Pairings: Jeonghan/Woozi, other side pairings
Rating: PG13-M
Warnings: Mentions of character death, language
Part: 1/?
(this is a soulmate au oneshot that i never finished and now i want to but i also want to post what i already have so i’m gonna do it in parts instead of as one whole post.)
First part of the HanHoon soulmate au is officially up, and this blog will officially be closed. I hope to see some of you over on the new blog. I miss you guys.<3
Mental health in South Korea needs to be talked about
South Korea has had the highest suicide rate in the industrialized world for eight consecutive years. Suicide is the biggest cause of death to those in their 10s, 20s and 30s, and the suicide rates for men are twice as high as for women. These statistics only prove that the stigma surrounding mental health has to be changed - too many lives are being lost.
Jonghyun was talented, and kind, and open, and was fighting so hard, and for so long. From the bottom of my heart, I am so sorry to him, to anyone who knew him, and anyone who was his fan.
Jihoon’s head is pounding. Throbbing. Pulsating with a weird tuk-tuk, tuk, tuk-tuk rhythm that has him squeezing his eyes shut and whimpering. He feels like his whole body is broken, pain radiating everywhere and the foul taste of stale bile caught in the back of his mouth. He manages to crack an eye open, groaning and shutting it again against the harsh light streaming in from the window next to his bed.
It takes him a good four minutes of lying there before he remembers that the window in his room is covered by heavy black-out curtains, held firmly against the wall by his desk. He manages to get both eyes open after the revelation. The room he’s in is definitely not his own, too bright and with whiteboards on the wall detailing nurses and doctors assigned to patient ‘Lee’ of 517B.
He tries to sit up, bracing his arms and hissing when he notices the IV hooked into the crook of his arm conecting him to lines of fluids resting on a rack above his head. His brows furrow in annoyance at the equipment.
“Jihoon!” His father’s voice breaks the near silence in the room as the older man rounds the curtain cutting the hospital room in half. Seungkwan trails in after the man, screeching and almost dropping his coffee on the floor as he rushes to Jihoon’s side.
The days blur together after that first one. He remembers Seungkwan bringing him books or games or school work throughout the time he’s there, his father coming and sitting next to him and watching TV, even a couple of girls from his class coming to visit him with homemade food or gifts, but none of it really matters because there’s only one person he’s concerned with and they haven’t been in to see him even once.
When he arrives at school after his discharge, he rushes to the bathroom. Not the main bathroom, the one in the far hallway that’s barely ever used except for the few third years that would sneak in there to smoke during study period. The one where Minki and Jihoon would spend most of their mornings.
“Minki!” he yells when he steps in. The door bangs as it shuts, leaving the bathroom in eerie silence in its wake. He pushes each stall door open, frowning when they all swing open with no one inside. He props himself on the counter, deciding to wait as the first bell rings. It shouldn’t be long before Minki shows up after all.
But he doesn’t show up. The bell for first period release rings and no one has entered the bathroom. The bell for second period rings and no one comes in. The bell for second period release trills and still nothing. Jihoon chews his lip as third period passes and he makes his way to the cafeteria for lunch.
He finds Seungkwan at their usual table by himself and sets his stuff down, startling the younger. He scans the room, searching every face but no matter how hard he looks, Minki isn’t there.
“H-hyung, are you okay? What are you looking for?”
“Minki.” He doesn’t even look at Seungkwan as he picks up his bag again. “Kwannie, cover for me, I’m going to his house.”
Seungkwan’s eyes bulge as Jihoon starts towards the door. “W-wait, hyung, st-” Jihoon presses on through the crowd, ignoring Seungkwan completely.
He makes it to the back gate which has been broken for as long as Jihoon has been at the school and flags down a taxi, too impatient to take the bus like he usually would.
His feet tap against the floorboard as the car crawls through the city towards Minki’s house. Jihoon doesn’t even know what he’s going to say to him. He’s scared, honestly. All of the things that the doctors told him, things that Minki had told him, it all added up to one thing in Jihoon’s mind: Minki is sick. Very very sick. And as bad as Jihoon was during his hospital stay, Minki is ten, no, twenty times worse. Minki needs to get help and he needs it quickly.
He pays his tab as the taxi pulls up to the curb, not even waiting for his change as he rushes up the stairs of Minki’s apartment complex, feet slapping against the concrete loudly. But Minki isn’t home when he gets to the apartment. No one is. And no one will be if the “For Rent” sign in the window is any indication.
“They moved out a few days ago.” Jihoon turns at the voice, finding one of the maintenance workers leaning against the wall a little further downt he hall. “There was a death in the family, a boy about your age, and the parents couldn’t stand to be here anymore.”
Jihoon’s heart sinks and he feels bile in his throat as he nods and makes his way back downstairs. He doesn’t even make it to the ground floor before he collapses, sinking into himself as sobs rack his body. Minki is gone. Minki is dead and gone and Jihoon was too late to do anything bout it.
Well then. Not only was Seokmin born on this day but so has Vernon! Our beloved Hansol Vernon Chwe, our beloved half caucasian half asian idol! My dear fellow ‘98 line!
Ok so, lets get the obvious out of the way. Yes, Vernon is super attractive, insanely so perhaps. is genes have clearly worked in his favour.
Clearly, he is extremely handsome, very naughty.
But the thing that impressed me the most with Vernon is how hard he has been trying to improve himself.
So we all know that his first attempt at showing off his rap skills as an individual had been anything but successful.
Indeed, he kinda tried to bite more than he could chew. He tried to be too ‘gangsta’, too ‘hardcore’ before he could develop.
However, instead of closing inside of himself when he failed, instead of throwing a fit, he accepted defeat and decided to learn, to evolve as an artist. Indeed, he continued to grow, rather than blame others.
while i agree wholeheartedly that the actions of carats at the Toronto airport should not be condoned in any way or form, please clear the rumours that Hoshi said that the carats at the concert were better than carats at the airport because IT IS NOT TRUE. It was a misinterpretation on the translator’s part and none of us want any miscommunications or misunderstandings to occur regarding Hoshi and his treatment of svt fans (whom HE LOVES A LOT !!!)
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