#songdrabble

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Ride - SoMo

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Overboard - Justin Bieber ft. Jessica Jarrell

It’s not her place to interfere and yet Hyeri can’t prevent the need to come closer, lured in by the siren song of Taeyeon’s tears and the way the older girl’s shoulders shake violently from behind as she gives in to the sadness only the darkness is allowed see. Away from the pulsing waves of cameras and reporters, Taeyeon no longer needs to maintain the exhausting pretense that keeps her smiling beautifully day after day, that signature smile Hyeri has come to hate for the suffocating truth that hides behind it. Only a few feet separate the two and Hyeri closes the distance, climbing onto the soft mattress one knee at a time until she can situate herself beside the other’s petite form. Hyeri reaches out and slides her arm around Taeyeon’s waist, causing the elder to stiffen. “It’s okay,” Hyeri reassures her and Taeyeon relaxes in a moment, comforted by the other’s soothing voice. Unlike the others, Hyeri has never come to her with the intention to wound or even to heal. Taeyeon’s natural pride usually fights the “fixing” offered by so many but Hyeri’s light caresses are unthreatening, her gentle presence seeking only to listen and not fix what Taeyeon believes doesn’t need to be touched. She’s not a damsel who needs rescuing but one who still desires comfort whenever the world feels like it’s crashing down into thousands of unfathomable pieces. Hyeri lays back on the bed and Taeyeon lies beside her, their hands entwined and Taeyeon’s head resting on the younger’s shoulder. It’s habit now to feel Hyeri’s fingers in her hair, slowly massaging the silky strands until peace returns and Taeyeon closes her eyes to better hear the younger’s heartbeat pounding in a staccato rhythm. They shouldn’t be doing this and Taeyeon shouldn’t be encouraging it, but how to resist the alluring warmth that comes from comfort silently offered and accepted? The tears will dry and tomorrow will be another hurried, tortuous day to live, but tonight, neither Taeyeon nor Hyeri minds the realm of sweet amity lingering just a little while longer.

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Marvin's Room - Conor Maynard

Aron. The name repeats painfully in her head. She hasn’t said it aloud once in three months, the foreign syllables more difficult than chalk to speak. Hyeri gazes at the television screen in front of her, the music store’s wide 30-inch screen showing no mercy on her battered emotions as Aron’s face appears on it, the young man ripe with good charm and wit as he grins out towards the audience. Towards her. “Not me,” Hyeri whispers as she watches her old lover turn back to MC and laugh good-naturedly. But beyond that professional expression that remains precise on his features, Hyeri can see the darkness of the shadows beneath his eyes and the way his smile stiffens whenever a personal question is subtly phrased to him. The woman standing beside Aron rests a manicured hand against the singer’s arm and Hyeri inwardly curses, her features twisting into an expression of displeasure. You can do so much better. The memory of their last parting rises up in Hyeri’s mind, a canvas that’s painted with grief and regretful bitterness towards herself that she hadn’t handled it better, hadn’t told Aron the truth that she wanted him to stay, that she’d do anything to work things out between them and try once again. She was sorry for the things she’d said and did and all the fights where she’d left him waiting with no promise of forgiveness on her side. Despite her immature raging, he’d always forgiven her and perhaps that was the greatest mistake—the reason why Hyeri had taken his kindness for granted one time too many. She waited for Aron to come back to her, but this time, he hadn’t.

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Russian Roulette - Rihanna

Trigger warning: gunHe says ‘close your eyes, sometimes it helps.'

Minji’s eyes glint from the darkness as she watches the girl’s hand tremble over the gun. It’s not real, Minji reminds herself as Hyeri’s slim fingers curl around the handle and grip the metal tightly. The whiteness of her clenched knuckles seems overly bright in the dim light and Minji swallows thickly against the protest that’s rising furiously within her throat.It’s just a game. But Hyeri’s terror is horrifyingly visible as she brings the nozzle of the gun up to her temple, her wide eyes seeking out Minji’s in a desperate attempt to grasp any sort of anchor. The low cut of the dress she wears reveals how unsteady her breathing is, a chest that rises and falls in quick tempo in time to the racing heart inside. The bullet is loaded, the chamber rotated, and Minji finds herself praying for a girl she’s only known for an hour. Hyeri’s finger slides to the trigger, a single red fingernail pressing against the curved piece, and she closes her eyes. A 50/50 chance to survive. A 100% chance to prove her courage. “1… 2…” Click. Minji exhales. "Your turn."

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Just A Dream - Nelly

The bottle of cognac was slick beneath her fingertips as Hyeri gazed at the empty crystal, wondering how long it would take until the prickle of regret felt stronger than the alcohol. Her mind was hazy, abuzz with the gentle touch of the cognac’s spell, but that didn’t stop the memories from resurfacing far more often than she wished. “We’re a mess, aren’t we?” she whispers to no one, though the alcohol is the one that answers her and calms her down with its strong embrace as it meets her slack lips. The hand holding the glass is unadorned but there’s a ghost of a ring that should be there, the bare spot a reminder of her discontentment. “Argh!” The anger surges into her and Hyeri flings the bottle away, waiting for the shatter of glass to arrive and stimulate her raging feelings. But it doesn’t come. Myungsoo holds onto the abandoned bottle with an expression of distaste. Without saying a word, he replaces it back onto the shelf alongside the others and then comes to her, sinking his long, elegant body down in a grace the young woman has never been able to match. “Don’t say anything,” Hyeri warns him and Myungsoo scoffs. He’s never listened to her before; he wasn’t going to start now. “You’re a child,” he pronounces and the words enrage her. He’s the reason she’s like this. He’s the reason she’s lost— Her fist raises first, intending to strike a blow directly across his handsome face but Myungsoo is too used to this kind of erratic behavior of hers to be caught unawares. His fingers shoot up to wrap tightly around her hand, halting its progress mere centimeters from his cheek and he glares at her, warning her silently to stop. Hyeri’s entire body succumbs to a shiver. “Why you?” she cries out, her hand trembling within his grasp; she wants to fight but he’s the only one who can bring her to this state of numbing stasis and hold her there until he feels ready to let go. “Why did it have to be you?” Myungsoo’s expression softens at the question. It isn’t the first time it’s been asked between them and he knows his position in the spectrum of blame, as punishingly cruel as it is. Moonsoo hasn’t forgiven him but he needs Hyeri to do it for both of them, else neither one of them will survive Fate’s wicked little game that pits brother against brother and lover against lover. Words have never been in his best interest. Instead, Myungsoo answers her the way he always has, with his lips pressed against hers and their bodies melting to a rhythm that’s bloody with guilt and infidelity. This is the answer—the passion that ruins Hyeri’s dreams and leaves her finger without the ring Moonsoo would have given her.

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Rather Be - Clean Bandit (ft Jess Glynne)

“You promise you won’t ever leave right?” Their hands stay entwined as they sit beside each other, their legs kicking playfully over the edge of the low pier above water that’s glassy with winter’s reflection. It would be cold to jump in now but Hyeri feels the sudden urge to do it, because feeling anything but this dread wrapping itself around her with an icy grasp is worth the sacrifice. “I can’t promise you that,” Jieun whispers sadly and Hyeri feels the painful crack of her heart breaking apart piece by piece. “I can’t stay here in Kyoto forever, not when my dream is out there and waiting for me to get it.” Jieun glances over to her best friend’s face and bites her lower lip, the regret for the reality she presents surfacing but the feeling not enough to back down from the truth that needs to be said. “Hyeri-yah, please don’t be sad.” How many years had they spent together, played together, did each other’s hair and talked about crushes and mundane things that blossomed into a life neither wanted to leave? It would be lonely to go to Seoul alone and Jieun took a deep breath before giving voice to a wish she didn’t know the result of. “Hyeri, come with me.” Jieun’s dream is not hers, Hyeri knows, and the younger girl would only burden her if she accompanied Jieun to a city that they’d only heard about in magazines and internet articles printed out and pinned to the wall of Jieun’s ambitions. It’s hard to say “yes,” but even harder to say “no.”

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Ugly Heart - G.R.L.

The prince lifted up his champagne flute, attracting the eyes of the entire dinner party. No one dared to look away, not when his presence commanded their every attention, when every movement and word was weighed and measured and held accountable for the bold person who dared to speak. Prince Daehyun was not to be undermined and he had a lesson to prove. He tilted the glass over, golden liquor pouring from the lips of the crystal glass and splashing onto the white tablecloth below until a stain blossomed as proof of the betrayal. “Bring me the person who did this.” A maid was the sacrifice, her eyes downcast and lower lip trembling as she was brought up to Daehyun’s attention. “Do you know what year this is?” he asked her silkily but no answer was required when the prince was like this: eager to make an example of those who weren’t up to par with his standards. “I clearly asked for a bottle that was 200 years old, servant. But this… is only 197.” “You’re dismissed.” Hyeri watched as the woman burst into tears, her knees giving out until they hit the floor with the same intensity of her cries. “Your Highness, please—I have no other place to go—“ But the prince was deaf to the pleas and turned to his playmate, seated with honor by his left side. “Hyeri,” he spoke congenially, as if the crying woman being dragged away by his guards was merely background entertainment easily shuffled aside. “How do you like your venison? Is it cooked well?” His voice, ripe with full concern made Hyeri scoff inwardly with disbelief. Still, to not answer the prince when given a direct question equated to a death sentence and she, though blessed with the prince’s benevolence, wasn’t foolhardy enough to rebel. “It’s wonderful, Your Highness,” she answered calmly and raised her fork to offer the succulent piece of meat up to his lips. “Would you like to try?”

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Say Hello to Goodbye - Shontelle

Trigger warning: bloodSay hello to goodbye, cause it’s gone foreverNo more try, you and I; not now, not ever.