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hello!
i just wanna apologise for the delay of part 2 of the woojin & jihoon royal au. i've been a little busy with exams coming up but i'll try to get part 2 up as soon as i can (most probably by this week) thank you for your patience 💘
read part one here
you can read my other stories in the meantime! masterlist
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Does anyone play this on loop because I do
Can I ask for woojin friendship with jihoon scenario? Triangle love story angst but happy ending? Royal au will be great 😘 thank you
part one is up!! sorry it took so long!
royal bloodline (1/2)
summary: the tale of a king feared by his people, his right hand man, and a palace maiden who somehow finds herself tangled up in the midst of it all. characters: you, woojin, jihoon genre: royal!au, romance, angst, fluff a/n: requested by anon | masterlist | ps. im not sure if i’m the only one who isn’t seeing the bullet points on the tumblr mobile app. but if it’s the same for you then try reading this on safari/google chrome (for mobile users) for easier reading.
now, the thing about woojin was that for a 20 year old, he was pretty damn cold
and harsh
and most of all, scary
that’s the impression most people had of their newly appointed king
the late king, woojin’s father, had died about a year ago due to an assassination from a group of rebels who intended to overthrow the royal family
the group of rebels traced back to another kingdom; kingdom of quix, where crimes were not regulated and it was a highly dangerous place
the kingdom of quix had fallen due to the corruption from the royal family
and ever since then,
people of that fallen kingdom had either started to seek refuge in other places or find ways to overthrow the royals in other thriving kingdoms
knowing this, woojin, who had to become king way before his time was to come,
was thrown into an endless amount of new responsibilities
and had the burden of keeping his kingdom safe placed on his shoulders in the matter of one night
despite the king’s young age, he was merciless when it came to killing enemies
or eliminating people who planned to assassinate him before they could even get to him
his people were afraid of him.
because although his father was a benevolent king, woojin was one who did not hesitate to make it rain blood
the kingdom underwent massive changes ever since the start of woojin’s reign
and woojin wanted to establish this kind of image for himself as well as his kingdom as his way of protecting his people
he didn’t want the same thing to happen again
because of how nice and kind his father was, people of other kingdoms often had the impression that his father was an “easy king”,
someone who you could easily overthrow or even murder
woojin thinks that’s what led to the death of his father
and he was going to make sure that no one would be able to even come close to ruining the kingdom which his father has single-handedly build up
-
two rapid knocks on the door
“your highness,” a deep voice says
“come in,” woojin replies and places his tea onto the table beside him
the door is gently pushed open and a boy with golden locks enters, his sword hung by the side of his waist
“good afternoon, your highness, i hope you are enjoying your tea,” the boy says, “but i have some news to deliver to you.”
the boy hands a scroll of paper to the king
“jihoon,” woojin deadpans, “when are you going to stop with that highness bullshit?”
“your highness! it is not right to talk in such inappropriate language!” the boy’s eyes widened dramatically, placing a hand to his mouth as he gapes at the king
woojin sighs and rolls his eyes, staring at his right hand man and absolutely unamused by the latter’s acting
jihoon lets out a soft chuckle and walks closer to the king who sat on his throne
“it’s been a year and it’s still so weird seeing you on that throne,” jihoon remarks as he takes a few steps forward
“well adjust to it then, because i’m going to be sitting on it for a long time to come.”
jihoon sneers and ruffles his hair, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead, “the weather is so disgustingly hot i might literally die in these suffocating clothes.”
“then die,” woojin comments sarcastically
jihoon gasps loudly, putting a hand on his chest and looking at his bestfriend with much offense, “if i’m dead you ain’t going to survive.”
“i am the king who makes it rain blood, jihoon,” woojin says, “why would i not survive?”
“because you are the same idiot who cries over how cute puppies are and drools in his sleep,” jihoon counters
woojin clears his throat, cheeks heating up a little in embarrassment, “anyways!”
“yeah anyways, there has been a breach of security in the southwest wing of the palace and it’s apparently from one of the people from that rebel group,” jihoon’s tone drops
woojin’s expression stiffened and his lips pressed into a thin line, eyebrows furrowed and all senses of the previous lighthearted atmosphere disappearing
“i’ve found out that the rebel group is planning an attack soon, but we are still trying to find out when it will be.”
“there are definitely betrayers lurking in our palace who are giving away information to that rebel group,” woojin warns, “eliminate all of them before i do it myself.”
jihoon bows, receiving the scroll back from the king
“i shall take my leave now,” the golden-haired boy says, “please enjoy your afternoon.”
woojin nods and dismisses jihoon
he sits there for a long time, searching through his memories and piecing up the information he has accumulated about this rebel group
and trying to trace back to who their leader is
what made this rebel group such a dangerous one
was the fact that they weren’t just a bunch of brainless idiots who lived for violence
in fact, they were a bunch of people who had the brains equal to the ones of the palace’s highest ranking guards
their plan to overthrow a kingdom was a carefully planned out motive
and this is what troubled woojin the most
because he had to kill all of them, up till the last member, the leader
or else his country was to come to war
and there would be bloodshed
as much as he wasn’t afraid of having blood splattered onto his clothes,
the last thing he wanted was his people to fall into a chaos of war and uncertainty
all these thinking had made woojin’s head throb a little in pain
he has been having sleepless and restless nights which has tired him a little during the day
he notes to himself to get a good night sleep today and decides to take a stroll around the palace grounds alone
if it wasn’t for how much there was troubling woojin,
he would’ve been able to appreciate the scenery a little better
and just how nice of a day out it was except for the scorching heat
woojin walks quietly around the palace, deep in thought
as he turns a corner, something hard bumps against his chest
he looks down to meet the eyes of a palace maid
she splutters, horrified, “your highness!”
to be honest, woojin has seen lots of pretty ladies and princesses from other kingdoms throughout his lifetime
but he has never seen a palace maid who looked so beautiful it made his heart stop beating for a second
“it’s fine,” he says and notices the basket of flowers in her hands
“what’s this?” he asks
she blinks rapidly, holding the basket to herself a little tighter
she doesn’t dare to meet the king’s eyes, for she was just but a mere palace maiden
“the royal gardener has prompted me to help him pick up some flowers from the city,” she answers respectfully
woojin nods thoughtfully, “i wonder how our gardens are looking like. it’s been a long time since i’ve been there,” he murmurs to himself
she hears this, eyes perking up to look up at her king, “if your highness allows me, i would like to bring you there!”
the young king raises an eyebrow, a little surprised at her boldness
he was pretty sure his people had heard the rumors of how merciless and scary he was
so to have a palace maiden daring enough to meet eyes with him?
and even offer to bring him around?
it threw him off guard, if he were to be honest
but at the same time, he was intrigued by her chocolate eyes and long eyelashes
and the way she seemed to react to him slightly differently as compared to other people in his palace
“sure,” he says after a while
and the palace maid jolts in surprise
-
you scrambled around the city, busy trying to find the flower shop at the end of the street
it was hot and humid and the streets were crowded with people
bodies bumping against each other and having to squeeze through people
it really couldn’t get any worse.
it was also honestly so tiring and you wanted to complete your task as soon as possible
the royal gardener had assigned you to go get some specific flowers found in the city
and so you did
after a long time of finding the particular shop you were looking for, you managed to get the required seeds and flowers
and jogged your way back to the palace, sweating buckets
“i’m going to get scolded so badly,” you mumbled to yourself
the royal gardener was a kind man but he hated tardiness
and he absolutely couldn’t tolerate people who could not bring his goods to him on time
you kind of dreaded going back but knew you had to just suck it up and get back as soon as possible before he got any angrier
when you arrived at the palace, you ran to the garden as fast as your legs could carry you, hands gripping onto the basket of flowers
just as you turned a corner, you bumped into something hard and stumbled backwards a little
you looked up in surprise, “your highness!” you yelped, heart thumping ridiculously fast
i’m going to die i’m going to die i’m going to die
you repeated in your head like a mantra
your hands were shaking and cold sweat started to form
it was the king and you knew you were going to be executed at this point
you had heard the rumors about him and how cold and merciless he was
you heard the deeds he had done to enemies and heard how he wasn’t afraid to kill his own people
what you hadn’t know was the fact that the king would never lay a hand on his own people unless justified
nonetheless, you were afraid for your life and panicking until you hear him say, “it’s fine.”
you were confused, wondering if it was all a dream.
before you could even speak, his voice says again, “what’s this?” and you see his hand pointing to the basket of flowers in your hands
you grasped onto it a little tighter, explaining that the gardener had assigned you to get them
you hear him murmur to himself about how the garden looks and perhaps it might have been the heat that made you lose all kinds of senses
but at that moment you didn’t know what made you blurt out, “if your highness allows me, i would like to bring you there!”
a second after saying that you realised your mistake
and you knew you were dead at this point
maybe it was because you knew just how beautiful the palace’s garden has grown to look that you wanted to let the king know
but to the point of offering to show him the way?
even you yourself felt as if you had gone crazy
however, what you least expected was for the young king to say, “sure,” with a hint of amusement in his tone
you squeezed your eyes shut, wanting to just die in that instant as you regretted every single life choice you’ve ever made
“this way, your highness,” your hands pointed north as your voice trembled and you bowed your head
the king walks forwards and you trailed behind him slowly, millions of thoughts running through your head
i hope i don’t get publicly executed, you thought to yourself as you wiped away the sweat on your forehead
when you reached the garden, you see the royal gardener tending to his flowers
the gardener hears footsteps and turns around, yelling, “what took you s-!”
until he meets eyes with woojin and the old man’s eyes widens, mouth opening in shock
“your highness!” he shouts and quickly bows
woojin stifles a laugh, determined to keep his cold exterior
“i see our garden has grown a lot,” he remarks
indeed, it has changed a lot as compared to a year ago which was also the last time he had been here
ever since he became the king, he had been so overloaded with work he barely had time to even explore the palace grounds like how he used to always do when he was still a crown prince
“your assistant has brought some flowers for you,” woojin says
you take it as your cue to hurry over to the gardener’s side to hand him the basket of flowers he had requested
the old man accepts it hastily, thanking you
woojin just watches the interaction, a small smile tugging at his lips as he watches how you fumbled with your fingers in nervousness
the look on woojin’s face goes unnoticed to you and the gardener
“your highness!” a distant scream from behind is heard
woojin turns around to see jihoon running up to him
“we have some business to settle,” his right hand man says, sounding urgent
“i shall take my leave now. thank you for your hard work,” woojin quickly says
you and the gardener bowed lower as the king took his leave
after he was out of sight, the gardener chided you for taking such a long time before dismissing you
with that, you quickly left
honestly, you didn’t really had any other tasks left to do for the remaining of the afternoon so you decided to retire to your room
because of how rich the kingdom and palace was, palace maids had their own rooms instead of having to be cramped together
and that was one privilege you were thankful to have
although the room was significantly small,
it was still better than having to share one room with so many other palace maids
and that night, you sat there thinking about your encounter with the king
despite the rumors you had heard about him
it was your first time being in such a close encounter with the feared highness
yet he didn’t show any signs of aggressiveness towards you
and truth to be told, you were shocked
behind all of that though, you managed to take such a close look at him and realised just how good looking the king really was
your cheeks heated up, embarrassed and flustered at having such thoughts about the king as your heart started to beat a little faster
and at the back of your head, although you hated to admit it, you looked forward to the next time when you could see the handsome king once again
-
the next encounter happened not long after
when you were going about your daily tasks a week after that encounter with the king
you were just absentmindedly doing your work in the garden, humming to yourself
until a voice startles you
“looks like you’re taking good care of the flowers,” woojin notes
you jumped a little and quickly turned around, quickly lowering your head when you realised who it was
“your highness,” you gulped
“relax,” woojin chuckles lightly
your eyes widened, unable to believe that you’d just heard the king laugh
and so did woojin
he stopped himself immediately, completely in disbelief that he’d laughed in front of you
that was not his image at all
and he was freaking out a little
an awkward silence falls as both of you do not say anything
woojin clears his throat loudly, “continue your work then. i have matters to attend to.”
you bowed and woojin hastily walks off, footsteps urgent, completely flustered as his cheeks turned red
you stood up straight when the young king disappears out of sight, sighing to yourself
that was completely weird
“he’s cute, isn’t he?” another voice says from behind
you yelped in surprised, turning around hastily
you notice it was the same guy who had came to tell the king that they had urgent matters to attend to the other time
you are pretty sure it’s the king’s right-hand man
“sir,” you bowed a little
the man chuckles, “just call me jihoon. and you don’t have to bow to me.”
he had golden locks, big eyes and a smile so warm and friendly it could have thousands of ladies falling at his feet in a single second
he was gorgeous
and for a moment, you wondered if this palace had nothing but flower looking boys ruling the country?
“so you were the one he was talking about,” jihoon says, a lopsided grin on his face as he approaches you
“what do you mean?” you questioned as you took a step back
jihoon laughs and crosses his arms before throwing you a look, expression mischievous and teasing, “you’ll see.”
and with that, he walks off, humming to himself
you just stood there, unsure of what exactly just happened
-
you weren’t really sure why thoughts of the king kept lingering in your head
it was probably a mixture of curiosity and fearfulness
fearful of the cold blooded king who everyone dare not offend
but also a 20 years old young adult who had so many layers beneath his personality rather than just the fact that he was a merciless king
and it was also weird how you’d started to bump into him a lot more times than you used to
in the past, you’d barely seen the king around
even if you did, it was only a few glimpses once every few months when you’d catch him walking around with guards trailing behind him
but recently, you’ve been seeing him a lot more around the area which you worked for in the palace as well as the garden
and the head palace maid of your area had also informed you that you were recently promoted
you were now an assistant head instead of just one of the hundreds of palace maids that worked in the palace
but to be honest you didn’t really wanted that because you just wanted to keep a low profile
what people of the palace didn’t know about you was the fact that you were actually from the kingdom of quix
your mom had escaped from that kingdom when it fell into chaos and the both of you sought refuge here in this kingdom
she managed to sneak into the palace to work as a palace maid and also brought you along with her
ever since then, you’ve grown up in this palace without anyone else knowing about your identity
your mom soon passed away when you turned 20 and you were left all alone in this palace to fend for yourself
but you thought that if you just kept a low profile, everything would’ve been fine.
because if anyone were to find out you were from the kingdom of quix, they would have you prosecuted immediately
you’ve heard from people in the palace that the king was looking to eliminate the infamous rebel group from your kingdom
you honestly weren’t sure if that included killing anyone who hailed from that kingdom but if they were to find out who you are now,
you would be considered an intruder or an insider giving info to the rebel group, although you weren’t part of any of it
but no one would bother listening to your explanations if you were to get caught anyway
so you decided it was better to stay lowkey and quiet as if you didn’t even exist
but things just weren’t going your way when you were promoted and with the way you’ve been seeing the king way more than you would like
you were deep in your own thoughts as you headed to the spa room in the palace
it was a bathhouse specifically and only accessed by the king himself
today was your duty to clean up the bathhouse, as told by the head palace maid
but upon entering, you see someone in there, sitting in the middle of the huge tub
you gasped and the person hears you, body stiffening in an instant
“i’m sorry!” you apologised, voice shaking and feet stuck to the ground
it was the king, obviously
no one else had access to it except him
the king quickly grabs his silk robe that laid on a chair beside the tub
you shut your eyes tightly and turned around quickly
you hear him standing up from the tub before walking towards you, trails of water seeping into the wooden floor
“why are you here?” the king asks, voice rough, albeit annoyed but mostly flustered
you stay back facing towards him, afraid to move, “i was assigned to clean this area...” you trailed off, hands shaking and unable to finish the sentence
“your king is talking to you,” he says, “is it right to talk with your back faced to him?”
you stiffened and turned around so quick you almost lost your balance, bowing extremely low and refusing to meet his eyes
silence falls “what’s your name?” woojin asks, breaking the slightly tense atmosphere
“it is y/n, your highness,” you replied.
“y/n,” woojin starts, “what do you think of being my royal concubine?”
you choked on your spit, unable to process his words fully
what?
“your highness,” you said, “what do you mean? i am only a palace maid and i do not have the grace and worth to be your woman.”
woojin doesn’t reply for a long time and you peeked up slightly
his face was contorted into a mix of confusion, “jihoon told me that’s how to pick up a girl though...” he mumbles, “he said you would definitely accept.”
“what?!” you yelled, causing the flustered king to jump a little
you cleared your throat hastily, “what are you talking about, your highness?”
woojin’s cheeks were flushed red, not sure of what to say
jihoon told him this was definitely going to work
weeks of pestering the golden-haired boy about how he couldn’t stop thinking about that gorgeous palace maiden had probably ticked the latter off a lot
so like the trustful right hand man he was, he told woojin to just ask her to be his royal concubine and that she would say yes
woojin wasn’t expecting this kind of reaction though
he wouldn’t know anyways; he hadn’t dated anyone before
“are you perhaps trying to chase a girl, your highness?” you asked, wondering at the back of your head if you were being too nosy
“and what if i am?” the king questions
“you can’t just ask her to be your royal concubine, your highness. it is important to show your feelings, perhaps in the way of gifting them or through words that you truly mean,” you advised kindly, thinking the king was interested in a princess of another kingdom
“i see,” the king notes thoughtfully, “what do you like?”
“me?” you said and looked up
the king was looking at you expectantly
“i’m not too sure about that,” you pondered, “but i do like growing tulips.”
“i will take note of that,” woojin concludes
you assumed that he was referring to the advice you gave him and decided that you wouldn’t interrupt his time in the bathhouse anymore
“please continue on your bath time, your highness. i apologise for interrupting,” you bowed and turned to walk away
woojin simply watches as you leave, a permanent smile etched on his face
he hits himself after you were out of sight, chiding himself for how red his face turned and wondering why his heartbeat was accelerating so quickly.
“i might have to demote jihoon now,” woojin sneers as he walks back to the tub, “so much for great advise.”
-
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he!!! is!!!! such!!! a!!!!! B O Y F R I E N D!!!!!!!!
hello!! just dropping by to let you know I LOVE 144 LIGHT YEARS AWAY ;_; it's beautiful
so sweet of youㅠㅠㅠㅠTHANK YOU!!
144 light years away (2/2)
summary: daniel often wonders if he comes from a star 144 light years away from earth, what would the distance be between two hearts? characters: you, daniel genre: fantasy, romance, angst a/n: >> part one << | masterlist ♡ p.s. for those who read partone, i actually changed the title to 144 light years away! made a mistake apparently - epsilon sagittari (brightest star in the sagittarius constellation) is actually 144 light years away from earth!
Humans could have everything that they desired.
At the start of human civilization, people dreamed of a world where technology would prevail and that robots and machines would do their work for them. Many, many centuries later, these dreams and big pictures were all fulfilled as the world started to pick up new things and leave their ancient traces behind.
The world has evolved into a place where anything desired by an individual could be obtained, all things but one: time.
People who desired immortality never achieved it because time was not something that could be physically grasped; time waited for no one. Every second passed is time which you can’t get back anymore.
And as for someone like Daniel, who was immortal and had the one thing that people will always desire to have, it came as a surprise when he started to feel like he was running out of time.
For someone who has stayed looking the same for countless of centuries while other people perished once their time was up, it was more than weird when he started to have a greed for such a thing; just like any other human.
But perhaps it’s not all that weird to want to spend more hours and minutes with the person whom you’re so terribly and irresistibly in love with. And it stops being weird when you find yourself feeling like you’re forcefully being taken away from the one person you don’t ever wish to lose.
Because that is exactly what Daniel is feeling right now.
He lays awake, not that he has ever slept, beside her. In the moonlit room, her soft breathing beside him seemed to sound louder than they really were.
He looks out of the window and sees the moon that hangs high and far above the world, musing to himself at how different the Earth’s moon was compared to his home planet’s moon.
He doesn’t really remember how he’d landed up on a completely different planet, but everything else about his home planet, he remembered clearly. He does remember the language his species spoke, the beings that he were close with and the fact that he was the Prince and soon-to-be ruler of his planet, Epsilon Sagittari.
But he hurriedly snaps out of his thoughts when she slowly starts to stir awake and closes his eyes, pretending to be asleep.
She sits up a little, glancing over and seeing how peaceful the man beside her looked. His features, highlighted by the moonlight only showed how good looking he really was and it doesn’t fail to make her heart flutter.
She lies back down and snuggles a little closer to him, taking in his warmth. He has always been really warm. Like, really, really warm. The first time she felt his body heat, she thought he had a fever. But that has just always been his normal body heat.
During cold days, though, she knew she could always rely on her own personal heater to warm her up.
The corner of her lips tugged upwards into a contented smile as she slowly drifted back to sleep.
Daniel peeps an eye open when she stops moving beside him, seeing that she has fallen back to sleep.
A gentle night breeze blows past through the window and ruffles her a hair a little, the faint scent of lavender wafting through the air. Daniel slowly closes his eyes again and this time, instead of hearing and having flashbacks of his people telling him to ‘come back’, he sees an endless flowerbed of lavenders.
As he looks further ahead, he sees a girl standing in the middle of all of the flowers. The sky above their heads was a mix of purple and orange, clouds swirling together to form a canvas of its’ own.
She looks up and a feeling of warmth and love spreads across his chest. There she was, the one who stole his heart centuries ago and never let anyone else have it since.
He starts to walk towards her, step by step, a smile of anticipation dancing across his lips and eyes that conveyed a thousand emotions - emotions that he has learned with and from her. Most importantly, an emotion called love.
And she stands there, waiting for him.
But all of a sudden, the magical mix of the purple and orange sky suddenly changes into one of a dark night sky, galaxies and stars littering the entire universe. He’s confused and he quickly looks at her but he’s met with a look of confusion as well.
Daniel turns around and he sees a bright, red moon hanging so close above him and it hits him almost immediately.
He was standing on Sagittari, his home planet.
“It’s time to come home,” a voice echoes. Daniel winces and his heartbeat accelerates. “Come back home, son,” the same voice says again, this time sounding much more firmer and a hint of warning and the slightest bit of hostility in its voice.
“I wish to stay here,” Daniel responds, “with her,” directing his gaze to her.
“No.”
And Daniel jolts up, eyes quickly opening. He scans the room quickly; she lays beside him in a peaceful slumber, the moon he sees outside the window is the one which hangs high and far above the world.
A breath of relief escapes his lips before he’s hit with a sudden thought, was that a dream?
-
“Can we go to the theme park today?” she asks in the middle of breakfast, looking up at Daniel with hopeful eyes.
He nods readily and smiles, eyes crinkling a little, “We can go anywhere you want.”
Needless to say, the day spent at the theme park was nothing short of amazing. Ever since theme parks became a thing in modern civilization, Daniel has gone to theme parks with her way more than he could count.
And she was always attracted to the same rides, begging to go to the rollercoasters first and the childish rides second. Despite having repeated the same thing so many times, Daniel still feels like it’s always the first time.
She never fails to surprise him one way or another, anyway.
“I love you,” Daniel blurts out of nowhere while they were taking a break halfway through the day.
She stops chewing on her hot dog and looks over to him, “Me too,” flashing a smile so wide and beautiful it catches Daniel’s breath and he feels his heart getting stolen once again.
“Will you ever leave me?”
“Of course not!” she says, looking offended.
Daniel chuckles at her reaction, you did leave me quite a few times though.
“Will you ever leave me?” she retorts, giving him a sharp look.
Daniel laughs loudly this time, her expression too adorable to bear, “Why would I?”
“I don’t know. Maybe you might fall in love with someone prettier than me or — ,”
He seals her lips shut with a kiss and her eyes fluttered shut.
Her lips were soft and plump and Daniel prayed that she could feel the affection he was pouring into her as their lips danced in synchronization.
After a while, he breaks the kiss. She catches her breath while he looks her in her eyes, promising her a sincere “I won’t leave you,” before catching her lips with his once again.
-
It’s the same thing again.
The moment Daniel closes his eyes, the same “dream” he had the previous time appears once again. He isn’t sure if it’s a dream or not, because he has never had one; he wasn’t supposed to have one. Only humans had them. He wasn’t human.
And for someone who has never fallen sick for once in his thousands and thousands of years alive, Daniel has been showing signs of weakness as weeks progressed.
He wasn’t coughing or sneezing, or catching a fever like humans did. No — he was growing, literally, weaker as if his energy was getting sucked out of him, as if his life was getting taken away from him; slowly but surely.
He tries his best to keep her company as much as possible, bring her to the places she wants to go and do the things he knows she loves. But even moving or walking started to become difficult and tiring.
Until one day, Daniel finds himself unable to get up from bed in his house.
It obviously didn’t take her long to realize just how weak he has gotten over the past few weeks and urged him to see a doctor. Daniel refused profusely because he knew it wasn’t a medical condition.
If he wished to live, he would have to return to Sagittari. His life energy was slowly depleting inside of him and if he were to not return soon, he would cease to exist.
She cries by his bedside every night, prays that he will get better soon and feeling absolutely helpless.
Daniel doesn’t blame her though, it wasn’t her fault.
-
“I have something I need to tell you,” he says one night as she sits beside him.
“Go ahead,” she mumbles, head down and hair covering her face. Her eyes were red and swollen from crying, voice hoarse and cheeks stained with the traces of her tears.
“Before that, there is something I would like to show you,” Daniel continues, “can you help me up?”
She looks up and sniffles before slowly helping him get out of the bed. Daniel winces at the excruciating pain that courses through his body at the smallest of his movements. It doesn’t go unnoticed to her and her heart breaks at the sight of seeing him so weak and helpless.
He leads her somewhere down the hall, into the room at the end. She always knew it as a storage room.
Daniel switches on the lights and slowly walks towards the back of the room where huge boxes were stacked on top of each other. He lightly pushes them away as they were empty boxes and they tumbled off onto the ground.
When the boxes are out of the way, she sees that there is a door hiding behind the boxes all along. She gasped, “I never knew about that!”
“That’s because I never wanted you to know,” Daniel answers. He slowly turns around and looks at her with a weak smile, “Come.”
She follows behind him as he twists the doorknob open. It resembled a walk in wardrobe, except that there were no clothes but an empty room with four walls...and lots of picture frames.
Picture frames hanging all around the entire room.
She stood there, completely speechless, “What...are these?”
Daniel throws her a glance, “You and I.”
Up on the walls hung hundreds of picture frames, pictures that were of Daniel and her together. Some were in black and white, while others in colors. Even some were dated all the way back to countless of centuries ago.
“There have been lifetimes where we met and photography hasn’t even existed then,” Daniel remarks.
“What is this?!” she raises her voice, staring at him as tears welled up in her eyes, “Why are there so many of us?! Why is there so many of me?!”
He turns around and looks at her, “I’m not from here, y/n,” he says.
She frowns, “What does that even mean?”
“I’m not from Earth is what I mean,” he explains, “I’ve been alive for the longest of time and I come from a star called Epsilon Sagittari, the brightest star which exists in the Sagittarius constellation.”
Silence envelopes the room.
She is at a loss for words, unable to speak. It felt like a joke.
“I know it’s hard to believe and I’m not joking but — I don’t know why I’d ended up here on Earth, but I learned the language that humans spoke and I met you from the very beginning,” he continues as he took a look at each picture frame.
Some held fonder memories than others.
“You know, the universe is so ridiculously vast and big. Our existence is not even comparable to the tiniest speck of dust in relation to just how huge this universe is. But throughout every lifetime of yours, you came to me. Every single time.
At the very start when I first met you for the first few lifetimes, everytime I told you about my identity, you would always leave and that’s when I saw the last of you. The next time I would see you again would be many decades later and you come back to me, looking the same way you did every time I meet you again.
That’s when I realized what reincarnation was.” Daniel stops for a moment to gauge her reaction. She stays silent, looking at him with eyes that conveyed so many emotions that he couldn’t pinpoint himself.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asks.
“No,” she breathes, “continue.”
“You came back for me every single time. I decided not to disclose my secret to you, afraid that you would leave again. Sometimes it worked, and other times it didn’t.
During the times when it didn’t, I would just wait for you to come back to me again. And looking back now, I think I only grew to love you even more each time.
I thought I would stay here forever. I don’t actually sleep, by the way. My species doesn’t. I don’t dream either. But just almost 3 months back, I’ve started to get these sort of dream like scenes in my head every time I closed my eyes.”
“What were they?”
“I heard voices from my people telling me to come back, as if it was a warning. But I didn’t want to leave, not without you,” Daniel stares into her dark orbs as tears started to form in his eyes.
She closes the distance between them before gently bringing him into a hug, rubbing his back soothingly. For some reason, she doesn’t feel appalled. That momentary shock she received from earlier was easing bit by bit as she listen to his explanation.
Perhaps it’s because she has given all of her heart to him that she couldn’t see herself walking away from him, not now, not ever, not when he could barely support himself while standing because of how weak he has gotten.
“I wished I had more time, you know,” Daniel admits and a choked and broken laughter escapes his throat, “it’s so damn ironic for someone like me to wish for time when all I’ve ever had was that.”
“Look at us,” she whispers softly and gently pulls herself out of the embrace, eyes diverting to the picture frames which hung on the walls. “If I’ve managed to find you over and over again, what makes you think that this would be the last time I’ll be seeing you?”
Daniel wipes the tears that fall from her eyes, “Because I have to go back.”
She closes her eyes and lets out a shaky breath, trying to calm her breathing. Opening her eyes a few moments later, she looks up at him and asks, “Have you ever heard of how our universe will eventually cease to exist?”
“I’m not too sure,” he says.
“Scientists predict that this universe will eventually collapse into one singularity at the end, but until a new universe is born again, I will continue finding you. Even if we fail to meet again in this universe, I’ll still find you in the next one.”
“Will you?”
“Of course I will. Haven’t I already promised you that the day we went to the theme park?”
Daniel chuckles lightly at the memory, “Thank you.”
He looks at her for a long, long time, wanting to memorize her face and every little feature of hers, engrave it into his brain. All of a sudden, the thousands of years spent with her, waiting for her, all felt like it was only a few minutes and seconds.
He wanted more time with her but he knew it was time to go.
-
The bright, red moon that Daniel has seen countless of times as he stood on the soil of his own planet seemed to glow a little brighter and a little redder this time.
A sad smile finds its way onto his face as he reminisces the memories he forged with her the day he landed on Earth and met the person he’d never knew he would come to love for the rest of his existence.
-
Daniel had wished for more time. However, time is infinite and it waited for no one neither does it chase anyone.
But even if it meant waiting for an eternity, Daniel was willing to wait, just to see her once again.
And although he was 144 light years away from her, he knew the distance between their hearts was one that not even time could measure.
-
a/n: next up will be royal!au woojin & jihoon! thank you for reading~
Oh wow your daniel scenarios, the idea is amazing cool. I cant wait for next chapter. Fighting!!!
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imagination!! for me i usually just develop my ideas along the way and try to add elements in my daily life into my scenarios. read a looot of stories to gain new inspiration and learn new words that you can incorporate into your stories as well. most importantly, enjoy what you are writing and be proud of your work! write at your own pace and don’t try to rush anything because work that’s rushed will always be visible to the readers. goodluck! ❤
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144 light years away (1/2)
summary: daniel often wonders if he comes from a star 144 light years away from earth, what would the distance be between two hearts? characters: you, daniel genre: fantasy, romance, angst a/n: >> part two << | masterlist ♡ | the distance of the brightest star (epsilon sagittari) in the sagittarius constellation (daniel’s star sign) is 144 light years away from earth!
Truth to be told, there were many things Daniel didn’t know about himself.
Thousands of years ago, he found himself kicked out of his own planet and wakes up to find himself on a different planet; one that is approximately about 144 light years away from the star where he was born in.
He learned that he was in a place called ‘Earth’, one which plants and animals grew and thrived in. The inhabitants of the planet called themselves “humans” and Daniel was quick to pick up their language.
He also learned that at a certain point as well, he had stopped growing. Time has never been something he lacked, because he was one who went against it.
Humans age as time passes. People grow old and their appearances change. But Daniel stayed the way he was even as the humans around him grew and signs of aging showed on them physically.
He didn’t really understood why time had stopped for him, but eventually figured that it was probably due to how different Earth was compared to his home star.
He lived his life on Earth peacefully without causing any troubles; learned and spoke their language and adapted to a completely new environment. It was only until about 700 years ago did Daniel find himself stepping into a certain special someone’s life and leaving his footprints in it.
That person eventually became someone he would continue seeing as centuries and eras continued to pass and change.
She wasn’t anything spectacular, but she was mesmerizing in her own right.
Her hair was always silky and smooth, sometimes short and sometimes long but mostly long and dark. Every time the wind would blow, her hair would dance along with the wind and the aroma of fresh lavender would fill the air around her.
It was a smell that Daniel would never come to forget even after a long time.
She was the embodiment of a lavender itself: refined, graceful and elegant, holding a sacred place in his heart and an existence that was held delicate and precious to him.
It was as if the universe had it all planned out — Daniel had entered her life just as she hit adulthood at the age of 20; skin looking beautiful and cheeks always flushed a youthful shade of pink.
And as for Daniel, he had always looked 20. He learned the humans’ concept of age in his time spent on Earth.
There were many things that Daniel had come to learn through his existence on Earth but there were still countless of things he has yet to learn. Human emotions was still a complex thing for him to understand - how was one able to feel so many different kinds of emotions at once?
It was incomprehensible to him, until she came into his life and taught him patiently about what it meant to give love and show appreciation for the one he held dear to his heart.
There were times when Daniel even thought that he knew more about her than he did about himself.
He follows her wherever she goes but she never pushes him away. They fall in love, and stay together for a long time.
Not until she questions him why he doesn’t age while she continues to grow; why he still looks youthful even after when wrinkles have formed on her skin while he still looks exactly the same as he has always did the first time they met.
He tells her the truth: that he’s not the same species as she is and the next thing he knows, she’s gone.
Decades pass. Centuries pass. Daniel continues to see the world change until he meets her again after a long, long, time of waiting. But she doesn’t recognize him when they meet again and her name is always different. The thing that stays consistent is only the way she looks and how she always has the same lavender scent on her.
But it was always the same cycle. He tells her the truth and then she’s gone, completely untraceable. Daniel learns his lesson after a few lifetimes of repeating the same mistake and eventually decides not to reveal his identity to her, in hopes that she wouldn’t run away from him again.
It works in some lifetimes, when she passes away before she could know the truth. There are some lucky times when she accepts the truth and they go on living together for a long time; where he accompanies her up till her last breath.
Daniel sometimes likes to pride himself in the fact that he has every little detail of her memorized. He knew her like she was the back of his hand. He knew she liked eating gummy, a kind of jelly-like texture candy; chewy and very much delicious. It was one of the things he had grown to like because of her, much like everything else he enjoyed as well.
But he doesn’t act like he knows her when he sees her again. Instead, he takes initiative and time to get to know her all over again, as if he hasn’t already known every single trait and every little characteristic of hers.
-
One day in June in the midst of summer, Daniel finds himself strolling along the river near his house. It was scorching hot outside and people went about complaining about the unbearable heat.
But the heat was the least of his concerns.
He was a little in a daze, thinking about meeting her once again. He wonders when he would be able to see her? When will she come finding him like she always does?
The last time he has seen her was 40 years ago, if he’d counted correctly.
Four decades is a long time for most people, but Daniel wasn’t human and four decades was nothing but a mere second in comparison to the entirety of his existence and just how long he has been alive for.
Unsurprisingly, time seemed to be passing slower and slower for Daniel these days. It wasn’t as if time hasn’t always been slow for him; but days without her just seemed to go on agonizingly slower.
He stares as the opaque water moves slowly along the river aimlessly — just like him — breezing through life aimlessly and relentlessly. It isn’t until a cat comes purring at his feet does he stop in his tracks to look down at the small, grey creature that snapped him out of his thoughts.
He squats down to pat the animal, until he realises that there’s a leash tied around it’s neck. His eyes travel along the leash until he sees a hand at the end of it. He looks up, and the owner of the hand flashes him a friendly smile.
He isn’t sure why the sound of crickets chirping or the noises of people talking seemed to go silent all of a sudden while the sound of his heart beat goes on full blast. But the moment he met her eyes, his heart fell full and the world seemed to gained colors once again.
He also doesn’t know how long he stares at her for, and four decades sure isn’t a long time for him, but at that moment, it felt as if he has waited for an eternity.
He sees those familiar chocolate brown orbs, her cute little button nose and her long, dark hair. Her cheeks were flushed pink.
And Daniel finds himself falling in love with her, just like he always did.
“Cute cat,” he says gently, and slowly stands up after giving the little furry creature a few more pats, “but I’m pretty sure cats aren’t supposed to be walked?” he attempts at creating a lighthearted atmosphere and it works.
She laughs, eyes crinkling into perfect crescent moons while her nose scrunches up a little, “My cat behaves more like a dog than a cat,” she says before her attention is turned to the said animal as it jumps and twirls around Daniel’s legs, purring and snuggling against his jeans.
“Seems like she’s really fond of you,” she notes and smiles again. Daniel’s heart does a flip and he almost lets it slip out of his mouth about how beautiful she looks with the sun shining behind her, until he realises that this was their first meeting and she doesn’t know him at all.
“Do you like dogs?” Daniel inquires despite already knowing the answer.
“I do!” she nods her head eagerly.
He grins, “What do you think about adopting one?”
“I’m planning to,” she returns the smile, “do you have any suggestions on which breed I should get?”
A chuckle escapes his lips, “Some people often say that I resemble a huge puppy,” and sneaks a glance at her, “perhaps a breed like me?”
It was a lousy ass pick-up line and Daniel knew it better than anyone else. But he also knew better than anyone else that she was a sucker for cringe-worthy and cheesy lines like these.
Just like he’d expected, she laughs loudly, almost too loudly and covers her mouth, “Nice one!”
It brings butterflies to his stomach watching her smile and laugh so brightly. People say that absence makes the heart grow fonder but why is it that even when she’s in front of him, he still misses her so much?
He misses her touch and he misses everything about her, even when she’s standing right in front of him. If one day, he were to ever die, he wishes that he would be able to tell the tale of his life and the thousands and countless of years he has spent loving one woman.
“Can I bring you out on a date sometime?” Daniel probes and takes a small step forward.
She closes the distance between them, “Such a classic line,” she teases, “but yes. I want to know more about you.”
-
It doesn’t take long for Daniel to court her until they started dating. Cheap café dates or sudden road trips to the countryside were a frequent thing between them.
They love passionately and Daniel loves her like he always does, more each time if that was possible. He learns from her every day, and indulges in the bliss of being able to hold her hands and kiss them.
He embraces her like he has never done before and makes sure she knows that he only has eyes for her. They spend many years together and whispered promises between each other that only the two of them knew.
Although it was an almost perfect relationship, there were bound to be cracks here and there.
Daniel was almost human, having mastered the way humans would act and what their routines were. But there was one thing which he will never be able to do, and that was sleep.
Humans slept when they were tired. It was just an essential part of their lives to be able to keep them functioning. But for Daniel, sleep was a concept that his species does not know of and will never be able to do so.
However, he does master the art of pretending to sleep. It was an endless cycle of being awake and he sometimes wonder just how great it would be to get a night’s rest. He is awake when the people around him are awake, but he is also awake when everyone else is dead asleep.
It has become something which he has was used to.
So sometimes he stays up at night and watches as she sleeps beside him, the moonlight shining against her skin, the way her chest rises and falls steadily and her soft little occasional whimpers.
But sometimes she also wakes up in the middle of the night and sees that he hasn’t fallen asleep, questioning him about what he’s doing up so late at night. He merely says that he had a bad dream, and reassures her that he would go back to sleep soon.
It was a lie, obviously. Because he doesn’t dream. He doesn’t even know what dreams are. For the thousands of years he has spent on this planet, he has never once knew or had a single dream.
That should be the case but it was a little odd these days.
Daniel would close his eyes, just to pretend as if he was resting, like how humans would do after a long day out. He does it whenever he spends an entire day running around and having fun with her. He also purposely plops himself onto the couch as if he was so exhausted he could barely move.
It was these little human-like actions which he has picked up and learned from humans themselves that made him almost, almost human.
But the thing is, these days, when he closed his eyes, he would get fizzy and disorientated images in his head. Scenes of the dark night sky and billions of galaxies. He sees the gigantic red star hanging right above his own planet and it’s an image he remembers. Because he has seen it too many times when he was still on his home planet.
He also hears voices and a language no one else on Earth would be able to decipher except him.
It’s his home language, the form of communication used between him and his species.
Despite being on Earth for so long, his memories were still as clear as day. He knows exactly what they were saying, and although he should’ve been glad to hear those words, the feeling of nothing but only dread and pain would settle deep in his chest.
It’s always the same few words that he would hear them say; “It’s time to come back.”
-
link for part 2 is above!
the man of my dreams, literally
summary: in which you keep dreaming about someone whose face you can’t see characters: you, jihoon genre: soulmate!au, romance a/n: i’m back! | masterlist ♡
“look at those eye bags,” your best friend remarks the moment you walk through the school gates
you shoot him a dirty look, “shut up. yours aren’t any better off than mine!”
“well at least i’m good looking.”
“give me a break, jihoon,” you groaned and quickened your steps
you hear him laughing behind you, sounding almost like the devil
“wait for me dumbass!” he shouts
in class, jihoon sits beside you as the both of you got ready for the first lesson
you took out the books needed for the class while he just types away on his phone
seeing as there were a few more minutes before class was bound to start, you decided to lay your head on the table to rest a little
you honestly haven’t been able to sleep well these days
due to having recurring dreams of a certain someone
whom you have literally no idea who it was
“real talk though,” jihoon suddenly sits up and looks at you, “your dark circles are the worst they’ve ever been.”
you glared at him, “i haven’t been getting enough sleep!”
he gasps dramatically and places a hand on your head, “what’s troubling our y/n who sleeps like a pig for 20 hours everyday? what kinda black magic?”
you swat his hand away and sat up, giving him a dirty look
“i’ve been having dreams about this person,” you start and scratched your head, “and i have no idea who that person is.”
it catches his interest this time
he sits up a little straighter and pushes his chair nearer to the table, eagerly waiting for you to continue
“the dream always starts out and ends in the same way too!” you grumbled and replayed the scene in your head
“how?” he prompts
“like, i’d always end up in a place that’s just nothing but fog,” you described
“i don’t see anything until like a sudden light shines upon him and then his shadow is cast against the ground, his silhouette appearing out of nowhere or some shit,” you paused
jihoon stares wide-eyed at you, “are you being........haunted?” his voice goes as soft as a whisper
“i’m not!” you protested and your voice came out louder than you thought, catching everyone’s attention
your classmates turned back and looked at you, wondering what the commotion was about
“sorry!” you apologised, embarrassed
everyone turned away while some snickered
jihoon stifles a laugh and you pinched his arm, annoyed
“this is serious, dumbass,” you hissed and he clears his throat
“okay! i know, i know. continue what you were saying! what else did you see?”
“well you were the one who interrupted me first!” you retaliated, annoyance evident in your voice
jihoon rolled his eyes, “fine, i’m sorry. go on!”
you opened your mouth, ready to continue when the bell for the first lesson rings and the teacher walks in
jihoon throws you a glance, “you’d better tell me after school.”
the day passes so agonizingly slowly that halfway through the day you were ready to just throw your backpack on your shoulder
and sprint the hell out of school
but you managed to last throughout the whole day
till the last lesson
it was a creative writing class, a co-curriculum subject you’d chose to take
“the topic is soulmates. let your creativity flow and write about anything you can think of,” the teacher says and claps her hands, “get to work!”
it made you ponder for a while
soulmates was a bizarre concept for you to comprehend at times
such a concept definitely existed in your world
when the universe decided that everyone was to have someone who they would spend their life with;
someone who matched with another person so well they were like two halves of each other
it was thrilling and exciting
but beneath that, it made you question
was everyone destined to really have a soulmate?
if so, how?
how was one supposed to know who their soulmate is?
by tell-tale signs?
by their feelings?
it was impossible to truly ever know
and that is why some people are still unable to find their respective other half up till now
as for you, you still had a long time to worry about that
it didn’t matter if you were going to die lonely
but what was bothering you now is the man you’ve been dreaming for weeks about
at the topic of soulmates, it made you wonder if the universe was giving you a hint
about who your soulmate is
could the person in your dreams be the one you’ve been looking for?
or, destined to be looking for?
by the end of the lesson, you’d barely wrote a sentence
simply said, your mind was blocked
not because you were incapable or writing,
but because new questions have occupied your head
and you were completely distracted to be able to focus on the task at hand
when the final bell rings signalling the end of the last class of the day,
you hurriedly packed your bag and rushed out of class
jihoon stands by the school gates waiting for you
he doesn’t notice you as he has his earphones in
and the tips of your mouth curled upwards
you slowed down your pace towards him from behind, making sure you went unnoticed
you were ready to scare the living shit out of him
until he suddenly turns his head and sees you
you stopped whatever you were doing, standing there awkwardly as you got caught in the middle of your plan
he rolls his eyes and walks up to you, pulling out his earphones
he softly knocks your head with his knuckles and messes up your hair
“i felt your presence 100 meters away,” he says
you stood up straight and stared at him, appalled
“for real?”
jihoon nodded, “it’s kind of strange, actually,” he admits, “i know you are there without even seeing you.”
and he walks off first
you gaped at him, watching as he strolled off
and for some reason, your heart started to race
“wait for me!” you screamed at him a few seconds later
“hey!” you woke up screaming
beads of sweat trickled down your head
you were breathing frantically, chest moving up and down almost violently
you looked around your room and saw nothing
it was the same dream again
the same place
the same person
and it’s always just as he was about to turn around that you would wake up
because of that, you never got to see his face
“are you being haunted?”
jihoon’s words suddenly rang in your head
and all of a sudden, it felt so eerily quiet
and almost frightening
you started to overthink
and you were almost at the brink of crying
trying so hard to calm yourself down
you grabbed your phone which was beside your pillow
and quickly dialed jihoon
it rang for a long time
before a groggy voice answers on the other end
“hello?”
“jihoon,” you cried
hearing that it was you, jihoon wakes up almost immediately
he rubs his eyes fervently and sits up on his bed
“what’s wrong?” he asks, voice sounding worried at the sound of you crying on the other end
“i’m scared,” you admitted and kept the phone close to your ear
“do you want me to come over?” he asks almost hesitantly
“is it too much of a hassle?” you sobbed again
“my house is just right next to yours, stupid,” he deadpans
it makes you chuckle a little while crying and you quickly wiped your tears away
“okay.”
a minute later, you distantly hear the door being unlocked
jihoon has been over to your house so many times to the point it was like his second home
he knew the pass code to the doorlock of your house
you hear footsteps and a few seconds later, the door to your room opens
jihoon switches on the lights and he stands at the door, looking at you
there he was, in his mustard hoody, hair up in all kinds of directions
he looked tired as hell and the sight of someone familiar started to make you cry again
he sees the look on your face and hurries over to you
pulling you up, he just stares wordlessly at you
you looked at him before lowering your head, ashamed
“i’m not crying,” you start
“you aren’t,” he says but you can hear the obvious lie in his voice
he wraps his arm around you, “is it the same dream again?”
you sniffled, “yeah.”
“why are you crying though?”
at this, you leaned back and smacked his arm, “it’s all your fault!” you yelled
he throws you a bewildered look, “what did i do?!”
rubbing your eyes, “you told me i was being haunted and i started thinking about weird shit and got scared as hell...” you explained, trailing off
a few moments of silence passes before he starts laughing, almost uncontrollably
you just sit there quietly watching him laugh
he knocks your head again and calls you stupid
but you don’t say anything
because he was kinda right
you were stupid for crying over nothing
“our teacher told us to write about soulmates yesterday,” you said, suddenly reminded of yesterday’s events in school
jihoon goes quiet and looks at you, waiting for you to continue
“do you believe in soulmates?” you ask
it takes a while for jihoon to reply
the look on his face was unreadable
“i do,” he says finally, “do you?”
you sighed, “our world is one in which soulmates exist. it’s impossible for me to not, right?”
jihoon nods understandingly, “have you ever wondered if the guy you’ve been dreaming about might be your soulmate?”
it made you stop and think
why have you never thought about it that way?
“i...” you paused, unsure of what to say
jihoon smiles and sighs, “let’s just sleep. i’m exhausted.”
“do you want to sleep here?”
“yes stupid i’m too lazy to walk back. and the blanket’s mine,” he jokes
you laugh at your best friend and hit him playfully, “thank you.”
“sleep now, pig,” he says as he settles into your bed
“shut up you pig,” you teased back childishly
honestly, you knew you were a messy sleeper
it was common for you to wake up with your hair completely messed up
and half of your body hanging off the bed
or your entire body sprawled across the mattress
or even the blanket completely kicked off your bed and onto the floor
but you had never expected
that you would ever wake up finding yourself tangled between your best friend’s arms
faces so close a single movement and there goes your first kiss
it was that close of a proximity
and it wasn’t as if it was the first time you’ve ever slept together on the same bed as jihoon
you’ve known him since the both of you learned how to walk
but it seemed like it was only recently
that you started to notice him more
and started being conscious when he was around
it was as if it was some kind of awakening
something you have yet to known the answer to
jihoon stirs a little and his eyes peek open slightly
you were too nervous to comprehend the situation
so you just stared at him, wide eyed
he blinks a few times as he looks at you
a soft smile appears on his face before he closes his eyes again
“sleep, it’s the weekend,” he whispers and pulls you in closer
your breath catches in your throat
and you feel your entire body heating up
your heart was slamming against your chest
so loud you were afraid that he would hear it too
his soft breathing eventually calmed you down though
and you soon found yourself drifting back to sleep
“are you still having those dreams?” jihoon asks abruptly on the following monday in school
“yeah,” you sighed, “and i still don’t know who that is.”
jihoon sits there for a few quiet moments, “let’s go see a shaman or something,” he suggests
“are you dumb?” you smacked his arm, “aren’t those for spirits only?”
he winces and rubs his arm, “maybe they would know something?!”
“no i’m not going no matter what.”
“don’t be a wuss!” he challenges
you rolled your eyes at him, “i’m fine with a fortune teller but not a shaman. i’m not being haunted, jihoon,” you sneered
he laughs at how annoyed you look, “cute,” he mumbles
you thought you heard wrong
“what was that?” you said
“what? did i say anything?” he muses
you looked at him, not believing his words
“shut up and stop staring at me. we’re going to get your fortune told later,” he knocks your head and you push him playfully in return
after school, the both of you headed to some sketchy ass fortune telling place which was in your neighborhood
it was in some sort of red colored tent that you and jihoon both always passed by but never bothered to enter
until today
the moment you enter, you see a lady dressed in all black sitting in the middle with a table in front of her
a smile appears on her face when she sees you and jihoon entering
“young kids, take a seat,” she offers
you were honestly a little skeptical about it but still took a seat nonetheless
“so what’s troubling you?” she asks
you and jihoon both look at each other before you swallowed nervously and said, “i’ve been having recurring dreams of this person and i’m afraid i might be... haunted?”
a moment of silence passes as she stares at you
until she starts laughing, albeit menacingly
“darling,” she says quietly as she takes your hand, “one thing i can assure you that you’re not being haunted.”
it made you feel relieved knowing it wasn’t anything spiritual
and you heaved a loud sigh unconsciously
jihoon laughs softly under his breath
the women sneaks a glance at him before looking back at you, “look at your life in a wider prospective. what you see, the people around you, what you feel. and you’ll find your answer to it soon,” she says
you had no idea what she was talking about
but decided to just nod your head accordingly
“thank you,” you said, wanting to leave as soon as possible
she pats your hand softly before sending an encouraging smile, except it looked almost creepy if no one knew better
“have a good day,” you thanked her before quickly bowing and grabbing jihoon’s hand
you dragged him out of the tent and walked away as quickly as your legs could carry you
“didn’t you find her creepy at all?” you asked, throwing jihoon a wary glance
he shrugs nonchalantly, “i think her words were right.”
“and how would you know that?” you questioned, a little annoyed
“let’s go home,” he ignores your question and starts crossing the street first
“wait up!” you hollered
you followed him from behind, keeping a distance of about 3 meters
you’ve never really noticed but now that you are walking behind him, you realised how much he has grown
from the small little boy you were used to seeing every day
to this young man now
shoulders broader than they were before and height that’s almost a head taller than you
he suddenly stops in his tracks causing you to stop too
and he turns around
all of a sudden it felt like deja vu
perhaps it was the golden hour as the sun was beginning to set
as the golden rays beamed upon him
it was the exact same thing you have seen almost a hundred times in your dreams
the bright light that glimmered upon the silhouette of the man you couldn’t recognise
and as he turned around
your eyes widened
there, stood jihoon
with the sun casting its bright golden rays against him and forming his shadow along the pavement
it suddenly became clear
a feeling you would never know how to describe even after years pass by
as you watched him
it was as if time had gone slower and the world had stopped spinning
“what’re you looking at?” he asks and starts walking towards you
your heart has never felt so full before
it almost made you breathless
the seconds he took to walk towards you almost felt like an eternity
“hey,” jihoon gently grabs onto both of your arms, “y/n?”
“it was you,” you breathed as you stared wide eyed into his own dark orbs, “the man i was dreaming about was you.”
silence
jihoon’s hands fell from your arms and you wanted to smack yourself so bad because why’d you miss his touch already?
he looks down at his feet for a long time before looking back up at you, “took you a long time to figure out, stupid,” he gently ruffles your hair
“wait, what?” you shook your head a little, confused
“i had the same dreams too, except i wasn’t seeing a man but a woman. and i saw her face when she turned around,” he explains
your heart starts to race once again
“was it me?” you asked, careful and in slight disbelief
“yeah, it was you,” he admits, “and could you imagine how surprised i was when you told me you were dreaming of the same thing too?”
“i wanted you to figure it out yourself which is why i never said anything.”
“you should have said something!” you smacked his arm, sniffling as you quickly wiped away a falling tear
“why are you crying?” he chokes, surprised and flustered
“i don’t know!”
“come here, stupid,” he knocks your head and pulls you into his arms
you wrapped your arms around him and pinched him
he winces but doesn’t say anything, laughing softly under his breath
“does that make us soulmates?” you asked as the silence started to grow
his chest rumbles as he laughs
it was comforting
“we have been soulmates since the day we knew each other, haven’t we?”
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