Felix dragged his hand slowly over yet another rock, mentally praying that he’d finally found what he needed.
“Few rocks collect sundust,” his brother - Chan - had told him, “I doubt you’ll find any.” Even with the slightly discouraging words from the elder, Felix was determined to finish his art piece, no matter how many rocks he had to test.
He lifted his hand to gaze at the skin, seeing sundust shimmering in the light that hit his fingertips.
“Yes! Finally,” Felix giggled to himself, his loud words rattling the leaves in the trees surrounding him. He heard birds flutter away but he didn’t care much, reaching into his satchel for a jar and brush.
Once the items were in his hands, he looked down at the jar for a moment; sundust. He’d finally found some, after years and years of searching. The orange-yellow pigment of the glittery substance made his heart skip a beat in excitement, his pointed ears turning a bright red as he held his breath, brushing the stuff off the surface of the rock.
The dust glittered in the sunlight, sticking to the bristles of the brush moments before falling into the glass jar. Felix was careful not to brush too quickly, afraid of lifting it so harshly that it blew away in the wind.
As the stuff of near legend fell into the glass container, it tried clinging to the sides, sliding down the cool surface and piling at the bottom.
After gathering what he found to be sufficient, Felix began his walk home. He looked up at the blue sky through the trees, the sun poking through just enough to light up his path back to his cottage.
genre: fluff, implied strangers to lovers |pairing: namjoon x reader
caution: nothin’ | wc: _ | reader pronouns: n/a
inspo: ‘tokyo’ by rm | a/n: this isn’t the greatest but i hope u like it!!
Namjoon was relatively new to the area when you met him, watching him look down at his phone and looking back at the streets around him. He was lost, and you understood how - navigating a large city while rain poured down in sheets wasn’t exactly easy. His features were contorted, expressing his confusion.
“Do you need help?” you asked him, standing a few feet away. He looked up at you, raindrops wetting the hair that stuck out from his hoodie.
“Yeah, um- do you know where the subway is?”
You nodded and gestured for him to follow you, “that’s where I’m going.” Namjoon gave a small smile and waited for you to walk, following close behind you.
“You’re new,” you said, turning to look at him for a moment. “People who are from here know where the subway is,” you laughed. He looked down at his feet, his face and ears turning red out of embarrassment.
“Y-yeah I guess. I’m still getting used to this place; there’s so many.. buildings.” You laughed to yourself again and nodded, a smile on your face as you reached the stairs down to the station.
“Try to remember the way we came,” you said, “I don’t usually take the subway.” Namjoon nodded in understanding and gave you a sweet smile, silently thanking you before walking past you. His dark hair bounced with every step and water splashed up as his tennis shoes hit the cement stairs, but he didn’t seem to mind.
° harddom.haechan x sub.fem.reader | rough sex | fingering - penetrative | semi public | face tapping | begging | crying | dumbification | mockery | nipple play | alluding to blowjob | ↣ Let me know if I missed any warnings!
○ 'The Red Room' || 'The Sunshine Room' |
Haechan would be the kind of boyfriend that would tease you in public after warning you 5 minutes prior but you still yelped in surprise because if its Haechan, you always play the game of 'will he actually do it or not' and it's a game thrives in.
If he was the producer and you were the singer, he'd have his way with you in the recording room. He'd push the speaker button and tell you that he feels like he needed to go in there and show you how to sing. His face was stoic and wouldn't give any ulterior moves away easily.
You'd step aside and watch your boyfriend recording his version of the demo, completely in his element and exude attractiveness. He sang the part you had continuous troubles with as though he was talking a walk in the park. He'd ace the part and tell you that was how it should be done. He told you to sing again,
"I want you to close your eyes and really feel the melody babe" and you did. You stepped forward to the mic and closed your eyes to focus and you sang. He wasn't sold and told you to do it again and watching you from behind, "from the top this time" he said. You huffed in annoyance, already feeling exhaustion building up.
:Just as you started entering the pre-chorus, you felt hands crawling their way from your under boobs and up to your breasts, going straight to rolling both of your nipples in between his finger pads. You cursed yourself for being lazy to find a clean bra to wear when you felt yourself getting extremely aroused by your boyfriend's words,
"If you can sing properly till the end while I pleasure your body, then I'll promise to fuck you till the daylight" his voice was getting raspier with each word he said. He was affected by your moans that you struggled to kept in but his pleasure will have to wait.
You had such sensitive nipples that at times it wasn't even funny, sometimes an inconvenience; right now for example. You were recording a song and there was no doubt that your mewls and high pitched moans wouldn't make it to the cut. His fingers were warm and has a rough skin texture due to his guitar practices, making the hardened and rugged skin scratch your nipples and ultimately making your panties wet.
Would he have to have you record again without your moans? Absolutely.
"Touch me Haechan" you said in between singing. You could imagine him raising one of his eyebrows in questioning. He knew that if you wanted something, you had to ask for it. Sometimes you would beg for it because he wouldn't give it to you.
"Where do you want me to touch you baby?" he'd ask sweetly.
"My pussy - please touch me down there" you replied. With an "ok" one of his hands snaked their way into your leggings, down to your wet pussy, torturously slow like he had all the time in the world. Another bad habit of being lazy to find a clean panty to wear.
"Should I present you lingerie baby? If anyone knew, they could slip their way into your pussy with no problem .... it's a shame this pussy belongs me and only me..." he'd taunt you. There was no way he was going to share you with anyone else, or would he?
"How do you feel baby?"
"Go-aaah!-good" yelping suddenly as you tried to reply to Haechan. He was rubbing up and down motions slowly but his other hand was not going soft on your nipple, twisting and smacking it whenever you got too comfortable down there.
"We can't have hiccups darling, you'll ruin the song ..." Haechan was feigning sulk and you both knew it. You were no longer even singing the song anyways.
"Haechannn~" you whined. "Yes baby?" he answered.
"I need you in me, please" "what was that baby?"
"Haechan pleasee .... please finger fuck m-" you didn't even get to finish your begging before Haechan shut you up by sticking his 2 fingers in and roughly shoving it further into you. Your face contorted in pleasure, mouth agape and silent gasps of shock and pleasure filling the recording room.
The mic only recorded proper vocals when you started yelping in pleasure because Haechan proceeded to brutally pistol your pussy at a fast pace. He was going hard you that you had to hold the stand in front of you with a death grip. Anyone could walk in right now and see how fucked you were under his control - because Haechan didn't lock the doors.
"Couldn't sing the parts properly but you can hit soprano when I fuck your pussy with just my 2 fingers? You're such a slut baby ..." you didn't know if he was insulting you or praising you. Either way you were more than turn on, telling him to stop and nearly crying.
"Do you really want me to stop?" he asked to which you replied by shaking your head in a manner than was almost instinctive - desperate to be fucked by him however he wanted to have you, "no no! no! please - please don't stop fingering me Haechan" you cried.
"That's what I thought" he smirked. His fingering turned rough when he decided to slip out of your tight pussy ... only to slam back into it with immense force - and wiggling his fingers once deep inside of you. You screamed so loudly you were sure you cracked into a note you didn't think you were able to. This only flare his ego worse because he would do this several more times before you submitted completely.
"Cum ... me .. I - cum ... wan-want .. mee" if Haechan was just a random stranger fucking your body, he wouldn't have understood what you were saying. But he was your boyfriend who had not fucked your body and fucked your mind countless times and knew what you wanted.
"Does my dumb baby want to cum? Hmmm?" he cooed, thrilled at your state of mind, your state of body, completely at his mercy.
"Have I fucked this tight cunt so hard you went dumb baby?" you could only nod. Not that you were thinking - but it was as if you were conditioned to nod to him for your own pleasure. He was hitting your g-spot deliciously well that you had a tiny bit of drool stringing down to the floor.
You weren't answering him as he taught you to so he pinched down hard on your nipple, causing you to jerk forward away from his embrace, yelping.
"Answer me baby" he bit down on your earlobe, growling his command.
"yes" was the only thing you could say at this point.
"Do you want to cum?"
"yes"
And that was all he needed to hear. He smiled to himself and rapidly increasing his pace in and out of you. He was going so fast you were shaking and the sound of your pussy juices squelching with his fingers. Because he was pleased with your effort to answer him, he rewarded you with an orgasm, biting down on your crook of your neck and twisting your nipple.
And with one last thrust, "make filth on my fingers baby" you came, "Aaahhh fuck fuck mee hngg Haechannn oh my god". Your body jerked and twisted inwards that you had little control over - having Haechan to hold you up before your legs gave out.
"That's my good girl" he purred, praising you for doing well and taking his fingers like a champ, "you took it so well baby". He kissed all over the side of your neck and giving you time to regain your energy as you were still holding on to him for dear life.
But Haechan wasn't patient enough. Just when you thought it was over, he spun you around to face him. With a gentle push on your head, he got you down on his knees and eye level with his hardened cock. He was quite the size, so you could imagine how hard it must be restraining in there.
"You got yours ... my turn doll. Suck me off real good yeah?" you looked up to him and nodded. You loved having him in your mouth and feeling all of his curves and edges. You didn't answer so he lightly tapped you - careful not to smack you hard.
"Fucking use your words baby ... don't make me repeat myself. Will you suck me real good?"
"Yes Haechan" "That's my good girl" you couldn't wait to free his cock from its confinement.
Would he have to have you record again without your moans? Not just yet.
genre → fluff !!
↳ tags: friends to lovers kinda (when will i write something different), drunk seokkie, the chaos of booseoksoon, mentions of holding hands and kissing, confessions (kind of), the immeasurable number of seokmin’s nicknames LMAO
↳ prompt: 40. “are we about to kiss right now?” “alright, no more drinks, time to get you home.”
song inspo → halloween, 1987 by crywolf
warnings → drinking/alcohol!! mc doesn’t drink, but seokmin and soonyoung do
a/n → for ficscafe dpe hehe !! first kyeom fic… he is so sweet i cry just thinking about him… sweet seokminnie. so sweet that boy he is just so sweet
Truthfully, it doesn’t take much for Seokmin to get drunk.
You know this. Everyone does, really - it’s common knowledge. Still, it’s a night for celebrating, so you figure that he deserve to have a good time (even if it only takes a few drinks). If he’s going to be the lead in a musical, it’s worth it.
But maybe… maybe you should have let him get drunk at home, and not in a very public bar.
Empty Spaces | TBZ Hyunjae x Fem!reader, angst, sad au, warnings; post suicide (of reader), heavy feelings, mentions of depression and descriptions of grief, .w.c. .2K+
The air inside your apartment is still as if frozen in time. The dust collects in the few streams of sunlight and dance around like a river of stars drifting the cosmos. Yellows kiss your unused furniture, casting a glow on the things you once touched, the things that were yours.
He stands in your living room like the corpse you've become, not knowing what to do with himself, unsure if he's even really breathing at this point; he doesn't feel present at all, the numbness in his mind being like that of a dream, just wandering and somehow knowing what to do. Except he doesn't know what to do. Not anymore.
And he wishes this were a dream, because that would mean you would still be here. That would mean that he would returning to your apartment to see you, there, smiling in that way you do, or mumbling your next chore under your breath as you flitter from one room to the other. Instead he's here to pack away the last parts of you.
Your mother had asked him. And he couldn't say no. She looks so much like you, older, but he could easily see you in her eyes, even hear you in the way she spoke. The way she sobbed is just like how you used to, too.
She told him I can't do it. Between wails of no mother should bury their baby and I can't go through her things and put them away, too. I can't. He found himself agreeing to do this one thing for her, to do the last thing he could ever do for you.
His heart feels like it's being stretched thin as he enters your bedroom. The scent of your creams and perfumes linger as if trapped in time. Your bedsheets are messy, as if you were in a rush to leave and forgot to neaten them, which you probably were. He finds his lips curling into a faint dead smile recalling how last minute you could be. The way you'd have ten different alarms until you finally realised that shit! You're late and would proceed to rush around.
The deep inhale he takes to steady himself doesn't help at all when all he does is breathe in more of you. There's that strike to his chest once again. Like he's physically being lashed until he's cut open and bleeding, pouring, pouring as if to empty him, but he knows that he'll never empty himself of you.
He finds the courage to walk in further and the air trails his skin until goosebumps rise and he wills away the illogical thought that maybe you're in the room with him, that your spirit is saying hello.
Why would you care to greet him, when you so willingly left him, though?
The wardrobes distract him, hands working to pull out the neatly folded clothes from your drawers and take down whatevers hanging. He tries not to think over the attached memory to each item, but there's an automatic trigger in his brain that presses play on the reel, not allowing him to block them out.
The dress you wore when he first started to have feelings for you. The hoodie you stole from him when you just started dating. Your go to jumper when the weather was chilly. The old shirt you wore when you were doing things around the house. The socks with little pandas he got for you.
Sand fills his throat until it feels rough and dry. He thinks his hands are shaking, but he doesn't allow himself the time to register that as he starts moving faster. Shoving your clothes into the charity bags and gathering your lotions and perfumes into black bin bags. He doesn't realise his anger when you tears your sheets from the bed and flings it into the laundry bag, as he separates your pillows from its cases or your duvet from its sheet. Not until he yells out in anguish and spins around to land a punch on the door of your wardrobe.
His chest heaves and the ache that's settled there since you departed weighs down heavier, makes each harsh breath strain his lungs.
Maybe he should have taken Juyeon's offer for help. At least he wouldn't be here alone, so acutely aware that you would not be coming home.
He slides down, kneeling by your opened drawers and tiredly, he starts to pull the remaining things out.
It's then that he finds it.
A diary.
He's seen you write in it before. Remembers the times he'd wake up during the night when he'd stay over and find you at your kitchen table with a small lamp by you as you wrote away.
As his fingers reach for the purple covered book, he hesitates.
He never invaded your privacy when you were alive and he doesn't feel like that shouldn't apply now that you're not.
But the questions come again. Why? Why didn't you tell him, or anyone? He wouldn't have cared if you ended up confiding in someone else, because at least then you'd still be here. Why did you feel that this was the answer? Why did you leave him?
Soon, he finds himself sitting at the edge of your bed and the diary in his hands. He stares for who knows how long, the weight of the book light, but somehow still making his wrists ache.
At last, he swallows hard and releases a shaky breath, then flips the page.
— The first week of uni has been fun! I knew moving away would do me good. It's still weird… not seeing my family everyday and stuff, but this is definitely the space I need. I spoke to mum. She sounds happy for me. She won't tell me she misses me, but I know she does. I hope the space between us does her good too.
— Okay 4/6 ace lecturers isn't a bad ratio. I definitely regret letting Juyeon convince me to go out last night, this hangover is not the one. But I had so much fun. I know right. Me? Fun? I can't remember the last time I felt that way, but I hope it's something I'll keep feeling until I forget the last time I didn't have fun instead.
— Ratio is now 2/6 because we've been given an exam already and I hate them for it. It's only a mock but still. I suppose I should be grateful considering I never thought I'd end up going uni. I just gotta keep my head in the game.
— Juyeon reckons I've been isolating myself… it's probably true. It's what I did back home when things got too much and I'd feel one of my depressive "episodes" coming on. It was easier to shut everyone out then because everyone had their own lives and shit to deal with. But Juyeon is one persistent bugger! And too persuasive for his own good. He's dragging me somewhere, I can't remember the details.
— I. Have. A crush. I HAVE A CRUSH!!!! I won't tell him, but I'm glad Juyeon pushed me to go out. I met his handsome friend who's wayyyy out of my league but he's really nice and chill and kinda weird in a dorky endearing way? It was awkward at first, but we both have a shared love for picking on Juyeon. He has a super nice smile and a cute laugh and well everything about him is cute. I can't believe I've met him for the first time and have a crush already ughhhhh
— Had to speak to my lecturer because they said and I quote "am handing in half arsed work." Was totally great to hear that! Made me soooo happy when I've barely slept doing the bloody assignments and not had time to myself because I've been at the library or doing research. Just. Everytime I think I'm doing well, there comes a reminder that I'm not good enough.
— Had a breakdown today and it was very embarrassing because Hyunjae was there. He was sweet. As much as you could be when some girl is bawling there eyes out on a park bench. Im sure he wanted to walk past me. He wasn't even sure what to do, but bless him did he try. He got me an ice cream and laughed because I tried to eat it while crying and then i got mad and he tried saying sorry and i stormed off. I should make it up to him…
— Forgot about the Hyunjae thing because I been sad or whatever. I was worried he'd tell Juyeon but when I bumped into them, Juyeon didn't bring it up. Anyway, I managed to apologise. He smiled and said I can pay him back with ice cream. He has a really pretty smile…
— I. Am going. To SCREAM. I thought I was just paying him back an ice cream but it ended up being an unintentional date? I mean I think so? What does "I haven't been on a date in a while but this was fun" mean???? I don't even have his number. I'm such an idiot.
— He asked. Why I was sad that time. I told him I was just feeling dumb about the assignment. I couldn't exactly tell him that I feel like I'm drowning on the inside and I just want to stop existing now could I? Anyway, he asked when our next date would be and I had to stop myself from malfunctioning because he really wants a date??? With me??? Something must be wrong with the boy.
— 2nd date?? Or first official date??? I dont know but it was… wow… I hate to sound this soppy but he gave me butterflies. I can't stop smiling. I think my face might break! We held hands and walked under the moonlight and spoke about the most random things. but I never want to forget this feeling. God, the second date and hes got me this bad? Help.
— Juyeon caught us kissing in the quad and put us both in a headlock for not telling him. Our first kiss too. Interrupted.
It's been a dreamy few weeks and I definitely have more than a crush on Hyunjae now. Whenever I'm around him I feel like all the stress in my body leaves. He's surprisingly insightful and an amazing listener. He makes me laugh and he's so silly and carefree around me. I noticed he tries to hold himself in a certain way when around other people, but the way he laughs and the way he doesn't care about embarrassing himself when it's just us two… it's making me really fall for him.
— Another person who won't let me isolate myself. Hyunjae showed up with takeout. He didn't even ask why I've not been around. He just started chatting and plating up the food. He said I look tired. He's right. I haven't been able to sleep. I just feel so worthless and stupid and tired and I just… what am I even doing here? It was so hard to not say all that to him when the dam inside of me is waiting to burst. But it's not like I'm not used to holding my tongue.
— It's been 2 days back at home and my mums already found ways to start nitpicking. I forgot how much of a control freak she could be. Still, it's nice to see her. She keeps asking why I'm smiling at my phone so much. Nosey fucker. I told her my friends are funny, but really its because Hyunjae keeps sending me funny selfies. He keeps asking why I screenshot them and I told him for blackmail purposes but really, its because he makes me smile.
— I don't know if I've ever truly felt loved, but God, the look in his eyes when he told me he loves me made me feel it. I can't believe it. He. Loves. Me. I was sure he said it by mistake but then he kissed me...and he said it again… and I can't describe the feeling in my chest, but wow…
Hyunjae pauses. Tears have gathered in his eyes unwillingly and he swipes them away in irritation.
He remembers the first time he told you he loved you. It wasn't long after you returned from break. The weeks apart had unexpectedly created a dull ache in his chest. One that only alleviated when he spoke to you. He wasn't expecting it to be honest, but he couldn't bring himself to run away from the feeling no matter how much it scared him.
His love for you strangles him. It's like cement filling his heart, leaving no room for it to function. He cries out. Fists hitting his chest to beat away the pain. He wants to read more. He still wants to know why but the only thing that fills his head is I love you I love you I love you—
Come back to me.
But you can't. And that's something he can't face yet.
A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?
Mingi really likes playing video games with his partner - there’s light teasing and he can get congratulatory or conciliatory hugs and kisses afterwards, so what’s not to love?
B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?
Mingi loves his partner’s smile and positivity, but he also really likes their hands and wrists, constantly pressing kisses there.
C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?
Mingi would speak in the low voice, getting close to his partner but now touching them, helping them with breathing exercises until they calm down.
D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?
Mingi will sometimes daydream about his future with his partner, will picture the house they’ll have, the pets, the small things they’ll do together...
E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?
Mingi likes to plan some things occasionally, but he is more passive than his partner
F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?
Mingi is very easy to forgive his partner, because he hates fighting with them. He’d much rather talk and discuss than fight, and will shut down if things get to aggressive
G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?
Mingi is very grateful for everything his partner does, and is very adamant about thanking his partner for those things.
H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?
Mingi and his partner don’t keep anything from each other, sharing everything (especially in the dead of night when they both have free time to talk)
I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?
I think Mingi would become an even stronger person with his partner by his side - he would still be himself, but able to be independent and do things on his own, with his partner’s support (and vice versa)
J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?
Mingi really doesn’t get jealous too often, he can usually keep those kinds of feelings in check. But if he does feel jealous, he’s very pouty and mopey until he gets his partner’s attention again.
K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?
Mingi’s kisses are always soft and sweet, almost like he’s scared to hurt his partner with any other type of kiss.
L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?
Mingi would try and write a song for his partner, but would get really frustrated until he just sits down, writing a heart-filled letter that he would hand to his partner, watching their face as they read it.
M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?
I think Mingi would daydream about his future wedding with his partner - he’d be so excited about showing his love for them in front of their family and friends, he would get so excited just thinking about it
N icknames - What do they call their s/o?
Baby, honey, cutie, sweetie, and anything remotely cute
O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?
Mingi can be very obvious when he’s in love - so much daydreaming and lovey-dovey staring at his partner, and a lot of talking about how amazing his partner is~
P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?
Mingi is very upfront about his relationship and will want to show off his partner at any opportunity. And he’s not shy about PDA whatsoever.
Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.
Mingi is very good at making sure he and his partner get their quality time together - whenever he’s tired and they’re around, it’s cuddle central~
R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?
Mingi can be very romantic, but totally in a cliche and cheesy way. And he would do whatever it takes to make his partner happy~
S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?
Mingi can be very supportive of his partner and vice versa, always supporting and believing in each other.
T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?
Mingi doesn’t always find the need to try new things with his partner, but he can’t deny that trying new things together isn’t fun!
U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?
Mingi would say he knows his partner really well, but he does find himself surprised
V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?
Mingi’s relationship is very important for him - they are a big part of his support system and healmost can’t imagine his life without his partner, so he’ll do whatever it takes to keep their relationship healthy and strong
W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.
When hihs partner expressed interest in playing a new Switch game, Mingi decided to get them matching Switch consoles so they could play the game together and be matching~
X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?
Mingi is very affectionate and very much likes cuddles and hugs and kisses and hand holding and any other physical way to express affection
Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?
It can be hard for Mingi, but he has some audio recordings on his phone of his partner that he listens to - and each have their own kind of message - love, encouragement, just his partner laughing...
Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?
Mingi will go to the ends of the earth for his partner
warnings: death scene by drowning, mentions of panic attacks, soft sex, mentions of greek gods, talks of resurrection, major character’s death. (if i forgot anything please tell me)
summary → “his reckless behaviour is a lesson that’s taught to everyone around the world, parents scare their kids with his story, he was just a boy back then, yet, he never knew he was the moral of this tragic story, the boy who died because he flew too close to the sun.”
a/n: happy birthday to our best boy, lee taeyong💗 i literally spent 10 months writing this fic, it became one of my personal favourites, please appreciate my hard work by giving me feedback and reblogs so it reaches bigger audience. this is my way to celebrate bubu’s birthday, i hope you enjoy the fic. thank you. 💖
Crete, 12th century B.C.
Soaring above Crete, on wings made from wax and feathers, Icarus, the son of Daedalus, defied the laws of both man and nature, ignoring the warnings from his father, he rose higher and higher. To witnesses on the ground, he looked like a god, and as he peered down from above, he felt like one too. But, in mythological ancient Greece, the line that separated god from man was absolute, and the punishment for mortals who attempted to cross it was severe. Such was the case for Icarus and Daedalus.
Daedalus could only watch in horror as Icarus ascended higher and higher, powerless to change his son’s dire fate. When the heat of the sun melted the wax on his wings, Icarus fell from the sky, just as Daedalus many times had ignored the consequences of defying the natural laws of mortal men in the service of his ego, Icarus was also carried away by his own hubris.
WARNINGS. — mentions of intoxication, alcohol, and infidelity.
WORD COUNT. — 1k
it’s hard to let go of the person you love, especially when he’s the right person you met at the wrong time, but you have to—even though it hurts.
AUTHOR'S NOTE. — happy birthday bubu!! i'm sorry for writing depressing shit for your day but i really am not <//3 also, feedback would be greatly appreciated!!
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the black and white spots in your vision don’t seem to vanish despite your countless attempts to blink them away. it’s a miracle you even made your way back home unscathed at this hour. although, you and your friends are very much well-acquainted with this scene. the typical party animals often portrayed on television don’t stray too far from the kind of crowd you’ve surrounded yourself with, much to the displeasure of your boyfriend, that is.
you open the front door of your shared apartment only to be met with a frown and knitted brows. suppressing the impending sigh of exasperation from leaving your lips, you make a move to walk past him and call it a night. the fatigue was finally settling in your bones, and you ached to just lay down. he, of course, doesn’t let you go that easily. how silly of you to think that this wasn’t going to end up much like every other night—in tears and frustration.
“where’ve you been, huh?” taeyong questioned with a slight bite to his tone. you stubbornly disregard his question, though, choosing instead to keep silent. your eyes fleet from object to object, yet never landing on the man right in front of you. “of course,” he tsks at your lack of a response, or any reaction for that matter, shaking his head. “i don’t even know why i bother with your irritating ass.”
there was a time when his remarks about your particularly wild lifestyle would rub you the wrong way, but not anymore. you’ve grown numb to the constant confrontation that awaits you at the end of the temporary bliss every night out brings. it makes you wonder how your once seemingly perfect relationship could’ve ended up this way.
“well, if i’m as irritating as you say i am, then just leave. i can assure you that there’s absolutely no one stopping you.”
his eyes visibly soften, shoulders dropping. “you know that’s not what i meant, y/n,” he says, almost in a whisper.
to say he was exhausted wouldn’t even begin to describe all the emotions bubbling up in his chest at this moment. he doesn’t know when you started to change; all he knows is that you did. he doesn’t blame you for it, though—he could never do that. it’s undeniable that he still feels for you, and deep down, he knows you do, too. perhaps, you two were simply not meant to last.
he doesn’t even try to stop you when you finally push past him and shakily climb the stairs, undoubtedly headed for the guest room again. he can’t help the bitter exhale that leaves him as he hears the sound of your footsteps slowly fade until it’s just a memory in his mind. seems familiar, doesn’t it?
taeyong was perfect in every sense of the word—well, to you at least. it’s no surprise that young, gullible y/n fell victim to his kind eyes and warm smile just like that.
but you aren’t young or gullible anymore.
you know that meeting him when you did was a coincidence that never should’ve happened. back then, you had absolutely no clue of what you really wanted in life, and neither did he. yet, for some unknown, cruel twist of fate, the universe allowed for you to cross paths.
soon after your relationship began, you realize that you wanted more. not from him, but from life. after all, there was nothing quite like the rush in your head after your nth shot of tequila or the giddiness that accompanied being in the middle of the dance floor. you lived for the thrill of nightlife, and commitment didn’t seem as appealing as it used to.
you were never unfaithful to taeyong—you could never do that to him. but it would be a lie to say that the thought has not once crossed your mind. you know that you’d never feel for anyone one else the same way you do for him. still, you can’t blame a person for wanting to live a little. being with taeyong meant stability—something some random stranger you met at a bar could never provide you with—but where’s the fun in that?
a lone tear that runs down the side of your face pulls you out of your thoughts. you wipe it away, knowing full well what you have to do. this ending was inevitable anyway.
waking from his slumber, taeyong blinks his eyes at the sunlight peeking through his curtains. he rubs the sleep from his eyes as his vision clears. your side of the bed remains unmade and cold as it has been for weeks now. he groans as he gets out of bed to check on you.
twisting the doorknob of the guest room, he’s met with an empty space and neatly made bed. he feels his heartbeat quicken, nervousness slowly creeping up to him. the panic only settles when he sees your belongings cleared from every corner of the room as if you were never even there to begin with. a note by your bedside table was the only thing left behind. with trembling hands, he reaches for the delicate piece of paper.
he takes a deep breath before laying his eyes upon your messy, rushed handwriting, a contrast to the usual neat one he’s been accustomed to. he releases a shaky breath upon reading the three brief sentences you’ve written down. tears well up in his eyes as the implications of your note finally dawn upon him.
this was it.
for all the times he’s lied to himself, saying everything will be okay, this was really it. and he knows there’s nothing he can do to change your mind anymore. you were both in two different places, and you understood that, accepted it even. it’s about time he did too.
“i love you, taeyong, truly. but i just don’t think we should be together for the time being. believe me when i say that i could love you forever, just as long as forever doesn’t start right now.”
☀︎ genre: angst, squint of fluff, but ghost au, hanahaki au and mentions of death
☀︎ wc: 866
☀︎ plot: you’re back for a reason, and you knew why as the discovery of your pained best friend is the reason that you couldn’t move on. so for you to go into the next life, you were given a chance to give him some closure and to forget the ghost of you; but he couldn’t.
☀︎ a/n: welcome to track 9 i think, where we’re already practically halfway there!! once again this is also a part of the dialogue event that is ongoing and i hope that you guys have liked this piece that i’ve made with the roaring thunder that was going on when i wrote it :)) see you guys at the next track!!
☀︎ 21: “I’m mad at you.” “I know. You want some gummy bears?”
An eternal eclipse; it had been weeks since the Earth last felt the sun’s touch, the air a musty film of dust and blood— the blood of so many that taunts the desolate sky, that rains down to sink into barren soil, marrs the concrete, tar, steel and glass structures and paints the world in the tragedy it has become.
The cities are no different than the rest of the earth. The countryside, the sea, deserts, mountains, all are a landfill of bodies, if you could even call them that; wings of black and once a pure essence of white attached to beings that appeared only half human— these so-called angels and demons that have condemned the world to darkness.
It seems the world is damned. Abandoned. Cursed. There is no absolution here.
