#hoshi request

[caratcorner]

Hiii! Since your requests are open I was wondering if you can do a Hoshi scenario where he dates y/n for a bet but while they r dating he starts to fall for her. But one day y/n finds out and it's really sad and angsty but in the end there's a lot of fluff? Thanks! Also I love ur blog! Keep up the good work!!! 😋

I think I’ll take this one too! *hugs* I’ll work hard on it! ^^ it may take some time because I’m on exams rn, hope you don’t mind 😄 -Admin Haruna

[jimins-calves]

Fallen Star

Here it is! I hope I didn’t make you wait too long. Feel free to let me know what you think, constructive criticism is always appreciated. -Admin Plum

“Are you busy?” Soonyoung breathes out. You pause at the hopeless tremble in his voice that upsets you. Soonyoung was never one to be upset. Ever. Not even when his mother passed away when he was sixteen. It could only have meant one thing. “I need you to come. Please.” He whispers, his voice breaking.

“I’ll be right there.” You answer as you end the call and slip your phone in your pocket. You abandoned the pile of paperwork that had been stuck on your desk for weeks and rushed to grab your coat and scarf. As you were about to leave your room, you notice a small notebook bound in weathered brown leather lying on top of all of your files. You didn’t know why, but the book was calling out to you, pleading for you to take it with you on your trip to see Soonyoung.

The corners of your mouth twitched into a small smile as you recalled the day the book had come into your possession. He was a complete stranger back then and you were a college student, resting on a bench with the perfect view of the park’s lake. You were sulking, for a reason which you fail to remember, and were about to head home when all of a sudden, a good-looking male who appeared to be of your age shoved the book into your hand while asking for you to keep it safe before running away from a man dressed in a monkey suit. Needless to say, it was by the far the most amusing and strangest thing you had ever seen. His smile was so bright and lively… You frown at the memory and grab the book as you run out of your apartment. Things were much different now, and that smile that used to represent everything positive in your life was slowly withering away. And you were powerless over it.

He didn’t have to tell you where he wanted to meet. There were only two places in the city that he went to for some quiet thinking and since it was nearly midnight, you doubt that the café would be open, seeing as it didn’t offer 24/7 services. A feeling of relief washed over your body as you sighted a familiar figure sitting on the very bench that you had first met him on. You were about to call out his name when he turns to face you, a heartbreaking look plastered on his face. He manages to give you a small smile- a forced one you don’t fail to notice- as he urges you to sit beside him.

Was it bad that you regret meeting up with him? You knew why he wanted to see you so late and why his eyes were red and his face stained with tears. Maybe you only regret it because you were being selfish. You didn’t want to hear what he had to say, because that would mean having to accept reality and letting go of everything the two of you had been through these past few months. Soonyoung hadn’t been in your life for long but you know that he’s the only one who has ever or will ever understand you and accept you for exactly who you are. It wasn’t fair…that life was being so cruel and tearing him- your only source of happiness, away from you. It wasn’t fair that life had cursed him and his mother with such a savage illness- and the worst kind in your opinion. Neither of them deserved it. They were such genuine and kind-hearted people; they didn’t deserve that kind of illness. The kind that spread within your body, killing you at an irritatingly slow pace as you’re forced to watch as the doctors lie, experiment and lie some more about how they’re going to help you and how you will survive and live the rest of your life happy…when in reality you know that they can’t help you, you know that you will die and you know that happiness is something that will possibly never come to you…

The sound of breathing has never resounded as loudly before as it does now. It casts an inauspicious augury that saddens you, so you close your eyes and try to focus on everything else- anything else- besides the sound of his breathing. A sign that he was alive, a sign that he exists, implying that the memories you created together did as well, that the changes he made in you were there and that the feelings that you developed for him were undeniably, indisputably and unquestionably real.

You turn to face him and watch as he blankly gazes into the lake, its surface shimmering and reflecting the light emitting from the lampposts. He looks tired; his skin was no longer the light tan colour you were used to, it was pale now, and there are bags underneath his eyes and his hair lacked the shine it usually had. Nonetheless, he looks beautiful, more beautiful that you’ve ever seen him. Even though vitality is slowly escaping his body, he still looks well. Though it’s a small assurance, it’s one you helplessly cling to. He meets your gaze and smiles gently at you, the sight of him looking deceitfully healthy breaking your heart.

“I see you have our handy, dandy little notebook.” He grins meekly, reaching for the notebook in your grasp. “Quoting Blues Clues, aren’t you a little too old for that?” You chuckle, trying to appear elated. Sure, you’re upset at the thought of him and his illness, of all the consequences that it came with it and the chain reaction that would begin upon his departure. But if you’re going to keep sulking, then you’ll be ignoring everything he taught you, denying him the place he unexpectedly earned in your heart, and that’s like agreeing to going back to the past. And you can’t go back there. Not when he taught you so much. Not after he showed you the city you thought you knew and reminded you of the very reason why you moved here in the first place. Your pursuit for change, for happiness, for love- all of which he brought, he showed, he caused.

“You can never be too old for anything,” He states, the negativity fades from his eyes and is replaced by a familiar, euphoric glint. You can’t retrace your steps when you’ve already decided to move forward. Not when he’s still here, not even when he’s gone. Besides, it shouldn’t be bothering you. Because all that matters is that he’s here, beside you. And in the end, that’s the only thing you don’t ever want to change, the only thing that will remain constant. His presence. Whether it’d be anything else besides his physical presence, he will never leave you. You will never let him go. You reach out your hand to grab his and squeeze it lightly, as if your body was responding to the fear of losing him and not having him with you. He rests his hands on top of yours for a few moments, his eyes refusing to meet yours, and instead they stay lingering on your connected hands.

He opens his mouth to speak but closes it. He does the same thing a couple more times, like he’s at war with himself and his brain is able to find something contradicting in everything he attempts to say to you. Noticing his struggles, you give his hand another squeeze before releasing them from your grip and opening the notebook he placed in between the both of you.

You smile as you take out the photo wedged between two pages of the book. The photo was of you, him and his best friend Chan, the guy in the monkey suit. It was taken here, on this very spot, by a random stranger whom Soonyoung approached with no care in the world. Your meeting with them caused a massive ripple effect in your life. Because you had begun to spend most of your days with them, you were no longer cooped up in your apartment, doing the same mundane activities you had done for a long time. Because you were with them, you began to have a more positive outlook on life and took more risks. Risks which consequently allowed you to gain your dream job. Risks you never would have taken if it weren’t for them- more specifically him.

You shift closer towards him and push the notebook closer to him so he could see the contents with you. You begin pointing at the various tasks listed on the pages, reminiscing about what you had done and how you felt while each task was being completed. He mocks the small doodles you had drawn on the empty spaces of each page and you can’t help but laugh even though your ‘creations’ were being made fun of.

“Remember this one? We ended up getting chased by the cops for ‘vandalising’ the pavement!” You laugh. “Yeah! But they ended up keeping the writing on the pavement until it washed away.” He grins at the book and points to another task you had done not too long ago. “I loved and hated this one. Those little kids really wanted their balloons, they were really adorable but a couple of them kicked me in the shin.” You roll your eyes, “Of course they did- you kept teasing them for being ‘tiny little munchkins!”

“But they were!” He pouts, crossing his arms across his chest and turning away from you with a loud ‘humph!’ You laugh at his childish actions and continue looking through the notebook. As you recall that memories each page had for you, your smile grew bigger but so did the pain you felt in your heart. All you wanted to do was to reach into your chest and claw it out. You can’t stand the unbearable agony that you felt- what’s worse is that you’re helpless about it. That pain would continue to grow as long as he was here. It stems from his very existence but you desperately didn’t want him to leave your side. No matter how you look at it- it’s a lose-lose situation.

You watch him from the corner of your eyes as he stares wistfully into space. “I have to stay at the hospital starting tomorrow.” He says. You swear you heard your heart stop beating for that one moment. “It’ll be easier for them, and for me I suppose. I really hate having to go there.” He trails off. “And staying there is any better?” You stated, a tear threatening to surface at the corner of your eye. He heaves a tired sigh as he buries his face into his hands and rests his elbows on his lap. “I have no other choice,” He groans, his voice trembling. “You know I wouldn’t go there unless I had to, you know how much I hate that place. It only reminds me of-”

“Don’t say it.” You cut him off. He looks at you with sorry eyes and frowns. “Please don’t.” You mumble but he shakes his head, rejecting your request, “We have to face reality. We can’t keep denying the fact that I’m ill and I don’t have much time to live.” You shake your head furiously. “We’re not denying it; we’re just…not mentioning it.” You take in a deep breath and heave it out. “I don’t want you to leave. You can’t. You…you…you’re not allowed, okay? I’m not letting you leave me a-a-and Chan a-a-and whoever the hell else! You can’t go…” you protest, your lips trembling from all the emotions stirring inside you.

“Why not?” He asks you so tenderly, so gently and genuinely, that you burst and are forced to break down in hysterics, letting out everything that you had been keeping inside of you. “Because I love you!” you cry out. “I love you,” you repeat as your tears begin to blur your vision. Your hands tightly clench the edge of the bench, your knuckles turning white. “I don’t say that word a lot because it means too much to me- but so do you, ok? And I love you,” you explain as you reach out to grab him by the collar and pull him closer towards you. “It doesn’t matter to me that I haven’t known you for years on end. It doesn’t matter to me that you’re,” You pause for a moment, swallowing the lump that had formed in your throat. You tighten your grip on his shirt for a moment before you allow yourself to loosen it, “It doesn’t matter to me that you’re deathly ill. I love you. You changed everything in my life, made everything better and you saved me.” Soonyoung reaches out to your hands and pries it gently off his shirt. “Hey,” he smiles. “Stop that,” he commands. His brown eyes glisten with the threat of unwanted tears.

“Stop that,” He whispers as he cups your face in his hands. He chokes back a sob as he presses his forehead against yours; a smile forcing its way on his face. “I shouldn’t be smiling. I shouldn’t be happy about this and you shouldn’t have fallen for me.” You scoff at his response, “You really think I had any control over my feelings for you?”

“Of course not, but I don’t blame you… Especially when you fell for such a handsome face like mine.” He flashes you his signature grin and somehow you felt at ease.