We were only 6-years-olds when we first met. We met in our neighborhood's park's playground. It was so much fun, that is until I tripped because I was so clumsy.
"Ow!" The little one mumbled as she tried to stop her tears. She could hear the other kids around her laughing and calling her a klutz for tripping.
Suddenly, she begins to cry. The pain of her scratch and the laughter of the kids around her, it just made her cry.
"Hey, it's mean to laugh at someone who tripped!" The little girl lifts her head at the voice that silenced the others. It was a little boy who shielded her from other kids.
He looked angry at the other kids who just ran away. The boy turned to the girl and sat beside her.
"Mommy gives me a band-aid, just in case! But we should clean your boo boo! We don't want germs in them!" The boy smiled widely to comfort the crying girl. The girl nodded and watched the young boy pour water on her scratch where there were a few droplets of blood.
The girl stared in awe. Such a responsible boy is helping her. Once the boy puts on the band-aid, he helps her stand.
"My name is Lee Jeno! Will you be my friend?" The boy reached his hand out.
"Of course! My name is yn!"
We were so young but I remember how I felt at that time. It was just an innocent and childish crush. I had no idea what love is just yet.
However, the fact I call you my crush when I don't even know the meaning of it… it was kinda embarrassing.
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Writing poems as if they're lyrics of a song — Mark would think about the tiniest things that makes him happy or feel in some kind of way. He stares at flowers, he will write a poem about them then proceeds to sing the poem.
He would like this as a habit when he's overthinking or cannot seem to focus. If Mark finds something endearing, he will most likely write a short or maybe, a long poem about it, then proceeds to add melody to the poem.
OTHERS BELOW THE CUT
➤ . . . . RENJUN
Painting on any surface I can find — it's well known that Renjun loves art, he's really good at it. Even if it might not be allowed, he'll end up finding surfaces that needs painting.
He'll paint a little scenary or something he finds funny. He'll paint them with different colors which makes the painting pop out more. He might get scolded but then, his painting on that surface will be admired, so what's really the point of getting mad?
➤ . . . . JENO
Feeding cats when I shouldn't have — even if he's told not to get near cats because of his allergy, he would still give them food. As an owner of 3 cats, he can take care of stray cats without actually adopting them.
He'll continue to go this even if he is told not to. He cannot bear seeing the cat starve in the streets, repeatedly ignored and harmed by passerbys. Anyways, who said giving stray cats food is bad? They'll be attached to him, but he loves them, so that wouldn't stop him.
(is told to bring his medicine everywhere with him)
➤ . . . . HAECHAN
Make tiny paper origami — because of his wasted time, he found something pointless but fun to do; making tiny paper origami! It's a long process, however, he is always proud with the result, even if it's wrinkly.
He would have a couple of tries and possibly give up but as he watches the tutorial first, he'll find it easy. He's most likely going to end up with hundreds of different origamis in his room. Some of the members would either display them or throw them out.
(most of the time, it's the latter but they love his effort)
➤ . . . . JAEMIN
Writing random letters for nobody — he finds this weird as letters are supposed to mean something and supposed to be given out. However, he simply writes letters for no one or for someone he has made up in his mind.
He'll write letters of any theme; be it a letter with the timeline of the Victorian era or writing letters for a vampire. He'll buy beautiful things for the designing of the letter, but will not give it away. The letter would be random but beautifully and meaningfully written.
➤ . . . . CHENLE
Disassembling things for something new — Chenle would love to experiment or make something into his own. He would take paper and bind it to make a notebook. The covers would be the cover from an existing notebook.
He would even learn how to sew, just to use the old or cut up fabric he collected to make new things. He just likes to make it one of a kind, his very own style of that existing object. It might take time but he'll make the result worth it.
➤ . . . . JISUNG
Hiding in an open area to dance — Jisung is shy, but passionate about dancing. He would feel confident around his friends, but still shy around his family. He will go out to a discreet, quiet, and empty area just to dance.
He will come back afterwards though, just all sweaty and tired. It even made his parents think that he's working out instead of dancing. He'll dance to different songs; either freestyle, made choreographies, or even challenges.
We were so little back then. We met at the neighborhood's park's playground, but that wasn't the first time I saw you. That was just the first time that I've talked to you.
The little boy rode the swing by himself while he watched the other children run around the playground. He was watching, until he heard a girl crying.
When he looked to his side, he saw the little girl, who he has been wanting to befriend, crying. The other kids were laughing at her as well.
The boy walked over to them and stepped in front of the girl. His arms raised sidewards to cover the crying girl.
"Hey, it's mean to laugh at someone who tripped!" The boy shouted to the other children with an angry face. The others were about to protest but decided to run away instead.
The boy faced the girl and pulled out his spiderman water bottle from his bag. He sits beside her, "Mommy gives me a band-aid, just in case! But we should clean your boo boo! We don't want germs in them!"
He pours water on the girl's scratch before wiping away her tears with his sleeves. He smiles widely after he puts the band-aid on her scratch.
He helped her stand up and the boy felt happy to see the girl smile again. He takes the chance.
"My name is Lee Jeno! Will you be my friend?" The boy reached his hand out.
"Of course! My name is yn!"
It was the fact I wanted to befriend you badly that made me laugh, but I'm glad I took the opportunity. I genuinely don't know what made me feel that way at that moment.
Is it because you were cheerful and pretty? I don't understand. I was young and I didn't know what love is. Plus, I kept calling you my crush! I thought crushes are like people you like platonically!
Whenever I remember the memory, it just makes me shy… I just can't deny the fact you were my 'crush' cause I ended up liking you a lot.
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#☠︎︎ DAY 11 — “The Willow Tree on A Hill” — HUANG RENJUN
☾︎ GHOST AU! MENTIONS OF GHOST, MURDER ☽︎
SPOOKTOBER MASTERLIST
Renjun heaved a heavy sigh when Donghyuck was rushing to pack his bags to leave.
The mansion they are in was not so terrible… Sure, it is thousands of years old, but it didn’t remove its beauty. Although, the aura Renjun has been feeling is getting out of hand.
The male walked around Jaemin’s room. The younger was printing the pictures he took, including the pictures he took of the dead-hanged bride.
As Renjun walked around, he noticed all the antique paintings in the room. From a picture of a woman’s portrait to a picture of a… Willow Tree on a hill?
“Weird,” said Renjun. His fingers gently brushed the painting’s surface. Its brushstrokes felt by his small hands.
At that moment, Renjun was curious. He lifts the painting from the back, only to watch some kind of paper fall from behind it.
“Did you put this here?” Renjun asked, the paper visible to Jaemin who shook his head. The other continued along with the printing.
Renjun scratched his nape, anticipating what’s in the letter. A written note for someone or from someone? A map? Information about the mansion? The willow tree?
When he unfolded the paper, he could feel his heart stop. A curious storm takes over his mind. His mouth had a small gap as his gaze was stuck on the paper. It was a map.
And now, that is what he’s doing. He’s following the left notes on the map. The red ink was dull, no longer vibrant, like it was made from ages ago. However, Renjun found it lovely.
The dull red ink, the iron smell of the paper, and the cursive writings in red; it was all pleasing to his artistic eyes.
At the top of the map, there was a cross, an X mark on something. He couldn’t see, but when he made it there, Renjun was flabbergasted.
There stood the Willow Tree on the hill, right next to the mansion.
Renjun moved closer, feeling an eerie vibe from the tree. He turned to the side and saw an ax and a music box right next to each other.
He faced the willow tree and saw the countless clothes hanging from it… That’s not what the painting had pictured.
The willow tree looked well, it looked healthy and still living.
Renjun was just confused why the willow tree had clothes hanging from them. Most of the clothes had stains… brown stains and ton parts. Its stains were like the stains he saw on the ax’s handle.
Renjun flipped the map over to see a brief note on the bottom.
“Here marks the place where the man chopped his daughter’s head with an ax.”
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☾︎ GHOST AU! MENTIONS OF GHOST, BLOOD, HANGING OF BODY, MURDER, NIGHTMARES, SHOTGUNS ☽︎
SPOOKTOBER MASTERLIST
Mark stared at the book in front of him. The silence in the mansion had always crept him out. The unnerving silence of horror.
He didn’t know how to feel when he kept his eyes on the book. The leather case had some design to it. It had symbols he cannot read nor understand.
Even the aura he felt when he toured the mansion. It felt like the mansion was still alive. It felt like there were hundreds of people living in the mansion.
This became something he feared, yet became so curious about. The book settled in front of him has the history of the thousand-year-old mansion.
The mansion that held so many events in history, tragedy, or bliss. Everything was a mystery to everyone.
“Open it,” He flinched at the voice. Panicked and afraid, he looked around the room, only to see no one. Now, he feels more obliged to open the book.
The mansion that gave him so many dreams, so many nightmares. It made him hear screams, laughter, cries for help, shotguns… It gave him everything he could imagine in a thousand-year-old mansion.
“I told you to open it!” There it is again; another scream. It was followed by a peal of laughter, then a cry for help.
Mark’s hand went to his hair, tangling his fingers with the strands. Has he gone mad in this mansion? That is what the mansion is good for, after all… Driving people to their insanity and madness.
“Open the book,” he reached his hand to the book. He opened the book, and could read the first page… It was a list of names, hundreds of names. He flipped to the next page, only to drop the book in terror.
A picture of a young woman, her throat slit open and she was hung to the ceiling. Another woman was hanging beside her. It was a bride. She looked identical to the bride Jaemin saw days ago.
The Bride who only appears in cameras.
In the empty room where he continued to flip the torturous page of the book where the history of the mansion was documented, he stayed there. His frail body was glued to the wooden floor and the book in his hands.
“Mark, what are you doing here alone?” He flickered his head to the door frame. There he sees Jeno; Jaemin, who trembled in fear, was behind him. His camera is still being held by his hands.
Mark got up; the book was carried by him as he made his way to the two boys.
“Sorry, I didn’t realize I was alone.” He lied as he motioned the younger to walk out of the mansion with him.
He gripped the book. His nails possibly leave scratch marks on the leather cover.
He wasn’t alone at all. He just couldn’t tell them he felt hundreds of eyes behind his back.
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