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When the government is corrupt, people with bad ideas getting powers, too much negativity going on in the world, the people who help fix that are a special bunch. Appointed to raise moral and boost positivity. These are seven of the most beloved heroes.

This is their stories.

Seokin: Love gaze. Makes people fall in love. If their gaze is broken, they'll break the trance and return to whatever havoc they were creating. Drawbacks are he only has two eyes and can only stare at one person, uses it mostly over TV. He carries around eye drops.

Yoongi: Dream sleep. Works when he's asleep, his dreams come to reality. He has insomnia so he doesn't sleep often. Drawbacks are that he has to be fully under the REM cycle. His dreams cannot manipulate people or animals, anything sentient. He's always tired due to his insomnia

Hoesok: Light. His power can manipulate the light around him, using it to blind others or to grow crops quicker. He rides on Namjoon's back when they fight. His light manipulation doesn't have any drawbacks but he needs light so he's weak against darkness and winter

Namjoon: shards. He's got glass wings. His power is magnify, his wings act as the glass and he can see through them. He and Hoseok are partners. He can also shoot glass out of his wings but it's excruciating. Breaking more then a few pieces at once might cause him to enter a coma

Taehyung: Portals. He can open up portals but they have to be places he's visited before to create one there. He can only have two open at once, and they last for thirty minutes, longer then that will stress him out to the point that he'd create a black hole that absorbs anything

Jimin: Water dance. Can move the water with his movement, he has to be fully dancing whilst attacking with it. If he stops it'll stop following his commands. If he pushes himself too far, his organs will start to liquefy. Lost a kidney and part of his liver. Can't drink alcohol.

Jeongguk: Consume. Can replicate others powers for short periods of time. He has to be around the person he wants to replicate and can only do one power at a time. If he does more then one power at a time or pushes himself too far, He gets amnesia, It wears off after a while.

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The whispers that roamed the classrooms, hushed voices spilled into nonsensical murmurs. They spoke truth mixed with lies, a hurtful concoction that was meant to poison you each time your ears caught the familiar hum of someone saying your name.

What had you done wrong?

You had spoken to Byun Baekhyun. Twice.

The rules that the campus had set for cute boys were to be followed apparently, even if you didn’t know they were a thing.

At first it had been before class, a simple pencil drop and the two of two of you swapped pleasantries before class began.

Then it was at a party you had been dragged to go to, it was filled with unfamiliar faces grinding on each other and sipping alcohol from plastic cups.

He was the familiar face that you found solace in, finding that parties were neither of your favorite places, yet partnered with extroverts that knew everyone.

The two of you tucked yourself into a small corner, hidden away from the party and talked. He was a vocal major with a minor in pastries. Or as he said, a reason to stop at his apartment and get a box of cookies at any godforsaken hour.

There were shared giggles and at some point during the night where the music got quiet and the only other people you could see were the ones making out, you slipped out. Holding hands and laughing as you ran from the house, adrenaline coursing through your veins.

You ended up at a taco truck, both of you too sweaty to pretend like you were sober. So off you slurred, ordering tacos and adding a stumble in here or there.

Baekhyun followed suit, singing off tune to some familiar pop song but every other word was replaced with a color.

The cook was not amused but you two were, drunkenly singing and doing little dances to Baekhyun’s incoherent song.

Sober tacos were just as good as drunk ones, maybe even better if you’re pretending to be drunk.

With the hushed whispers, words coated in poison, you wouldn’t trade that night for your normal.

Not when that night led to Baekhyun curled up in your bed, laughing at some nonsense and humming along to whatever was playing.

Maybe it wasn’t pretending to be drunk, it was just Baekhyun.

Only Baekhyun.

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It had been difficult to accept your feelings, he was your brothers best friend, and a year younger than you to boot.

Lee Felix, the perfect boy in your eyes. You and Jisung had moved to Seoul when you were younger, he had become one of your brothers friends almost instantly.

Soon enough he was over at your house every day after school, even on weekends he showed up. It was like you were trapped in your own house.

It was along your second year of high school, when the duo had entered the same school as you that everything had begun to change.

Slowly but surely, the duo had stopped hanging out. Instead of hearing the two of them cackling at their stupid jokes, you were met with a shut door and silence.

The two didn’t speak to each other anymore, and you were in the middle of it all. You were a part of the same dance club as Felix, but you were also related to Jisung so you steered clear of running into the other whilst with one.

Needless to say, you were tired of tiptoeing around, exhausted of lying to the both of them. Most of all, you were upset that you didn’t even know what had made the two of them stop speaking.

So instead of attempting to ask them what had happened (which you had tried on multiple occasions) you stopped talking to both of them. Which sounds a lot harder than it actually was, you just stopped making plans and getting home early.

Both of them had their own lives and why couldn’t you? It wasn’t your job to look after them, they were almost as old as you were.

The first few days they had assumed something was off, maybe you were mad or just busy. After the second week, they knew something was wrong, but hadn’t asked.

You missed them, you missed watching movies with Jisung and hanging out after dance club with Felix. But what was the point hanging with them if you felt guilty? You’d rather feel miserable like this instead.

It’s been three weeks, no questions, no calls. Nothing that made it seem like they missed you. Sure, you lived in the same house with Jisung but at this point it felt like you were nothing more than strangers.

“Han Jisung! Take your lunch!”

You were eating breakfast at the table, watching your mother nag Jisung. If it had been any different you would’ve stopped her, distracted her. But those times had changed.

“Mom, I’m leaving.”

Grabbing your bag, you squeezed past Jisung and slipped on your shoes. Opening up the door and leaving, shutting the door behind you.

The leaves were beginning to change. From their green they had become a red, they clutched onto the trees so the wind wouldn’t sweep them away.

This time last year, you had hung out with Felix. You had skipped school and went to a cat cafe, stopping by an arcade on the way.

That was the day you had accepted the butterflies swirling in your stomach.

“Ya! Get out of the way.”

A certain brunette rustled your hair, pushing you. Sighing, you stepped back onto the sidewalk, rolling your eyes at Hyunjin.

“You ever planning on growing up?” You asked, avoiding the cracks on the cement.

“Nope!”

Hyunjin laughed, swinging an arm over your shoulder. It made you stumble, only regaining your balance after you had taken some wonky steps forward.

“You are my least favorite person ever.” You glared at the teen, making him shrug with a grin plastered on his face.

You had become friends with Hyunjin before the three of you split up, but the two of you hadn’t been this close. His mom loved it, calling you a good influence on her son.

That was a nice change, you liked people wanting you around. You wanted to be liked, to be needed. There was a hole in your heart from the two boys, and while Hyunjin wasn’t a replacement, he was someone you could make room for.

“Mom wants you to come over tonight, does that fit in your schedule, liar?”

Hyunjin questioned, shaking his head from some leaves that had fallen. You though for a second, nodding in agreement.

“Sure, ugly.”

He stuck his tongue out at you, before running off, mumbling something about printing some papers. Shaking your head at him, you smiled.

As ridiculous as he was, he meant well. He had a good heart and was serious about his dreams, the reason you had become friends with him.

-

Classes carried on like usual, until lunch. At lunchtime you were told by a group of girls that some guys wanted to talk to you.

It seemed over the top, what was your life now? A drama?

Nonetheless you skipped lunch and headed to the classroom, ignoring the tension that had begun to build inside your stomach.

Unlike the warm feeling you’d get when you were flustered, this one was nerve wracking. The kind that made knots in your throat and made it hard to breathe.

The feeling grew even larger once you had opened up the door to the classroom, two familiar silhouettes staring at you.

“Hi.”

Jisung waved awkwardly, glancing at your reaction. You raised an eyebrow at him, trying your hardest not to show how confused or upset you were.

“Hey.”

You sat down at a desk, the closest one to the door, just in case you needed to make a quick get away.

“Have you been avoiding us?”

Felix asked, twiddling his fingers nervously on top of the desk. For the first time you realized that he wasn’t as perfect as people had made him seem. He was still a teen going through the same things you were.

Perhaps it was your lovestruck ridden brain that made him seem so wonderful, but through the constant torment you’ve been through, the fog had cleared and you could see him clearly.

He was a teen in the same ways you were, he had small scars and stories, he did dumb things without another thought.

“Yeah. There was no point being a part of your dumb fight,”

You paused, watching them both look at the ground before you continued, appreciating that they had some part of them that felt guilty.

“I mean, you’ve fought before. But me? I did nothing, I’ve been the one trying to fix your messes all the time.”

You shrugged, knowing that they could see through the fake charade you were putting on.

“We haven’t done that.”

You glared at Jisung, knowing that the sheer shock on his face. You two were siblings, it was always you getting him out of trouble, the two of you against the world.

“Maybe you’re a bigger dumbass than I thought.”

You chided, standing up and heading to leave. Pausing before actually leaving.

“I’ll be home late tonight, tell mom.”

You left the classroom, your heart beating and your mind racing. You had imagined how the three of you would make up, how everything would go back to how it used to be.

A hand grabbed your wrist, stopping you from continuing your power walk.

“Can we talk?”

Your heart fluttered, you turned to face him, removing his hand from your wrist. He was so close, you could feel his breath on your face. He smelled like strawberries, of sunshine and memories.

“I don’t have anything to say.”

A lie.

“Then listen. I like you Y/N, that’s what our fight was about. Jisung has heard me talking to Chan and got angry, that why I wasn’t around.

You shivered, your mind continued to overthink. It wasn’t like that meant he had to avoid you, they could’ve said something. You had nothing to do with the fight, you were a victim in the crossfire.

“Okay.”

You said, shrugging once more. Ready to turn around again, Lunch was almost over.

“That’s it?”

The sadness on Felix’s face was almost enough to make you ignore the fire building up in your chest, to assure him that everything was fine.

Almost.

“Yes, that’s it! What else do you want from me, Felix? I liked you too, but you ignored me! You made me feel like I was dumb and making things up between the two of us. So I appreciate your apology if you call it that, but I don’t accept.”

With one last quick glance at his sprinkles of freckles, his soft dirty blonde hair and sad eyes, you left.

Your walk turning into a run.

You were so tired, what you had wanted had come true, Felix liked you, you should be happy!

But you weren’t. Not at all.

Looking around your surroundings, you notice that you aren’t surrounded by classrooms and other teens anymore, instead by trees and other types of nature.

Picking your phone out of your pocket, you dialed the number that had become your most frequent person to talk too.

Someone who’s agreed that you were being treated badly and had allowed you to cry.

“Hi, Hyunjin. Wanna skip the rest of the day?”

Maybe it was true that first loves never worked out, but that was okay.

You had another one around the corner.

[luci-is-a-devil-]

Hiatus

So, a long time coming? I’ve really had some ups and downs on these blogs. Whether it comes from myself or the small part I had that drifted away, I feel like I don’t belong.

I’ve been on tumblr since 2014, five years now? It feels like forever and not in a nice way. It the way that you remember how your favorite book was stolen, what was once good and than bad.

I don’t want to blame it on validation, that’s always been a big part of my problem. I never wrote for myself, it’s always what I thought others would want. I want to write for myself, I wanna write cringey garbage that would make others dive into a black hole because of how bad it is. So, this is a hiatus.

I’ll still be here, posting. But not what you’ve come to expect. Feel free to unfollow, the number is much too high anyway, almost near 1k. Weird. I’ve been running this blog since I was twelve and I hope, no matter how long you were along for the ride, you enjoyed!

From then to now, twelve years old to seventeen. I wish you luck in your own adventures and I’m thankful if you stay to watch my own.

-Luci.

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Bruised knuckles and tears eyes, it was what had become normal. Cigarette breath before kisses, neck adorned with hickies, another part being with you.

[luci-is-a-devil-]

First Lies and Second Tries

Word Count: 4,217

Warnings: Angst, Cursing, Crack, Dark thoughts? 

A/N: This has been in the works for a while, and today I decided it’d be great to write 3.7K of it today! So you get it now, how wonderful! This is also trash but I hope you enjoy it! Please understand that this is very odd, i’d love to hear your thoughts on it and stories you may want! As always, I recommend reading on desktop, editing on mobile is shitty!!

The single word that was inked on your wrist since you were born was interesting, although very difficult to even fathom finding your soulmate. Usually it was a sentence, even though a couple of words was rare, a single word was a one in a thousand. That was you, inked with the first lie your soulmate would say to you.

“No.”

When you were younger you fantasized about how you’d meet your soulmate, how the lie would be something small that you could get past. As you got older, you realized that was improbable. There was more of a chance that you would break up and you wouldn’t know it was them.

There were so many other ways that people had found their soulmates, having their first lie to you tattooed on your skin since birth had to be the most difficult one. You’d rather see in black and white and experience colors for the first time together, or even have the day they would die on your wrist.

You had gotten used to it, ignoring the two letters on your wrist except to cover it up with concealer. When you had first started dating, it was difficult to bear the thought of not being soulmates with him. Your fear came true one night, when you knew that he was lying to you. Your tears fell and he laughed, thinking that he had hurt you, he had but not for the reason he though he had.

Three breaks up later and being single for a few years, you found that being alone was a lot better than having to worry. So you stayed alone, focusing on school and your friends, happy when they found their soulmates but anxious that yours wouldn’t stay.

There was always a little seed of doubt in the back of your mind, hidden away in the depths of the darkest corner, where every negative thought was stored, to be worried about at night.

That’s why you were afraid to start dating again, or maybe that’s the reason you had decided on just so you wouldn’t have to think about your soulmate, it was a solution, not a healthy one.

“Y/N? Can you cover for me? Hello?”

You turned your head to see you friend bending over to whisper to you, making puppy eyes at you. Rolling your eyes at him, you nodded.

“You get my Saturday next week.”

“Deal.”

The lesson ended and you grabbed your bag, not bothering to organize the papers you were shoving inside. Yugyeom rushed over, thanking you for covering his shift. Replying that it was no problem, the two of you walked out of the classroom.

“A date with Jeongguk on a Wednesday?” You questioned him, shaking your head at their poor planning skills. “The people who own the bowling alley are going to ban you two someday.”

Yugyeom Punched your shoulder, glaring at you with flushed cheeks that he couldn’t blame on the cold. You laughed at him, waving him goodbye as you rushed to the bus stop. If you were gonna cover, you needed to hurry up.

The bus took you from campus to the art museum you worked at, it was an easy job, that’s why both you and Yugyeom worked there. You quickly went to the back and stuffed your items into your locker, changing into your uniform in record time.

They usually just had you stationed at on place in case someone needed help finding the bathroom or needed to be directed to another employee. Since it was a Wednesday, there were few people inside, the only few sad souls who happened to reside there besides the employees were some teenagers and elders.

You were stationed in front of some intricate art that made no sense to you, the colors clashed and seemed that it was painted in a hurry to you, of course you would never say that aloud though. The amount of art snobs that came by with a love of arguing could still be here in between the elders and teens that were making fun of the statures naked figures.

As you avoided the eyes of strangers that looked at the art you stood by, you zoned out in order to keep your sanity. Only coming back to reality when you could feel someones eyes on you. It was someone you hadn’t noticed in your quick glaze over who had resided in to semi small museum. It was a boy around your height, wearing a diamond pattered jacket over a white shirt, his dark brown hair contrasted the shades he wore.

Your gaze met his, making him look at the floor. It wouldn’t be the first time that you had someone be interested in you whilst you worked. Of course you would ignore it unless things got out of hand, only then would you call security over.

The boy approached, making you shrug into yourself. You hated causing a scene but if it came down to it you were prepared to keep yourself safe, no way in hell were you going to die in a boring ass museum.

“Excuse me? I think you should call the art loss register because you just stole my heart.”

What made you laugh wasn’t the awful pickup line, it was the obviously fake confidence he had. His ears were flushed pink and he was fidgeting with his hands. Usually it was jocks who were accompanied with other buff guys who’d come by to hit on the staff, not some anxious college kid.

“I don’t think that classifies as art, just an organ.”

You replied, smiling at him. He grinned back, asking about the art you were standing by instead of another pickup line. You shrugged, your own cheeks flushing as you admitted that you didn’t know much about art, that you had just applied here because your friend had.

He laughed, agreeing that he wasn’t much of an art guy either, he was just here to say that he had completed a dare his friends had tasked him with. The conversation came to a close as the two of you got interrupted by an elderly woman complaining of a group of teens taking pictures of a statues privates. Assuring her that you would ask them to stop, she left huffing and mumbling about the youth these days. As you went to say goodbye to the male you had been talking to for the past half hour, he smiled,

“I may not be Yves Klein, but I’d be pretty blue if I didn’t get your phone number.”

You cackled, agreeing that it’d be pretty awful if he turned blue. So you added your number to his phone. Something that you usually wouldn’t do, but something was yelling at you to do so. So you did, smiling as you waved him goodbye.

Who knew that the best part of your day would be flirting with a cute stranger?

–

When you had gotten home you had expected Yugyeom to be there, not with Jeongguk and two others in tow but that’s what you saw.

“Why are the four of you here, actually better question, who are you?”

You removed your jacket, throwing it with the other jackets laid in a slump, forgotten and probably smelled foul.

“Well, I’m Yugyeom and I live here.”

The brunette introduced himself, laughing as you glared at him. Being childhood friends, you think you’d be used to the shit he pulled. You were but it was easier to ignore him, sadly you couldn’t when the boys he was with carried on the introductions.

“I’m Jeongguk, Twenty one and I never learned how to fucking read.”

You flipped off the black haired male, making the two males that you actually knew cackle at your pain. You help get them together and this is how they repay you? A perfect pair of bastards.

“Great, now that you two are done, who the fuck are you?” You asked the two males who were awkwardly sat on the couch next to each other, seeming like they wanted to be anywhere else but here. You couldn’t blame them, who knew how long they’d had to deal with those assholes.

“Actually, I’m not done. I’m Yug-”

“If it wasn’t for the laws of this land I would have slaughtered you.”

You sat on Yugyeom, causing his boyfriend to yell at you as you stuck your tongue out at him. There was barely enough space on the couch for two people, you wouldn’t question how in hell they fit themselves on the couch.

“I’m Seokmin, this is Mingyu. If you want we can leave, I don’t want any trouble.”

His eyes shifted around, trying to read the situation. His friend seemed oblivious to Seokmin’s worry as he began to explain how they met.

“We were bowling because I had coupons that expired today and Hao couldn’t go so I bribed Seokmin to come instead. But when we got there we saw Jeongguk getting kicked out of the bowling alley. They didn’t let us in since they thought we were friends with them.”

Mingyu spilled, causing Yugyeom and Jeongguk to grin sheepishly. You laughed, shaking your head at the situation. Sure, you had said that in passing during your earlier conversation but you hadn’t expected it to come true.

“You guys are a mess, first the Mcdonalds, now the bowling alley? What’s next, Chuck E Cheese?”

You teased them, getting off of Yugyeom and heading to the kitchen. The conversation continued as they realized you weren’t going to kick them out. Your phone buzzed, startling you as you were shutting the fridge.

Not Yves Klein Hope you made it home safe!

It was a simple text yet it made your heart flutter, you felt your cheeks flush. You were glad you had left the living room. The boys would tease you for anything, especially if it was about a budding crush.

Piece of art I did! Hope you did too

You weren’t know for your texting skills, in fact you were known to be the second worst, right after Jeongguk, and that’s only because he doesn’t text back.

There had been nothing good to eat so you called out, asking if they were down to split the cost of pizza. They were, even with Jeongguk whining that he had a total of seven cents on him. So you ordered, asking for two pies.

Right after you placed your order, your phone buzzed again, sending the butterflies in your stomach into a frenzy.

Not Yves Klein safe and sound

Underneath his first text was a bubble with three dots, signaling that he was writing another text. Your head ran with ideas. Should you lock your phone so you didn’t look like you were waiting? Or should you respond with something witty?

Before you had made up your mind, your phone buzzed again.

Not Yves Klein Are you free next week? Maybe Thursday?

You screamed, throwing your phone at the wall. Jeongguk ran into the kitchen holding a lamp, screaming as well.

“What’s going on?”

Yugyeom asked following his boyfriend into the kitchen. You stared at your phone in shock, walking over and picking it up. It wasn’t cracked thankfully. Your fingers danced across the screen quickly, almost as fast as your heart beat.

Piece of art I am! I have classes during the day though, no work luckily

“Did you scream at your phone, wuss?”

Jeongguk teased, ignoring the fact that he had also been screaming. Yugyeom rolled his eyes, walking out shaking his head and muttering about how everyone around was a bigger idiot then he was, which at least he admitted he too was an idiot.

“Shut up, asshole. I’ve got a date.”

You grinned, amusing yourself as you waited to get a text back from the cute boy with bad pick up lines.

“With which hand?”

Jeongguk cackled as you threw an oven mitt at him, he easily caught it, being on the baseball team and whatever. You liked to ignore your friends clubs especially when it led to the reminder of seeing Yugyeom and Jeongguk in a compromising position, whilst in their sport attire. No thank you, you were not down for that life style.

Not Yves Klein Cool! There’s a chill bowling place not too far from campus we could go to

You laughed, making Jeongguk raise an eyebrow at you while chugging juice out of the container, something you hated. So you threw the other oven mitt.

The apartment was filled the screams of a now orange juice covered college student.

–

It had been a few months since you had met BamBam, a couple since the of you decided to be a thing. That meant gross PDA and fighting the other couple in your apartment to see who could be the grossest.

They usually won.

It was fun to have laidback double dates though, where the four of you would watch awful movies just to make fun of it, or have nerf gun fights and have dramatic monologues when you died.

Today had been one of those nights, where the four of you watched a movie, squished on the couch and eating an unhealthy amount of popcorn until one by one drifted to sleep. The movie still playing in the background, none could be bothered to pause it or turn it off.

You were between Bam and Jeongguk, both cuddlers. You preferred to have enough space to breath while sleeping but that wasn’t an option as you were pinned between the two.

The sun rose and bodies became even more twisted in each other. Looking more like vines then limbs. It wasn’t until Yugyeom’s alarm rang that everyone had to untangle themselves from the roots of limbs.

“Fuck.”

Yugyeom rolled off of the couch grabbing his bag and rushing out the door, leaving you confused. It was Sunday, wasn’t it?

Pulling out your phone that was on twenty percent, you realized that it wasn’t Sunday, It was a Monday morning and you had less then five minutes to get to class.

Falling off the couch with less grace then the male who had done the stunt minutes earlier, you grabbed your backpack and hurriedly put on your shoes.

“It’s Monday, Fuckers! Get up or be late!”

And with that, you too ran out of the apartment. Hoping to make it before the bell rang, your first class of the day was taught by an old ass of a woman, she went off on tangents and allowed three absences before your grades would fail.

You were known to be late, miss classes quite often. You’d have reason, but it was often difficult to explain that you were late because your mother had forgotten where you lived and was in the bad part of the city and you had to get her.

So you already had three absences, you couldn’t afford another one. You were barely passing as it was.

You made it inside of the building, ignoring the burning inside of your lungs. There were other students running as well, looking similar with sleepy eyes and messed up hair.

You just made it into the class as the bell rung, quickly sitting in your seat while the teacher took attendance. Attempting to fix your hair while other students called out to say that they had also made it to class.

“Y/N?”

“Here.”

You said a little too loudly, sheepishly smiling as she glared. Class had begun, you had made it. Another week of torture had started.

-

Classes went by and at lunch you met up with your group that had grown with the addition of BamBam.

Minghao and Mingyu, Seokmin and Soonyoung, the group known as the campus couples group now. It was really because half had been banned at the bowling place and couldn’t go there anymore. Minghao had been annoyed at Mingyu, Soonyoung thought it was hilarious. 

All eight of you were sat on the grass, eating food that you had acquired from the vending machine. You were munching on a bag of off brand cheetos, they tasted weird but you were hungry.

“I mean, Gyeom and I probably aren’t soulmates but I love him anyway.”

Jeongguk shrugged, rubbing his thumb across Yugyeom’s knuckles. The two had been together for a while, they had gone through so much and knew that they would one day find their soulmates.

“But what if your soulmate is super hot and likes both of you?”

Mingyu asked, the whole not knowing your soulmate thing was so foreign to him. He had met Minghao when the two were five. The two had met once the Chinese boy returned a dinosaur that someone had stolen from Mingyu, only for color to flood their vision.

“Likes both of us? Who would have such bad taste?”

Yugyeom cackled, Jeongguk punching him with his free hand.

“We’ll see. I’m happy with this oversized dork, so they can find someone else.”

Yugyeom cooed at his boyfriend, pressing a kiss on his forehead.

“What about you, Y/N?”

You shrugged, putting another fake cheeto in your mouth.

“I’ve got the first lie they say on my wrist, or that’s what doctors say at least.”

There were many reasons that someone would have words inked on their flesh, the first words their soulmate would say, the last words, first lie. The list went on. In a world where soulmates were normal, platonic or romantic, it was difficult to understand what meant what.

“That sounds hard.”

Soonyoung said, his own fingers rubbing across the nearly invisible words on his wrist. He had met Seokmin in their highschool years over the internet. The first words Seokmin had said were “God, you do look like a hamster.”

Seokmin’s own wrist was inked with “Well, at least i’m not wearing crocs.” The two had been shocked at seeing their internet friend and finding their soulmate.

BamBam had been very quiet the whole discussion, which was surprising as he was usually just as talkative as everyone else.

You looked at him, sending him a questioning glance. Your eyes met his, him avoiding yours.

“I’ve gotta go.”

The seven of you were shocked to see him grab hid bag and rush away, Soonyoung looked at you, asking if he had something wrong.

“I don’t know.”

You shrugged, no longer feeling hungry. Wiping the cheese residue on your pants, you pulled out your phone to text him.

Piece of art Are you alright???

The conversation died down, everyone eating silently and waving good bye as they walked to their next class. You only had morning classes so you were free, leaving alone with a mind full of worries.

You knew some people didn’t like speaking about soulmates, some felt this anger towards their soulmate, because who had decided that this was their person to be around?

Maybe Bambam had felt that way, maybe he didn’t have a soulmate.

–

It had been five days since you last saw Bambam, since he’d run away. You were annoyed and worried at this point. If someone had said something, he should have said something. Everyone was an adult.

After classes, you decided you were going to his apartment. You had made sure that he’d be there, texting his roommates. Jackson had replied with a thumbs up and Mark had replied with a singular yes.

So here you were, knocking on the door and waiting to see your boyfriend. The door opened, Bambam standing in a pair of boxers and an over sized t-shirt. He sighed, letting you in.

The apartment was a mess, but it had been the same way the other times you had come.

“What the fuck is going on, Bam?”

You asked, not sitting down. You wanted answers first, why he’d walked away, why he hadn’t been responding.

“It doesn’t matter.”

BamBam said, not even facing you, putting away dishes in the correct spot. You were infuriated, how could he say it didn’t matter? Of course it did.

“Maybe not to you, but it matters to me. So, what the fuck?”

Your voice held more anger then you wanted it too, but you were trying to stop yourself from this becoming a big thing. You didn’t want to break up, you didn’t want to put yourself in the same box you had years ago when you fought just like today.

“Shut up! I told you it doesn’t matter! Can’t you just leave it alone?”

A mug broke under his grasp, much like your patience. You could understand if it was about soulmates but this seemed like it was nothing besides anger.

“No! I can’t just leave, I’m an adult unlike you! I talk about the things i’m going through! Do you even love me?”

Tears filled your eyes and you tried your best not to let them fall, you would be strong. You would not let him hurt you, even if that’s what he wanted.

“No.”

A single word, a word you had known since birth, how ironic that it was always that word that made you break. You ignored the pain you felt, the love you had built and you let ugly words spill from your lips.

“I hate you.”

You were gone, you let your feet carry you away from the apartment. Tears falling, fists clenched and running. You were never one with your emotions, it always felt like someone else was in your body, that you were a puppet being controlled by some heartless creature. Had you not suffered enough already?

You were hurt.

–

It was only when you stumbled back to you apartment that you realized the black ink under your skin on your wrist was no longer there, that it had become the ink that you saw on others wrists. The one that let you know that you’d met your soulmate.

Not for the first time you cursed the world, that your soulmate would be through a fight, a lie. It had hurt to know that he was lying, that he did love you, nothing had been fixed by knowing he was you soulmate.

“Oh, Y/N.”

Yugyeom sighed, holding you as you cried. Jeongguk watched from the couch, his fingers clutched on a pillow. You sobbed and sobbed until you could no longer fill the pain, becoming numb.

“What happened?”

You had been moved to the couch somehow, a faint memory telling you that Jeongguk carried you to the couch.

“He’s my soulmate.”

You said, focused on the floor where you two shared your first kiss. It had been another one of those double dates where the others fell asleep first. Soft lips pressed to yours that made you feel like you were in a dream.

“I’m so sorry, baby.”

Jeongguk pet your head, letting it fall on his shoulder as your shoulder shook. There were no more tears to cry, but you were still so angry.

So the three of you sat on the couch that was much too small, and they cried for you, comforting you in not being the only one saddened by the nights events.

–

Days had passed, you couldn’t say what you had done for those days. Everything had blurred together at some point, you weren’t sure when you had eaten last. There was just the knowledge that tomorrow was another day you’d have to live through.

The bus carried you to your job, now just a Wednesday you worked. You stuffed you belongings away, changing slowly. You dreaded going out there, but even when you didn’t want to be alive you had to pay rent.

The museum was as busy as it had been last time, college students snapchatting the sculptures parts, elders walking around without much care of the art, only coming because it was the only social contact they had.

It was always the same, you didn’t mind as you daydreamed. Getting away from your life as you stood in front of a painting called “regarde les étoiles dans les rêves de quelqu'un” A mouthful really, something you’d butcher if someone asked about it.

Footsteps told you someone was approaching, and you were shaken from your daydream.

“What do you think about this painting?”

A familiar voice made you go through so many emotions at once, anger, sadness, fear. There was want in you as well, you wanted things to go back to how they had been. Of course it couldn’t.

“I think it’s beautiful.”

It was beautuiful. Unlike the other art hung up with vibrant colors, this one was simple. It had two shadows of people, seeming like they were sleeping while star gazing, the stars on one half brighter than the others.

It had always been your favorite here.

“Why?”

You sighed, unsure of what he wanted, of what he was trying to do. “Because it’s someone seeing something they created, maybe a take on the grass is greener. But I think it’s about them seeing both, the good and the bad together.”

He nodded, the two of you standing in the silence. It wasn’t strange, but it made you hope for more, that he’d come to apologize and everything would be fine.

It wasn’t.

“I’m sorry.”

But one day it could be.

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Word Count: 1,612

Warnings: slight abuse, possible cursing

A/N: Hello, welcome to medieval times. Uh,,, listen, Seokmin is best boy and I offer you this in my time of shitty writing. Enjoy it I guess!! This is all yopu’re getting from me now kids,, good content?? Never heard of it. 

It had begun with tension in the air, your crown in the hands of a servant and your cheeks sore from smiling all day. Being a princess wasn’t as grand as others thought, sure you would always have food on the table, you had somewhere to sleep. But could others withstand your parents disappointment in not being male, that you weren’t allowed to go anywhere without permission, you were never alone.

“Leave.”

Your cheek ached from the kings hand that just made contact with your face, it wasn’t the first time he had done something like this but each time shocked you. How could a king be so kind to his people only to turn his back on his family?

“The Queen has been blessed with my child, there is no need for you.”

Your eyes met his, the large cold brown eyes filled with hatred. You spun around, walking to your room before he could stop you. The servants followed, their faces tinged with shock as to what was going on.

Your room was small, barely big enough for a bed to fit inside. It was how they would keep you from having possessions, it never did work though. You just got better at hiding things.

The brown bag you had brought years ago was soon stuffed with books and other things you had hidden, jewelry hidden is pockets and crevices that no one would think twice. They joined the remnants of your stuff inside the bag. You placed the bag down to layer your clothes, even if it wasn’t cold now, once night fell it would grow chilly.

Staring at what remained in the small area, you left it. Books with ripped out pages, too small clothes, a single stuffed animal. Nothing that you wanted to remember. Leaving the area, you walked faster to the servant quarters. The King or Queen would never go through there, it was the safest way to remain by yourself with all that you had on you.

Someone tugged on your clothes, you spun around, blood turning cold.

“Take this.”

A servant that had been around since he was a child said, his brown eyes meeting yours. Unlike your Fathers, they held a kindness that was genuine.

“Thank you, Hansol.”

Your fingers took the small bag he was holding, smiling at him as he realized you knew his name. Spinning around, you fled the castle. Running past rose bushes and servants that gawked at you, your shoes were not made for running and your feet began to ache.

You continued.

Houses went past as you continued your escape, with each step you took it felt like you had gotten your first taste of oxygen. You could feel beads of sweat trailing down your face, something that happened so rarely that you could count it on one hand.

The sun had begun to set and you were trying to make it out of the city before it finished. If the king had decided to call soldiers to bring you back, they’d wait until sun rise to start the search.

You’d made it to the forest, branches and other foliage covering your way back if you wanted to return. Not that you’d want to, this was what you dreamed of since you were little.

You only stopped once the moon had risen and you could no longer tell which way was the path to the nearest town.

So you made camp, setting up a fire and gathering sticks to make a small wall to block wind. When everything was ready, you sat near the fire, warming up as it had grown colder just like you had predicted.

You opened the small bag Hansol had given you, unsure of what was to come. A note was on the top, which you opened first.

It read “Dear Princess, I apologize for everything being in here so messily, Mingyu and I had been eating lunch so it was just what we had left. I also added something else, be careful with what you do with it. Stay safe.”

That only made you even more confused, pulling out a small box with two messily made sandwiches and a few fruits inside. You thanked Hansol quietly, glad that you had food for the night.

The bag was still heavy though, so you dug through the fabric to see what else he had shoved inside. Pulling out the item, you realized it was your crown. Smiling to yourself, you put it back inside. There was no need for it but perhaps you could sell it for enough money for a room somewhere.

Eating a sandwich you decided that it was best to leave some for breakfast. You went by the wall you had created and laid down, staring up at the stars. There was so much you hadn’t seen, you couldn’t wait to see it all.

-

A few days had passed, you’d manage to bathe in a stream and had finished what Hansol had picked. You had passed a few towns, choosing to skip them as they were too close for comfort, only today had you entered a town.

It was very lively although it was early, the sun had risen only an hour ago. They were much too busy to notice you, besides, at some point you’d removed all of your layers and remained in pants and a white shirt. Nothing fancy to raise suspicion.

Perhaps it was this that made you too comfortable as you sold jewelry at a stall, you had gotten too sure of yourself. There was Prince Seokmin, staring at you strangely. You couldn’t just run off, you finished bartering with the woman and got your gold before you wandered off, gazing at stall with faux interest.

You hadn’t gotten very far before you felt a hand around your wrist, which startled you. It was unlike Seokmin, or a least you thought it was. You had only met him a few times at galas and meeting for royalty.

“Princess, what a shock to see you here. What do I owe this visit?”

How you hated talking like that, it was very unnecessary. So you didn’t.

“Knock it off, prince. You haven’t heard?”

You were sure that your father had probably told everyone that you’d fallen gravely ill, you’d expect to be killed off by now.

“Heard what?”

Seokmin tilted his head, sunlight showing gold flecks in his brown eyes. His few sun freckled seemed to glow, making him appear more youthful.

“I guess not. The king has not spoke of me?”

It wasn’t the first time you’d not been brought up, but usually it was for small things, not hiding the fact that he had basically exiled you.

“Not that I have heard of.”

Seokmin shook his head, seeming even more confused.

“Magnificent!”

As long as the king held off, the more time you’d have to go further away. It was unlikely he brought you back, or attempted to.

“What is going on?

Seokmin questioned, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Do not worry, it is fine. ”

You smiled, trying to say your goodbyes and exit the town. If anything did go south, you’d prefer to be in the rural area, they rarely heard news of anyone.

“Nonsense! Come visit the castle, it’s been so long since you’ve come by.”

There was no way to refute, even if you’d rather make your way up the nearest mountain, Seokmin was still a prince. He would become king and might hold negative feelings for your town if you treated him unkindly.

Agreeing, you allowed him to lead the way to the castle.

Unlike the castle you grew up in, the castle seemed much kinder. Instead of guards lined up, you saw village kids playing in front of the castle, a few adults walking in freely.

“Mother! Father! We have a visitor!”

Seokmin yelled, making you flinch. You would be punished if you spoke loudly, you couldn’t imagine being free to yell in a castle.

“Oh! Hello, Princess! To what do we own your visit?”

Queen Jimin asked, setting the table for an early lunch. You were always a fast thinker, it’d be one of your downfalls as you weren’t a good liar though.

“My Father has sent me to purchase some of your most delicious pastries, strawberries don’t grow as sweet as they do over here.”

You easily fell into the role of princess, you’d lived it for so many years that you couldn’t forget in a few days.

“I see! We’d be incredibly grateful if you could join us for lunch, Myungjun will join us in a little bit.”

You nodded, thanking her for allowing you to join. The three of you sat, eating and having conversation. You hadn’t realized it the moment but it had been incredibly lonely over the last few days.

Even at the castle you’d been surrounded by people bustling around, there had always been someone willing to talk to you, even if they were busy working.

“Jimin, did you hear? Princess Y/N fell gravely ill and passed away last night. It’s a shame she was so you-”

Your spoon hit the bowl once you heard your name, alerting the king that someone else was there.

Silence filled the castle except do the far away sounds of servants hustling around.

Seokmin stared at you, even more confused then he had been earlier. The queen stared at her husband, before staring at you. Soon you had three pairs of eyes on you.

“Would you believe me if I said I was a ghost?”

You sheepishly smiled, shrugging your shoulders.

You should’ve just climbed the damn mountain earlier.

[koreabooeauty]

There’s so much fear built up inside of me, fear of the inevitable days where you leave, there is so much fear in both of us that I’ve begun to fear seeing you.

[koreabooeauty]

If you had ever felt Park Jimin’s skin under your fingers, you were ruined for the rest of you life some would say. You’d never feel the same, you wouldn’t be able to fall in love again they claimed in hushed voices as they tried to catch a glimpse at the male.

You’d smile, laughing quietly in the corner to yourself. How ridiculous would they become? The stories of falling in love only to be turned down, the pretending that they had done something with him?

Your eyes met, his big brown eyes latching onto yours that made him flush. You smirked, cleaning up your work without breaking eye contact.

The others could worship him all they wanted, for he hung onto every word you said, cradled every breath you took. He was only a reality for you, a dream he’d remain to everyone else.

[koreabooeauty]

Life before you is a faded memory that I can’t say I’d want to relieve, instead I make memories with you and wish that I could carry them with me for eternity

[luci-is-a-devil-]

If I’m Not Falling On The Rink, I’m Falling For You

Author Note: Hiya! It’s been a while since my last post, i’m truly excited to show you the part of a possible series! I recommend reading on desktop if you can, a lot easier! I hope you enjoy, its my first time trying a fic based in the past, the 70s to be exact~

Trigger Warning: Cursing / Mentions of blood / Fighting / Homophobia / Underaged Drinking

Word Count: 6,037

When Chanyeol had applied for a job at the local roller skating rink, he hadn’t expected to actually get a call back, nor had he thought he’d actually get the job. See, Chanyeol wasn’t a bad worker per say, he was really kind to customers and always did things with a smile. It just so happened that Chanyeol was also a student and often studied into the wee hours of the morning and woke up late. Extremely late.

His worst memory was when he was late for his own birthday, it’d be fine if it was ten or fifteen minutes, but this was a whole hour and a half, and he didn’t even remember who’s birthday it was!

He accepted the job, not that he had much of a choice in the matter, his mother had been on his case to get a job since the day he turned seventeen, something about responsibilities or whatever.

It had been a month and a half since his first day on the job, which hadn’t gone as well as he wanted but he got what he expected. Was he late? No. Did he spill cola all over himself and trip over his words to every single customer? Yes, yes he did. But he did it with a smile!

His shifts varied, but he was usually stuck with odd hours and weird days of the week. Monday morning as soon the roller skating rink open, you could expect Chanyeol sitting in his hot dog booth, wearing his dumb uniform that was made to look like ketchup and mustard were on him.

It was July, his second to last summer of being in high school. His friends had already laughed at his uniform but he had laughed at them falling down while ‘skating’. You’d think a wannabe dancer like Jongin would be more graceful, but he was not. Chanyeol would compare him to his drunk aunt at Christmas after she found the liquor that his mother had stashed away, hoping that she wouldn’t find it. She always did, Chanyeol wasn’t sure why his mother tried anymore.

Kyungsoo was alright, he stumbled here and there, but after a while Chanyeol wasn’t sure if the small male was doing it on purpose to make Jongin feel better or not. Sehun, was much better than expected, he skated circles around the other two and kept going off by himself to flirt with the other skaters, going so far as to wink at himslef in the mirror multiple times.  

That was a typical shift, what he had come to expect.

So when one day, his friends hadn’t stopped by, he thought it’d be a boring day until he stopped by.

He being the one and only Byun Baekhyun. Also a soon to be senior in Chanyeol’s school, a class clown yet also the class pet. Everyone knew Baekhyun like everyone knew his best friends, Yixing and Jongdae. The three had gotten close since the first year of high school when Yixing moved to their town. Jongdae and Baekhyun had already been friends since kindergarten, so they were already a duo of clowns, now they were a trio of fools, pretty ones but fools nonetheless.

Chanyeol had been in the same school as the three, but he’d never gotten a chance to talk to any of them besides an occasional 'excuse me’ or 'hello’. Chanyeol and his friends compared to Baekhyun’s trio were troublemakers. Except for Kyungsoo who was top of his class, the other three were, interested in other things to say the least.

Where Baekhyun would make his classmates laugh, Chanyeol was interested to see how many times he could leave math class undetected. The answer as of last year was twelve and a half, he would’ve gotten to thirteen if it wasn’t for kyungso throwing an eraser at him.

Whilst the four would attempt to have study sessions, they’d always devolve into a gossip group while they got junk food with whatever money they had on them. Baekhyun and his crew were different, they went to the library to actually study, they were called the pretty boys in school. Chanyeol and his friends had matching leather jackets that they found at a thrift shop.

As Chanyeol was daydreaming and wiping the counter with a rag that was dirtier than the counter, he heard the squeak of the wheels on the rug, meaning that someone approached him in his small hot dog shack. Looking up, Chanyeol dropped his rag on the floor, quickly bending down to get it, only to hit his head on the counter.

Groaning, Chanyeol clutched his head, squatting on the tiled floor.

“Are you alright?”

A voice that was trying not to laugh asked, his voice was light and airy, making Chanyeol fumble as he stood up, grasping on to the table to not fall down.

“Fine! Yes, i’m. Wait, what?”

Chanyeol stumbled over his words, grimacing as he questioned what he just said. Baekhyun giggled, holding his wallet in his hands. The black dots that clouded his vision disappeared, slowly allowing him to see the light brunette boy in front of him.

“How can I help you?”

Chanyeol asked, standing up straight instead of his previous hunched self that had to grasp the table to not fall down. Baekhyun skimmed the menu, his eyes lighting up as he saw something the called his name.

“Can I get an order of cheese fries please! With a water.”

Baekhyun’s eyes practically sparkled, Chanyeol had to stop himself from flushing, punching the order into the register.

“That’ll be two dollars and forty cents, please.”

Baekhyun nodded and gave him a five, Chanyeol gave him his change and went into the back to make cheese fries. According to Chanyeol’s manager, you were supposed to skimp out on everything you could, fries included. Chanyeol wasn’t able to without feeling guilty and usually just made a suitable amount, with a reasonable amount of cheese and bacon, so that’s what he did.

Walking back to the counter, holding the tray that held the cheese fries and a water bottle. Placing it on the counter, Chanyeol noticed two dollars in the tip jar that had been empty only a few minutes ago.

“Thank you, Chanyeol!”

With that, Baekhyun grabbed the tray and he was gone. Chanyeol froze, startled by the older teen calling his name. Looking down at his uniform, Chanyeol made sure he wasn’t wearing his name tag. He knew he took it off, he hated the thought of so many strangers knowing his name. It wasn’t hung on his pocket like it was supposed to be, and there was no way Baekhyun had seen it through his pants pocket. So that could only mean one thing.

Byun Baekhyun knew his name.

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[koreabooeauty]

That moment I stepped into the bookstore, snowflakes melting rapidly in my wind swept hair as I shuddered, swiftly shutting the door behind me.

The bookstore was empty, only leaving a familiar smell of books and faint vanilla that I melted right into the atmosphere. My fingers pressed against the spines of books, the withered pages creasing under my finger pads.

I remember jumping out of my winter boots when you greeted me, laughing as you apologized for startling me. My cheeks flushed, as you smiled, asking what I was looking for.

I stuttered out that I was really escaping the cold, and you laughed once more, agreeing that it’s was much too cold to be out there. You offered me hot chocolate, winking when I asked if it was allowed.

That winter day I fell in love, with that cup of warm cocoa with too many marshmallows and laughing over old classics that didn’t translate well.

That day, I fell for you.

[koreabooeauty]

I look you deep into your eyes, I fill with admiration and love you are my everything, you’re kind and lovely, you’re perfect, you’re a little shit head

[koreabooeauty]

Tomorrow is full of hope, yesterday is filled of regret, everyday I’m with you is filled with love, tomorrow is another day I’ll spend with you

[koreabooeauty]

To me you were home, you were a familiar sound, a calming space in the world that seemed so hectic, you were my home until your left