Roars of the fans were loud as they cheered on for their favorite idols and groups, waving their light sticks, holding up banners and signs. It was funny since you were once like them but now you were on the other side. Now there were others cheering for you and your group. ISAC - the Idol Star Athletics Championships, a field day for idols to show off their athletic side and for groups from all companies to come together and to have fun, spend time with friends and fans. Cameras and lights everywhere. But this was also a constant thought that had to be remembered as an idol - thereâs always someone watching.
You walked down the hallway, back toward the stadium after your quick bathroom break and now it was time to rejoin with your group, wherever they were. You hadnât really seen them since you finished your events for the day and they had theirs, so your group was scattered all around.
It was like entering a new world as the lights were suddenly shining down, and you could almost feel some eyes turning toward you. But then again, there was a lot more screaming now that the male group idols were participating in wrestling.
Your fingers fiddled with the bandage you were trying to unwrap but they were so different from the ones you were used to back home. You had a cut you didnât even realize you had until you were washing your hands and the soap had gotten into the cut.
Your eyes wandered around the stadium before looking back down to your bandage, fiddling with the paper but you couldnât find the preferated seam, none of those. But with your eyes on the ground, you didnât even notice the steps approaching you, the sudden body standing before you.
âUh, do you need help?â A deep voice asked you quietly admist all the chaos and loudness all around the spacious stadium.
You looked up and met eyes with Monsta Xâs I.M, his dark brown hair long and his eyes almost invisible behind them.Â
âOh, yes please,â you snapped yourself out of it, realizing you had been frozen for just a bit too long. You handed him the bandaid as he took it from the palm of your hand, ripping the wrapping with ease, though you kept your eyes on the ground. Your mind raced. What was your manager going to say? How would fans react, especially now that Monsta X was on the rise and your group were still rookies. How would they feel toward these interactions, especially since there were fans online and everywhere who were known to interpret the slightest interactions as two idols possible dating or that they liked each other.Â
You stuck your finger out, allowing him to wrap the bandage around your little cut. âThank you,â you bowed, only to feel immense heat rise up in your chest seeing glances from other male idols and that was when it hit you that you were on the âmaleâ side, since males and females tended to sit apart from each other, unless they were close brother/ sister groups like Twice and Stray Kids and such.Â
âYouâre welcome, Y/N. Try to be careful,â he smiled kindly before he backed away cooly, returning to his seat.Â
Why was your heart beating so fast? You were fortunately able to find your other group members, much more at ease with them but you couldnât hel but glance back toward the area he sat in.. well, to him, though you had to resist the urge - you couldnât risk a scandal or rumor and trouble either groups and companies. But you did notice something... he was getting closer.. You couldnât tell if it was just your imagination, if you were thinking too much about it or not. His group was sat in the stands, now they were sat at the edge of the stadium, and now they were sitting closer to the groups.Â
When it was time for one of your membersâ events, you stood up to cheer when thatâs when you felt it. As you stood, you bumped into someone, knocking you right back down to where you once sat.Â
âIâm sorry, didnât see you there,â the familiar voice called out to you as he helped you up, offering his hands to you. Changkyun lifted you up to your feet. âSorry about that.âÂ
âItâs fine,â you bowed politely before turning away, though his hand was still holding onto yours.Â
âUh, before you go, maybe we can contact each other?â his voce was quiet as his head down. He slipped a piece of paper into your hand before bowing with the nod of his head and disappearing with the rest of his group.Â
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ummm i remember reading the best donghyuck fanfic on your page but i cant find it.. is it deleted? (it was where haechan was a farm boy and y/n and him went to an old place they used to visit when they were young.. does that ring a bell) idk but i remember loving it i hope to see where it went
Hey same anon from earlier, thanks for letting me know I checked out your other blog and itâs really cool. Iâll be looking forward to that Wonho mafia part 3 though. Take careâ¤ď¸
thank you!!~ I hope you enjoy my future content on there~
Song writing challenge no. 6: Lover - Taylor SwiftÂ
The moon was high in the sky, concealed behind the gray clouds that let the rain fall. Droplets of rain tapped against the windows and the roof of the house. But the outside didnât matter. Nothing did. All you could feel in this moment was Taeil and all he could feel was your body pressed against his.
He held your hand in his, his other arm wrapped around your waist from behind as soft music played from your phone. He rested his face on the top of your head as he swayed you slowly to the music in the dark kitchen, the only light source coming from he streetlamp standing in the rain.
âIâve loved you three summers now, honey, but I want âem allâŚâ
He did. He wanted you, he wanted to be selfish. He wanted to keep you all to himself for the rest of his life. He remembered the day he met you, the days he found his mind straying from the lectures, his eyes drifting to your focused self sitting comfortably in class. He felt his heart skip a beat whenever your eyes met his. Spending moments like these where he felt himself falling in love with you all over again.
âLadies and gentlemen, will you please stand?â
A smile spread on his features as he imagined a week from now, he would see you walking toward him down the aisle. You were really going to be his and he was going to be yours. He could only be patient and wait for that day to come.
âCan we always be this close forever and ever?â He sang softly along to the song playing on repeat, his lips pressing a kiss to the top of your head before he gave you a small twirl. The two of you danced to the slow song in the dark kitchen in pajamas.
His voice. Moon Taeil. Your soon to be husband. The thought of him had a relieving affect on you that seemed to make you calm when he appeared in your mind of beside you, taking your hand in his whenever he could. You never thought you would fall in love in life, let alone be getting married, but you understood now. Love. The happiness you felt well up in your chest seeing him get excited, the shyness you suddenly felt when he played with your hair or his face being inches away from yours and his eyes boring into yours, his gaze unwavering.
âYouâre my lover,â you spoke into the silence before the song repeated. âOf course we can.â You smiled up at him to which he leaned down, giving you a sweet kiss on the lips.
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Hey I just wanted to say that I love your Monsta X short stories. They are all very cute. Also I was wondering if you were planning to continue the wonho mafia fic. I really enjoyed reading it and wanted to see what would happen next. Anyways take care and stay safe.â¤ď¸
Ah okay to be very honest, I didnât think people were actually still interested ah ah ah so I will be continuing it. Iâm actually writing it right now since I saw this in my inbox and wow. Rereading what I had wrote, it makes me wanna restart the series !! purely because my writing style changed and, i hope, got better with it being way more descriptive. But I will do my best and get it out ASAP!
hii! i recently discovered your work and i am in love with your writing 𼺠i'm new to tumblr in general so i'm not sure if i can ask you this here (apologies if it causes a inconvenience)
are you planning on completing the Mafia!Wonho series ? it's got me hooked and i can't stop re-reading the two published chapters in anticipation for the final one đ thank you so much in advance if you answer, hope you have a lovely day/night <3
Hi!! Uh I kind of stopped writing for this blog and I havenât RESLLY written for this blog for a long time compared to my anime blog @dokifluffs and dw you can message me
I will try my best to get back to the final part of mafia Wonho and mayhaps Iâll even get back to writing for this blog~ i donât wanna let this blog die but Iâve just lost motivation but again, I will try again!â
Song writing challenge no. 5: Get You the Moon - Kina feat. Snow
warning: mentions of anxietyÂ
If Jungwoo could give it to you, heâd give you the moon.
You were everything to Kim Jungwoo, as he was to you.
The countless times your touch enveloped his cold body, your soft hands covering his shaky ones. Your words, your touches, the warmth you never failed to emit to him, your presence, your mere existence made all the difference to him.
The love that you gave him that seeped deep inside of him that he could never forget the feeling of. The fuzzy feeling tickling his chest, making a gorgeous smile spread on his face. The smile that made the world smile back.
How you patient you were, holding him close and dear. His body laid between your legs, leaving no space in between. A blanket draped over your bodies on the couch as rain fell from the heavy clouds that couldnât hold it any longer. They gave in and let the rain pour down. His arms wrapped around your torso as you petted his head, breathing slowly with him to bring him back down to earth, to you.
The silence that was all around the two of you. Â The sound of your reassuring voice and words that brushed away his insecurities, his anxiety. How he adapted to the sound of your voice that pulled him from the deafening static in his head, blurring his senses. He was sure he would definitely be suffocating. He would definitely be drowning without your presence in his life.
You kept his head âabove water.â
The power that your touch had was incomparable. No candle held a flame to you in his eyes. You were an anchor that kept him down, brought him back, found him.
Your fingers brushed through his silky locks as his slowed breath tickled your arm. He slept soundly in your embrace, soaking in the warmth you always emitted. But you werenât able to save him from everything. He still had thoughts and nightmares that daunted him. There were times he sunk below the surface, letting the cold emptiness begin strip away the feeling in his finger tips and feet.
Sometimes you were too far away before you could catch him when he got too lightheaded, when you missed the opportunity to pull him back down to you. But still.
Jungwoo wouldnât hesitate to give you the moon if he could because you gave him the universe and everything further.
Song writing challenge no. 4: Symphony - Clean Bandit feat. Zara Larsson
Warning: death
The bass of the music blasting through the speakers of the empty studio vibrated the walls, ground, and lights. His body was saturated in perspiration. He danced until his body began to cry from his endless movements as he danced to the same song playing on repeat.
âAnd now your song is on repeat, Iâm dancinâ on to your heartbeat...â
Heartbeat. This word pounded in his chest harder each and every time the song repeated and this word blasted from the amplifiers in the corners of the room.
He danced, something he was very passionate about yet why did it hurt so much. How did the thing he loved to express himself with hurt him so?
You. The studio was huge but whenever he let everything out in his moves, you would sit along the sidelines or in a corner and you watched him dance. Your big eyes focused intently on how he moved with the music.
No.
Your words rang loud and clear in his head, tuning out the music.
âThe way you move makes it look like the music is matching up to you, itâs otherworldly what it can do.â
A hard, sharp, momentary pain shot through his knees as he collapsed to them in the center of the dimmed studio. He filled the room with his pants but all he could hear was the music and his frantic heart beats.
âWhen you hold me tight, and donât let go...âÂ
The final lyrics that echoed until the song repeated. His pent up frustrations poured out of him as he let his voice be heard and tears prickling his eyes. The venomous words he said to you before he pushed you away. The way your face contorted with a pain he hated himself for inflicting. The bright light leaving the eyes he realized how much he missed.
âHeartbeat..â the lyrics repeated.
the thing he could no longer hear from you and he blamed it all on himself.
âHeartbeat.â
He snatched off the bucket hat oh his head and threw it to the ground, sliding across the floor, to blow off some steam.
âHold me right and donât let go...â
his emotions bubbled inside, burning him, choking himself from the inside because thatâs how it felt. He regretted letting you and not holding you close to him tight enough.
He leaned against one of the walls where you used to sit suddenly feeling so small, so lonely. You were never going to come back. And it was is fault.
âBefore, all I heard was silence.â
He resonated with the lyrics. He understood what it meant now. You were the symphony that made him to never stop moving, to never stop dancing and showing you what he was capable and what he would be capable of. The music you brought into his life was an endless song that he could hear so clearly. But now there was silence. The ârhapsodyâ was gone. You were someone so precious to him and so close to his heart and now that you were gone, he felt âincomplete.â
He was all alone.
A cold breeze ghosted over his bare arms as he pressed the palms of his hands over his eyes but it was no use. The sadness was overwhelming. It was drowning him. There was nothin he could do to change it. There was nothing he could do to take back his words, nothing he could say to take away the sadness. He couldnât change the sadness you felt, the last thing you felt.
Little did he know you were still watching him dance.
~~~~~Â
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Hiiiii, just want to let you know your writing is beautiful, please keep it going, it's so lovely, easy to read and it makes me feel đŚđŚđŚđŚđŚđŚ have a lovely day!!
Awww thank you so so much!!! Iâm trying to slowly get back jnto writing for this blog since Iâm so focused on my anime blog @dokifluffs but thank you for sending me this!!
His mind was hazy as his thoughts blurred together under the influence of alcohol but the clear thing he could see in the mess of his head was you. You were the one thing, the one person he would always be able to see clearly. The way you talked with your velvet voice in his ears, the way you smiled enrapturing him as if it was your power. Your scent intoxicated him stronger than any drug and he was addicted to it- addicted to you. How you were able to entrance him so was incomprehensible.
He was unable to leave his hands off of your hands, arms, legs, or sides whenever he drank a little too much. The door to his true feelings for you was pushed wide open, revealing everything he could to you and he regretted nothing. He took in these moments with you, imprinting them into his hazy memory the best he could to remember your presence by your side the next morning.Â
In his eyes, you were so precious. You were everything to him and you were all his, making him giddy. There was just something about your personality, who you were as a human that coaxed him out of his shell, evaporating all his fears and insecurities deep inside of him. You made him feel something he couldnât really feel with anyone else - whole.Â
You laid beside him on his bed, your head resting on his arm he stretched out only for you. He couldnât take his eyes off of you. Even in the darkness of the night with the street lamp shining in, you were such a beauty. You were ethereal to him. He couldnât focus on just one thing about you. One thing always led to another and you made him unable to think straight. God it was frustrating but he never wanted this frustration to disappear.
You were the sun and all the stars to him. No matter how bad things seemed or felt to be in his life or anywhere, you made things seem okay when you were with him. You shined brighter than any star in the universe in his eyes. No one compared to you.
âGod, I love you so much,â he breathed against your cheek, his breath with the smell of hennessy tickling your nose. His arm was draped across your waist and he didnât push further. He never did when he was drunk, letting his emotions take over his actions when his mind wasnât clear enough to do anything. He didnât do things, engage in activities with you when he wasnât sober. He respected your boundaries and who you were as a person as you did with him.Â
He didnât need to ravish your body to show his love for you. He let his words speak for himself rather than his actions but sometimes you rendered him speechless. You did things to his heart and head he didnât know could be done.
Your soft laughter filling his ears made his heart do little flips in his chest. He didnât know who to thank for your existence in his life, your mere presence that was bestowed to him. You were the one person he wanted to see a future with.
Johnny was wrapped around your finger and all he could say when he was speechless was a single word as he tightened his hold on you.
Song writing challenge no. 2: Home - Phillip PhillipsÂ
**warning: family member passed awayÂ
The floor was littered with tissues used to blow your nose and wipe away the tears from your weeping face. You couldnât control all the sorrow overwhelming you at the moment. No matter what you thought of, all your mind was filled of was the memories of you and your father from your childhood to adulthood. The films you watched of him holding your hand as your unstable legs tried to carry you taking your first steps. When he kissed the pain away from your knee when you fell  on the sidewalk trying to ride it the first time. Then scenario in your head of him walking you down the aisle to give his child away to marriage, to dance with you - it was a day he wouldnât be able to see and it hurt.
You had to plan everything yourself being the only child. Your father was the youngest of his family and your mother had passed away before he did. The loneliness circulating around you began to creep closer the further you fell into the hole of uncertainty.
A mug of warm water appeared at your side in Taeyongâs hand. The excruciating pain that burned your body from the inside out was unbearable and never losing anyone in his life, he could only imagine the pain of losing both parents.
The water warmed up your cold body, spreading into all your muscles and organs as it went down your throat. Your mind was scattered all over the place as it felt like wounds were opening up and new ones were forming. He was really gone. You wouldnât see him if you came back next week or if you drove to the hospital to check up on him. If you called him or the landline, you would only hear a memory of his voice. Seeing him alive, breathing, blinking, eating, drinking - these would all become memories that would gradually become distanced.
Taeyong brought you into his arms, his touch on your head as he pressed you closer to his chest, his hands folding his fingers over yours, intertwining them. He was delicate with you. He stayed silent as you let your laments pour out of you. He rubbed circles onto your back, rubbing up and down your arm, never ceasing to let you know he was touching you. He wanted everything he felt for you to reach you and for it to be something comfortable for you to fall back on. He wanted to catch you whenever you needed, to rescue you when it felt like no one was going to.Â
You stayed leaned against him as he soothed you, helped you wash away your cries, letting the room fill with a silence.Â
âYouâre not alone, Y/N. Donât think youâre alone,â his voice sweet as honey as he pressed long kisses to the crown of your head. He meant his words and his actions. You werenât alone. Youâll never be alone. âEven if it feels dark and cold around you, know Iâll be with you.â
A fresh wave of tears poured from your eyes down your face as a new feeling erupted in your heart but instead of a pain burning you, it was warm. It somehow made you feel happy hearing these words from Taeyong, reminding you of the words your father said before he drifted into eternal slumber with his dear friends beside him and your mother guiding him.
âHe would always be with you.â
His hold around you tightened when you threw your arms around his shoulders weeping into his neck. You trembled under his loving touch as he pressed all he could into you. As much as it hurt and the amount of stuff on your plate was overflowing, it would be something you would have to approach slowly, taking things one at a time, step by step and he was going to be right beside you. Both of them.
The home that you grew up in, the one you thought would only bring you pain when you thought of it was different. Home was full of care, kindness, love. Home was home. Home was Taeyong.
