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Bigbang scenarios to feed your feels. Mobile Masterlist

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I just found your blog but it seems like you've stopped writing. On the off chance you ever come back I just wanted to say your writing is amazing. I spent the last few days reading everything you've written and wishing there was more. Thank you for all the amazing stories.

Thank you <3

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GD - watching tv and cuddling leads to more..

The television droned an uninteresting plot as watched,completely robotic, as though you were looking beyond the screen.  Your mind conjured lazy thoughts, swirling inyour mind with the speed of molasses. A smile spread on your lips when you feltJiyong pull you closer into in, wrapping his long arm. You readjusted your headon the crook of his shoulder, sighing when he pressed a kiss atop your head.  

The movie continued to play, but your mind began itswandering streak. You thought of the color yellow, and pillows…then lips,Jiyong’s lips…his lips on secret places.

The sudden image caught you off guard, but the more detailyou gave, the greater the pang of desire pooled between your legs. You bit downon your lip, doing your best to focus on the movie. But no number of moviescould disperse the images playing in your mind. You wanted him so bad, and you couldn’t very well waitfor him to make a movie, could you?

No, definitely not.

Hiding the mischievous grin that now adorned your features,your hand subtly made its way down his chest, stopping for a second before youbrushed his length in what could have been an innocent accident.

You felt him old his breath for a fraction of a secondbefore he returned to his regular rhythm. With more determination, you tracedthe waistband of his basketball shorts, fingers delving under. You could feelhis gaze burning into you, and without looking for his reaction, you dippedyour hand inside, encasing the velvet-like feel of his length. It hardenedunder your touch, and you pumped it once, earning a groan.

Securing your hold on him, you angled your arm and repeatedthe process, gently squeezing him with every stoke. Jiyong grunted out your name,snapping his hips to meet your movements. The arm around you tightened, and youlicked your lips at the thought of him inside your mouth.

Letting him go, you removed yourself from him and crawledover him until you kneeled on the bed between his legs. He looked up at youwith glazed eyes as your fingers hooked around his waistband. Slowly youdragged it down as he lifted his hips up to help you. His length sprang up andonce you’d discarded the hindering attire, you leaned down.

Your tongue licked the tip of hardness before taking himinto your mouth.

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Seungri reassures u that there's nothing going on with him and Ellen Adarna (a Filipina actress) after his trip in Indonesia.

“What do I have to do for you to believe me? I didn’t fuckher!” His heated words sent shivers up your spine as you stood your ground,eyes blaring.

“If your trip to Indonesia was for business purposes why wasshe there?”

Seunghyun threw his fists up in resignation. “I don’tfucking know why. She just was, and we happened to be in the same club NHR hadthe set. I don’t keep tabs on her.”

You wanted to believe him, really, you did. But he’d cheatedonce before—early in your relationship, and the thought of you being made afool again only angered you. You’d done everythingto have a prosperous relationship. Dating an Idol wasn’t easy, and therewere plenty of times you wanted to throw in the towel and tell him to get bent,but you weren’t going to lie to yourself—you loved him, burned for him.

With a deep sigh, you held your position before him, placingthe palm of your hand atop your forehead, closing your eyes to still the racingthoughts buzzing through you.

“Baby,” he called, and you could clearly hear the annoyance inhis voice.

“What,” you snapped, eyes fluttering open to see his visiongrow wild with blaring anger.

A hint of mocking smirk graced his lips as he took severalangry steps towards you. “You really think I fucked her, don’t you? You reallythink I’d risk you to get one off?”

Hearing said so bluntly filled you with remorse, and beforeyou could retract your words you found yourself being assaulted by his lips.

Rage filled his bruising kiss as his fingers held your headstill. He tugged roughly on your lips, growling against the kiss when you letout a soft whimper. He wasn’t going to allow you to even waste time on theidea. He was going to show you just how much he craved you while he’d been gone—howunsatisfying his hands were in place of your pretty cunt.

His fingers busied themselves in gripped your waist, and hehoped to the heavens that you were ready for him because he wanted to skip theforeplay. This wasn’t about slow and tender. He had a point to prove, as crassas it was, he was going to fill every inch of you until you understood why you’druined him for anyone else.

You stumbled as he pushed you along until your backsidepressed against the dining table. He wasted no time in turning you around andpushing you onto the glass surface. His fingers traced your spine, and he bitdown his lip at the sound you made. The moan shot straight to his cock, and soonhe found himself pressing himself into your backside, groaning at the teasingfriction.

He leaned over you, his chest covering your back as histongue licked the shell of your ear. His tone was low and promising when hespoke out, “I’m going to show you just how wrongyou are to accuse me. When I’m done you’re not going to get out of bed soeasily.”  

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Seungri, he exposes his sensual and deeper side that he doesn't reveal to others to you to prove his hidden maturity

The musky scent of essentials danced around you. As you closed the door, you realized the room was filled with candles that lit up every corner. A small light of panic stirred then, horrified that you may have forgotten an important date.

“Baby?”

Your body instantly warmed at the sound of Seunghyun’s voice. Walking deeper into the room, you smiled affectionately as the image of him sitting on the couch with two glasses of wine in front of him filled your vision.

He rose and walked over to you with careful steps before matching your smile with his own, lips hovering so close that you could taste the wine on them. His wandering fingers sent jolts of pleasure through your body, and soon you found yourself pressed against him as his lips slanted over you.

When the breathtaking kiss was over, you looked at him with curiosity, biting down on your lip for fear of what you’ve forgotten.

“Seung…did I forget an important day?”

His chuckle rang in your ears, and it was so lovely that you wanted to spend the rest of your life hearing it.

He brushed an insurgent strand of hair behind your ear, the pads of his fingers tracing your jaw while he held your gaze with a hint of a smirk on his lips.

“No, baby. Tonight, is for you.” He leaned in, lips leaving teasing kisses on the nape of your neck until they hovered over your ear. “I’m going to take my time touching you, pleasing you, until you’re begging me to go faster.”

Your breathing grew ragged, even more so as you felt his fingers unbutton your blouse with sluggish movements. Desire bloomed within you as the heat of his words filled your senses.

The previous moments had been a blur, one minute he’d been progressing his devious plans, and the other you found yourself under him—a victim to his devilish fingers as they rhythmically pumped into you. He was slow in his movements, teasing you with the tip of his tongue as it tasted every inch of your skin before claiming your lips.

“That’s it, baby. Let me hear how good it feels,” his groaned out.

Your back arched as he brought you close, crying out when his thumb pressed against your sensitive bud.

“Seung, I, I want you,”

“You want me to what, baby?”

“I want you to fuck me, please,”

You felt him grin at that, and in one swift movement you choked out a gasp of pleasure as filled you. His mouth latched itself onto your neck, and he pumped into you slowly and deeply, filling you to the brim with each stroke of pleasure until stars burst behind your eyelids.

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Do you have some sort of masterlist?😊

Of course!

Find the masterlist here.

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THANKS FOR THE COFFIN 'CAUSE I NEEDED IT. Jeebus. That was too much :'D <3

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TOP - you discover mirrored walls aren't just for interior aesthetics 😏

Edges of the mirrored wall that you’d previously been admiring dug into your back as Seunghyun pushed you against the cool surface, his lips ravishing every ounce of your own. You could feel the heat of want pool at the center of your thighs and you pressed them together in hopes that it would alleviate some of the tension. Seunghyun seemed to have other ideas, because soon he left a trail of kisses down your neck and chest, slowly moving into a kneeling position as his hands traced the sides of your body.

You pressed your head against the mirror, chest heaving out as you felt his hands trace up your thighs, eyes burning into you. His searing fingers tugged your garments down until you were free of the barrier. He knelt before you, like a man paying respects to his Goddess as he placed one of your legs over his shoulder. Your palms were instantly pressed against the mirror, uncaring of any marks that may mar the once pristine surface as you felt his hot breath trickled over your sensitive flesh.

“Seung—,” you gasped out at the feel of his tongue tracing your slit with precision before it dipped into you. The vibration of his satisfied moan caused your knees to buckle. He only steadied you, pushing you further into the mirror as his tongue continued his assault on your nether lips. He felt like a mad man, with days lacking in sustenance driving him to taste every inch of you.

Your fingers dug into his locks, pushing him into you, crying out when his tongue lapped at the center of your bud. Jolts of pleasure pierced your skin with electric power. His fingers dug into your hips as his tongue continued to bring you closer to release. You felt one of his hands snake to your backside, and he pushed you further into his face as though his goal was to lose himself inside of you and when he made you come, stars burst in your eyes.

You’d forgotten all about minding the mirror with your finger print after.

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Taeyang, the power goes out from heavy storms

He was on the edge of his seat, biceps flexing with tension as his fingers moved over the control with careful precision. He was so close to finishing the game, so close to finding out then ending—and then his world turned black, literally blinked into darkness as thunder roared through the sky.

He heard you scurry in soon after as he flopped back into the couch with a defeated, and very dramatic, sigh. His eyes squinted through the sudden darkness, watching with curiosity as you went about lighting candles. Youngbae fought the amused smile from spreading on his lips as you continued your careful movements. He understood your affinity for the waxy things—they did seem useful.

Your silhouette washed over the soft lighting as you looked out the window and Youngbae grew breathless. He continued to watch you in silence, admiring the curves that he suddenly felt very inclined to feel. You hummed out, and the effects of your melodic gesture sent a wave of electricity straight to his cock.

So wrapped in your own world, you let out a satisfying squeak when he took hold of your arm and pulled you onto him. He chuckled as his hands helped maneuver you so that you sat atop him with your back against his chest. His hips jerked up as he leaned further onto the couch and he knew you could feel him from your position, he knew it because he felt you subtly grind your backside into him.

Youngbae let out a low groan in satisfaction as his hands roamed your thighs, lips tasting the skin of your neck while you sunk your fingers into his thighs. He was grateful you’d been wearing pajama shorts. He nibbled on your neck, teasing with his tongue as your muffled sighs of pleasure filled his ears. The singer traced the inside of your thigh as his other palm pressed against your abdomen to still your movements.

He ground against you, desperately needing the friction to ease a bit of the need you caused him. As his fingers slipped into the crevices of your shorts, he nibbled on your ear. A groan resonated from him at the feel of your slick folds, so ready for him to slip his length inside you. The image only fueled his desire. He breathed harshly against your ear as he continued to toy with your sensitive bud, your moans only egging him on.

“Are you ready for me, baby,” he huffed out breathlessly, slipping another finger into.

He felt you press your head against his shoulder, eyes clenched. “Yes, baby, god yes,” you choked out.

Knowing you were close, he pulled out of you, chuckling in response when you grunted out I frustration. He didn’t allow you to voice your annoyance because he instantly pushed you off, pulling you again so that you fell onto the sofa with him in tow. His lips slanted over you repeatedly, grinding into you, swallowing the moans that slipped through your lips.

Your fingers dug into his back, legs wrapping tightly around his waist and he lost it. Pulling away, he stood to tug off your shorts and panties, throwing off carelessly before doing the same with his own. He watched with blazing eyes as you licked your lips, and fuck if he didn’t touch himself to you. His fingers encircled his shaft, squeezing gently before pumping once in preparation, teasing himself because nothing would feel as good until he was inside of you.

“Baby, please, I need you inside of me.”

He grunted in response, nestling between the apex of your legs. Who was he to deny the woman he loved? Pressing his lips against yours against, he let out a mumbled “fuck” when he slipped into your slick fold, and proceeded to fuck you into oblivion.

He was grateful that the lights had gone out.

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Daesung, you surprise him at his hotel in Japan after a concert.

It wasn’t the first time you’d surprisedhim like this, but his reaction was always the same—hungry eyes that followedyour slow movements as you advanced towards him. You watched as he bit down onhis lip, the bag he’d been holding discarded to the side as he closed the gapbetween your bodies. His eyes were always your undoing, the waythose chocolate orbs seemed to render a filthyneed when he was away from you for extended periods of time.

You shivered as he pulled your hips,pressing them against him. You’d expected this response, after all, you’d madesure to wear his favorite lingerie, the one he’d gifted you on your birthday.

His lips moved to kiss the trail of yourneck as you held on for dear life, having already been high-strung from thedesire to feel him inside you. His strong hands dug into your backside, moldingthem against his touch before he hoisted you up, pressing you against the wall.He looked up at you, grinning with those devilish lips. Even after the yearsthe two of you were together, it was still surreal to see this side of him. Hehid it so well that after the sex you’d lay back and wonder if you’d imaginedit.

Any thoughts that swirled inside yourheads promptly stilled when he began to suck over your clothed nipple. You letout a low moan, grinding yourself against him in hopes that the action wouldbring a bit of relief that swelled between your legs. His lips slanted overyours again, arms encircling you tightly before he’d taken you to the bed,following closely as he laid you on the mattress. He wasted no time in riddingyou of the lace panties before his fingers filled you. Your back arched asthough of its own accord and you gripped at your sides as he continued toassault your body with pleasurable sensations.

“Please,” you rasped out, huffing out infrustration when you felt his lips grin against your navel.

He stopped moving, looking up at you,before raising a brow. “Please, what?”

Bucking your hips, he chuckled, rewardingyour impatience by entering a second digit into your slick folds. But it wasn’tenough—you needed more, all of him.

“Please, fuck me.”

His groan filled your ears in response toyour pleas and you bite down on your lip in anticipation at the sound of hiszipper.

“You’re not going to be able to get upwhen I’m done with you, baby.”

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I also need to suddenly be semi-active bcoz I need to update my collections of photos. Nevertheless, u legit made me happy. Hahahaha. Thank u!

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Humyghhad. As I read ur reply, I'm legit fangirling ryt now XD Hahahahaha As for d reason y i'm M.I.A in tumblr for months now, I honestly don't know d exact reason. Perhaps becoz I don't have enough time to browse, or bcoz tumblr is quite addicting for me, I don't want to be outdated hence I temporarily stopped (does it make sense? ), and/or u stopped updating (not lying though) it's hard to find stories that are worth ur time. Did u missed me? Haha. Please do. Hahaha.

Omg, fan-girling over me ? I don’t believe it. I understand it! Tumblr can be a dangerous place. At least you know your limits lol. Oh man, don’t let my laziness deter you away from the site. I have a few recommendations for scenario writers but they’re all in the Infinite fandom sob. Of course I did, silly! You helped me finish my story over at aff. 

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How many parts are there for "White lilies"?

There are 6 parts in total. Read them all here.

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GD | INERTIA CREEPS | ✘ | M+|

              ♫ Recollect me darling, raise me to your lips                  Two undernourished egos, four rotating hips Hold on to me tightly, I'm a sliding scale Can't endure, then you can inhale clearly

Growing up, you were often told that love was an uplifting emotion. It was filled with a sort of sentimental plush, and your sweetheart was the one who could raise you to cloud nine. It was an image of romance that you always carried in the back of your mind through your teenage years…and admittedly, some small, brief moments in your adult life.

When you’d imaged the man of your dreams, it was always with gentle hands and soft kisses on the nape of your neck, sweet words whispered in your ear while he made love to you. It was an image that always seemed to fill your heart with the patience you needed to wade through the turmoil caused by life’s dalliances.

And when you’d first met Jiyong, you foolishly hoped that he would be the one to cause the uplifting emotion.

But your parents never told you that love could sometimes be dark. They didn’t inform you that oftentimes kisses could be rough, and teeth could sink into skin until they marred flesh. It was never a truth in your reality that nails could scrape and draw blood—that grunts could be pushed into your ears while you fucked. Because these mannerisms left no room for a more dulcet interaction.

It was primitive, it was shadows and harsh pleas—it wasn’t meant to fill the heart with warmth, it was created to drown you in hot, raw fire.

You felt his fingers tighten around the locks of hair they gripped, pushing himself deeper into your mouth. He let out a low, rasped moan when you did your best to accommodate him, tongue tracing the edge of his shaft as he steadied you up his length. You sensed his hesitation to snap his hips at the sensations you were providing him, and this knowledge flushed your body with smug satisfaction.

“Fuck,” he grunted out, and soon you felt him pull you off him.

Your glazed-over eyes watched him carefully, tongue darting out to trace your lower lip as he watched with a look you couldn’t decipher.

It was a game the two of you often played in the darkness of his room. Always his, because he’d once said that your bed felt too soft, too full to be sullied. You hadn’t understood what he meant until he’d taken you on his dark sheets.

He advanced on you, placing his palm inches below your chest as he eased you on the bed. Your breath came out in short huffs, and you glared as he grinned lazily down at you. He was a bastard—a corrupted human that filled your head with dark intents.

But you love this—love him, a small voice resonated truth in the dark crevices of your mind.

His lips were on you in an instant, tugging roughly on the flesh as his nails scraped the edges of your body, leaving trails of his touch as though he were mapping your skin for the world to see that you would only crave his touch.

As they neared the center of your pleasure, he pulled away from the searing kiss, dark, heavy-lidded eyes watching you. He wanted something from you, and you knew that he wouldn’t give you what you wanted until you complied. It was fucking maddening, so much so that your fingers dug into his shoulders in hopes that the sting you knew they were causing would make him continue, but he only grinned down at you, dark promises spilling into you with just his look and it only fueled the desire for him to be inside you more.

“Bastard,” you huffed out, eyes clenching shut when you felt his fingers slip into your folds, pushing further in until he had no choice but you slowly pull out, all while avoiding your bud.

“Say it,” he commanded, curling his digits inside you.

Never in your life had you encountered such a nefarious being. You hated him, loathed that he could make you bend to his will with his touch. And you wished that you could rid yourself forever of him—this dark knight from your nightmares cast down to take you away from the tower you’d waited your entire life to be saved from.

But this was not a fairytale, and he was most certainly not here to rescue you in any way. He was a lesson life had personified—love is not always uplifting, and sometimes your sweetheart is not meant to take you up to cloud nine.

You let out a long breath, body shaking with a release you were being denied. He must have not enjoyed the fact that you were ignoring him, finding ways to compose yourself, because you felt his teeth bite your earlobe as he finally pressed his thumb against your bud in warning.

“I won’t ask again,” he growled.

And you opened your eyes through the blackness, gazing into his dim pools of lust. Some people weren’t meant to have a dazzling love-affair, some were destined to love in the dark—in shadows.

After a long pause, you closed your eyes again and whispered out, “I love you.”

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Hi! As I was in the brink of getting bored, I decided to check on asianfanfic to stay awake. However, as I was typing to search the website, ur tumblr account suddenly popped out of my mind. I hurriedly checked tumblr, and yaaaasss, I'm so glad u made an update. T-T :D hope u're doin' fine. As always, ur stories seriously moved me. The pang I feel whenever I read ur stories never fades, it has always been there, waitin' to be pricked. Thank u. I'm so happy u're back (i'm back also XD) ;)

HI, HI! I was wondering where you’ve been! So nice to see this in my inbox. As always, I’m so happy that you enjoy. :)

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Sometimes I hate how accurately you describe TOP's mannerisms :'D but I love that both of them seem to have slight trepidation about their encounter. It's like they both have warning signs above their heads but they're choosing to ignore it lol.

Sometimes I hate it too because it shows that I’ve seen/read way too many interviews. 

Haven’t we all chosen to ignore our logic some time? 

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TOPRI | THE BOOK OF LOVE | ✫ |

Part II of The Book of Love

You prided yourself in being a very patient person. When you were young, the need to have candy in your mouth was so great that you’d throw loud tantrums until you got what you wanted. The older you got, the easier it was to agree that you’d wait. There was a certain finesse in being patient one needed, and although it had not come easily to you, it was an art form you’d mastered years ago.

At least, that was the case until you frowned at the text message lighting up your phone. You shouldn’t have been too upset. You’d known he was working on a new album, and with NHR taking most of his time, you were lucky if you even got a response back.

This coffee date was his idea, you mentally huffed, quickly typing up a response filled with understanding. And though you didn’t want to, annoyance pressed against your fingers with every firm press of the touchscreen you did.

Dating an entrepreneur was not an easy feat. His mind was constantly whirling with ideas—it was a charming characteristic in the beginning, and still you found it mesmerizing how talented it he was, you found yourself playing catch-up with him these days. It’d been the fourth time he’d set up a date and cancelled it once you had arrived at the setting.

Hours seemed to tick past, and you chose to stay at the comforting café, engulfing your mind in the book you’d purchased days ago. And though the door opened and closed various times over, your sole focus remained on the story before you. It’d been such a immersive piece of literature that you hadn’t noticed a familiar face that regarded you from afar, a steaming cup of coffee in his hand.

Seunghyun Choi was attempting to escape the world. If he had the ability to conjure any superpower he would choose invisibility. Stealth had been his friend through the years of stardom, and though he was a professional in every sense when it came to it, he couldn’t fail to admit just how ragged it had run him. Times such as these, the rapper found himself contemplating just what sort of reality he’d be living had he never made it in the music industry.

I wouldn’t be able to afford my Be@rbrick collection, he mused.

As he was handed his coffee, his gaze wandered about the quaint café, deciding if he should chance the cold or find a reclusive spot to unwind for a while. That was when his eyes found you sitting at a small table by yourself. He was surprised to see you, and silently wondered if you were hiding as well.

It almost seemed right for you to be in this sort of setting as opposed to the strobe lights and blaring music where he’d first encountered you. Though his friend tried creating an acquaintance between the two of you, Seunghyun hadn’t bothered to extend his invitation outside of the conversation, and eventually, he’d even forgotten the encounter.

Liar, a small voice in his mind whispered.

True, though he’d only met you for a brief few moments, he’d never failed to notice how odd you looked standing beside his younger bandmate. He’d always envisioned an outgoing, talkative woman standing beside the other. It wasn’t a terrible thing that you contrasted him, it was simply curious to him, especially because Seunghyun had fought himself the remainder of the night to stop his eyes from wandering to you after he’d dismissed himself—Seungri’s past women had never done that before.

But whatever logic had helped him do so that night was clearly not present on this cold afternoon, because before he’d realized it, Seunghyun stood in front of you, clearing his throat and smiling politely at you.

Surprise sparked in your mind as you looked up from your book. Finding his smile infectious, you soon graced him with your own.

“Hello, again,” you managed.

He was silent for a pregnant pause that you wondered if you were supposed to have greeted him in a different manner. But it must have been a figment of your imagination because he soon broke the silence.

“Are you on your own today?”

You had had to bite your tongue before the words you truly wanted to admit spilled. I’m on my own most days now.

“I am. It was a busy day for Seung so thought I’d catch up on some reading. What are you up to?”

His eyes were so enthralling that you broke the gaze, gripping the second coffee you’d purchased during your visit. The heat seemed to bring some sense to you. It warmed your fingers until they tingled.

“Just getting lost,” he answered, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand as he turned to look at the café residents before setting his gaze on you once more.

“Would you like some company?”

There was something about the softness in his voice that seemed to calm you. Though your gut instinct was to make up an excuse and leave, you found your voice contradicting your mind, and before you could stop it, you’d extended your arm as indication that he should sit in front of you and join in on your temporary solace.

It had been a terrible mistake. He’d been so interesting, so emotive and in tune with various subjects that you were able to keep up with. Though the conversation jumped from one thing to another, it was easy to maintain the palaver, like two old friends reunited after years apart.

Seunghyun should have known it was a terrible idea. He watched with interest how you expressed yourself, eyes shining with intensity as the two of you brushed over strange facts and upcoming artists. He’d never found himself so pleased to share a corner of the world with someone he’d hardly known. It was comforting—too feel connected. It wasn’t often that he could feel at ease these days. It appeared the older he grew, the more difficult it was to pull himself out of his solitude.

“I think one has to have an air of strangeness if they’re going to create beautiful things.”

It was an interesting notion, and Seunghyun was so curious that he didn’t notice himself leaning further into the table with raptured eyes. He rose an eyebrow, a hint of an amused smirk quirking the corners of his mouth up.

“I think you’re going to have to elaborate on that, if you don’t mind.”

He wondered if you were trying to hide the mild embarrassment he could see staining your cheek. It was charming, and Seunghyun didn’t bother to hide his laugh as you huffed out.

“Well, think of Van Gogh. When he painted The Starry Night, he was a patient at a psychiatric ward. He would have never created such a piece had he not checked himself into the facility. It’s heartbreaking at times, but I think strangeness is a quality all creative minds contain.”

There was no doubt in his mind that this encounter would not end well for him. Seunghyun took a sip of his coffee. He’d never once been envious of his band mates until now.

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Signs is so heart wrenching it's the first time I cried reading a scenario. Keep up the great work.

Oh gosh. I know this sounds rude but that makes me happy bc that is exactly the reaction I was looking for! Thank you! 💙