✧ Pink Lipstick | fluff, suggestive - 1k
Desc.: In which you buy a new lipstick and asking your boyfriend Seoho for his opinion on it turns into putting its durability to a test…
✧ Sculpture | fluff, suggestive - 0.7k
Desc.: You’re helping your boyfriend Seoho figure out how to best film the statue scene in Oneus’ new MV and it’s very distracting…
*✧･ﾟ:* Leedo *:･ﾟ✧*
✧ n/a
*✧･ﾟ:* Keonhee *:･ﾟ✧*
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*✧･ﾟ:* Hwanwoong *:･ﾟ✧*
Scenarios & Oneshots:
✧ Boyfriend | fluff, high school AU, friends to lovers - 1.6k
Desc.: You’ve been in love with Hwanwoong, a student from the same year as you, ever since you two entered high school. And though so far nothing came of your feelings, you still like to visit him during his dance practice every so often.
*✧･ﾟ:* Xion *:･ﾟ✧*
✧ n/a
*✧･ﾟ:* Reactions *:･ﾟ✧*
Them helping you study | fluff, reaction
You shutting them up with a kiss | fluff, reaction
Requested by anon - where reader has a crush on/ is dating their brothers band mate (Oneus)
A/N - this features a gender neutral reader - sorry to the anon who requesting this because it took me so long!!
Disclaimer: this is for entertainment purposes only and does not represent any of the members in real life!
Ravn/ Youngjo
He found it sweet really. To see one of his closest friends and his sibling make each other so happy. Although, it hasn’t always been that way. When you first started dating Hwanwoong, Youngjo was a little jealous… he made that abundantly clear without ever admitting to it. But you like to think back on it as him being protective of the people he cares about the most.
Honestly, he was more hurt that Hwanwoong had fallen for you over him. Like, come on! Youngjo is the one that always showers him in the most affection, makes sure he’s eaten well and gotten enough rest. What did you do, make him laugh? Pft.
Moving on… Youngjo has always been a good brother to you and, regardless of your age gap, he’s been pretty picky when it has come to your past romantic interests. Which is why you were a little nervous about revealing that you had been seeing one of his own group mates. But as it turns out, he was surprisingly encouraging and definitely didn’t try to embarrass you in front of Hwanwoong by relaying stories from your childhood 👀
Seoho
The cutest sibling you could have ever asked for. Seriously, he is such a good brother. Which is why he was all excited giggles and bright smiles when you’d confided in him about your crush on Keonhee. Regardless of how much of a great sibling he is, Seoho is terrible at keeping secrets. Why you trusted him you have no idea. But you can’t take anything back now.
Whether it was intentional or not you’ll never know. But he is the very reason that Keonhee knows of your feelings towards him. Seoho just can’t keep his mouth shut when he sees you trying to have a friendly conversation with him. Even the tiniest of interaction between you and Keonhee sets your brother off on a whirlwind of school-boy giggles.
One time, he even skipped past you both singing “(y/n) and Keonhee sitting in a tree…” and then back again just to finish the rhyme. You’d only gone to Keonhee to ask if he wanted any snacks from the store… Although, maybe Seoho’s smarter than you give him credit for, because his teasing definitely made Keonhee feel so awkward that he offered to go with you, just so he could get away.
Leedo/ Geonhak
It has been made abundantly clear to all of his group mates that you are off limits. Geonhak is surprisingly unsurprising with how protective he his over his sibling. And so, you have to be very sneaky around him with your relationship.
So you’d been dating Seoho for a few months now and Geonhak was yet to be informed about it. You’d agreed with your boyfriend that it was in his best interest to keep your relationship hidden from everyone unless he wanted to be murdered in broad daylight by your brother. And luckily for you, Seoho was scared enough of Geonhak, knowing how cat and mouse-like their friendship is just from teasing, let alone him dating his members sibling.
Geonhak found out about your relationship completely by accident. You and Seoho thought you were the only ones at the dorm and had let down your guards, cuddling and holding hands as you watched a movie together. What you didn’t realise is that Geonhak had been in his room the whole time. So when he’d walked through the living room and spotted you both asleep on each other, he knew there was something going on behind his back.
He was actually far more calm than you ever expected him to be about the whole situation and you were relieved to see his acceptance of your relationship (although not before he’d given Seoho some very detailed descriptions of what would happen to him if he ever broke your heart).
Keonhee
He’s like a bestie and brother rolled into one, so you’ve always shared everything with him and vice versa. Despite knowing about the crush you have on Youngjo and Keonhee remaining positive whenever you talk to him about it, he’s not too keen on the idea of you actually dating one of his members.
While Keonhee is a light-hearted, bubbly person most of the time, as a brother he likes to remain level headed and set a good example. Although, that doesn’t mean you don’t have your fair share of petty squabbles. In fact, it was a silly argument getting too out of hand that lead to Keonhee spilling how he truly feels about your crush on Youngjo.
You couldn’t believe you ears when you heard your brother tell you he would never want you to date one of his friends. It wasn’t necessarily his words that upset you the most, more so his bitter tone. He’ll never be able to forget the look on your face in that moment, reality crashing down on his hard as he realises how selfish he had been to have wanted to keep you and his friends separate. But don’t worry, you can never stay mad at him for long. Especially when he profusely apologises and promises to buy you all of your favourite snacks.
Hwanwoong
You? Having feelings for Dongju?? How??? That was the exact reaction Hwanwoong had when he found out that you have a crush on one of his group mates. Ok, so, you aren’t technically aware that your brother knows of this secret because you’re not the one who told him. No, nosey Hwanwoong found out by eavesdropping on a conversation you were having with a friend.
He’s not really too sure how to feel about it though? Like, there’s a part of him that cringes at the idea, because it’s you, his sibling, and one of his closest friends. But there’s also another part of him that finds it kinda sweet.
Woong loves love, and so he finds himself wanting to play anonymous matchmaker. You know, where he comes up with some cheekily devious plans to get you and Dongju alone. He always finds it so entertaining how flustered you get around his friend and winding Dongju up without him knowing who the culprit is is also incredibly fun.Honestly, it’s been going on for a few weeks at this point and neither you nor Dongju have caught on.
Several times you’ve been invited over to visit your brother (when he knows it’s only him and Dongju at the dorms) only for him to come up with some lame excuse to leave you with your crush. Like when he said he was out of milk and rushed away but then when you went to the fridge to get a drink you saw a full carton? And you’ve turned to Dongju in confusion, both of you laughing over how slick your brother must think he is. He seriously still thinks you haven’t caught on???
Xion/ Dongju
You’ve been dating Geonhak for long enough that Dongju isn’t phased by it anymore and the only reason he was ever annoyed by it was when the others would tease him about his sibling dating one of his friends. But he had made it very clear not to make those sorts of comments anymore…
Despite the assumption that he would potentially murder Geonhak for dating his sibling, Dongju was surprisingly ok with it. So he wasn’t the biggest fan of the fact that he now had to share affection from his friend with you, you were nice enough to him to not rub it in his face.
Dongju can get quite possessive with things, liking to be the one that has the final say/ always gets his own way. So, as his sibling, you’ve learnt the best ways to work around that. For example, you won’t hang around with your boyfriend when you know that he is spending time with his group mates (unless invited by your brother) because you know how important it is to him. Likewise, Dongju promises to not disturb your dates at the dorm, even if he is bored.
The opera house might seem all glamour and glitter, but not when it’s overtaken by a mysterious phantom who’s also trying to keep you away from Gunhak.
➳ Characters: Leedo x female!reader/you (as Raoul and Christine)
➳ Genre: romance, angst, mystery, the phantom of the opera au (based on the 2004 movie)
➳ Words: 5.1k
➳ Warning: due to the happenings in The Phantom of the Opera movie, there will be mentions of bodily deformation, strangling a person, childhood abuse and swords
➳ A/N: dedicated to @dat-town! 💖💖💖 Wishing you the happiest bday with many more Leedo gym selfies!
When Gunhak saw you again for the first time, you were in a beautiful white dress, your voice brighter than the diamonds around your neck, mesmerising everyone in the opera house including himself.
He had never thought that he would see you again, not after your father had died, and you had disappeared along the first breeze of the spring, making him wonder where you had gone. He couldn’t have known that you had ended up as an orphan, being taken in by a dance teacher who had given you a home and a purpose in the ballet dormitory. Since then, you had kept on singing like your father had wanted you to, taught by the Angel of Music, and you had been doing ballet like your saviour had taught you.
You might have been childhood sweethearts, but for anyone as young as Gunhak, you had appeared to be an angel; a wide-eyed, curiosity-filled, quiet-voiced little girl who had always been so kind to him. You had played together by the beach, building sand castles and running away from the waves when they had come close to the shore, and time had gone by so fast. Too fast for Gunhak’s liking as you had gone in a blink of an eye, left without an explanation, so had your father.
He couldn’t have known at that time, but it had come to light later on that your father had died, and you had moved away. Rumours had gone around town where you had gone, to whom you had gone and why your father had died, but only your lack of presence had been on Gunhak’s mind, nothing else. He might have been young, but you had left such a lasting impact on him that he had found himself wondering about you on sleepless nights and the tranquil moments of dawn even years down the road.
So for him to see you after all these years at the opera house his family was supporting, it felt like a miracle. He could have never mistaken you for someone else; you with your bright, firefly-like eyes, heart-shaped face and oh that beautiful voice, too! He had been mesmerised even when he had heard you sing all those years ago, but now, he was totally speechless, his heart hammering rapidly while his body was totally stiff, frozen in time.
When your solo performance came to an end, he was one of the firsts to stand up and clap, and his bewitched state didn’t leave him for the rest of the play. After it finished, he was quick to get to his feet, trying to reach your dressing room in peace, hoping that you would remember him, but he was constantly stopped by spectators of well-off families who asked about him and his parents, not to mention the buzzing opera house managers who couldn’t stop thanking him for funding their work.
“It’s the talent of the performers that should matter, not the rumours surrounding the opera house,” Gunhak replied diplomatically, referring to the story of the opera ghost ruining plays, threatening people and making everyone fear coming to work. He was rumoured to be living in the catacombs under the opera house, and he was said to be the reason the previous lead actress had thrown in the towel, making you the star of the show. Not that Gunhak minded, honestly.
After manoeuvring himself through the crowd of people, he finally managed to get to the backstage area, and was led the way to your dressing room by one of the assistants. He hesitated for only a brief moment before knocking on your door, seconds seeming like an eternity before you gave him the green light to come in.
You were staring at a single red rose in your hand when he walked in, only looking up to meet his eyes when he spoke up.
“Oh, little y/n, just how much you have grown!” Gunhak exclaimed with a nostalgic smile, and for the smile that spread on your lips, it was already so worth it to make this visit. For he knew very well that you remembered him.
“Gunhak!” You called him immediately, and oh, how sweet it sounded rolling off your lips. He was kind of hypnotised, just staring at you with a smile plastered on his face while you were listing off all the things you had done as children from the picnics in the attic to the time he had secretly taken a box of chocolate from his family’s kitchen, your enthusiasm making him believe that you remembered him just as well as you did so.
However, when you brought up the Angel of Music, and how your father had said that it would visit you when he would be gone, he was brought back to reality, to the here and now, to the fact that you reunited again, so he couldn’t miss his chance this time.
“You really do sound like angels,” he confessed, triggering a pink hue on your cheeks, but gosh, wasn’t it the most beautiful sight? He didn’t know you could have this effect on him even more than a decade later, but it’s probably because you had never even left his mind ever since. “Should we go out for dinner tonight?” he asked tentatively, knowing all too well that you might have needed some time to recharge after the show.
You smiled though, letting him know that you would be ready in a few minutes, and he reassured you that he would wait patiently, and wait for you in his carriage when you were done.
Little did he know, you would go missing that night, visited by the Angel of Music; the one he thought was just a metaphor for your father staying with you in his afterlife, not the actual opera ghost coming to take you to his underground lair.
Gunhak didn’t think too much into your words of being visited by the Angel of Music until the time the opera ghost demanded you to be the lead actress in the next play, and that came after you had gone missing. He was convinced then that the Angel of Music had to do something with the ghost, and Gunhak kept you close for that reason, wanting to protect you from all the bad just like he wished he could have done so all those years ago.
How could he have not done so? You were so precious to him, and finally, the old childhood memories were replaced by present memories, constantly being created in tranquil walks in the nearby park, heartfelt conversations in your dressing room, sunset watching by the river and listening to you sing whenever you felt like it. He loved the passion in your eyes whenever you were singing, he loved that he felt like your hearts connected and he could see a new side of you each and every time. He didn’t even miss a single play of yours afterwards.
However, as the opera ghost became more and more demanding and violent, Gunhak felt the need to protect you more and more, offering a place in his accommodation instead of letting you stay in the dormitory, too close to the ghost for his liking. He wanted to keep you safe and sound because he loved you, and when you confirmed that you did too, he didn’t need much thinking when he asked for your hand.
He might have been afraid you would think that it would be so fast, so out of the blue, but the days and nights you spent together were proof that you loved him just as much, and time seemed to go at a different pace when you were around him. So he plucked up his courage, and asked the question, hands slightly trembling but still very much sincere, and when you said yes and hugged him, he felt like he could take on the world.
Little did he know, the opera ghost had a saying in this, too.
When the masquerade ball took place where he would have liked to announce your engagement, and the lights went out, the atmosphere completely shifted. Confused, people looked at each other until a man in a burgundy coat showed up at the top of the stairs. Gunhak squinted his eyes to see better who it was, but when he noticed the white mask covering half of his face, his blood ran cold.
“It is true then…” He breathed out, watching acknowledgement flash across your face. It was him, the opera ghost, coming to ruin the masquerade ball. It was him, the Angel of Music, or the one you thought to be the one, the one whose control under you shattered. “I’ll call for help,” he whispered to you immediately, running away to look for security guards nearby or anyone who wasn’t too shocked by the revelation and the appearance of the ghost to actually help out.
His heart was in his throat as he was looking around, glancing at the grande scene in the ballroom to follow the events from time to time. He gave up when he saw that the ghost was walking straight to you with his sword in his hands. Even though you always pleaded that the Angel of Music would never hurt you, he wasn’t so sure about that. Not after the ghost had strangled a person in broad daylight, in the middle of an opera play.
Gunhak fled to the scene, ready to disarm the ghost when the phantom grabbed the engagement ring on your necklace and ripped it off. It happened so quickly, he couldn’t even take a step forward before the ghost had already evaporated, leaving only a single red rose behind to prove that he had ever been there.
Gunhak stepped over the red rose, scurrying to your side, gently touching your shoulders to shake you out of the trans you were in.
“Are you okay?” He asked, making sure that you hadn’t been harmed while he had been looking around for help. You nodded, albeit a bit uncertain, and he covered you in his coat immediately, taking you outside, taking you away from the ball and all the remains of the Angel of Voice.
Little did he know, you already had multiple of those red roses in your dressing room that had been delivered by the opera ghost himself because he had never stopped coming by, he had never stopped hoping that you would might love him back, and he had been all too jealous that you had been engaged to Gunhak. You had a feeling that he wouldn’t stop until you gave him what he wanted, but how could you have told your fiancé?
So you just smiled, thanking him for his attentiveness, and kept the words to yourself.
Gunhak saw the torment you were in, and it broke his heart. The way you spoke so gently about the Angel of Music, the way you adored and idolised him with so much awe, the way you clinged onto the hope that he was really the one your father had sent you after his death… He wished he could have understood it, but all he saw was the man who had vandalised the opera house, who had killed a staff member in cold blood and who had manipulated you, taking you into his lair time and time again, asking you to love him and be his, even making wedding dresses for you and dolls that looked like you. How could he have just stayed still after everything? He wanted to protect you. No, he needed to protect you.
So he had a plan. After you had begged him not to take the phantom’s life when he had engaged in a duel with Gunhak, he knew that killing the opera ghost was out of the question. Hence, capturing him and locking him up to keep him away from you and others he might be able to hurt would be the best. He had connections, so gathering policemen wasn't that difficult, but guessing when the ghost would show up again was more difficult. At least until the phantom made a request to have one of the plays he had written performed with you as the lead singer no less.
Gunhak had this deep, eerie feeling that the phantom would arrive, but he tried not to show it when you were so delighted that you could be the lead singer, and you had practised so hard for the night of the play.
He was cheering you on while you were practising hard for the night of the performance, yet he couldn't help but be wary of the upcoming day. He wasn't sure if the opera ghost would show, and if he did, what would he do? It seemed that man was capable of anything wicked until he got what he wanted. In this case, it seemed that he wanted you to be the star of the opera house - which wasn't the problem itself - and to be his for the rest of your life while letting you be deluded into thinking that he was the Angel of Music - which was the problem.
Gunhak tried to be patient and understanding because he saw how the phantom had kept you safe so far, but at the same time, so much chaos erupted since the phantom had showed up and became notorious for ruining the lives of the staff and the relationship you two had. Gunhak could have understood if the phantom had loved you and cherished you from afar, but to want to make you his despite being someone else's fiancée already? That was beyond him.
Nevertheless, the young man tried his very best to be as supportive to the very end as possible because that's what the man who loved you would do instead of tormenting you. Hence, with a bouquet of flowers, he showed up at your dressing room before the big show, and tried to cheer you on.
“You will do great! I’m sure of it,” he reassured you after asking about how you were feeling, reciprocating your excited smile albeit a bit forced. How could you smile so bright and unaffected when the opera ghost had been more and more violent lately? Did you think that he would be so lenient with you this time as well? He wasn't so sure, that's why he was so worked up, but he trusted you. He wanted to trust you.
Nevertheless, Gunhak tried his best not to show how his nerves were acting up. Instead, he embraced you tight and didn’t let you go until you chuckled.
“I think you can let go of me now, Gunhak,” you mentioned lightly, but his heart was anything but light. He let you go either way, letting his arms fall back to his sides, suddenly feeling empty
and soulless. If anything happened to you that night, he would never be able to forgive himself.
Never…
"Good luck, little y/n!" He called you by your childhood nickname to ease his nerves and to create a somewhat lighter atmosphere, and it seemed to work for you laughed and blushed, shushing him away before he could ruin your make-up even more with the way he oh so smoothly talked to you (and how well he masked his anxiety!).
However, the show must go on as they said, and the performance had to be displayed despite the obvious tension in the air. Gunhak had policemen stationed around the opera house, and there were a few more guards inside to oversee the performance and whatever disruption might actually happen. He and the managers worked hard to ensure everyone's safety, but what no one could have expected was for the opera ghost to sing a duet with you in place of the lead tenor sometime around the middle of the performance. Gunhak rose from his seat indignantly the moment the masked man showed up and immediately stood close to you as if he just wanted to grab this chance to be with you.
You appeared so unaffected and so honoured, Gunhak had no idea whether it was your acting that was excellent or whether you actually didn't mind singing a duet with someone like the phantom of the opera. He was truly speechless, and while the men waited for him to give a signal, he didn't actually know what to do because if the phantom only wanted a duet, then what was he supposed to do? On the other hand, what if he actually became violent while being interrupted? He couldn't risk your safety, not when the phantom was so close to you.
So he signalled the men to stay alert without actually interfering, and waited for the end of the performance. He had to be honest that you and the phantom did a good job, it was an excellent performance, but he was so jittery throughout the whole song that he couldn't quite enjoy it. It was beautiful yet also quite grotesque.
When the duet came to an end, Gunhak was even more on alert than before, but before he could realise what was going on, it was already too late.
You unmasked the phantom, and taking the guests' surprise to his advantage, the phantom then grabbed you and abducted you through the hole in the floor. Before he did that though, he cut a string of the grand chandelier's chains to make sure that no one followed him.
No one really could because the chandelier fell from the ceiling right onto the guests, and then somewhere along the way, even fire broke out. Gunhak knew that the best way he could keep you safe was by following the phantom even if it meant risking his life. What would his life be without you though? Also, how could he let you live with the phantom or even be abducted by him just like that? He couldn't do it, he just couldn't sit still.
"Hurry, help evacuate the people!" Gunhak exclaimed as guards rushed by. It was truly horrifying what a sight the phantom left behind, what pain and destruction, but if he didn't go after you, the phantom might do the same to you.
So while the guards helped evacuate the people, the young man and a few policemen set out to hunt the phantom down; they formed smaller groups until eventually Gunhak was left alone, trying to find the phantom and you... Of course, you!
"Damn it!" He punched into the wall furiously, truly hopeless as to where you could have gone. The fire had already spread, so it was bad enough, and people were screaming and bawling - both guests and performers crying over what could be lost if it couldn't be contained -, so he was feeling indigenous already. All kinds of scenarios ran through his head as to how it could end, but he tried to stay hopeful even if it seemed almost impossible at that moment.
He attempted to map out the layout of the opera house, raring his brain to guess what could be under the main stage and how he could get there. He was honestly clueless, but he couldn't stop despite police men leaving him already to help evacuate others.
That's when a strict female voice called, startling Gunhak. The young man immediately turned, facing your ballet instructor and once saviour.
"He has a lair in the catacombs. It's not impossible to get there, but it's dangerous," Miss Park warned him, and there was so much he wanted to ask, he didn't even know where to start. Instead of wasting time and asking how she knew about it and how she had found Gunhak, he got straight to the point. Staying cool-headed until the very end would only do him good.
"Where should I go?"
"This way," she motioned to the dark corner on the left. "You will find the canal down there, but keep on swimming, and you will get to his chamber," she said so nonchalantly that he wondered how she kept so calm and in control when Gunhak himself felt that the world had turned upside down. His world definitely did so.
"Thank you!" He exclaimed in a hurry, already making his way down the way Miss Park had told him. The woman watched him leave with a bittersweet smile, reminiscing of the time he had met the phantom when he had been a mere child, displayed in a circus for the way he had looked. His keeper had called him the devil's child, but Miss Park had seen the fear and the longing for love in his eyes. Too bad people only saw him as the terrifying phantom, not the once beaten and loveless child.
While Miss Park was making her way upstairs, Gunhak was doing the opposite. He thrust himself into the canal's water, swimming as quickly as he could, the hope of rescuing you numbing the ache in his muscles. He swam and swam, and it seemed like an endless route, and he almost felt like he should give up, the opera house was in an uproar and on fire after all... But then, he saw your face and heard your voice, the memories of your time spent together as clear in his head as never before, and moved forward.
Eventually, he reached some old bars and saw you on the other side. It seemed like a lair really, rocks used as chairs, mirrors, masks and silks covering every surface. There was a boat by the rocks, the one which the phantom had probably used to travel down the canal, and there you were, sitting on one of the rocks with the phantom singing to you, and if that wasn't enough, you were in a vividly white dress with a long gown. Was it a wedding dress?
"Y/n!" Gunhak called desperately, but instead of you calling out his name, it was the phantom who spoke up.
"Dare you come closer, you will regret it!" His harsh voice reverberated from the walls, making Gunhak shiver in fear. You, on the other hand, seemed bitter, almost resigned. What could he have missed?
"Please... What do you want from her? I can give you anything, just not y/n!" Gunhak pleaded, trying to appear more composed than he actually was. The phantom snickered, and it sounded like a wicked threat as his voice bounced off the walls.
"I only need her, and now that you're here, I can make my suggestion. If you want to live," he began as he pointed his fingers at Gunhak. "She has to marry me."
Gunhak's blood ran cold. He couldn't believe his ears. She would need to give up her freedom for his safety? No. Never. He couldn't allow that. You were his whole world, he couldn't let it happen. He would rather die than to see you suffer or to be chained to a monster like him for the rest of your life.
"No! Y/n, please, don't do it! I would rather die," the young man pleaded, but then you called him by his name again and again, and he lost it. He began swimming towards you, trying to make his way around the bars, but it was difficult to get through. However, Gunhak was determined, and he couldn't be stopped.
"No, Gunhak, please, it's not worth it!" You asked of him, practically begging, but it only amused the phantom further.
Not having any fear for his life, only yours, Gunhak kept going and going, almost reaching the shore of the rocks when you quickly closed the distance between you and the phantom and kissed him. Gunhak froze, unable to comprehend what had just happened, why had it happened. Did you make your choice of wedding the phantom? But how could you do that?
"Y/n..." He whispered, bewildered, but he wasn't the only one who was flabbergasted. The phantom himself was also taken aback, wide eyed and almost touched - if he could do such a thing -, blinking at you in surprise.
"I've only feared your malicious acts, not your appearance. Especially not your voice," you started, voice barely above the whisper. Even though Gunhak feared where this was going, he stayed quiet for you seemed so determined. "But please... Understand that I can't love you like that, I can't be yours the way you want me to."
You were so understanding even to the very end, your kind heart shining through the darkness in the lair, your voice carrying a certain amount of hope. You looked the phantom straight into the eyes, lips curled up gently, and Gunhak's heart broke seeing you in such a state. You were practically pleading to a man who had endangered you and many others so many times before as if you had done anything wrong.
The phantom didn't say anything for the next few moments. In fact, it seemed that he was even more angered by your words than before, so when he exclaimed, Gunhak wasn't sure he had heard it right.
"Go!" The phantom bellowed, yet seeing the way you and Gunhak both remained frozen, he raised his voice. "Go! Get away from me!"
After that, you didn't need to be told twice, neither did Gunhak. He reached the rocks, grabbing your arms and took you away with him, not looking back for a second. You, on the other hand, glanced back from time to time, watching as the phantom turned away, covering his face with his arms.
Maybe the phantom did have a heart after all, he just wasn't good at showing it.
Gunhak didn’t know what exactly changed the phantom’s mind that night. Maybe it was the fact that you were ever so willing to kiss him if it meant that you could save Gunhak, or maybe he realised that if he were to hurt your husband, you wouldn’t look at him the same way ever again.
Whatever the case might be, you two could finally move on. From the horror stories, the grasp of the opera ghost and all the consequences his obsession came with. Even though Gunhak had always been careful and cautious and it didn’t waver after the incident in the underground lair, peace finally seemed to fall over the opera house, the city and you two as well.
You and Gunhak continued to have a long and beautiful marriage filled with many wonderful moments, moments that felt like magic, like eternity and tasted like happiness. The man often wondered if he had left his heart with you when you had been young because he could be himself only when he was beside you, but then, he was the happiest man on Earth. He wanted to reciprocate that too, making you feel like the happiest and luckiest woman on Earth, let it be with his protective actions, thoughtful behaviour or words that felt even more special coming from him because you knew that he wasn’t the man of words most of the time.
He was sometimes a bit too overprotective, but after what you had been through, you could understand him. He also worked out a lot to be able to protect you physically as well, and so that he wouldn’t need to rely on anyone else, and while managing the opera house’s affairs, he could keep an eye on you, so it put his mind at ease. You never failed to amaze him with your passion and dedication for music, and he never failed to amaze you with how quickly he picked up on your feelings, even if you tried your best to hide what you were feeling. You complemented each other well, no wonder it was a harmonious, loving relationship, one where arguments were scarce yet very much needed to deepen empathy and strengthen your relationship.
You had an admirable career as well, and after you retired from playing yourself, you started teaching the juniors who came to the opera house. You gave vocal and dance lessons, and you enjoyed it thoroughly - your smile after every single day triggered a gentle one on Gunhak’s lips, too. He continued working in business, but he couldn’t deny that his favourite client was the opera house you worked at, the place where he had met you again.
Eventually, however, your bright light faded out, and Gunhak was devastated by your loss despite knowing that you lived a long and fulfilling life, one that you wouldn’t have exchanged for anything else. In the loving arms of your long-time husband, you were smiling when you closed your eyes for the last time, and that was the sight that was buried into his mind despite it being some time already.
He never failed to visit you time and time again though, standing on his cane beside your grave and telling you about how life was without you, what happened in the city, and what the weather was like. Things that an old man would find extraordinary about his rather ordinary days.
That day was no different, at least, not until he noticed a freshly laid rose on your grave with a ring attached to it.
“It can’t be…” He mumbled to himself, his voice coming out raspy as he was leaning towards the grave. It was a burgundy rose, one that could have been given by anyone, but Gunhak knew exactly who it was from, especially because of the ring attached to it.
He looked around, eyes searching for a distinctive figure somewhere around, but he was welcomed by the hostile breeze only and a few rustling leaves that were carried by the early autumn wind. The phantom was nowhere to be found, but the rose indicated that he was still alive and loving you.
Right then and right there, he didn’t even mind because the phantom let you love each other without interfering for decades after that fateful night, so letting him love you in the afterlife seemed like what he deserved. He knew that you would have wanted him to feel this way too, without hatred towards the creature under the opera house, so he did just that, walking away from your grave with a lighter heart.
A/N: Thank you for reading my story! If you’re interested in other fics of mine in the future, consider signing up for my taglist here. ❤️
A few words about the story. This story isn’t 100% like the 2004 movie. The movie has quite a few plot holes that I’ve tried to fill here, plus this is told mostly from Gunhak’s (aka Raoul’s) POV whereas the movie is mainly based on Christine’s storytelling. Also, when I had the idea for this (because of ONEUS’ Road To Kingdom intro stage), I initially wanted to write this as phantom!Gunhak, but as I rewatched the movie, I realised that I would feel uncomfortable writing it like that; by implying that Leedo is in any way grotesque. On top of that, I felt like the protective character of Raoul’s fit him more.
Again, this isn’t the movie, and I had a bit of a hard time trying to write this based on a musical where dialogues are scarce, so the dialogues in here aren’t actually the ones from the movie. I’ve also changed some plot lines, but I’ve tried to do justice to the original story in some way nevertheless.
Either way, I hope you’ve enjoyed it! (Kathy, I don’t know if you were team Raoul or team Erik, I just knew that you like the movie, so I hope you enjoy my little gift!) 💖
you're in every lyric that i write (ravn/ kim youngjo)
pairing: songwriter!ravn x songwriter!reader
genre: angst (slight fluff i guess)
synopsis: memories bring back when you and your highschool crush met again after a very long time but your reunion doesn't make you feel those same thing that you felt before, especially now that he's in every lyric that you wrote. unbeknownst to you, you're in every lyric that he writes as well but it's now too late for it.
word count: 3.9k words
grammatical errors and mistakes ahead
"yes.. i'll see you there.. thank you for giving me this opportunity to work on your song.. yes.. bye." your call with the artist that you agreed to have a collaboration with ended, telling you to meet at a certain date and place for a meeting along with another songwriter that he invited as well. you then went to list this down into your schedule before you continue to prepare for your lunch.
this is already a part of your career as a songwriter, an artist (or their management) contacts you, asking for you to write songs and once agreed by both parties, a collaboration exists. you already wrote a lot of songs for different artists and aside from writing for them, you write for yourself as well— performing them under the name of c.lover which is the screen name that you use as a songwriter then uploading them to various music platforms. you started writing songs ever since you were in highschool. most of their lyrics are about your feelings that you have for your crush at that time and there are some of them that is about how hard and boring school life is but still you have to get through it. at an early age of being invested in songwriting, you started to showcase your ability until you gained the career that you want at an early age as well. you've never expected to collaborate with big artists and heck even a collaboration with an artist is something that you don't even expect of. speaking of collaboration, the artist that you're going to meet next week is a big artist as well and even though you already collaborated with a lot of big artists, you're still anxious plus the fact that you're working with another songwriter.
the day of the meeting came. you arrived a bit early at the venue of the meeting which is at one of the meeting rooms of the entertainment company the artist is in. the artist and his manager welcomed you and gestured you to settle down when you arrived, telling you that the meeting will start a little later since the other songwriter that you're going to be working with texted that he'll be a little late because his car stopped on his way here and is now at an auto repair shop. while waiting for the other person in this project, you and the artist shared some stories with each other- talking about how both your career started, how and when you two discovered the talent that you have and such.
"so what was the first song you wrote about?" the artist came to ask. you don't usually tend to overshare your stories to anyone but since this is a part of your job and serves as a means of conversation with your client, you shared the story behind the first song you wrote- telling the artist that it's basically about your highschool crush. in the midst of your storytelling about it, the door of the meeting room cracked open which is then followed by a figure stepping inside- a figure that is rather familiar to you.
"hello i'm sorry i just arrived. i just took a bus on my way here since my car's under repair." speaking of the devil, it's your highschool crush, the one who just stepped inside.
"it's totally fine ravn good thing you told me beforehand. ah- by the way this is c.lover and the two of you are going to work with me on this project." the artist said, introducing you to him as if you and this guy who just got in haven't met yet. you immediately get it that he's the other songwriter that you're working with. ravn is not a terrible choice of a name, you thought. you were about to reach out a hand for a handshake not until he says your real name, a hint of surprise stitched at his voice.
"you guys already know each other?" the artist asked, looking at each of you and was surprised as well.
"y-yeah we do. actually-" and before youngjo- or ravn- speak any further, you butted in.
"we were best buds in highschool- well technically every history class since we're seatmates who don't even bother listening to the class- but yeah we're friends. right youngjo?" that was actually true by the way except for the part that you guys are still friends since you completely forgot the relationship that you both used to have.
"yeah you're right y/n. we were. great seeing you after such a long time." he said, flashing a smile. that damned smile.
"same goes for me."
"oh wow so this must be your little reunion then?" you almost forgot about the artist's existence for a brief moment. "what a small world! never would've thought that ravn here is a friend of yours!" no mister, he's NOT just a friend. he's the highschool crush that you two have been talking about minutes ago.
then the meeting started and it actually went smoothly. you talked about what the artist wanted the song would be, what's its lyrics, the message it conveys and such, things regarding the timeframe when the project will start and will end and how long would it last, and etc. once the meeting ended, the artist and his manager left instantly, saying that he has some urgent matters which makes you and youngjo left in the meeting room.
as soon as the presence of you two are left in the room, a hint of awkwardness seeps in the atmosphere of the room. you, who wants to escape from it and wanna go home immediately (and probably scream a ton in your home upon seeing that goddamned face of the guy you once liked), bid your goodbye to him.
"it's-uh.. it's great seeing you again youngjo- after erm a long time." you cleared your throat mid-sentence
"it's great seeing you too y/n." he said with a smile curving on his lips. CAN HE PLEASE STOP FLASHING THAT GODDAMN SMILE OF HIS??!
"yeah.. i gotta go home now youngjo. s-see you around? i guess?"
"uhm-actually my car is still in the repair shop so.." he sucks a breath. "mind if you give me a drive? let's take this as a mini hangout after the reunion that we had today."
"sure no problem like- who am i to say no?" a person who used to have damn feelings for him and is writing songs about him genius.
and with that, both of you left the building then head to where your car is parked before you start to drive off. throughout the ride, and with him by the shotgun, you guys started to talk about how your lives have been. how the two of you started at the career of being a songwriter, how you came up with your screen names, and such.
"ravn huh? not a terrible choice of a name you got there." your eyes are glued on the road as you steer the wheel.
"i actually came up with it because of my favorite character in x-men."
"mystique? no way!" you gasped lightly.
"yeah i just removed the letter e to make it seem cool." he said with a chuckle. "how about you? how did you come up with that name?"
"you know the four leaf clover, right? my name's pronounced just like that. it's not 'see-lover' but it's just simply pronounced as 'clover'. just added a dot between c and l for it to seem cool as well. and also i like clover among all the cards in the deck so-" you laughed lightly which he did as well.
it went silent for a brief moment not until he starts to speak again.
"do you still remember that time when we were love chained during our last years in highschool?” ah yes. when both of you were love chained one time during your last year in highschool. love chain is one of the shenanigans that the school’s student council pulls off annually during valentine’s day. students fill up the form with their names and whom they want to be love chained with, or they simply put a random student’s name just for fun and that’s actually how you and youngjo ended up love chained during that time.
a student knocks on the door of your classroom then calls out both of your names and the next thing you knew is both of your wrists were tied together with a cable tie (instead of chains or handcuffs) by that student which turns out to be one of the officers of the student council. the whole class cheered and teased as you sat next to each other and the rest is history.
you remember it well. in fact, you even made a song that its title is none other than love chained and it is about none other than youngjo and your feelings with him, the typical subject.
“yeah i do remember that.” you smiled faintly. “still got no idea who listed our names there.” both of you laughed it off before the atmosphere in the car turns awkward for the rest of the ride to his house.
everything you told earlier about you and youngjo when he arrived before the meeting starts are all true. you two used to be friends and seatmates in your history class back in highschool. one thing that you didn’t say earlier about him is that he was your highschool crush. you actually confessed to him before and youngjo, a good friend he is, understands your feelings and also your intention to not make things awkward between you two so he maintained your friendship until the rest of your years in highschool.
were you glad upon seeing him again? yes. but you can't help it but to feel awkward especially for the fact that he’s the main subject of some of your songs that you wrote. unbeknownst to you, youngjo felt the same. he wants to tell you something that he probably must’ve said years ago before you took your own paths.
“there- just park it right there..” youngjo points at a vacant area where to park your car to drop him off. he unbuckled the seatbelt after a sigh then bids his goodbye to you.
“it is so great upon seeing you again y/n.. it’s been ages.” he said with a faint smile.
“me too.. see you at work then?”
“yeah see you!” you hummed as he opened the car door, stepping out from it then closed it. he was hesitating over something at first but he then just waved goodbye to you which you reciprocated before you steered the wheel as you drive away from his place.
you arrived home safely, slumping on your bed immediately as you stepped into your room.
you’re definitely going to write about that. definitely going to write a song about that. so you rise up from your bed and head to your desk, dragging your little notebook where you keep your drafts of song lyrics onto your desk and open it to a blank page before you start scribbling your pen against it while writing phrases such as “it’s been a while..”, “how are you..?”, or “you still have that same look when you give me that damned smile”.
your mind’s running wild during that night. in fact, you finished writing that entire song about him again since your brain became productive just because of your little reunion with him.
a week or two later, you two met again but for work purposes. it was the start of the project. you and youngjo shared the lyrics that each of you wrote to the artist to which he really liked and gave you compliments. after that, the two of you merged the lyrics that you wrote with the help of the artist himself. since both of the lyrics that you wrote share the same idea, there are only a few lines diminished and removed from the original lyrics. days later you met with them again but this time, to bring the lyrics into life. deciding on how the song goes, its tune, melody, and beat to which followed by production. the process lasted for months or so including the recording.
the whole process in creating the track finally ended in accordance to the time table. the song fades as it ended, anything but silence then comes out from the speakers of the studio. you and youngjo seated on the couch while the artist was on the swivel chair with his manager next to him. a brief silence echoes the room as you both wait for the artist's reaction about how was the outcome of the song.
"i.. this is amazing- i didn't regret upon picking you two for this song." he said which had you and youngjo cheered silently and at the same time letting a sigh of relief. you both thanked the artist who also thanked you two as well. after calling everything a day, the artist offered to have a dinner along with the two of you which you both didn't reject.
after a plate of your puttanesca and a glass of grape juice, you bid your goodbyes to each other to which youngjo did as well. as per usual thing that you and youngjo do ever since this project started, you both decided to go home together. however, instead of parting ways once you drive him to his home, he decided to invite you over to his apartment which is surprisingly wider than it seems to be.
he gave you a tour around his place until you both reached his studio. blue to pink gradient lights dimmed the room due to the LED lights he installed. your eyes scan through his collection of vinyl displayed in the room, a few are familiar to you especially those chet baker ones. his studio feels cozy like you could just sleep in it.
aside from showing him his collection of vinyls and albums, he also showed to you some song drafts he made in his computer and also some of his already released songs. as you nod your head while listening to the third song that he's playing, your eyes land on a notebook on top of a stack of papers. curious to what that is, you ask him while your hand reaches out to grab it.
"ah that's where i write my lyrics" he answered. he explained that some are from the songs he played earlier as you scan through the pages. while reading through the lyrics he wrote, you can't help but to think that he was pertaining these lyrics to a certain person which isn't you.
"oh- that one, i haven't worked on this yet." he said as soon as he saw that you turn to the page where he wrote the lyrics that he haven't start to work it into a song.
"ooh~ i'll go read this and give you my feedback." he nods as he lets you do so, watching how your brows are furrowed as you read it. you on the other hand have your expressions changed as you read further, having really familiar details seen from his lyrics.
"..days when i was dumb to know what i felt each time we're next to each other.." hmm okay, you two used to sit next to each other during history class. but he might be referring to a different person.
"..straps of both our bags are tied just for fun, didn't realize that my heartstrings does as well.." and you both did tie the straps of your school bags before just for fun.
".. didn't know that i got love chained as well.." love chain.. that goddamn love chain.
"o-oh.. this would be intriguing- like the people would be curious if whom you're referring to in this song."
"how about you? do you have a slight idea if who i am pertaining to?" he chuckled.
"is it about me?" you finished your question with an almost awkward laugh to somewhat turn it as a joke.
"you're so clever c.lover. what if i tell you that you're right?"
"there is no way." you chuckled. "like duh~ you told me before that you can't promise a return." youngjo shook his head lightly while approaching you who were seated on his swivel chair, bracing his hands to its armrest as he lowered himself to your eye level.
"y/n.. it's all about you all this time." you roll your eyes while you divert your gaze from him as you thought that this is some kind of prank he was just pulling off.
you scoffed. "oh come on youngjo- you've got to be kidding me right now." he brings both of his hands to cup your face and make you look at him.
"y/n listen- you're in every lyric that i write. i thought this would be the best way to tell you that i came to a realization that i have these feelings for you as well." you gulp. still don't know how to process this because as far as you could remember, you were the one who had feelings for him in the first place and you do believe that whoever has feelings first, they are the ones who are losing.
you let out a chuckle, voice starting to get shaky as you try to speak. "so you just realized that you liked me too? youngjo, you just can't- not when i was the one who confessed to you first!"
"y/n i'm so sorry! i blame myself for being dumb to not realize that i was falling for you as well. i wish i could've just told you sooner."
"but youngjo, i waited. i waited for almost five years and spent it pining over you, wishing and praying that you'll fall for me as well." you don't know what to feel. you want to be mad at him and at the same time shed into tears and both are because of him confessing this late while you thought about those years wishing for him to reciprocate your feelings.
youngjo stutters before he speaks. "but we could give it a try right? am i still there y/n?"
you shook your head repeatedly. "youngjo, i already did my waiting and i became sick of it. now move. i still have to go home.." you said without batting an eye at him.
he now crouches down, bringing both of his hands to your shoulders and all he said is all sorts of sorry. "y/n i really am sorry. i truly blame myself for finding it out too late."
"you know what? you're right. you were really dumb to realize it.. that you didn't might even thought that what if you told me this late when i already ended everything about what i felt about you. you haven't thought about it right?" he remained silent, finding himself guilty since he never really spared a thought on what if you already stopped your feelings for him and he became complacent that you two would finally have mutual feelings.
his hands drop down to yours, holding them and rubbing his thumbs over your knuckles as he looks up at you while you never spared a glance at him. silence lingers across the room for a moment not until some sniffling could be heard. you were sobbing quietly and youngjo hesitantly reached a hand to wipe off your tears but you swat his hand away before you stood up and grabbed your bag.
"i'm leaving." that was your last words before you left him, his studio and his residence. youngjo remained in his spot and kneels with his head down, breath shaking and after a while a tear drops down to the material of his jeans.
he truly blames himself for everything- for him realizing what he feels but it's already late, for making you cry before you walked out, and most importantly, for making you wait for nothing.
he stood up to his feet and occupied the chair that you sat earlier before staring up at the ceiling while he just let his tears run and dry up on his cheeks, contemplating everything. he wished he could go back to the time where you confessed to him or maybe days or weeks after you did. maybe everything would go well if he just told you much earlier before you fell out from him.
you on the other hand stared at the ceiling of your room as well while you lay flat on your bed, tears are already dried on your cheeks. this scenario isn't new to you because you tend to cry over him through the years that you spent pining over him. speaking of years, you begun to think that maybe you didn't wait much longer, that those five years of waiting for him aren't enough. a part of you thought that you're at fault as well, for giving him hope that you two might end up together because of your confession to him years ago and for not waiting much longer.
after a month or so, the artist that you two collaborated with released a new album in which the song that you and youngjo worked on is included and in those months, you and youngjo never talked a single bit. no calls, no messages or whatever. back to the collaboration and the song, you were proud that your name was on the credits especially when the song went up in various charts. that's another achievement that you have. the artist actually sent a text message to you which says "the song goes off the roof! that was a great job c.lover! you guys rock! can't wait to work with you again next time :D" and you found it cute.
the artist wasn't really kidding when he said he wanted to work with you again. what you didn't even spare a thought with is what he actually meant is to work with you and youngjo again. so you found yourself in that same meeting room with him and the artist after a period of almost half a year. the artist thanked the both of you from the previous project before he went to discuss about his upcoming album. he said that he wants this song to have a certain subject so that it would go well according to the season in which he's going to release the album.
"so.." he clasped his hands together. "for the song, i want it to be a bit angsty so that.. you know- it would fit well in autumn. i was thinking that the song would be about.." he tapped his chin with a finger as he gathered the right words. "about something that you regret." you gently nod, a silent 'ah' left your lips.
this would be easy for both you and youngjo. if the song is going to be about something that a person regrets, it would be about being dumb to realize and not telling you what he felt sooner for youngjo while in your case, it would be about not waiting for him longer enough. and for once again, you two are in every lyric that you both write.
synopsis: the golden retriever hybrid you wanted to adopt was adopted before you could adopt him, a few weeks later you find he was returned, but you can’t figure out why.
characters: golden retriever hybrid!Dongmyeong x reader, golden retriever hybrid!Dongju
genre: angst, fluff, hybrid au
warnings: abandonment, dog bites, idk if there’s anything else?? please let me know if there is.
song rec: sunshine by stray kids, lion heart by oneus
notes: Nat? editing? idk her lol. this one was surprisingly hard for me to write, rip i’m so sorry Dongmyeong:’)
adopting a hybrid had been a goal of yours for awhile, you had saved up a bunch of money and gotten everything you thought you would need for the hybrid you had been working with for awhile. Son Dongmyeong was a golden retriever hybrid; sweet, energetic, full of life and the cutest hybrid you had ever seen. you had promised Dongmyeong that you would adopt him today, but when you got to the shelter you found Dongmyeong had already been adopted.
“we’re really sorry y/n, a new staff member had him adopted before we could stop them. they didn’t know that you were going to adopt him.” Helen, your favourite staff member at the shelter, whispered. she looked down at her hands, “there’s nothing we can do about it, i know how much you loved him.” she sighed, you shook your head “it’s not your fault, don’t worry. i’m sure i’ll find another hybrid someday.” a few tears spilled onto your cheeks. none would be as perfect for you as Dongmyeong.
at home you found yourself tucking away everything you had bought for your hybrid with teary eyes, today was just not your day. you spent the next couple of days in a low mood, you would visit Dongmyeong often at the shelter and he never failed to make you happy but now he was just out of your reach.
a couple of weeks after your disappointment you visited the shelter again. much to your surprise Dongmyeong had been returned, and sat sadly in a corner. he looked dejected and stared at the floor, not looking anyone in the eye. normally he would have been smiling and laughing with the other hybrids. he was especially good with the little ones, today his normal sunshine was dampened by rain.
you walked over to Helen first, “why was Dongmyeong returned? he was always so sweet with me.” you asked quietly, Helen shrugged. “they said he bit their daughter and that they didn’t think he was a good fit for their family.” she replied. confusion was written all over your face, Helen sighed “if you still want to adopt him, go ahead. he was always a sweetheart especially to you so i’m sure he’ll be fine.” her tone was exhausted and heavy.
you approached Dongmyeong in the corner, “hey Myeongie, how’s my favourite boy?” you asked him. he looked up, shocked to see you but also the happiest you had seen him since you got here. “y/n! i thought you would have found another hybrid by now.” Dongmyeong pouted. “how could i have found another hybrid when you were the hybrid i was going to adopt?” your question hangs in the air. Dongmyeong looks down and shrugs. “now let’s see about those adoption papers.” you smiled at him, he looked surprised. “you still want me? even though i was returned?” he asked, shocked. “of course Myeong, that is if you still want me to adopt you?” you questioned, half jokingly half a little scared he’ll say no. Dongmyeong looked at you with the biggest smile, and nodded enthusiastically. “yes! yes i do!”
after adopting him you found that Dongmyeong was just as sweet as he was in the shelter. you couldn’t for the life of you figure out why he would have bitten a little girl and been returned. that is until you came home one day and the golden retriever sitting on your couch was not Dongmyeong. he was a little bit bigger than Dongmyeong but much thinner. when you approached him, he growled at you. “hello there,” you kept your voice low, “what’s your name?” the hybrid looked at you confused. his form changed and immediately you saw the resemblance, he looked like Dongmyeong. they weren’t exactly the same, but they were definitely related. “you knew i wasn’t Dongmyeong? how did you know? no one ever can tell when we switch places.” he seemed very distressed. you smiled, “you don’t look exactly like him, you don’t act like him either. i’m guessing you’re fraternal twins, right?” he nodded slowly.
“i’m usually the one taking care of Dongmyeong, he’s too trusting sometimes and gets himself into bad situations. even if he’s older he can act like he’s the younger one,” Dongju (as you had learned his name was) sighed, “we were in the shelter together once. they adopted us separately, we ran away from those homes and decided that if no one could tell the difference between us we would ditch places in one home. Dongmyeong always volunteered to be in the shelter, sometimes he would sneak food to me outside if he could. the last home he was in, when we switched places the little girl kept yanking on my ears and so i bit her. i didn’t mean to! i’ve just been on the street so long that i’m used to retaliating!” Dongju whimpered quietly, you sighed patting his head lightly. “it’s okay Dongju, i’ll take care of you now. both of you.” you said gently, his head perked up and he smiled. “really?? you mean it??” you nodded at him, “that is, if you can call Myeongie back.” you raised an eyebrow at Dongju.
it was apparently very simple to bring Dongmyeong back, he was hidden just outside your home, waiting for his brother to come get him. you followed Dongju to Dongmyeong’s hiding spot, and a ver surprised looking Dongmyeong in his dog form crawled out. with your hands on your hips you gave him a look that said ‘did you really think you could hide this from me?’ Dongmyeong barked apologetically. you smiled at the two of them, they looked so happy together. “alright boys, let’s go inside and get something to eat,” Dongju’s ears perked up, “we can sort out Dongju’s adoption papers tomorrow.” they barked excitedly and ran inside. how did you end up such a sucker for two hybrids? you’ll never know.
So this was an idea I got as I watched the mv for Oneus’ Luna. And it is pretty sad, also I know it says in my rules that I don’t write about the reader or any of the idols dying but this is an exception. Also there are no details about the death other than me just writing that the reader is gone and fading.
Requests are open!
Angsty, sad and some fluff I guess.
Part 2 In My Arms
The lone cry of the moon
Without you I feel lonely like never before. Now that you are gone there is an empty space beside me and in my heart. One that I wasn’t aware of prior to having you.
Moving backwards in time
All I can see and think of are the time spent with you. The void you left behind, taking all my happiness with you. I see us walking around my palace, the way your face shone with an innocent smile. The way you always crept closer to me when you were afraid, the way you always held my hand so that I wouldn’t walk too quickly. The way you made me smile like no one ever has.
The beautiful moment when my heart trembled
As I walk around the castle seeing my brothers being happy with their beloved my heart trembles knowing that used to be us but now I am without you. Never before have I wished to live up to the stereotype of a blood thirsty, heartless, emotionless vampire but now I do because maybe if I was that then I wouldn’t feel this pain. This emptiness. But even as my heart trembles and yearns for your love, it also warms at the thought of my brothers being happy as well as the thought of how that used to be us.
Missing the two warm hands that held me tight
If only I had met you in a lifetime where I wasn’t an immortal being and you a human. If only I had met you as a human so we could live and die together. Or maybe a lifetime where we both were vampires so we could have lived together forever. I miss how warm your hands were when I held them in my cold hands, the warmth I felt when you would hug me. Never have I felt so alive as I did during those moments.
The emptiness remains where you left
After you left there was an empty space around the table. An empty space in the bay window overlooking the grand garden. That space where you loved to sit and just watch the flowers blossom and shine under the moonlight. That space where you wanted to spend your last moment. The space where you told me that you loved me. The space that I now protect as if it was alive and won’t let anyone else approach because I am afraid that they will ruin it.
You are like a lonely blossoming flower wishing the black clouds to cover the moonlight
As I now sit in your spot at the bay window overlooking my grand garden I remember the first time I brought you out there. It was a month after I first met you, we had been on a walk and you told me that you had a particular love for flowers but there were only a few flowers growing in your village but you wished to see more. So I asked you to come with me to my mansion that night because I had something to show you. As I opened the door to the grand garden and I heard your sharp inhale, I knew that I had made you happy. You raced past me with a giddy smile and looked around at all the flowers. “Ravn, what kind of flowers are these? I’ve never seen any illustrations of them in any of my books” “These are Daylilies. Contrary to their name, they only bloom at night” “So, kind of like you!” “What do you mean now?” “Well, you’re a vampire. A creature of the night, you rise with the moon” The way your eyes sparkled under the moonlight made my dead heart feel like it was beating, you looked ethereal under the moon surrounded by the daylilies. “Maybe so. But their beauty is nothing compared to yours” I remember plucking one of the flowers and giving it to you. Now I wish that the clouds would cover the moon and I wish I could let the flowers die for all they remind me of are you.
Like the flower that blossomed to show it’s love for the moonlight
Every visitor I have ever had who has witnessed the garden has always congratulated me for its beauty and I have always thanked them but I have never thought highly of the garden. After all, when you live an eternal life and can travel anywhere than a flower or two aren’t impressive. But after I brought you there the garden became one of my most prideful possessions and I took extra care of it to keep it pristine. Even as you grew older you would always remain that beautiful young soul who outshone my grand garden. You made me shine. I was like a Daylily rising to show its love to the moonlight.
You are so beautiful under the moon
Humans grow old and people claim they lose their beauty along the way but in my eyes you would always be lovely. No one could ever compare to you. I remember telling you as I held your aging body in my cold arms that you looked like an angel under the moon. You would deny it and say that I was only being nice, that no one could see beauty in an old person like you. But I did. I still can, a century later and I can still see you. You looked heavenly, always.
The story that ended with me letting you go
I knew from the moment we met that I would outlive you but I still wished to have you forever. I never wanted to let you go. But as I held you as you were fading away, I knew that I had to let you leave. That I had to let you go. You handed me the dried Daylily that I gave you the day I first showed you the grand garden, telling me to take care of it. The flower remained sheltered in my office but after a century the flower has given up, but stubbornly I keep it as if it is the very materialized form of you. I know now that I have to let you go. I have to live on.
If I could go back in time just this once I will have the courage to tell you
I wish I could go back in time and find the courage to tell you. Tell you that I loved you. That I still love you.
Wandering around to find you
My eyes are constantly searching for you wherever I look. I search for you in the garden, around the table, around the village, in the halls of the mansion, but especially in the light of the moon. I search for you in the beams as if they will uncover you and let my saddened eyes fall on your captivating form once again.
Blow, wind please tell my lover the words that I failed to deliver
A century has passed by and I now realize that it is time that I move on. That I accept the fact that you are gone. So I ask for the wind to blow and deliver the message of my love to you as I failed to do so on my own. Take the dust of your flower and spread it around the kingdom so that more people can enjoy the beauty of this flower. I know that I can find you in the moonlight because that is where the memories of us remain. So I no longer resent the moon for shining. Now the moonlight comforts me and makes me feel warm just like you used to do. I find peace under the moon as I reminisce on our times together when I sit in your bay window overlooking the grand garden beneath me. My dear beautiful daylily, I hope the moon is treating you kindly.
