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What Could Have Been
Genre: Angst
Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x reader ft. Lee Felix
Synopsis:
Hwang Hyunjin taught you to move on, and for that, you turned back, walked away to what could have been.
Words: 1.1k
requested by anon
He was your best friend. Your rock, the shoulder you would often cry at, whenever you were in pain or just sad, he was there. And something, just a tiny bit something, bloomed from your chest that made the butterflies begin to flutter in your stomach at the sight of him. He was your light, and you’d do anything not to make him dim out.
You met back in highschool, sophomore year, somehow Hwang Hyunjin managed to squirm his way in your little friend group. He was smart, dependable, and maybe that’s what made you so drawn to him in the first place. The way his eyes would stare deep in you whenever you seemed to be trouble, or how his ears just perk up to listen to your every word. You were an accident just moments away from happening but Hyunjin always managed to decline it. And for that, you were grateful.
You realised your feelings during college, the both of you lounging on your couch watching another sappy movie, it was boring. But before you could give yourself the chance to doze off, you saw Hyunjin just by your peripheral vision, his head pulled back with his mouth wide open. His snore somehow overpowered the sound of the tv as you silently chuckled at him. You didn’t know how or what, but your heart suddenly sped up. And you realised you liked him. It was a bit late but that’s how people always say it. You realise something just a tad too late to actually go through it. For you, it was much too late.
A week later you saw him by the park, his arm wrapped around the shoulder of the girl in his Computer Aided Design class. Their smiles looked so genuine that you felt something tug at your heart. You saw him whisper something by her ear which made the tugging move faster and more vicious. And when you saw them laugh, something inside just seemed to break even further.
The next following days, the girl seemed to enter your circle of friends effortlessly. Her attitude and personality just mixing well with everyone else. She was kind, smart, funny and just… perfect. You could never hate someone as perfect. Her aura blended with Hyunjin harmoniously, something you wanted to have.
Hyunjin taught you heartbreak. And for that, you could never forget.
It was a few years after college when you realised someone actually noticed. The clouds gray and stormy like the ongoing war between your heart and brain. You were alone in your dorm, just moments away from a mental breakdown when a knock made you falter. You took in a deep breath, opening the door to see Felix, his hands holding two buckets of ice cream and two spoons.
“I figured you might need this,” he said, giving you one of the two, “I knew, by the way. And I’m sorry I wasn’t there before. But I’m here now.” Those words were enough to make you finally break down. You clung onto Felix like how you use to with Hyunjin, and imagined that just for a moment it was him.
You told him how much you missed him, and how you wished everything could’ve gone differently. Once you finally calmed down, you let Felix in and the two of sat by your couch. You held your legs close to your chest, eating your own tub of ice cream as Felix sat next to you, his ice cream sat by the small table of the room, untouched while he continued looking over your shoulder, just to check if you were really fine.
“How are you feeling?” He spoke up, his deep voice snapping you out of your daze.
You laughed bitterly, “like shit.”
Felix sighed, “You know that’s not what I meant, how do you really feel? Where does it hurt?”
You gave him a dull stare, “Everywhere.” Your eyes travelled down the small envelope on your desk. The sinking feeling never leaving your body with each scoop of ice cream you take.
Hyunjin invited you to his wedding, and for that you hated him.
Weeks passed and slowly Felix somehow made you feel a whole lot better. And as the days go on, the day of the wedding seemed to be creeping up faster than ever. You were a bridesmaid which is probably something Hyunjin thought off. And as much as you wanted to like the gesture, it just felt like a huge stab to the chest.
While you were watching Hyunjin’s fianceé try out wedding dress, you can’t help but think how it could have been you. You gave her smiles that didn’t quite reach your eyes whenever she came out of those curtains, fashioning yet another gown. And as you watch her twirl around, it made your heart sink even further. You were drowning, but you tried hard to conceal it, and as it was finally over, you gave her another smile, wishing her luck and hugging her like usual, except now it felt a bit less genuine.
Hyunjin made you a bridesmaid, and for that you wished for more.
It was finally the day of the wedding, you smoothen down your dress, taking in a deep breath as you opened the door. Hyunjin stood inside, alone, his eyebrows scrunched as he fixed his tie.
A chuckle left your lips as he turned to you with a pout, “You’re hopeless,” you said, going towards him as you fixed his tie. Your hands delicately trailing on the fabric as you did the knot. When suddenly the word that tumbled out of his mouth made you stop.
“You know, I loved you before.” The vibrations going through his chest made your hands come to a halt, your breath hitching on your throat before laughing uncomfortably, the air becoming too dense.
“Of course you did, I’m your best friend,” you said matter of factly. Eyes darting down to anything but his face.
“No,” he said, “more than that.” And this made you finally look at him, seeing the tiniest bit of sparkle in his eyes as he looked down on you.
With a sigh you said, “I did too.”
The look on his face changed, you took this chance leave. He had everything he ever wanted and more, something you couldn’t give him. You wanted to give him the world and everything in it, but you can’t, and he doesn’t deserve someone like that, so you left.
Hwang Hyunjin taught you to move on, and for that you turned back, walked away to what could have been.
Moonlight
genre: angst with a hint of fluff
pairing: lee jihoon x reader, ft. wen junhui & boo seungkwan
synopsis: he felt familiar, like someone you’ve known and yet he was nothing more than a stranger to you a few moments ago.
words: 2.1k
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It all went down on the night before your 18th birthday, you were sitting there with two of your best friends, Seungkwan and Junhui, the three of you were huddled in your small pillow fort as you waited for the soulmate mark to appear on your wrist. Your friends got them earlier before you, Junhui with a small blue arrow and Seungkwan with a gold star, it was finally your turn. A blanket covered the three of you as you waited for the clock to strike midnight.
Two minutes remained when Seungkwan decided to start a conversation. Being him, the silence was too much for him.
“God I feel like we’re in the Hunger Games waiting on the Reaping or something, the suspense is too much.” He said, shaking out his shoulders as he smiled a bit nervously at you and Jun.
“You already had your mark, Seungkwan, it’s y/n’s turn now.” Jun interjected, rolling his eyes at the younger.
“Yeah but this is like a big deal for y/n, this’ll determine her whole future!” He sighed, “I can’t believe my baby’s growing up.”
“You’re such a drama queen, Seungkwanie.” You cooed, pinching his cheeks as he pushed your hands away.
“Stop it oh m-”
“Thirty seconds,” Jun cut him off, looking down at his watch as he turned to smile at you, “holy shit this is actually happening.”
“Language,” you scolded him. “Honestly, I should be the one nervous not you two.”
“We can’t help it!” Seungkwan exclaimed, bouncing up his seat, “you’re the youngest out of the three of us, of course we’ll be excited for you, you’re our best friend.”
You smiled warmly at the two of them, “thanks guys, it may not look at it but I feel like I’m about to explode!” You breathed out, slightly shaking, “metaphorically,” you added quickly.
“Ten seconds!” As Jun said this, the three of you scooted closer to each other as all your eyes turned to your wrist, “three.”
“Two”
“One” as you said this, a small white mark glowed on your skin before finally turning into a small crescent moon.
“Happy Birthday Y/N!” Your two friends said, hugging you in between them.
“I hope you find him,” Jun whispered.
“Or her!” Seungkwan added, smiling up at you, “I mean, you’ll never know, right?”
You rolled your eyes at them, hugging them back with just as much intensity.
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But everything came crashing down when you were twenty two. You were watching a movie with your two favorite dorks when it happened. It felt like electricity, and not the good kind of electricity. It felt excruciating, your wrist felt on fire as you grasped it with your other hand, eyes closed shut as the two looked at you worriedly. Tears pierced your eyes as you pressed your palm deeper onto your wrist, in hopes that the pain might go away. It didn’t.
“Y/n!” You heard Jun call out as your vision began to blur, tears overcoming your sight as you finally closed your eyes. The pain too much for your body as you passed out.
You woke up the next day, head throbbing as Jun and Seungkwan looked at you worriedly, a hint of sadness and pity glazing their eyes as they stared at your waking figure. You turned to your window seeing that it was already nighttime. You looked back to your friends before sitting up, you suddenly felt a slight sting on your arm as you look down on it.
Everything seemed to come crashing down as you looked at it, eyes starting to get blurry with tears again as you felt Seungkwan begin to hug you.
“I am so sorry, y/n.” He choked down by your neck as he quietly sobbed, Jun sat next to you as well as you stared down your mark. Your mark that was once pure white, was now a daunting black, staining your skin of it’s fair color. A small reminder that your soulmate is now dead. “You deserved so much more.”
And you knew, you needed to get out of here. Looking at Junhui and Seungkwan’s marks made you almost sick. Jealousy riding up your throat and you couldn’t help but push them off. The look on their face made your heart sink as the tears began to roll down your cheek.
“I’m sorry,” you said, pushing past them as you ran, ran anywhere your legs could take you. The chilly air travelling through the space between your hairs as you forcefully wiped off a tear, you halted in the middle of a meadow, eyes travelling through the scenery as your vision continued to be blurred by your tears. You looked up to see the glaring moon staring down on you and you felt small under its gaze. You kneeled down on the ground as sobs wracked your whole body. The small stinging on your wrist making the whole scenario a bit more nagging, reminding you that there’s no one out there left to love you.
“Are you okay?” A voice said making you turn to it, seeing a boy with dark hair standing there.
You quickly wipped the tears off your cheeks, “yeah, just stargazing, that’s all.”
“A-are you crying?” He said as you heard footsteps going towards you.
“C-crying? No one’s crying, I’m just someone… You know, looking at the moon.” The last part sounded like a whisper, barely audible when your mind drifted back to your mark.
“I thought you were stargazing?” The voice said questioningly as you felt someone sat beside you.
“Stargazing, Moongazing, we’re all just looking at the same sky, right?” You said, hiding your face on your arms.
“Why aren’t you looking up then?”
“Why do you have so many questions?” You said, finally looking up at him only to feel a bit starstruck.
He chuckled lightly at your sudden out burst, his laugh making your heart melt while his smile made you forget, that just for a little while everything was okay.
“I’m sorry, but seeing a sad girl all alone in the middle of the night does make someone wonder.” He smiled cheekily, making your heart flutter once again. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“Not really,” you breathed out, looking down the grass, feeling the tears well up again.
“Here,” he said taking your cheeks by his palms as he gently wiped the tears off. His hands felt cold against your cheeks making you flinch a bit at the temperature. “Are you cold?” He asked worriedly, taking his jacket off and wrapping it around your shoulders, not even waiting for your response as he grinned at you.
He looked down, frowning a bit before turning back to you, “it’s getting late,” he said, “you should probably go home.”
“What’s your name?” You asked, looking at him curiously as his eyes softened.
“Lee Jihoon,” he answered.
“I-i’m y/n, will I see you again?”
Another smile made its way on his lips, “whenever you need me.”
The next day, he wasn’t there, you looked at your watch to see that it was 10:50 pm, you looked around worriedly at your surroundings as your gaze settled to the moon again.
“Where could he be?”
Ten minutes passed when you heard some twigs crack behind you, you turned around to see Jihoon.
“Hello again,” he said, “I didn’t thought you’d wait for me.”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“For starters, we don’t know each other.” He stated matter of factly, sitting down beside you.
“Well, why don’t we?” He gave you a sad smile before listening to everything you had to say. The both of you exchanged details about your everyday lives, him telling about his profession while you told him about your two best friends. You weren’t one to share such informations to a stranger, but something about Jihoon made you feel at ease. He felt familiar, like someone you’ve known and yet he was nothing more than a stranger to you a few moments ago.
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It was a week later when your friends noticed your nightly disappearances, they’ve grown very worried over you and the previous circumstances didn’t help ease their minds. So one day they decided to confront you about it.
“Okay, where are you running off to every night?” Seungkwan asked suddenly while you were watching some cartoons, you hear Jun facepalm next to him as he turned to him.
“I told you to be subtle!” You heard him scold the younger.
“But that will get us nowhere!” Seungkwan whined, “and I’m getting really worried about y/n.”
“You know I’m still here, right?” You interjected, raising your hand as both boys turned to you. “And if you guys are curious, you could always come, I want to introduce you to someone.”
“Someone?” Jun asked worriedly, his eyebrows scrunched as he looked down on you.
“Ohhh who could it be?” Seungkwan teased, wiggling his eyebrows, emitting a laugh from you, causing both boys to smile. It’s been a while since they heard you laugh.
“You’ll find out tonight,” you winked at him, “at the meadows.”
“Is that where you ran off to every night?” Jun asked, you nodded your head in answer before you turn back to the tv.
That night, you waited out in the meadows with Jun and Seungkwan, the two of them asking questions about Jihoon as you tried your best to answer them.
“Lee Jihoon, eh?” Jun said, “the name sounds familiar.”
“You probably heard of him, he told me he’s an amateur music producer.” You replied, smiling at the thought of him.
“Probably,” he mused, looking out on the field.
“What time will he come here?” Seungkwan interjected, looking at you excitedly.
“He mostly comes here at night,” you thought out, earning a nod from the two.
It was when you heard footsteps that made you turn around excitedly, to see the pale boy making his way towards the three of you. He stopped momentarily when he saw Jun and Seungkwan.
“There he is!” You exclaimed, pointing your finger at him. The two looked back excitedly before frowning. Seungkwan stood up in front of you, putting your hand down before placing them on his.
“Y/n, who’s there?” He asked, turning to Jun, watching the two of you with a soft look.
“Jihoon!” You said, still smiling, “he’s right there.”
“Y/n,” Jun spoke up, “there’s no one there.”
“W-what?” You asked in disbelief, staring at Jihoon as he looked at you with a pained expression. “He’s right there.”
“I think we should go home,” Jun breathed out while Seungkwan began to guide you out of the meadows.
“I’m sorry…”
-
That night, you heard a knock by your window, a small voice calling out to you as you stirred awake. You slowly opened your eyes to see Jihoon sitting by the fire exit on your bedroom’s window.
“Jihoon?” You whispered under your breath as you sat up. He waved at you with a small smile as you opened the window for him. He went inside swiftly before engulfing you in a hug. “What are you doing here? I-i don’t understand.”
“I’m sorry,” you heard him whisper, the sound becoming almost inaudible as you hugged him back. His coldness mixing in with your warmth, you sighed out in relief as he held you in his arms.
“I don’t understand,” you pulled away from the hug, “why can’t they see you?”
“They were never meant to see me,” he said, taking your hand in his as he grazed his thumb on your mark, the pain of the black ink suddenly feeling a bit warm with just the touch of his skin. He turned his wrist over to show the same black mark, “they’re not my soulmate.”
You looked down on his arm in shock and disbelief, “this can’t be, y-you died.”
“Technically I’m still dead, but soulmate marks always have a deeper meaning to it, right?” He stared at you, looking at your face as your eyes continued to look at your marks.
“Is that why I only see you at night?” You asked, turning to look at him, his face glowing by the moonlight escaping through your window. His features looking more ethereal as you continued to stare at him when he nodded his head. As yawn erupted from your throat.
“I’m guessing you need to sleep?” He asked while you nodded your head. His hand reached out to your waist as he guided you to your bed. His cold hand giving comfort to your warm body, gently laying you down before settling himself beside you, his body cuddling closer to yours as he held on to you. His fingers slowly disappearing as the moon began to dip down.
“Will I see you again?” You whispered out, your voice making him bury his face on your back as he felt himself slowly going away.
“Whenever you need me.”
Love you + leave you + say goodbye to you with hansol from svt and something angst please
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ways to leave you [chwe hansol]
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Vernon didn’t know what happened. One day you were sitting beside him in his car, smiling up at him as he drove all the way to god knows where. The wind blowing past your hair as you turned to the window, watching the lights of the city flash by as he focused on the road.
The next, your mother is coming in the apartment, taking your stuff away, not even bothering to give him a proper greeting or a simple smile. It was like the whole world was pushing against him, squeezing him until he felt so small.
He remembered how you were; understanding, caring, free spirited and everything he ever loved- The way you would always be there whenever he needed you to the way you would laugh at his corny jokes. You were everything he ever wanted.
But then he remembered how he was; ignorant, blunt, unbothered. He wondered how you were able to put up with him. All those hours of him ignoring your presence and only being there when he needed you.
Then he remembered the arguments. It haunted him. Played back in his head like a violent movie on repeat. The sound of your yellings echoing around the room. It was like you finally snapped from his constant ignorance. It frustrated him. He thought you were happy. He thought everything was okay. God how wrong he was.
“Why are you being like this? Can’t you see I’m busy?” He yelled, making you flinch at the sound of his voice.
“Please Vernon… Atleast just look at me!” You screamed, eyes watering in pent up frustration and anger. “We’re falling apart… I rarely see you anymore, you never talk to me and it’s like your not here anymore…”
“What are you trying to say? That I should quit my job? Y/n I’ve worked hard for this! You knew about the risks so why are you acting like this?”
“Do I mean nothing to you? Am I the only one holding on to this relationship? Vernon please…”
“Just shut up, okay?” He sighed, his fingers pressing on his forehead. “I don’t have time for this.” He said, walking away straight to your shared bedroom.
The next day, you were gone.
Vernon wanted to scream. He wanted to throw everything if it weren’t for your mother still packing your stuff. The several gifts and knick knacks exchanged between the two of you were placed in one of the boxes. Even though she doesn’t say it, he knew your mother blamed him.
It was all a blur to him but the feeling made it look vivid. He could still hear the ringing of the sirens rushing past the house. The sound of his phone ringing at three am and that voice. It haunted him- reminded him of the mistake he’d done.
“Vernon…” you whispered right as he was just in front of the door, his hand gripping on the knob tightly. He was about to turn it but the sound of your voice made him stop. “If you were to choose between me and your job,” you took in a huge amount of breath, the sound shaky and vulnerable as you continued. “What would you have chosen?”
It made him think. But pride welled up in his chest as he went deeper to it, hand gradually turning the knob. “Goodnight, y/n.”
He didn’t know how he managed to sleep that night. But he remembered how he woke up.
The sound of his ringtone managed to snap him awake. That time it was the sound of your voice, telling him to pick up the phone repeatedly. At first, he thought it was you. He quickly sat up from his spot, eyes searching across the room to find you.
“Vernonie~ pick up your phone!”
He turned his head to his nightstand, the picture of the both of you illuminating the room before he took the device.
“Hello?”
“Is this Vernon? Y/n has been admitted in the hospital and she’s in critical condition.”
His eyes were trained blankly on his phone, his thumb turning it on each time it powered off, staring at how happy you used to be. Were you happy when this was taken? Was he already hurting you at this time? Maybe… Just maybe, if he knew he could’ve been there. If he didn’t let his pride get the better of him he could’ve been there. There were so many chances where he could’ve been there yet he wasn’t.
As your mother picked up the last box, she gave him a small smile before exiting the room. Vernon looked around the small apartment. Every trace of your existence being there was already gone. All except for Vernon, who sat in the middle of the room, mind still processing that you were finally gone. That you had finally left him.
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ways to... –drabble event! [MASTERLIST]
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Love Letters – one
genre: fluff, to all the boys i’ve loved before au
words: 1.8k
synopsis: Throughout my whole life I’ve only been in love with five boys; Na Jaemin from Summer Camp, Wong Yukhei a.k.a. Lucas from my foreign language class, Lee Taeyong from kindergarten, Seo Youngho a.k.a. Johnny who I tutored back in middle school, and Kim Dongyoung from when I use to be part of the band club.
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Love Letters MASTERLIST
love letters | Throughout my whole life I’ve only been in love with five boys; Na Jaemin from Summer Camp, Wong Yukhei a.k.a. Lucas from my foreign language class, Lee Taeyong from kindergarten, Seo Youngho a.k.a. Johnny who I tutored back in middle school, and Kim Dongyoung from when I use to be part of the band club.
pairing: na jaemin, wong yukhei, lee taeyong, seo johnny, kim dongyoung x reader
part: one – two
The Boy in the Woods
the boy in the woods | where in Vernon is the time traveller you met when you were ten. [time traveler’s wife au]
“ it’s you. “
“ i’m sorry? “
pairing: chwe hansol x reader
part: one - two - three - four
Straw Doll MASTERLIST
straw doll | sometimes, vengeance isn’t really my thing.
“ just one curse? “
“ no. “
pairing: son youngtaek [golcha] x reader
part: one - two
Love in Tragedy MASTERLIST
love in tragedy | where in two people in first class caught in between the tragedy best known as the titanic.
“ will i ever see you again? “
pairing: choi bomin [golcha] x reader
part: one - two
Dandelions
genre: angst, soulmate au
pairing: kim mingyu x reader
synopsis: You never knew. As an artist, you found beauty in a lot of things, even if people called them a tragedy. For you, the most beautiful tragedy you’ve ever experienced was falling in love with Kim Mingyu.
words: 1.2k+
a/n: inspired by this au in twi, go give it a read everyone!!
requested by anon
Red.
He always loved the color red. The deep ruby of flowers always compelled him. You would often see him by the gardens, admiring the roses as he caressed its petals. His sunkissed skin making him look so ethereal as he smiled at you. Crooked teeth showing as you felt your throat dry. His hand reached the air, emitting a wave as you did one back, smiling softly at the boy.
You were an artist, you’d often draw the flowers whenever you came here, but in some cases, you found yourself drawing the tall boy instead. Your hand seeming to have the mind of its own as it travelled freely on your sketchbook, from the tips of his hairs to the touch of his fingertips.
You felt your wrist burn, causing you to flinch and stop. You closed your notebook before exiting the gardens, Mingyu followed your figure before sighing, his fingers brushing past the roses.
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The next day, you saw him again, he was now by the dandelions, you sat by your usual spot before taking a deep breath. Looking around in search of an inspiration before your eyes landed on him. His big hand delicately picking one of the dandelions as he placed them by his lips. A blow escaping him as the small strands float by.
“Did you make a wish?” His head snapped to the small voice, eyes turning to you as you gave a shy smile. Your brain going off sirens at what you had just done. You weren’t supposed to get involved, you were never meant to step in the spotlight, you were only given the cues but never the script so you were not supposed to be noticed. Out of sheer embarrassment, and his lack of response, you took this time to leave. Your wrist beginning to burn more as you felt like coughing, exiting the premises before Mingyu could even call out your name.
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Two days passed before you finally got the courage to go back. The gardens looked as extravagant as always as you walked in, your eyes travelling to the small area of the dandelions, your ears seeming to caught on fire as you quickly turned your head back and sat by your spot. Fall was approaching soon so you only had a few moments left to capture the gardens during the season of summer. You quickly took out your pencil as you flipped through your notebook, quickly pushing past the portraits of Mingyu before settling to a blank page. Your hand quickly drafting out sketches as your mind fell to the thought of Hydrangeas.
“I never made a wish,” the deep voice made you flinch as your pencil collided with the floor. You saw Mingyu stand by you, his features graced with one of his soft smiles, your heart speeding up as you found it hard to breath. He leaned down to grab your pencil before giving them to you. After that, he sat beside you, silence resonating between the two of you but neither wanted to leave.
“Would you like to make a wish?” He suddenly asked, making your head turn to him. Your mouth clamped shut, too afraid to speak another word as your wrist began to itch. Still, Mingyu took it as a quiet yes before standing up and picking one of the dandelions for you. “Close your eyes,” he said as you did, your sight being the dark as he spoke, “make a wish,” and you did just that, thought of one of the most impossible things in the world as he whispered, “blow.”
Slowly, you opened your eyes, seeing him so close made you hesitate before letting out a small puff of air, the strands being carried by the wind as it continued to be airborne. Your eyes looking up until all you could see were the clouds.
“Did you make a wish?” You smiled softly, eyes never leaving the clouds as you nodded. The words never leaving your mouth because they can’t. The pain on your wrist becoming less bearable as you finally looked at him again.
-
Days flew by like dandelions after that, the small friendship you and Mingyu had are airborne, floating by the air as the wind carried it. He did most of the talking as you listened. You learned he has a passion for a lot of things. And you loved him for that, the way he spoke about them always brought this certain light to him and it would always made you feel at awe every time.
One day, a small dance was held in your town, Mingyu offered you to be his date which made you more than happy. And as you two danced through the floor, everything in the world seemed right. For that moment it felt like everything was turning into place, his palm on your waist as the other held your hand. You felt happy, the way his hand molded yours felt right as for just a small moment, it felt like he was yours.
But like how the wind stopped carrying the strands of dandelion, the moment soon came to a stop. The burn on your wrist seemed to intensify as you took your hand off his grasp, his eyes bore into yours before you left the dance floor, running towards the bathroom like your life depended on it. It did.
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After the dance Mingyu looked more happy as he met you in the gardens, his face glowing as he smiled at you. He talked about the dance and how worried he was when you left. He told you that he tried to find you but you were nowhere in sight. After a little bit of assurance and apologies, your heart seemed to stop at what he said next.
“I found her.” The world seemed to spiral down a drain as he said those words, your wrist burned as you faked a smile.
When the sun started to set, it was time to leave. Mingyu gave you one last hug as he waved you goodbye. Making you to see the red sign on his wrist.
Vibrant. The only indication that his soulmate was alive, and it wasn’t you. The black mark on your wrist burning through your veins as you turned back and walked home. The sensation reminding you that your soulmate was dead and that you were falling for someone else’s other half. Something seemed to rise up your throat as you began coughing, small petals of white dandelions escaping your lips and landed on your palm the red of your blood adding the tiniest bit of color to them. It may have been different, but it reminded you of everything. How could something so beautiful feel so painful?
The coughing continued, you found it hard to breath, you were in so much pain as you arrived home, leaving a trail of blood and petals down your doorstep. Your eyes glaring at the sight of petals and red on your floor as you broke down, the pain on your wrist becoming more unbearable as you tried to scream. And you asked yourself again, how could something so beautiful feel so painful?
You never knew. As an artist, you found beauty in a lot of things, even if people called them a tragedy. For you, the most beautiful tragedy you’ve ever experienced was falling in love with Kim Mingyu.
He always loved the color red.
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