my friend recommended This Time for me to read, i just read it and yeah it's fckin good!! You're really a good writer! Cant wait for part 2 😇
Thank you so much! I feel so bad that I haven’t updated it in so long. I hope you’ll be patient in waiting for Part 2. I’m also open to suggestions plot-wise so let me know if you have any ideas 😉
Hello! I just wanted to update you guys and apologize for my absence. :( Apparently, I got more ill than I expected so it’s taking me longer to get better. I have been to the hospital a few times, and we’re making sure nothing will get worse. Hopefully, I’ll be fully okay by next week. Again, I’m so so sorry for making you wait so long for updates and new writing. :( I hope I can make it up to you guys soon. ❤
Hi, I got sick over the weekend. 😢 I'm trying to recuperate but it's making me nauseated just staring at my screen for a few minutes, so I had to be inactive for a few days. I'm sorry I have to make you wait for your requests/updates again. 😔 I'll get to them as soon as I can!
Wanna One | When you want to leave during an argument (part 2)
a/n: Here’s part two of this hyung line scenario as promised! Hope these drabbles make up for me being inactive for the next three days as I take my finals. I’ll be back soon with more writing for you guys!
Genre: angst & (slight) fluff
Warnings: mention of profanity
Characters: Ong Seongwu / Kim Jaehwan / Kang Daniel
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AHHH HI omg, this warms my heart so much!! Thank you for this, and you are a beautiful person too. I love your work sm! I sometimes read your Sungwoon fluff again whenever I want to cheer myself up 😊 Please, have a great day!! 💕
Hi, I'm back! The semester is over so I have lots of time to write now. Send in your requests or just send me a message if you want to talk. I'll be working on This Time P2 too so keep an eye out for it! 😊
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will you write a part three for the argument drabbles? with the last few members :o
Hello anon! Is “:o” going to be your signature so I know it’s you? 😅 I originally wrote the drabbles just for hyung line but if you want me to write some for the maknae line, then I will consider it! Let me know if you do 😊
hello! just wanted to say that I absolutely adore how you write angst, it's like it really gives me pain it's amazing!! Pls continue to write more, I'm excited to read more from you 💕
Ahhh it makes me so happy to hear this! Angst is actually my favorite genre to read too, so I’m a little more inclined to write about it. I still have a long way to go with my writing but I appreciate this so much. I’ll work harder to become better 😊
Wanna One | When you want to leave during an argument (part 2)
a/n: Here’s part two of this hyung line scenario as promised! Hope these drabbles make up for me being inactive for the next three days as I take my finals. I’ll be back soon with more writing for you guys!
Genre: angst & (slight) fluff
Warnings: mention of profanity
Characters: Ong Seongwu / Kim Jaehwan / Kang Daniel
part one / part two
Ong Seongwu
Leaning onto the kitchen counter, you tap your fingernails on the granite-covered surface, the sound echoing throughout the empty apartment. You’ve been standing there for an hour? Maybe two? You weren’t even sure anymore. With your other hand holding onto your phone, you check the time - 4:48AM. Where was he?
Suddenly, you hear keys hurriedly opening the lock to the door, with a string of mumbled curses. Your grip on the counter tightens as the door opens, and you lock eyes with Seongwu.
He’s hesitant before he says, “why are you still up?”
“What do you think?” You didn’t want to sound condescending but you were exhausted. This wasn’t the first time he had come home extremely late, without a word about where he was going or when he was coming home.
It started weeks ago. You knew that he was highly stressed from work. His schedule was hectic, and he tried to keep a happy facade around everyone - it was part of his job after all. But after a while, all the pressure and expectations from him had become too much. He was spreading himself too thin, and he wasn’t sure if there was anything of him left anymore. He wasn’t even sure if there was any of him - his energy, his passion, his love - left for you.
Because of this, he was terrified. He didn’t know what to do anymore, and he didn’t want to face the uncertainty yet. So he decided to just spend the nights after work going out with his friends, drinking and whatnot.
The first time he came home late, he told you it was to blow off some steam because work was draining him, and you understood. But this understanding grew thin after weeks turning into months of him coming home late every night. You were at your breaking point.
“I’ve told you before. You don’t have to wait for me anymore.” he sighs as he looks at you.
“Then what do you want me to do, Seongwu?” you say, as you cross your arms over your chest.
“What?”
“You’re telling me to not care about you anymore,” your voice firm.
“What? I never said that!”
“It’s the same when you tell me not to wait for you anymore. This has been going on for months, Seongwu. I don’t even know what’s going on with you anymore. You brush me off every time I ask you about it.”
He rolled his eyes, “and I keep telling you not to worry yourself about it.”
You stand abruptly, leaving the stability you felt from leaning onto the counter. You could feel your walls crashing down. “How am I not supposed to worry when you’re out there every night until god knows what hour and I have no idea if you’re even coming home?” your voice is raised now, with your body starting to tremble.
“Do you still even love me, Seongwu?” you say quietly.
There was silence, and then you were ready to break. It’s true, he didn’t need you anymore. He came home late all those nights and avoided you because of that. You leaned back into the counter, it’s support meaning nothing now.
When he didn’t say anything, you started to turn away, “I guess that answers my question,” your voice was solid despite the sobs threatening to escape your throat. You start to leave, and make your way to your bedroom.
Suddenly, he approaches you and places his hands on either side of you on the counter, trapping you between his arms. He leaned down, leveling his eyes with yours. “I do love you,” his voice thick under all the tension.
“Then why are you doing this?” you don’t break eye contact with him, scared that if you let go, everything will disappear all at once.
However, Seongwu breaks the contact and leans his head on your shoulder, his eyes locking onto the floor. He didn’t want to look at you as he said what he was about to,
“I... I’m tired. I think - I think I want to quit from work. I was scared to tell you this, so I came home late hoping to avoid the conversation. I knew you were going to see through me, because you know me more than anyone else. Sometimes even more than I know myself.” he chuckles, as he finally raises his head to look at you. “I didn’t want to disappoint you.”
You sigh as you move away from the counter, and closer to him. You run a hand through his hair, before letting it rest on his cheek. “Seongwu, I want you to remember what I’m about to say.” You pause as he looks at you expectantly.
“I love you, and I always will. No matter what path you choose, I’ll be there. I’ll be there to support you. But you need to be honest with me, you need to tell me when something’s happening because how can I be there with you if you won’t let me?”
Then, he wraps his arms around you and buries his face onto your neck, “I’m so glad I have you.”
Kim Jaehwan
“Are you done yet?” Jaehwan says, obviously irritated.
“Excuse me?” you ask, offended, as you turn to look straight at him. Jaehwan was sitting on the bed, annoyance clearly written on his face.
“You’ve been rambling for what seems like forever.”
“I keep rambling because no matter how long I keep talking, you never listen to me,” you cross your arms over your chest. You hated arguing with Jaehwan, especially since you don’t think he ever took you seriously - not one of your arguments. You weren’t even sure if he was serious and committed enough to this relationship.
“I don’t listen when you’ve been talking too much,” his voice tight with discontent.
It was like this whenever you and Jaehwan argued. It was like he didn’t care enough to listen to you, and try to work through the conflict. He was always just impatiently waiting for the fight to end. Jaehwan always thought that arguing was a waste of time, but he never tried to help you solve the problem or come to a compromise. He always took the easiest and quickest way out.
“Are you saying you don’t take me seriously anymore?” You were biting back the anger emanating from your lips. You were close to the edge, and yet he did nothing but push you over it.
“What? When did I say that?”
“You clearly don’t think this argument is important - maybe not even one of our arguments is important to you. That means you’re not taking this seriously,” you say, your feet solidly rooted on the ground despite the feeling of wanting to breakdown at any second.
“You’re unbelievable.” Jaehwan lets out an exasperated laugh.
That’s when it hit you. Jaehwan didn’t really put any effort into trying to solve conflicts between you - maybe he just really didn’t take your relationship seriously.
“Fine,” you turn to your desk and begin packing your phone, wallet, and other belongings into your purse.
“What are you doing?” he cautiously gets up from the bed.
“Leaving.” But before you could move through the doorway, you feel arms strongly encircling your waist. Jaehwan had confined you into his hold, you weren’t going anywhere.
“Let me go, Jaehwan.”
“No! I’ll never do that,” he wraps his arms around you tighter. “Please,” he breathed, “I don’t want to let you go.”
You’re quiet for a bit, before he turns you around in his arms, and cups either side of your face with his hands. “I’m sorry,” he says solemnly, his thumbs gently brushing the side of your cheek.
“I just - I really hate arguments. I’m scared that it would lead to something worse and I don’t want that. I don’t want to fight with you anymore.”
You look deep into his eyes, “it’s only natural that we argue over some things, Jaehwan. But you have to help me work through it. You’re not going to lose me just over an argument, especially if we go through it together.”
He nods gently and smiles, placing a soft kiss on your lips. “We’ll be okay.”
Kang Daniel
You throw your keys and your coat furiously onto the kitchen table, as soon as you enter your apartment, a visibly upset Daniel following after you.
“What do you want me to do, y/n? I’m doing the best that I can,” he says, shrugging off his jacket and throwing it onto the couch.
“I want you to think about yourself for once, Daniel!” you say, raising your voice slightly.
You had just gotten back from the company clinic where they took Daniel due to constant headaches that hindered him from continuing with rehearsals and his other schedules for the day. He was advised by the doctor to rest for the entire day, and try to avoid straining himself for the rest of the week.
However, as soon as you exited the doctor’s office, you were met by Daniel’s manager who reminded him of his schedules for the week, but not after asking if the doctor cleared him, and that he was able to continue the rest of his schedule. “Yes, of course. I’ll be here early tomorrow,” Daniel responds despite the pointed look you had been giving him. You didn’t want to make a scene, or create tension with his manager so you decided to stay quiet and take him home. And you were quiet, throughout the entire drive home.
“The doctor told you to rest! But you’re pushing through with your schedule?” you say, exasperated.
“What am I supposed to do? It’s my job!” Daniel snapped, annoyance now evident on his face.
“It’s your job to work yourself into exhaustion until something bad happens to you? Your manager even asked you first if you can do the schedules, and you agreed like you didn’t just walk out of a damn clinic!”
“I’m fine, y/n! I know I can do it. Why are you making such a big deal out of this?”
“Because I care about you!” you were close to shouting now.
“Then if you care about me, why don’t you just leave me alone and let me do my work?” Daniel had raised his voice too.
Then it grew quiet. You were taken aback by what he just said. All you wanted was to take care of him, and for him to value his health just like you did. You were scared that something worse was bound to happen if he didn’t pay attention to his health - and you wanted him to realize that today. But apparently, you caring for him was something Daniel disliked.
“Fine. I’m leaving.” You say as you made your way to the kitchen, grabbing your keys and coat from the table. But before you could leave, Daniel was blocking the doorway.
“You’re not leaving,” he says with serious expression on his face.
“I’m leaving. You just told me to.” You begin to push him away, and try to pass through the space between him and the door - but Daniel picks you up and heads straight to your shared bedroom.
“Daniel! What are you doing?! Put me down!” He gently places you onto the bed, quickly lying next to you and caging you into his arms before you could escape.
“You’re not going anywhere!” Daniel says as he pulls you closer to him, your back flat on his chest.
It’s quiet for a bit and he says sadly, “please don’t leave me.”
Slowly, you move your body to face him, as he raises his head to meet your eyes. You reach out your hand to move his hair away from his eyes.
“Daniel,” you breathe, “I just don’t want anything bad to happen to you.”
“I know. I’m sorry. I didn’t even think about my health. I’m just too stubborn to think I can do everything,” Daniel admits.
“At least you’re not too stubborn to know that you’re stubborn,” you say, eliciting a laugh from him.
He pulls you closer to him, and buries his face into the crook of your neck. “Will you let me take care of you now?” you ask quietly.