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[ddanawoo]

Three Missed Calls and One Voice Message | Binwoo

a companion to bottles

First missed call. Dongmin was still at his company building when his phone rang. (He was working overtime again because he had to finish reading all the script before the shoot he had early in the morning tomorrow.) When he saw the caller ID, he felt something sharp in his esophagus, the same sensation he felt when he was a trainee and had to their weekly performance assessment The ringing stopped. It’s probably a mistake. He tried to ignore the feeling of disappointment.

Second missed call. He was packing all his printouts. He had to go through them again to make sure he has everything memorized. Most of his colleagues now wielded iPads but Dongmin was old school and liked to listen to his pencil as it scribbled on paper. He was on his way out the door when his phone rang. Bin. And then it stopped. Oh. His thumb itched to press return call but decided otherwise when he the image of Bin’s expressionless face resurfaced behind his eyelids. The words “I don’t love you anymore” still echoed in his heart.

Third missed call. He was at home now, fresh from the shower. It rang a little longer this time. His heart pounded in his chest. One missed call was a ambiguous. Two is suspicious. Three is ominous. The digital clock on his wall said 2 am so he wasn’t sure if he really wanted to return the call or if it was just the high of being up in the wee hours of the morning. He was so close to calling but he remembered that night, that last night, when he saw Bin naked on their bed with another man. His shoot had ended earlier than expected and he couldn’t wait to jump on bed with Bin. He even bought the tteokbokki Bin liked for them to share. That tteokbokki grew cold in the plastic bag he held as he stared at Bin’s sleeping figure huddled next to that stranger.

Voice message. “I’m sorry.” A sniff. “It was a mistake.” A hiccup. “I didn’t mean to do it.” Another hiccup. “I was so drunk and he looked so much like you.” The background was quiet but there was a distant thrum of music. “I still love you. I love you.”

[ddanawoo]

Three Missed Calls and One Voice Message | Binwoo

a companion to bottles

First missed call. Dongmin was still at his clinic when his phone rang. (He was working overtime again because he had to finish reading all the material before the surgery tomorrow.) When he saw the caller ID, he felt something sharp in his esophagus, the same sensation he felt when he presented case reports as a student. The ringing stopped. It’s probably a mistake.  He tried to ignore the feeling of disappointment. 

Second missed call. He was packing all the printouts of the cases he need to go through again. Most of his colleagues now wielded iPads but Dongmin was old school and liked to listen to his pencil as it scribbled on paper. He was on his way out the door when his phone rang. Bin. And then it stopped. Oh. His thumb itched to press return call but decided otherwise when he the image of Bin’s expressionless face resurfaced behind his eyelids. The words “I don’t love you anymore” still echoed in his heart. 

Third missed call. He was at home now, fresh from the shower. It rang a little longer this time. His heart pounded in his chest. One missed call was a ambiguous. Two is suspicious. Three is ominous. The digital clock on his wall said 2 am so he wasn’t sure if he really wanted to return the call or if it was just the high of being up in the wee hours of the morning. He was so close to calling but he remembered that night, that last night, when he saw Bin naked on their bed with another man. His surgery had ended earlier than expected and he couldn’t wait to jump on bed with Bin. He even bought the tteokbokki Bin liked for them to share. That tteokbokki grew cold in the plastic bag he held as he stared at Bin’s sleeping figure huddled next to that stranger.

Voice message. “I’m sorry.” A sniff. “It was a mistake.” A hiccup. “I didn’t mean to do it.” Another hiccup. “I was so drunk and he looked so much like you.” The background was quiet but there was a distant thrum of music. “I still love you. I love you.”

[ddanawoo]

Meetings and Mistakes | Binwoo

The harsh rays of the sun was what woke Bin up, which he found a little weird since he always closed the blinds before he went to sleep. He turned to his side to bury his head in his pillow, a very warm and rather hard pillow. Wait.

He sat up with a start and found a man sleeping beside him, a beautiful man with the longest eyelashes and the plumpest lips. Events of last night rushed back to him, like going on grindr one last time and meeting one last date. He could feel ghosts of the man's touches on his skin and he felt his skin prickle from the heat. It was supposed to be a one last one-night stand before Bin started his residency training at this new hospital in the new town he moved to. Sleeping in was not part of his plan.

The man still seemed to be deep in sleep and Bin took advantage of this to quietly leave the place. He hailed a cab and in a few minutes, he was back at his own apartment where boxes of things were still piled and untouched.

Despite his little inconvenience that morning, he managed to make it on time for the orientation. Seungkwan, his friend who's already started his training at the same hospital before Bin, met him at the conference room where the residents were supposed to gather to meet the consultant in charge of handling them. There were a couple of other residents with Bin, all of them seated around the long table. It's been over an hour since Bin arrived and the consultant wasn't there yet.

"Doc Lee isn't usually late." Seungkwan told him. "I think this is his first time to be late actually. Wait, let me text him."

The door suddenly opened and in came a tall man in a blue long-sleeved button-down, his white coat hanging on his right arm. He rushed to the front of the room. "Sorry for being late. Something unexpected came up earlier today."

For some reason, there was something familiar about the man's voice as well as the tilt of his shoulders. Bin felt like he should recognize the consultant who was hunched over the table as he set up his laptop. When the man looked up, his eyes caught Bin's and that's when Bin realized. His voice had been familiar because it's the same voice that's Bin whispering deliciously dirty things in his ear last night.

Shit.

[ddanawoo]

Bottles | Binwoo

Bottle one. The night is just getting started. The boys are loud. Bin stays in the background, listening to the noises of the bar. The warmth of soju hitting him in the right places.

Bottle two. Glasses off. Rolled up sleeves. The bar feels warmer. So warm.

Bottle three. Bright eyes. Euphoria.

Bottle four. Stories are pouring out of him. Laughter. More shots. The coldness is settling now.

Bottle five. Soft black hair. Warm brown eyes. Images of a boy with an open smile start to surface in his mind. 

Bottle six. Midnight. The coldness is spreading to his lungs down to the deepest pit of his stomach.

Bottle seven. Drunk-dials and shouting. Friends holding him back. Friends getting him a taxi. Darkness. Unconsciousness. Dongmin.

[ddanawoo]

The Notebook | Binwoo

Dongmin is a very careful person. He double checks door locks before he sleeps and he triple checks if he’s unplugged those that need to be unplugged before he leaves the house. Even the most careful people have their lapses every now and then though and Dongmin was no exception.

Right now, he squirms in the passenger seat as his dad drives them home. 

“You forgot your notebook” His dad had said earlier when his dad picked him up from Bin’s house. The pastel blue notebook feels hot on his lap now. He feels his cheeks heat up a little as well. He’s glad that his dad is driving and has to keep his eyes on the road.

“Oh, that’s why I couldn’t find it earlier.” Dongmin cleared his throat. He felt like his heart and some acid from his stomach rise to his esophagus. “It’s my English notebook. Bin wanted to borrow it. I guess I’ll give it to him on Monday before class.” 

The notebook. Technically, he wasn’t lying since that notebook did have some pages in English. Some of his poems about Bin’s eyes were written in English. It makes a good anniversary gift and it would help Bin with his English as well. Two birds with one stone. Most of it was in Hangul though. That notebook was where he waxed poetic about how his and bin’s relationship started and bloomed. 

The only sound in the car now was the engine’s gentle thrum and the radio on low volume. He could barely discern what the DJ was saying.

His dad stopped at the red light. The silence was still there and it hangs heavily inside the car.

“You should have told me, you know.” His dad said, his tone a little clipped. 

Dongmin clasped his hands together, his left thumb rubbing his right one. This moment has always been on his mind, has crossed it a lot of times, but he didn’t expect it to happen so soon. His eyelids were starting to get itchy from the tears that were threatening to spill. 

“I wrote so many poems for your mom back in the day. You could have asked me for help.” His dad glanced at him and reached for his clenched hands with a gentle squeeze. “We both know you’re a little lacking in the romance department.”  

The traffic light went green. Dongmin could breathe again.

[ddanawoo]

Scent | Binwoo

Bin wasn’t a light sleeper. There could be a bulldozer in his room and he still wouldn’t wake up. That’s why he was surprised that he woke up to the slightest caress of his hair that night. 

He fell asleep on the couch while waiting for Dongmin. It was something he used to do a lot but it became less frequent now that he had schedules of his own. However, it was his and Sanha’s day off tomorrow so he decided to wait for Dongmin just like the old times. His exhaustion got the best of him though and he fell asleep before he knew it.

He was wide awake now though, but his eyes remained close. He felt his heart beating wildly in his rib cage, his chest felt tight and his stomach did cartwheels. He knew this scent, of powder and soap. Everyone in the dorm wore perfume except one. Dongmin. 

The caress on his hair was gentle, very much unlike the cold stares he’s been getting from the other boy recently. Bin felt a moment of hesitation in the air, a minute’s pause and then the warmth was gone. He heard the faint thud as the door to Dongmin’s room closed. The warmth was gone.

[ddanawoo]

What do you mean? | Binwoo

Eunwoo has his way of staring that makes Bin feel prickly all over, from his scalp down his back to the tips of his toes. They were at the waiting room, half an hour before rehearsals start and Bin could feel Eunwoo’s eyes on him. On his face. He turned to face Eunwoo who was still shameless staring at him, at his eyes. 

“I like y-”

Bin said quickly, his hands gripping on his phone. “I like you too.”

“-your eye makeup today.” 

Eunwoo’s eyes widened and Bin immediately looked away. He felt his heart drop to his stomach and a blush spread all over his body. “Oh. Okay, never mind.”

“Wait.” Eunwoo turned Bin’s swivel chair so the other boy was facing him again. “What do you mean by that?”

[ddanawoo]

What do you mean? | Binwoo

“I like y-”

“I like you too.”

“-your eye makeup today.”

“Oh. Okay, never mind.”

“Wait. What do you mean by that?”

“Nothing. Please. Never mind.”

[swellio]

angst prompts

(don’t be shy, send me requests)

1. “but you promised.”

2. “i hope you’re proud of yourself.” 

3. “who do you think you are?”

4. “please, i’ll do anything.”

5. “can’t you see how much i care about you?”

6. “just talk to me, please.”

7. “don’t give up on me — i can’t lose you, too.”

8. “i guess you really are weak.”

9. “do i even matter to you?”

10. “i don’t want to be alone.”

11. “i should’ve left you a long time ago, just like everybody else did.”

12. “i guess this is goodbye.”

13. “we’ll see each other again — i promise.”

14. “i’m done letting you break me over and over again.”

[ddanawoo]

Blanket | Binwoo

It was nearly 1 in the morning when Eunwoo got home. He wanted nothing more but to collapse in his bed since he had a shoot that day too but his growling stomach got the best of him. As he walked to the kitchen, he noticed a figure on their living room couch. Moonbin was waiting for Myungjun again, huh, he thought with a twinge of jealousy. his hunger vanished, replaced by a hollow feeling instead.

Eunwoo went to his room to get bin a blanket. Summer is fading out and the weather was starting to get cold again, especially now that the days were always rainy. Bin fell asleep with his glasses still on. Eunwoo assumed he must have fallen asleep while reading webtoons again. He smoothed bin's hair away from his eyes and placed his glasses on the coffee table.

Bin always looked younger this way, almost like the way he did when Eunwoo first met him. Bin with the raw talent and the puppy smile. His heart ached for contact. He wanted to hug bin but he couldn't bring himself to. Instead, he returned to the coldness of his room to sleep the hurt away.

[love-me-a-good-prompt]

RANDOM DIALOGUE IDEAS #12

Feel free to use any of these dialogue ideas in your writing. Be creative with the context!

“I want to go home”

“take it back”

“I can’t remember”

“it’s not funny”

“I lied”

“don’t tell me to calm down”

“I need a hug”

“that wasn’t supposed to happen”

“hurry back”

“stop interrupting me”

“I can’t take you seriously”

“I don’t want to talk about it”

“problem solved”

“I need more time”

“let me go”

“that was embarrassing”

“never do that again”

“I have an idea”

“it’s freezing in here”

“you’ve changed”

[love-me-a-good-prompt]

QUESTION IDEAS #11

Some more question-based dialogue to include in your writing. (Be creative and use these in any context you desire)

“Is everything okay?”

“What are you smiling about?”

“Did you hear that?”

“What’s in it for me?”

“Isn’t that weird?”

“What do you mean?”

“Is something bothering you?”

“Do you even care anymore?”

“Where have you been?”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Why are you following me?”

“How long was I asleep?”

“Does this help?”

“Isn’t this what you wanted?”

“Can this wait until tomorrow?

"Do you ever stop talking?”

“What do we do now?”

“Can you please just leave me alone?”

“Does this seem normal to you?”

“What did you want to talk to me about?”

[ddanawoo]

4 Drinks and a Bingsu Date

Pocari sweat

was what the new boy offered Minhyuk after he gave him some tips on the choreography. No big deal. The new boy was a fast learner, almost as fast as Minhyuk's wildly beating heart. It was not because of the new boy's shiny eyes. Nope, that was just because of the heat in the un-air-conditioned practice room, he told himself that.

Banana Milk

was what the new boy gave him one random summer day. The new boy had a name now. Dongmin. And he's not the new boy anymore since there were two new trainees. Minhyuk couldn't look at Dongmin as he took the banana milk. It scared Minhyuk how his head floated when Dongmin smiled at him. Minhyuk used to like the peach milk better but he supposed that preferences can change.

Water

was what Dongmin— no, he was Eunwoo now— brought him after their debut showcase. Minhyuk went to their van first ahead of the other boys. He still felt high from performing on stage with the bright lights in front of him and the cheers of their fans below. Debuting still felt like a dream. His heart jumped when someone tapped the window. It was Eunwoo with a bottle of water. Drink water so your head won't hurt, Eunwoo said. What Eunwoo didn't say was, after crying. He left the sentence hanging and Minhyuk in the van to give him some space for his flowing tears and overwhelming feelings. Minhyuk felt thankful for that.

Coffee

was what Eunwoo placed in front of Minhyuk one spring morning. His head still throbbed from the previous night, especially with the bright rays of the sun streaming into their kitchen. The other members were still asleep save for Eunwoo who was preparing Advil and ordering chicken delivery for lunch. I don't drink coffee, Minhyuk said but he drank it anyway. It warmed his head, his stomach, and all four chambers of his heart.

Bingsu

was what they ate when Minhyuk realized that he wasn't intimidated by Dongmin the first time he saw the beautiful boy. What scared him was the possibility of falling. It scared him and excited him the same way he felt when riding roller coasters, as it approached the peak, right before the big drop. He looked at the glowing boy before him, the words I like you on the tip of his tongue, but he decided to swallow the words and his feelings along with it. Maybe it would be for the best if he kept them all inside. It was enough for him to be by Dongmin's side, as a friend and a sturdy rock.

[ddanawoo]

Drabble: Chaky

i picked up all the cherry blossom petals that fell on the ground and wound them together to make you a bouquet. you threw my love for you at my face. the unravelled bunch fell to ground along with the fragments of my broken heart.

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