🌺 Rules: put your music on shuffle and expose what your first 10 songs are!
🌺 I got tagged by @vanaera! thanks again bb!
okay guys buckle up. i think by now most of you know i’m multilingual so the songs are not only going to be from different genres but also from different languages.
i love you 3000 II / 88rising, stephanie poetri, jackson wang
i love this song much, it is both a crossover between kpop and avengers ahaha also, steph has such a nice and soothing voice. i love it. and jackson wang is bae <3
lucozade / zayn
it’s been years and i still listen to this album like it’s my religion, specifically lucozade purely because how beautifully it is crafted and executed. from the music to the R&B undertones - it’s a masterpiece.
unvillage / baekhyun
omg, when this song came out, i remember watching every comeback stage because baek performing this is like such a sexy vibe and aura and just wow, every time his voice goes down.. it’s like i can feel my panties going down by an inch.
lamberghini / the doorbeen, ragini
anyone who has ever rode in a car with me knows clearly that i’m obsessed with this song. i know it’s old but COME ON how can you not dance to this tune! especially on a road trip, it’s perfect, always gets me in a good mood and is attached to a lot of my good memories.
preme pora baron / lagnajita chakroborty
the lyrics are amazing, especially in the second paragraph when she sings “tomai joto golpo bolar chilo, sob papri hoye gacher pase choriye roye chilo. daoni tumi amai shey sob kuriye newar kono karon” gets me on the floor sobbing like a bitch.
filter / jimin (bts)
what can i say about this song? although my favourite bts solo song will always be lie but this song is so playful. the tunes go up and down with his voice as if he’s giving vocal queues and the lyrics are naughty but then again cute???
zara zara / bombay jayashri
okay let me tell you, it’s a song from 2001. i was like 1-2 years old at the time but i grew up listening to this cause it became a cult classic and i absolutely am a slut for this song. would definitely rec for a smutty playlist.
kya baat ay / harrdy sandhu
okay same as lamberghini, i love to play this song on road trips too. it’s such an upbeat and joyful song.
blood, sweat and tears / bts
this song is the bane of my existence. this song singlehandedly pulled me into the kpop world and the rest is history. this is the best era - best album, best solo songs, best outfits, best visuals, best concept, best story line, best track list. no you can’t fight me on this. just no.
do i wanna know? / arctic monkeys
another perfect road trip song.. every time this song starts playing, one single scene plays in my mind : imagine you’re sitting inside a car, driving it along some countryside, there’s only grass and greens on either side of the road. no traffic near you, just you on the road. you’re wearing this v-neck shirt / dress and your one hand is resting on the window pane while the other is gripping the steering wheel. oh also, the hood of the car is off and this song is playing on your car stereo from the 80s which only reads cassettes.
i’m tagging: @mythicalbinicorn | @darkgers | @teakwoods-ghost | @jeonsdear | @nsfwsebbie | @wxstedhexrt | @literalmcuhoe | @halfpastfive-am | @llamaboss3526 | @kamila-07 | @noona-clock | @bbypjmnie | @ssworldofsw and anyone else who see this on their dash and wants to do it!!
I got tagged by @vanaera omg tysm this is the first time I get to play a tag game 🥺🖤
I listened to Troye’s music when he first started out but not really anymore, so no heart for him 🙃 it lowkey took me forever to fill out the template but it turned out alright, I think? gonna tag like a handful of people because I literally don’t know anyone on here 👀 pls ignore this if you don’t wanna do it 🥰
Send this to the 12 nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get 5 back you must be pretty awesome. 💘 Hi Sol!!! I wish you an amazing day/night ahead! Hope you're safe and doing well! 😊😊😚😚
Aera I love you <3 I wish the same to you always!! And yes, I'm well and ready to fight through hell. I've been studying the blade.
“the story’s great, but I think it would be better if the story ended like this”
Affronted at the audacity of the comment, she furiously replies, “then write your own story, asshole!”
word count: 2,048
a/n: happiest solar anniversary to one of my best girls @vanaera! thank you for being the bestest friend a girl could ever ask for. this short story, which is loosely based irl, serves as my gift to you. i hope you’ll like it!
shout-out to @senfleurs for being the best gal and helping me out with this. she even stepped up and edited this omg, and i cannot stress how much I’m thankful, lol especially she made sure that I get to finish this on time
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3.
In retrospect, she knows better than to let some dumb comment, especially from someone on the Internet, rile her up this much. Even her followers tell her as much: it’s unwarranted, insensitive even. One of her followers, hippopopo tries to take it a step further, justifying by saying, verbatim: It’s her story anyway!!! So only she knows how the story should end best, okay! 😤😠💢
(in actuality, she has qualms about that, mostly because she had read some books which she thought didn’t end well. but that would take time to unpack and this story isn’t about that, no. she’s flattered at the support, nonetheless.)
And yet, there she is at 8 in the morning, her fingers furiously gliding across her keyboard as she writes a spite-filled story in response. Oftentimes, her muse for writing comes from movies she watched with her family, or from songs she heard on Korean dramas, or those meet-cute scenarios she gushed about with her best friends. This time, however, spite’s her main gal.
She finishes at 10. Later at 4 in the afternoon, she posts it. About an hour later, she doesn’t even try to contain the smirk lighting up her face when a familiar notification pops up.
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1.
The story starts with an inconspicuous like from a user named agust-d five months ago. Back then, she thought nothing of it. A day later, agust-d comments on a story from her drabble series. Since then, every day without fail, agust-d leaves a small token of their appreciation for her works; brief, concise comments such as, “nice job on the flower descriptions,” or “i liked it.”
Belatedly, she wonders if agust-d is a person of few words, because why else would they leave comments with only six words or less, even on her works with over 30k words? Don’t get her wrong, of course she’s eternally grateful for all the support she receives from her affectionate dears. But sometimes, especially on days her self-confidence plummets and she’s in need of reassurance, she ponders if all her efforts are for naught. (of course not, never, she gently reminds herself.)
And each day, she resists the growing urge to reply: don’t you have anything more to say!!! (but alas, she isn’t a rude person—unless provoked—she can’t so she settles with letting her mind wander.)
Three months of this and she finally caves in. With her interest piqued, she browses through agust-d’s posts. After two hours, she learns that agust-d goes by suga online. Coincidentally, Suga is a male student at the same university she’s currently attending. For a moment, she briefly considers a possibility—what are the chances that they’ve met, have fallen into step alongside each other, have passed by him in the large hallways, or have shared her table with him at the library during exam season? The possibility of knowing someone without actually knowing them?
(that’s the funny thing about the online world, she supposes. you may know all that matters about someone: their likes, dislikes, kinks, fears, and horrid taste in music, absolutely everything except that one thing that matters the most: their names.)
Suga, she eventually learns, is not a man of few words. In truth, he’s got a few words too many to say about a diverse range of controversial topics. In his words, his passion burns bright and clear, but for her, he doesn’t shine any brighter than when he talks about music. It shows in his blog, which consists of a myriad of album reviews across different genres (fascinating, she notes, their music interests align as well).
Occasionally, he posts his renditions of some popular rap music, and as sporadic as this happens, she admits that his covers are her favorite part of his blog. And naturally, she refuses to acknowledge that it has everything to do with her fascination with deep, raspy voices, which, (un)fortunately for her, Suga undoubtedly has.
After some serious debating with herself, she decides to not follow him back. But she makes sure to check his profile every other day for no real reason, really, her soul wallowing in denial. In her defense, when did anyone need a reason to stalk someone?
And so, it begins, her fascination with this stranger on the other side of the screen. Never in her whole life did she imagine herself harboring a (teeny-tiny, infinitesimal) crush towards someone on the Internet. Certainly, she knows there’s always a one-in-a-thousand chance that it happens in real life, it’s just that out of all the 7 billion people in the world, she wasn’t expecting herself to be the (un)lucky one.
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2.
The fateful day begins like any other. She wakes up to a brand new day, at 7 am, and like clockwork, she begins to stretch atop her pink yoga mat. Halfway through her workout, her phone pings with a new notification. Immediately, her phone screen lights up: agust-d has left a comment on your work!
Her traitorous heart skips a beat in the utmost display of betrayal. It’s Suga!
Ever since she scrolled through his blog two months ago, she has been exchanging messages with Suga. Her covert mission to surreptitiously listen to his song covers ends miserably when she accidentally double-clicks on a post he made two years ago. A string of expletives followed as she stared agonizingly at the post. She attempts to remove her blunder, but soon accepts defeat as it doesn’t even take a full minute until she receives a message notification from Suga. The internal debate resumes as her finger clumsily hovers on the computer mouse and she hesitantly clicks. From thereon, the rest, as they say, is history.
She ends up following his account the day after.
Although, if she were being truthful, all they’ve been sending back and forth are pleasantries. Suga seems hellbent on keeping the conversations polite and distant. She doesn’t understand, it’s not like she’s flirting with him! All she just wants is a compelling conversation with someone (because the Lord knows how much she needs an intellectual to talk to; and suga seems like an intellectual, if his posts are anything to go by).
She unlocks her phone and throws herself onto her bed. Normally, her lips quirk up automatically in response to seeing his name pop on her notifications, but it is not the case for this time. Instead, a frown mars her forehead as she reads his comment.
agust-d: the story’s great, but I think it would be better if the story ended like this
For a moment, she can’t believe her eyes. She blinks a few more times in the hope that her eyes were just playing tricks on her. Nada, it remains the same.
If there’s one thing to know about her, it’s that she meticulously plans out every detail in her stories. She even spends weeks to outline a draft, and even then, it must be decent enough before she puts it in writing. Publishing her works online, for all the world to see, still intimidates her even after all this time. Not knowing how people will respond to her works frightens her, but what is life without a little fear?
In addition, she’s receptive to constructive criticisms, but criticisms that come from those she looks up to? It’s a bitter pill to swallow sometimes. Suga—he’s become one of those people, and seeing his comment really hurt. She turns her phone off and does her chores for the time being. The moment she logs back in, she is taken aback by the multitude of comments expressing the same sentiment.
bubbleboy: “Yeah, I agree, I think it would be best if the story ended in this manner.”
She can’t help but feel the bubble of anger gradually rising. Another even started with,
orange-gloss: “No offense, but the ending being suggested by others is kinda good.”
The audacity and the entitlement in this comment! Asking her to not be offended when it is within her right to take offense is absolutely laughable. Furthermore, who are you to even tell me how I should react?
When she reaches the 20th comment, she explodes. The next two hours find her furiously typing out a decent response disguised as a story, albeit with passive-aggressiveness, addressed to all of the comments, but primarily to the one left by Suga. She talks to the rude commenters with the sweet addition of a phrasing 101 lesson. In her contained rage, she ends with the note: remember, it doesn’t hurt to be nice, and if you have qualms about how I ended my own story, do me and yourself a favor and write your own story!
She makes up her mind to take some time off her blog for a while. But after a familiar notification pops up at 5 PM, she resists the urge to run away and instead, opts to open the messages he sent.
agust-d: i’ll admit, the way I said it was rude
agust-d: but I stand with what I said
agust-d: you should consider the possibility as well
seen
(In hindsight, she realizes that, for once, Suga’s comment surpasses 25 words.)
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4.
After the whole debacle with the barrage of rude comments and her consequent outburst, everything has never been the same. Understandably, some of her fans have left since then, but the majority stayed with her and for that, she’s eternally grateful. Although she still publishes her stories and interacts with her followers, a certain emptiness fills her at times.
A part of her thinks it has a lot to do with Suga, who she doesn’t talk to anymore. She… doesn’t know how to respond to him after her outburst. In a span of a moment, she manages to both defend her honor and drag agust-d through the mud, which was never her intention to begin with. Okay, well, maybe just a little bit. But she’s hurt, so it only makes sense to retaliate.
If only she could easily strike back in her current situation.
Unbeknownst to her, someone with the handle void-mayo tags her on a malicious post the night before, calling her out for being fake. Apparently, she’s a ‘copycat writer wanna-be with no real ideas of her own.’
She only discovers it when her followers start sending her messages of reassurance and appreciation. Of course, she checks the post at once, reading carefully and taking in everything that was written. (Shit, at least I have a better username, she muses). And not for the first time, she feels hurt, uneasy, and anxious at the same time. Void-mayo is already an established writer, with years of exposure under her belt and a large army of rabid fans at her disposal. Meanwhile, she’s just started her writing blog. And although she’s diligent, thorough, and ensures that each of her stories has its own personality and flavor, most of void-mayo’s fans wouldn’t care. She can’t risk losing her credibility over a baseless accusation such as this!
And with that, she feels anger bubbling from the pit of her stomach. She doesn’t get the purpose behind the destructive post. She gets humiliated, her reputation tarnished, and worse just because she had written a similar scene with an ice cream . It certainly doesn’t help that others are quick to join in calling her names and ‘cancelling her’ without even bothering to check the facts.
And as she contemplates on how to proceed with such a delicate situation, her dashboard refreshes. At the top, she notices that agust-d reblogs void-mayo’s post with the addition of his response and for once, the word count exceeds 100.
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5.
In a roundabout way of saying sorry and expressing her gratitude, she proceeds to write the ending Suga requested. And illuminated by the dim light of her laptop screen, she can begrudgingly admit that he does have a point; his version of the ending does make sense.
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fin.
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omake
agust-d: so am i forgiven yet?
you: i don’t know
you: maybe you’ll have to make it up to me
you: and get me some coffee first?
you: 😉
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a/n pt. 2: happiest birthday to you again! i’m so grateful to have met you in this lifetime. truly, like you’re the best. even if your internet connection’s always shitty, you always find ways to join our chats and discord parties. just thank you, for all the countless laughs that i’ve had with (and because of) you, for the counsel with my writing, and for the stories and advice you’ve willingly shared with us. here’s to our three years of friendship and counting! i love you so much! enjoy this day and stay safe!
p.s. keep rocking and keep writing! we’ll always be here with you! muah! ❤️❤️❤️
Dive!koo, how did you spend your holidays? And same for dive!oc! And for author Mara, belated happy holidays! I hope you had fun and may 2020 bring you more joy and love in your life!
thank you!
JUNGKOOK: “Well, we both went home earlier this year so we’re spending the holidays in Seoul. We didn’t do much. Taehyung had a small Christmas party that turned not so small.... let’s just say there were more alcohol than there were actual Christmas presents and decor. We did a small secret santa thing though and mine was Jimin and he gave me, uh....”
