lol ok im gonna answer this right before i go to bed,, please pardon me if youre not inside my dear mutuals pls know that i still love you… my brain’s on 1% power so pls excuse me
O H B O Y what if juyeon and changmin perform the full version of that legendary ! dance performance on that idol arcade vs episode at end of year award shows hsutuhkjfghdj
i’m so sorry this took so so long, it was meant to be done/posted on the first anniversary of this blog(25/12/17) but i didn’t have the time to do so:( if i left out anyone, feel free to let me know!
i’ll place this under the cut, so it doesn’t clog up posts:”)
The knight-in-shining-armour stories Guanlin always heard, read, wrote, and imagined were all pure fiction - but reality was only a step away.
genre: angst, a hint of fluff
pairing: guanlin x female reader
word count: 976
a/n: part one of a three-part story!! hope this ain’t too bad omg
listen. the queen’s knight.
Guanlin wanted to write a romance novel.
He didn’t know why, and he didn’t know how. Romance seemed like a mainstream topic to lots of people, and many believed that it was as easy as taking a man and a woman and placing them together in the tight space that is hundreds of pages of them falling in love with each other. But he knew better; Guanlin knew the complexity of writing romance. The ever-so aching heartbreak, the feeling of being in a relationship, the beautiful look that adoration had when he stared into the pages of something as simple as Pride and Prejudice - it intrigued him.
Love was something he wasn’t familiar with himself, either. Around him was everyone he knew as a child, happily holding hands with their high school sweetheart. It pained him slightly, but nothing could be done about it.
Guanlin still wanted to write a romance novel. He wanted to craft his own characters; his alter ego and his potential soulmate, and he wanted to develop them like they were his own children. He wanted to make people cry over a couple that didn’t exist, and he wanted them to thirst for more.
It was all in his head already: the story where the knight protected his queen from the horrific world that awaited the two of them. He saw snowy kingdoms that caused death from frostbite for many, he saw the swords of the opposing kingdom’s prince, coming to slay the town of their villagers, and the thorns of the elegant roses that lay in the castle’s garden.
“To write a novel, you’ll first need a pen, a notepad, and all the creativity in your head that you never thought you even had,” read a basic guide to writing one’s own story. “Then, you’ll be needing your main characters...”
Popularity was a game only the strongest players could play. Guanlin didn’t even try, but he admired one who did.
“No, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” cried (y/n), speeding past him in the halls. She was, as he assumed, arguing with a friend of hers. “He’ll never be, in a million years, a nice guy. You can have him, honestly, and I won’t care the slightest bit.”
“He donates to charity...” the much more petite friend of hers murmured, trying to keep up to (y/n)’s pace.
Guanlin watched as they both stormed down the mighty row of lockers, their yelling blending in more with the lunchtime chatter that filled the school. Within that chatter laid a small group of freshmen gossiping.
“Why did she have to be so loud to her own friend?” One asked as soon as (y/n) was out of sight.
“I don’t know, maybe her boyfriend dumped her?”
“She probably had five boyfriends this past week. She probably won’t appreciate what she has until she gets what she wants.”
Something that players in popularity had to deal with was being gossiped about. People like Guanlin didn’t seem to understand how they can just ignore such gab.
“Ugh, she thinks she’s such a queen. Queen of heartbreaks, probably.”
Guanlin listened to their gossip for several moments before he realized he was staring at them.
“Hey,” called the first one, “are you eavesdropping?”
“N-no,” he mumbled as a reply, “sorry for interrupting your conversation.”
He knew himself that going to the concert was going to be a bad idea. His older friends were able to drink, and drink lots, to say the least.
He went anyways. Something, something that he wasn’t sure about, interested him.
“Guanlin,” Daniel called, his deep voice going in and out of Guanlin’s ears like air. Daniel laughed, averting his eyes away from the road to look at his younger friend. “Guanlin.”
“Yeah?” Guanlin let out a faint whimper at the sudden boom of Daniel’s voice. “You need something?”
“No, you just seem out of it. Anything wrong lately?”
“Nothing out of the ordinary. Don’t need to worry about me, Daniel.”
Daniel didn’t say another word. He focused his eyes on the road, his hands holding the steering wheel with strength. Guanlin noticed how he wasn’t talking. He had to bring up a conversation.
“What do you do to get a girlfriend?” He asked. “Like, what do you say to a girl to get her heart or something?”
“Is that what you’re so worried about, rockstar?” Daniel laughed, finally speaking and relaxing his grip on the steering wheel. “Have you got a girl on your mind?”
“N-not necessarily,” Guanlin stuttered, “I’m just wondering. Just to make sure I know when the time comes.”
“Is that so?” The car came to a halt as they had arrived at the concert venue. “Not much is needed to be done.”
The pair of boys walked afoot onto the party, where an unfamiliar band was playing their loud music, and the crowd cheered. Guanlin heard how many of them sounded drunk.
“Hey, rockstar, all you gotta do is be a swell fellow. I can’t tell you what I do because if I do, the girl you’re going for won’t fall in love with you, but in love with what I told you to do.” Daniel nudged Guanlin with the flowing confidence that the latter had always seen from the former.
And after Daniel’s advice was engraved into Guanlin’s brain, that same confidence lingered. He was left alone in a crowd.
He tried to navigate himself through the party, coming across much more than a handful of adults trying to have a good time. Within that handful, surrounding her as if she was lost in a forest with no way out, (y/n) curled up with an empty solo cup in her hand. Tears fell down her already drained face. She ignored every single catcall in her surroundings.
It pained Guanlin, so he decided to walk up to her.
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