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月が綺麗ですね？ i know you know i love you

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[9607i7]

[20.39]

underground fighter!wonwoo. tw // violence, blood, kiss

“No!” I screamed, the audience’s cheering loud enough to gulp it down. His opponent was at least a head taller than him, and I gulped for a countless time when Wonwoo held his bloody fists up to continue the round again.

“Kevin! Kevin! Kevin!” Was cheered around the large basement, big enough to hold an underground match at least twice a week.

Wonwoo took a few steps back, Kevin swung, and Wonwoo dodged to the right. Kevin swung again letting Wonwoo duck this time and sidestepped to the other side.

“I can’t do this,” I whispered, inhaling deeply, having to watch my own love, bleeding to death by a guy twice his size and all muscle, looking like he was injected with testosterone.

Wonwoo’s not exactly on the smaller side, judging from his broad shoulders and tall figure yet he’s fast with his movements. I shut my eyes for a few seconds, when I opened it again Wonwoo was landing a punch to Kevin’s nose, and the volume in the basement was deafening by then.

Wonwoo sank a left hook into Kevin’s jaw, on reflex my hand flew over my mouth when Kevin tempted a few more punches into the air. Kevin fell against his entourage when Wonwoo elbowed him in the face. Kevin came out swinging again, throw after throw he couldn’t keep up just when I thought it was over. Wonwoo went in for the kill when one punch was missed by Kevin, slamming his hand into the cement pillar.

Wonwoo brought his knee to Kevin’s face and then pummel him over and over until Kevin stumbled before hitting the ground. He did it so relentlessly leaving Kevin’s bloodied face be the proof of his win tonight, the crowd who were cheering for Kevin now cheered for Wonwoo as he disappeared behind the gathered fans.

“Babe? Babe!” Wonwoo called from the darkness behind the wall I stood by watching his victory. His face blunt filled with a few bruises and red marks. I rushed to his embrace, holding his face tenderly, observing the newly made wounds on his gorgeous face.

“I’m fine, please don’t cry…” He tried reassuring my worries.

“I can’t,” I shook my head trying to not let the tears fall. “I can’t watch you get beat up anymore, not tomorrow not next week, not ever again, please..”

“I won,” he smiled, hands on both sides of my hips. I sucked in a sigh, “I know but I can’t.”

“I told Tyler that I’m done after tonight,” He confessed, still smiling, loving the way I get very worried every damn time.

“You- you what?” I asked, tilting my head, surprised and confusion took over me.

“Yeah, I told him I can’t keep seeing my girl flinch every time someone missed a swing at me thinking I’ll get jabbed, makes me lose my focus.” He smirked, satisfied with the shy smile curving up from the ends of my lips.

I gave him a quick peck on the cheek before pushing him a little, getting a heartedly laughter coming from him. He took my hand and intertwined them, walking both of us out of the basement, to his black Harley, which was my ride for the night back to our shared apartment.

originally posted on Medium.

[9607i7]

[00.47] all my mornings are mondays in endless february

song illustration drabble of fortnight by taylor swift

Wonwoo stared at the steel wired telephone, feeling the cold breezed through his leather jacket, the same type of cold her shoulder gave him two nights ago when they last met.

“I’m sorry, that’s all I could say.” He broke the silence, stopping her tracks though her back was still facing him.

She didn’t turn around. Her long black hair was then dyed into ash brown, her locks framing her face to make into bangs that made her unrecognisable at first glance—but not to him.

He saw her took a deep breath before she shifted her heels to step forward, then another, and another. Every step bringing her further from him, leaving him behind, as her past.

What he didn’t know was, how tears started streaming down her cheeks continuously as she continued to walk away from him.

No one seemed to realise that she was crying her way through her heart. He was someone she loved—hell, love, still. The miracle move on drugs weren’t doing their magic the second his eyes locked into hers for a split second before she walked past him earlier.

Wonwoo stood still where he was, hearing ablaze silence of “I love you, it’s ruining my life.” Screamed at him all over again, exactly like the first night he didn’t expect her to confess.

She had her things packed and ready to live up to their better expectations than his empty promises and quiet treasons.

For a fortnight there, they were together forever—better in his regretful memoirs.

He pushed another coin and pressed her dial numbers in, clearing his throat as he waited for her mailbox to chime in.

“I thought of calling you.. but you won’t pick up, so I’m here. Hi.”

Another coin..

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

Another one..

“I bought the car you wanted, but uh- it won’t start up, I guess it’s ‘cause you’re no longer here with me.”

There were no one to blame but their lost fortnights.

originally posted on Medium.

[9607i7]

rosé drabble, part — 1, 2, 3

It was never in the way she needs him to survive. It was about how he grew under her skin and made her spin on her tiptoes, almost wrapped around his fingers, or so as she thought.

“I’ve always loved sunsets, you know.” She told him and all he replied back was with a nod, as he scrolled down his instagram timeline, much more indulged and glued to his phone rather than her since it was much more interesting, or so as she thought.

When she gets home, she would sigh and recall on the conversations exchanged, only to have her realised that he never truly cared about her, it always revolved around him, only him, and his massive ego. She would get upset, but knew that she had no right to. Not a single string ties between us, only keeps us apart, farther.. and farther away, she thought to herself.

“I don’t want to see you anymore.” She told him. And that did it. Attention was given, only at that very moment.

“Why?”

“We’re not good for each other.”

“We don’t have to be like, similar to each other to try.”

Silence.

“Say something..” his voice condescending.

“There’s nothing left to say.”

And so as he lets her feel.

was originally posted on Medium.

[julysluck]

Hi minjoooo🤚🤚🤚🤚

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[julysluck]

when you caught a flu and he still wanted a kiss

< pick your own member (male) x y/n (gen reader), fluff >

note: wow uhm i’m writing again? well slowly and mostly because i’ve been sick for 2 days now and i want my giant baby tofu man jeon wonwoo + his cuddles and i feel like he would do this sooooo tada :D i hope you enjoy! and also please stay healthy!!!

“One. Just one.”

You shook your head no, relieving a sigh before snuggling closer (if it was even possible) to your boyfriend.

You could hear him let out a small disappointed sigh, wrapping his long limbs around your middle as you both lay in bed of your home.

He had sneaked a few hours out of his busy schedule to come and visit you after you insisted on him that you’re fine, it’s just a seasonal change flu and that he doesn’t have to worry about it, but him being him… well. As to his own words, “i had to make sure with my own pair of eyes that you are okay.”

So there he was, cuddling you and your cold. Yet still nagging your ears off for a one tiny soft kiss. Because he misses you and that you’re sick so to him, a kiss could seal the deal. Because you are sick. Trying to reassure you for countless of times that he would not catch the flu from it. Best of luck.

You rested your head on his chest, feeling the warmth of both of your bodies held close like your lives depended on it. He nuzzled his nose on top of your head before planting a kiss on your forehead. He hung his face lower to give your red nose the same affection before whispering “get well soon baby, i miss kissing you.”

You smiled into his shirt, blinking a few times before landing a smack on his chest as your last warning.

[julysluck]

omg could u do a part 2 to the hyuck cheater fic plzzz

Omg sorry I just checked my inbox and it’s been months 😭 I’ll try to think of something and write a part 2! <3

[julysluck]

[14.06 PM]

You let out a heavy sigh as you glanced at the skyscrapers that were much higher than the greens left in this city. On the rooftop, you could always breathe, somehow.

Now that you have company; someone to talk to — one to hug you tight and reassures you that the world does suck and it’s still okay because you’ve survived all your life now, there’s no moment to not be proud of yourself for making it til today.

You stayed still, closing your eyes, feeling the wind breeze through your frame whilst he sat on the lining, looking over his shoulder to watch the view with you. He let out a sigh and smiled back at you. “Y/n,” he started.

“Let me bask in all the glory of the shit life for a while, Taeyong.”

He snickered a laugh, shaking his head. He paused for a moment before opening his mouth again, not letting you have your peace, yet.

“Life is shit. I agree. But it’s less shitty for me now that I got you.”

[julysluck]

Hi could you do haechan angst where he cheats on reader 🥺

Hi! Sorry this took a whole month, firstly i’d like to say that i don’t write cheating fics so i made an alternative that would hurt almost just as much hehe. I hope you enjoy!

pairings: fratboy!haechan x y/n

genre: fluff and angst

words: ± 900

warnings: kiss, sexual innuendos, cheating??, alcohol, frat party idk why i put this in the warnings but n e ways.. enjoy! 😁

“Wait. I know you’re not a big party fan but should come more often, it’ll be nice to have someone take care of him when he’s had too many drinks.” Mark chuckled. A bottle of beer in his hand pointing weakly at your boyfriend who was dancing on the dance floor energetically. You shook your head and chuckled at his small antics, his gaze met your eyes, making him throw a playful wink at you before biting his bottom lip and pointed your way where you were standing in the kitchen of the frat house of one-two-seven’s.

“In coming!” Haechan yelled, walking out of the crowd to pull your hands into his and started swaying to the music while trying to miserably fail at flirting with you. He played with his tongue, wiggling his eyebrows, towering your fifteen centimetres height gap and leaned in to whisper in your ear, “you look so hot tonight, baby.”

You laughed, throwing your head back and rested your arms on his shoulders before locking them on his neck. He kissed your throat and continued swaying to the music, “c’mon dance..”

“Haechie, you know I don’t dance..” you giggled.

“Try, just follow me.” He said, putting his canned beer on the kitchen counter to rest his palms on your hips. One of them being naughty enough to cheekily slip down and give your ass a small firm squeeze.

When the music finally slowed down to a smoother r & b beat, Nelly’s Dilemma being played, he looked into your eyes as you wiped away a few droplets of sweat running down his forehead and he rested it on yours. He mouthed “I love you” as his pupils shone glimmers into your eyes, twisting and turning the insides of your stomach. At that moment, in the midst of a chaotic, frantic, bass boosted noise frat party, it felt like the world only belongs to the both of you.

Until…

“Haechan! Beer pong!” A friend of his called after him, making him roll his eyes. You smiled and nodded at him, assuring that it’s okay he can go have fun with his friends. He made an apologetical expression and kissed your cheek before walking away to leave you alone once again. His arm was quickly pulled by his friends as you shift your weight onto your left leg to lean on the wall by the kitchen hallway and watched him join the game.

He looked over at where you were once in a while and as he was fifteen minutes into the game, he waved you over and pointed at the vacant seat on the sofa by the ping-pong table. You shook your head and pointed out to the backyard to tell him that you’re going to get some air. He nodded and raised a thumbs up your way as approval.

You made your way to the backyard where you found some students making out on the grass, you made sure you presence stays invisible as they did their deeds, as long as clothes haven’t started getting thrown, you’re good with sounds of lips smacking as company as you stare at the night sky and twinkling stars.

You pulled your phone out to see what has been making it buzz in your pocket and read the notifications from your boyfriend.

Sunshine: where are you?

Sunshine: come back here, it’s cold out there at night

Sunshine: i really don’t wanna hold a freezing ass tonight

You laughed shaking your head at the joke he sent, you made your way into the house again from the backdoor, your feet leading you as your head look around the room looking for your sunshine.

Your steps gradually get faster once you spotted his brown hair in the kitchen, the same place that you were watching him from. He was standing near the cabinets trying to look for something inside it when you realised someone else was in front of him, legs spread for him to stand in between. You could feel your heart stop the very moment you stopped walking towards him.

You were right by the kitchen hallway, able to see what the girl was doing to him. Her puckering lips planting dangerously hungry kisses on his neck, her fingers desperately trying to make him look at her and hopefully kiss her back. You took a step forward but not close enough for him to push her away, yet.

“Grace! That’s enough!” Haechan finally yelled, fed up with the girl’s seducing. He glanced over his shoulder and took a second look when he saw your eyes staring back at him in horror.

“Babe-“ he started. Slamming a cabinet’s door shut at the girl’s face.

The tears that you swelled up and held back from falling broke into a silent cry. You ran to the door, heading out of the frat house as he called your name over and over again, running after you. You quickly shovelled your car keys to start the engine and drove off the parking spot before he could stop you.

You rolled your windows down half to let the night air in as the radio sang Say It Right by Nelly Furtado. You hit the steering wheel a few times as you hear your phone ring Haechan’s personalised incoming call ringtone, making a u-turn to drive back home to your dorm where you hope that you’ll be having a good night's sleep.

[julysluck]

Get Away — stay stay stay.

pairings: football team captain!haechan x y/n

genre: angst?, jealousy, y/n being dramatic basically, best friends to lovers

warnings: mentions of cheating

parts: this is a part two. read part one.

notes: haechan is an original character on here with a different name — heston heath van lennartz.

“YOU COULD’VE JUST TELL ME IF YOU WANTED US TO BREAK UP!” You yelled with your phone swinging right at Heston’s way, luckily he ducked right on time for it to hit the wall instead of his face.

The fight has been going on for 15 minutes and you finally let out the big urged you wanted to let out of your chest.

He glared at you, anger clearly shown in his eyes but he remained calm, mannered though his fingernails felt like they were piercing right through the skin of his fists.

“YOU COULD’VE TOLD ME. You could’ve called.. and-“

“My phone is dead. Coach kept us for practice til late because we’ve got to win the next game. I went straight to you after he dismissed us. Will you please calm down and listen.” He said sternly, cutting you off.

“Which part of me, that you assumed went missing, went off to dumping you? I don’t get it.” Heston shook his head in disbelief.

You sighed, hot tears streaming down your face as you put your palm on your forehead, looking everywhere but the pair of eyes preying your every move, trying to catch on what will come out of her lips next.

“You could’ve texted me about it first..” you whispered.

“I would’ve told you if my phone’s battery didn’t run out…” Heston sighed, trying to ease the heated atmosphere down.

“I would’ve told you if coach wasn’t yelling at our faces that we needed to do better so we could win the upcoming game. I couldn’t even glance at my drink babe, you know how coach is, and you knew about the game.. what happened?”

He walked slowly towards his girlfriend. He understood why you’re swinging in this mood, every student in the campus are as busy and occupied by so many things to be productive about, including him and yourself, finals are near anyway.

You looked up at him, your fingernails being unconsciously bitten down. Shit, you thought to yourself. Oh there you were again, it was clearly your head playing games on you, persuasively leading you to believe that you’re not enough for him, maybe you’re not worth to be loved.

This is Heston Heath van Lennartz. The captain of the school’s football team. Your bestfriend. Every other girls’ dream-come-true. Why you?

Heston stopped his steps right in front of his girlfriend. The top of your head right at the bottom of his chin. He smiled to himself, knowing damn well what gotten into you. She needs constant reassurance and I would give her the world for her to understand why I chose her, we’ve come this far, she’s my bestfriend and I’ve loved her since the first day, I’m not going to stop now, he said to himself.

“Baby,” He started. Bending down to scan your embarrassed and sad face. He pulled your chin up slowly so you would finally look at him. Your eyes teary. “Can we make up now, please?”

He spread his arms open so he could embrace you into his arms slowly, before attempting to change the topic “have you had your meal?”

“I’m sorry i shouldn’t have yelled at you.. i lost it, i- no one knew where you were somehow, and i freaked out, i thought something else happened.” You cried into his chest, your fingers crumpling his shirt, holding him near you as if he wasn’t close enough.

Heston nodded “I’m sorry too for making you worry, I should’ve informed you in the morning.” The lengths of his arms around your waist tightened, making you shift your balance in between his long limbs. You sighed and nodded. Heston chuckled, knowing the very look that is plastered on your face right now, glancing down at the top of your head before teasing you, “did you miss me?”

“No.” You shook your head instantly, already knowing what your boyfriend is up to.

“You just don’t ever want to lose me, don’t you?”

You shook your head again. This time, he shifted his balance.

“No?! As in no i’m wrong and you’d want to lose me or-“

You pulled away from the hug to look him in the eye and confessed “No. I don’t want to lose you, like ever.”

He looked at you with a slight pout on his bottom lip, maybe asking for a small peck, but was then rejected when you continued. “I’ve been loving you for quiet some time…” you whispered and snuggled yourself again, resting your head on the crook of his neck to feel more of his warm, “please stay. Stay forever.”

Heston smiled and kissed the top of your head, “I will, sweetheart.”

[julysluck]

Get Away

pairings: bestfriend!haechan x y/n ft. lee juyeon

genre: fluff? angst? unrequited love

warnings: none

parts: this is the first part of the heston’s trilogy. read part two.

notes: haechan is an original character on here with a different name — heston heath van lennartz, also written from his pov. jrue (juyeon’s character) is y/n’s ex boyfriend.

Have you ever looked at the sun right in the eye to make excuses for the tears swelling up from the long awaited break up of the girl next to you?

I can’t tell if this was happiness or sadness washing over me but the way she had her head leaned on my shoulder as she sniffed in her tears while i tried my best to look away rejecting my very own to fall made me thank her ex million time

“How could anyone let you get away though?” I chuckled trying to lighten up the depression “did you break his PS4 again?”

She smacked my arm without pulling her attached head on my shoulder blade, her chin sitting on a small part of my collarbone, before breaking into her whines right in my war “Heston be serious!”

I winced scrunching my nose with an eye closed pulling my face away “So did his PS4 break or not?”

“No.”

“Then, why did you break up again?”

She shrugged her shoulders no before resting her cheeks on my bicep, her figure much petite than mine which results the tiptoeing whenever she would have to whisper in my ears by the school lockers as her douche of a boyfriend walk by pretending to not know who she is in front of his girl-friends.

“No idea why or you don’t wanna tell me?” I switched my glance to the top of her head, hoping for a better reaction which then was crushed by her silence

“Do you really like him that much? Do you not see how he treats you?” Another silence.

I sighed to hide my smile from her whilst i tried to wriggle my arm that she was leaning on, gaining another whine from her “Move your heavy ass head for a while…”

“Where are you going?!” She asked sternly annoyance hinted in her voice

“Gonna go meet your ex, let’s go.” I stood on my feet wiping dust of the road from my black skinnys

She pulled at my arm “for?!!” Panic was heard this time round

“I wanna teach him a lesson,” i tilted my head with furrowed eyebrows shooting her a look before raising an eyebrow “why? I’m not allowed to?”

“There’s no need to, Heath. He doesn’t like you enough, it could make the whole thing worse…”

If i’m being honest, i’m happy that they finally broke up. With the way he treats her and how i would have to tell her what she wants to hear instead of need, most importantly of these gut wrenching emotions i have for my own best friend.

I knew that he doesn’t like me, because he surely figured that i love her and i can treat her better, if i was him i would never let her get away.

“Fine. Let’s go,” i said reaching my elbow out for her to link hers with

“Not to meet Jrue, right?” She asked worriedly

“No, let’s go we’ll get some meatballs.”

“Heston can you be serious for once?”

I chuckled “errr, no for real i’m craving meatballs baaaaabeeee. I’m hungry, don’t you know what hunger feels like? I’ve been watching you cry for hours, i could eat a horse at this point” ruffling her hair into mess before breaking out into laughter at how cute she still looked

“Babe? I’m not your babe!” She exclaimed fixing her hair

I could hear the laughters of my friends if they were here listening and their remarks “Heston Heath van Lennartz, stuck in a one-sided unrequited love circle, that little shit!”

It’s not a one-sided love, she just hasn’t listened to me properly yet.

[julysluck]

[3.45 PM] The slow melodies filled the room as you rolled over on your bed to sit up and stretch for a little bit, later then you decided to sit and proceeded to do more research on your uni work.

All my friends are drunk again

And I'm stumblin' back to bed all by myself

Don't need nobody else

“I’m not.” Jeno said, leaning on the door frame, his arms crossed on his chest, wearing his glasses and hair pretty messy.

You jumped in your seat, “Shi- you scared me.” Cross-legged on your bed, you turned to look at your best friend. Your laptop and books sprawled, having the tissues as clear evidences that you’ve been procrastinating by watching movies instead of studying and doing your assignments.

“Sorry. Just wanted to check on you.” He gave you a nose scrunch, accompanied with a sigh looking at your condition. You had just broken up a friendship with a close friend since sophomore year, it was only three days ago that you realised she has been one of those friends that totally wish on your downfall in silence.

“Well,” you said, shrugging with your palms open, signalling him to just read the room on how you’ve been doing.

“A mess.” He nodded, his lips pursed together. “Food?”

“I’m starving.”

“Great.” He nodded pushing his glasses up his nose bridge and went out of the room just to pick up the canvas bag he hid behind your bedroom’s wall that separated it from the hallway, “I got food.” He raised the bag to show it off.

“You’re the best! Muah!” Your lips turned into a big smile, you patted on the side of your bed next to where you were sitting and pouted your lips to blow him a kiss, jokingly. As a friend. Friend.

He chuckled rolling his eyes before walking over to sit next to you and unpacked the foods he brought.

You smiled at him, your best friend for half of your life, never not feeling grateful for his presence and how he decided to enrol into the same university as you, thankfully the major he wanted was available as well. You’ve never been religious but you sure pray every night that if there was anyone you wanted to end up with for the rest of your life, may it be him.

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Social experiment! What is harder to write: dialogue, description or exposition?

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me with my writing be like:

[julysluck]

pairings: lee taeyong x reader (first pov)

genre: fluff

warnings: none, just him being cute :(( my baby :(

word count: 249 words

“Sweetness?”

“Hmm yeah?” His eyes fixed on the furry friend

“What are you doing?”

“Thaaaat, is so cute.” Taeyong pointed at the puppy sitting patiently near the owner’s leg who was eating

“Do you want to pat it?” I asked smiling at how his eyes turned really big lovingly staring at the young golden retriever from afar

He nodded “but the buddy is eating… so I could do that later”

“We can order our drinks first then go pat him..” I rubbed circles on his arm with my thumb, reassuring him

“It’s a boy? I think it’s a girl,” he tilted his head getting curious

I laughed at how cute he looks with the brown bucket hat he was wearing, he looks like a bell. A really handsome one.

“Should we get one?” He looked at me, asking with puppy eyes like as if I could say no without thinking of the consequences

“Yongie…” I started

He pouted his bottom lip out “I have my fishes too… I thought we could give them a cute friend”

“We could,” I sighed and nodded at him “but let’s really look for the one calling for us at the shelter”

“REALLY?!” His face lit up, pulling me into a hug and place a quick small peck on my forehead before he continued “best day everrrrrr”

I giggled and teased him “it’s only the best day ever when I finally agreed to get a puppy..”

“It’s the best day ever because we’re raising one into the future, together.”