year with putting it up. He even managed to sneak in a tiger ornament. It felt a bit too soon to have that taken away from him, he felt.
You giggled at his whine, “It’s January already, babe.” It was time. “No one has them up at this late.”
“So? This is our place. We make the rules.”
Another faint laugh escaped you. You could hear him getting up and walking towards you. You were always amused at how hard it was for him to keep his distance whenever you were both in the same space. He danced around you like you were magnetic. But you’d never complain.
Everything and anything for him.
After tasting some of the beef stew, you turned the burners off and turned around to face a very sad looking Soonyoung. What an overly dramatic lover you had.
“Why are you frowning?”
His arms reached for you and, much like always, you allowed yourself to be pulled into his embrace. “I want to have Christmas lights in January.”
Smiling, regardless if it was out of amusement or just pure happiness, was as easy as breathing when you were with Soonyoung. “But it’s not Christmas anymore.”
He shrugged, “So? Again, this is our place. We make the calls.” Soonyoung leaned in, placing a small kiss on your cheek. “Please?” He said that word a couple more times, and after each one, he kissed a different part of your face.
You would never admit it because you were well aware of how much he’d tease you if you did, but you loved when you did that. And maybe that’s why you loved it so much.
When he was satisfied, he pulled away and stared back at you. God, how you loved his eyes. They were shaped like a crescent moon and seemed to carry all the stars in the universe in them.
“Sit,” you told Soonyoung, pointing to the chair placed in the middle of the bathroom. Your tone was soft and had no hints of command.
He sighed, “This fucking sucks.” You had never seen him so defeated.
You placed yourself in front of him, hand moving to brush his hair to the side in an attempt to provide comfort. “I’m sorry.”
His shoulders moved in a shrug, “It’s not your fault.”
You were at work when you got a call informing you know Soonyoung was at the hospital. There was a situation at the dance studio with one of his kids and he ended up breaking an arm and spraying his ankle. Now, several hours, a cast, and a big pharmacy run later, the two of you were finally home and Soonyoung wanted nothing more but to take a shower and sleep it off. He hoped it was a nightmare and that he’d be in one piece by the morning.
Given his injuries, he’d have to rely on you for basically everything for a while. Even for the stupid shower he wanted to take.
“I know,” you acknowledged, “but I can imagine this isn’t easy, so I’m sorry you’re going through it.”
Soonyoung gave you a faint smile, “Thanks, babe.”
You just nodded in response, “Can you raise your arm, please? Let’s take this shirt off.”
He tried to help you as much as he could, but the cast made everything harder. He hated it. All of it.
Soonyoung had always valued his freedom and independence. And much like any other human, he liked to be in control of the situation. Not being able to do something as small as taking his shirt off made him feel insignificant. Unworthy.
It must have shown on his face, as you questioned him a moment after placing his shirt on the laundry basket. “What’s with the frown?”
“This fucking sucks,” he repeated. “I can’t even shower by myself. This is such a stupid injury.” You offered him a sympathetic look. Knowing him as much as you did, you understood he just wanted to vent for a while. Complain about the situation he found himself in.
So when you didn’t do anything besides pet his hair, he continued. “This is gonna make everything so difficult. Not just for me, but for you too. And you’re already so stressed with work that I feel like I’ll just add another burden to it and—”
“Hey, no.” Soonyoung looked up at you, lips shaped in a pout. “It doesn’t matter that I’m stressed with work. You’re not a burden, and you won’t ever be that.”
Soonyoung shook his head in disagreement, “You’re literally having to undress me so you can help me shower. How’s that not a burden?”
He didn’t like this conversation. He didn’t like any of this. His thoughts, his feelings, his pain. He hated it. In theory, Soonyoung was well aware that you didn’t see him that way. But the frustration that was growing inside him at every passing second clouded his mind in a way that he couldn’t see this mess in any other way.
“Remember when I got sick a couple of weeks ago, and you had to clean up my vomit from the floor? And do everything else, basically?” He nodded. “Was that a burden for you?”
“No,” he answered, biting the insides of his cheek. “Never.”
“Exactly.” You took his free hand between yours, palms caressing his skin. “When I say I love you, taking care of you is just another way to show it.”
“It’s just. Urgh.” He couldn’t externalize his thoughts properly. “I don’t know. I like being independent.” Another sigh left his body. “And the timing for this is terrible. You have a lot going on, and I don’t want to add to it.”
You smiled at him, “I’m a big girl, I can handle it.”
Silence. Soonyoung hated all of this.
“Don’t think too much of it,” you declared. "It’s okay to be annoyed and sad." He needed to understand you weren't trying to dismiss his feelings. This was, indeed, a shitty situation. So he had every right to feel shitty over it. You just wanted to show him that you were there, and that love didn't cost a thing.
Not for you. Not for him.
"Just don’t see this as oh my god this awful thing that will consume me and make me tired.” You squeezed his hand, “I love you, and this is just something we do for the people we love.”
His eyes were slightly less sad now. It was barely noticeable. You guessed it would take some time for them to recover their usual stars.
“This just really, really sucks,” Soonyoung said, once again. A broken record. A broken Soonyoung.
“I know.” You leaned in, hands still holding his, and placed a kiss on his forehead. Gently. Lovingly. “It’ll pass.”
Everything passed. Everything but your love for him.
You just had the craziest, most beautiful dream. A dream in which he loves you just as much as you do to him. A dream where he knew you existed. A dream where he knows you.
You did not want to wake up. But you have to.
"Good Morning." you heard him say, his voice sounded like he just woke up.
Your eyes now wide open, tears starting to pool up. You stare at him, not even blinking as he might disappear. He smiled, the smile you have always liked. The smile that you wished would be directed to you.
The smile you always prayed that you would be the reason of.
You thought to yourself, is this a dream? Am I still dreaming? It felt like that. Not until you felt your tears fall down, and he rushing towards you from the balcony where he was standing.
"Are you okay?" he worriedly asked. "Hey?" he added when you did not respond and continued staring at him while tears were falling down your eyes.
"I don't want to wake up." you finally said. "If this is another dream, please don't wake me up."
"What do you mean? I'm here. I'm real." He assured you.
Hoshi, placed his hand on your cheeks. Wiping away the tears in your eyes using his thumb.
"I'm here."
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Excuse me while I cry because I literally had this dream 😐
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