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Love Affair - Hongjoong

(Admin: Sxng & Vector the two of us are back)

You had kept telling yourself that what you feel towards Hongjoong is not love. You just take comfort in his presence. He is the one who is there for you whenever Seonghwa hurts you. He became someone you depended on, a shoulder you could rest your head on. You could tell him anything, even the things that you were afraid to tell Seonghwa. The feelings you have for him are fleeting, they will disappear once you and your boyfriend are through your current rough patch.

Hongjoong shifts brushing some of the strands of your hair away from your face: “What did you fight about this time?”

His voice is gentle soothing nerves that you did not know had risen. Something inside of you is still afraid, a part of your mind lingering on the word love and whether you are in love with him. Seonghwa has seen you through your worst times, but you felt it, you noticed it too, both of you were growing distant, neither of you want to admit it first. That is why you keep fighting.

“Do you think that I still love Seonghwa?” You mutter softly, the word ‘love’ barely above a whisper, Hongjoong shifts.

You lift your head from his shoulder turning to look towards him. He scans your face, you can tell by the way his cheek sinks in that he is biting it.

“That’s something you have to decide for yourself,” Hongjoong says softly, turning away from you, “but I wish you’d decide you don’t.”

You rest your hand against his cheek furthest from you, turning him to face you. Without thinking you press your lips to his. Hongjoong shifts closer to you without thinking, resting one of his hands on your thigh the other mirroring your own cupping your cheek. He is the one that deepens the kiss and he is the one that pulls away first.

“Hongjoong-” you are quickly cut off.

“-Let’s pretend it didn’t happen,” he rushes out quickly, “you’re still dating Seonghwa, let’s just forget that it happened.”

You are not sure you can, but you nod in agreement, afraid that what the two of you have will be lost if you do not.

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Haunted By You - Hui

(Admin: Vector, dude my favorite ptg member & my favorite rapper, also tbh I had no idea what I wanted to write other than I didn’t want her to burn his shit which is like a main thing in the song)

Breakups are hard, but they are even harder when you find out you were being cheated on. Huitaek left a lot of his stuff in your apartment only adding to your struggle with reality. Three years is a long time to throw away and move on from, right now everything still seems to remind you of him. It has crossed your mind many times to burn everything he left behind in your apartment, in a drunken haze you almost went through with it. Luckily for the sane part of your mind, your friend would not let you start a bonfire with your ex’s clothes.

You ended things with him, but it still feels like you were the one that got dumped. The mutual friends the two of you have are hard to be around, even if he was the one that did something wrong. Some of them still side with him, because they have known him longer. Everything you do reminds you of him: the blankets on your bed are the ones he picked out with you, the tv series you are watching you started with him, the cafe you go to is where you and he went on dates. Everything around you reminds you of him.

Ending things with him was probably easier than the constant reminders you are faced with at the moment. You wish you could see the good times with him as pleasant memories and look past what happened towards the end of your relationship. But, when you think about catching him with her, the anger bubbles up inside of you and you cannot think rationally. Burning his clothes that he left seems rational when you are upset, even if you are aware that you are being dramatic. Despite how you feel right now you are lucky enough to have friends around you that remind you that one day you will be able to look back on this as just something that happened.

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Helping Hand - Woong

(Admin: Vector & Sxng)

You have been stuck on the side of a wooded road for about an hour now. None of your friends picked up your calls despite the fact most of you had just left from the same place. By the time you finally give up on reaching any of your friends, it is around 7:30 and it is starting to get darker outside. You let out a heavy sigh sitting on the hood of your car scrolling absentmindedly through your text conversations with each of the friends you had called as well as through the group chat. It was radio silence from any of them, even the group chat as a whole was quiet which was the most surprising and worrying.

“Do you need any help?” A voice calls out you sit up startled, you had not noticed the arrival of the other car or person in it.

He doesn’t look threatening and he is definitely easily recognizable with his bleached white hair. You scoot off of the hood of your car sighing.

“I ran out of gas,” you answer him.

He hums nodding in thought: “Do you have a gas can on you?”

You shake your head sadly, he sinks his teeth into his bottom lip leaning against his car door.

“I can get one at the gas station,” he suggests, “it’s going to be dark soon,” he trails off.

“I only have my card with me,” you mutter glancing back towards your car where your purse is, he brushes this off.

“I’ll take care of it,” he says with a wave of his hand, “can I get your number in case I forget where you’re at?” He asks you hum taking his phone from his hand when he holds it out to you.

You type in your number calling yourself so that you have his as well before handing it back to him. You thank him once more when he gets back inside his car. He tells you to wait in your car with the doors locked which you do, continuing to scroll through your phone. One of your friends that you called earlier suddenly calls you back you, of course, pick it up.

“Do you still need help?” She asks hurriedly, “sorry I didn’t pick up earlier.”

“A guy stopped and offered to go get gas for me,” you explain, “he seems nice.”

“You’re letting a strange man help you? What if you get kidnapped,” she rushes out, you can’t help the small laugh that slips through your lips.

“He’s doing a horrible job if he’s trying to kidnap me,” you tease, “he didn’t even ask me to go with him.”

His car pulls back up and you quickly end the call with your friend getting out of your car again. He takes the gas can out of the back seat of his car walking towards your own with it.

“Thanks again,” you say softly he hums, “my name’s Y’N by the way, not sure I ever said.”

“Woong,” he answers while pouring the gas into your car, “I’ll wait to make sure your car doesn’t give you any more problems.”

He gestures for you to get inside going back towards his own car putting the gas can in the back of his car before getting in. You turn your key and it takes a second for your car to actually decide to start. You buckle in your seatbelt rolling down your driverside window.

“Thank you, I really owe you,” you say with a small laugh that he returns.

“Buy me lunch,” he teases.

“When?” You call back in the same playful tone.

“I’ll text you,” he returns before rolling his window up and pulling off.

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I Know - Yugyeom

(Admin: Vector)

“What do you know?” You snap nodding your head in Yugyeom’s direction your eyes glaring harshly in his direction tears pooling at the corners of your eyes, “how could you know anything about me?” You say with a bitter laugh, “I hardly know your name, yet you want to act like you know everything about what happened,” your tongue darts out to wet your bottom lip your head dropping away from him.

“I’m going to let this go since you’re hurt,” Yugyeom warns pointing his index finger in your direction, you scoff keeping your eyes on his hand before stepping past him.

“Kim Yugyeom,” you pause, “everyone has a past that they aren’t proud of,” you pause again, “just because mine is pitiful and everyone likes to talk about it, doesn’t mean you know me,” you conclude continuing to walk out of the empty classroom.

“Can you at least tell me then?” Yugyeom calls, “can you at least let me know what really happened?” His voice trails off into a softer one.

“You transferred here a week ago,” you turn back towards him leaning against the desk in front of you, “you should have heard it all,” you close your eyes letting out a heavy sigh dropping your head towards the desk you’re leaning most of your weight onto.

“I want to know your story,” Yugyeom moves towards the desk you’re at taking wide steps to where you’re standing, “why,” he trails off, “why do they think someone, as strong as you, is pitiful?” He concludes resting one of his own hands on the desk.

“Sorry,” you say softly, “I can’t,” you push yourself off of the desk, “I’m leaving,” you force yourself to turn away from him each of your steps feeling heavier than usual.

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Going - Yongseok

(Admin: Vector, gif made by @moonkyuke )

You tighten your grip on the coffee cup in your hand avoiding Yongseok’s eyes to the best of your ability. You would be lying through your teeth if you said you did not see it coming. He was coming home later and later, avoiding you constantly and he generally seemed to be disinterested in anything you had to tell him. Despite that, you still wanted to keep trying, but here, now that the words have left his lips there is no fight left in you.  No matter how much your mind tells you to say something, do something, react in some way you just keep your eyes on the dark liquid in front of you, your lips pulled together in a line. You are almost relieved that it is over despite your mind begging you to react.

“I’m sorry,” Yongseok continues, “I’m just not in love with you anymore,” his words hit like a ton of bricks, but there is still no reaction from you.

“I know,” you finally muster, “I’ve known,” you admit.

You had known, you just never wanted to admit it to yourself or him. You never wanted to admit it to your friends who had seen him with other women, you wanted to believe your relationship was fine, you wanted to believe that it would work itself out. But without either of you putting in effort it was never going to work.

“Why did you not say anything?” His words hold weight and are puzzled, they make the air around the two of you heavy and it is suddenly hard to breathe.

Everything you had been holding in suddenly leaving your body in an exhale leaving you empty: “How could I?”

You cannot help the laugh. He was the one that fell out of love, he was the one that cheated, he was the one that lied, but he wants to know why you did nothing. You brush your hair away from your face still not letting your eyes land on his own instead, turning towards the window.

“I’m leaving,” you say softly pushing your chair out, “I wish you the best, Yongseok.”

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Back Then - Jae

(Admin: Vector)

Reminiscing was not something you thought you would be fond of, you used to hate to think of anything in the past but now that Jaehyung is your past, it feels fitting. They are good memories; except for the last ones you shared with him. Fighting ensued a few nights before the two of you had actually called it off. Before those few nights, things had been perfect. You would listen to him sing or talk for hours on end. Just because it felt right in the moment, it felt content and warm. Thinking about him now still feels warm even after breaking up.

Jaehyung is your best friend still even without dating, but your heart aches slightly thinking that he will find someone else and move on from you. You and Jaehyung have been friends for as long as you could remember and were scared to date in fear of ruining that friendship. That fear was something you only now have come to understand once more. You are afraid of how it will be once the two of you do date someone else the unnecessary jealous remarks since you will both still hold some sort of feeling towards the other even if it is not strong enough to hold a relationship. 

You let out a heavy sigh looking through a few more pictures taken on various dates. Some of the two of you just hanging out around yours or his apartment The ones where you put makeup on him and vice versa him destroying your face with makeup, writing his name in eyeliner on your cheek. A warm feeling spreads around your stomach butterflies fluttering inside of you a smile coming to your features as well at the memory. It had been pouring rain so the two of you decided to cancel your day out and ended up staying inside bored before deciding to do each other's makeup.

You let out a sigh laying your phone on your bedside table before turning away from it in an attempt to push away the memories of the good times with him. You wish that you could just think of them as normal memories from before the two of you dated, but they weren’t that. Your phone buzzes from the table pulling you from your thoughts you, you roll over grabbing it. Your phone screen is still illuminated showing the text from Younghyun, or Brian as Jae likes to call him. 

“Did you and Jae really break up?” The text reads your face drops from the slight smile all you can respond with is a blunt “yes” before laying your phone back down letting out a heavy sigh turning away from it again.

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Starry Night - Doyoung

(Admin: Vector)

Dongyoung lets go of your hand letting out a sigh while he sits down onto the sand gesturing for you to sit next to him. You let out a sigh but fall next to him laying back on the sand to star at the stars, Dongyoung turns towards you letting out a laugh before laying down as well. He props his head on one of his arms his other hand reaching out in search of your own before he lays his arm on his stomach.

“What other friends of yours would ditch work to take you on a weekend trip?” Dongyoung teases in a laugh that you return a smile coming to your face, “are you still not going to tell me what happened?” He hesitates slightly turning his head towards you, you lull your head towards his humming.

“I’m going to be really happy from now on,” you say putting emphasis on each of your words smiling towards him and tightening your grip slightly on his hand.

“You always say that,” Dongyoung says softly fully turning on his side towards you, “but, I believe you more this time than the others,” he trails off, “you and him broke up again?” He asks you hum letting out a heavy sigh rolling onto your side towards him as well.

“I ended it this time,” you say confidently, “I’ll be fine,” you assure, “I just wanted to get away from everything,” you say scrunching your nose slightly Dongyoung laughs nodding moving his arm that’s under his head to yours instead.

“That’s good,” Dongyoung says with a heavy sigh, “I’d been telling you to end it for a long time,” he says with a laugh, “should we drink?” Dongyoung asks pulling his hand away from yours to reach behind him for the plastic bag.

You sit up again him following shortly after handing you one of the cans of beer from the bag before getting one for himself. The two of you make small talk, talking about nothing in particular but it’s comforting. Being with Dongyoung is always comforting, he is a friend that isn’t just a friend but neither of you would ever admit that out loud to each other or anyone else. A few beers later and you're tipsily leaning against his chest pointing at random stars and listening to his heartbeat as well as the sounds of the crashing waves from the sea.

“Why do you never stop me?” You mutter your words running together a little bit from a mix of your tiredness and the alcohol in your veins, “why do you never get mad at me for going back to him,” you trail off letting your eyes close pressing your cheek against his chest more.

“Would you listen if I did?” Dongyoung asks, “I think you would have gone back to him even if I told you not to,” Dongyoung says with a sigh that mixes with a small laugh, “you’re stubborn,” he mumbles throwing one of his arms lazily around you, “that’s why I like you,” he says softly, you glance up towards his face his head turned towards the sky his eyes darting between different stars.

“If you told me you liked me before,” you trail off pushing yourself up with your arms and holding yourself over Dongyoung slightly, “would I have dated him in the first place?” Dongyoung’s eyes scan your face for any hints of you joking.

“What you’re doing right now,” Dongyoung trails off resting one of his hands on the small of your back his eyes quickly turning towards your lips, “it’s dangerous,” Dongyoung says bluntly his words as well showing no hints of playfulness.

You’re the one that moves first bringing your lips down to cover his hesitantly moving your lips against his. Dongyoung quickly returns the kiss his hand that had previously been on your back, sliding upward towards your neck to hold your lips in place against his. Dongyoung quickly takes control of the kiss, your movements following his. Dongyoung pushes himself into a sitting position wrapping his other arm around your waist.

You rest your hand on Dongyoung’s shoulder pulling him forward slightly your other hand placed firmly on the sand. Dongyoung trails his hand from the back of your neck up to cup your cheek, his teeth pulling your bottom lip between his teeth making your breath catch in your throat. Dongyoung hesitates for a moment before pulling his lips away from yours clearing his throat and turning his eyes towards the sand away from your own.

“We should head back to the hotel,” Dongyoung says clearing his throat again before he pulls himself to his feet, “it’s late,” Dongyoung reaches his hand down to help you up you mutter a soft thank you to him.

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All You Want - Junho

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Your mind is racing while you stare down at your hands in your lap. Of course, Junho called you because he wants sex, he just wants to get off, he doesn’t actually care about you. Of course, not, you’re nothing to him, you should have learned that by now you should have just deleted his number and left him in your past completely, but he’s an addiction, breaking any addiction is difficult. That’s what you keep telling yourself so that you don’t feel as bad about being hopelessly trapped in the palm of his hands.

Junho coughs pulling you from your mind making you realize you still hadn’t answered him. You aren’t sure what he asked anymore, you just know that it alluded to sex which you had momentarily let yourself forget that, that was all Junho uses you for. You let out a heavy sigh uncrossing and then recrossing your legs shifting uncomfortably in your seat preparing yourself for what you’re going to say to him. It takes a lot of preparation because you know that this is most likely going to be the brutal end to whatever this relationship is if you can call it a relationship that is.

“Can we just stop,” you mumble softly playing with your hands in your lap nervously, “it’s tiring,” you attempt to keep your voice sounding strong turning your head away from your hands to meet Junho’s gaze instead Junho looks confused which you wouldn’t expect any other emotion from him, “you don’t love me, you don’t even like me,” you say flatly sinking your teeth into your bottom lip, “it’s been going on long enough,” you say with a sigh turning your head towards the ceiling his eyes burning through you and making your facade rapidly crumble.

“What are you saying?” Junho says exasperatedly moving to the seat next to yours instead of sitting on the opposite end, “you’ve never been like this before,” Junho says exasperatedly resting his hand on your knee which you quickly pull away from.

“Don’t touch me,” you snap glaring in his direction his startled expression mirrors your internal emotion your heart pounding so hard against your ribcage, “I’m done Junho, I want a real relationship, I want to be really in love, not whatever this is,” your voice finally breaks and your last words come our choked.

Junho drops his head no longer trying to convince you to stay and no words slip from his lips. You let out a scoff pulling yourself to your feet and walking away from the table. You hear Junho’s table move but you don’t turn back keeping your eyes on the door in front of you.

“Can we talk longer?” Junho startles you resting his hand firmly on your shoulder making you turn to face him, “do you really think I don’t like you?” Junho’s voice is soft and it sounds comforting to the ear you almost find yourself relaxing against his touch, but you don’t let yourself.

“No, I don’t,” you say calmly managing to keep your eye contact with him, “I’m leaving,” you say flatly pushing his hand off of his shoulder and turning away from him once more.