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mgg-81 · 3 years ago

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Of Torn Ropes [O.SH]

(CREDITS TO THE OWNER OF THIS PHOTO: L'OFFICIEL HOMMES MAGAZINE)

A/N’s NOTE: I found this playlist in Youtube concerning the likes of Amy and Laurie from Little Women and I got hit immediately with the feels. I've also thought about Ga-on and Soo-hyun from The Devil Judge (go watch it if you haven't!) in their final moments together and thought why not combine the two and this was the result. Hugest of thank you's to @bookishcatto for reading this. This one-shot is dedicated to ma'am @enaasteria because her stories are absolutely gorgeous and link to her masterlist can be found in my fiction recommends here.

ANOTHER NOTE: I think I'll write my stories based on which seems fitting for the story which is either "You", "She/Her", "GN! Reader" or "OC" and it's not always going to be a "You" or "Y/N" version. Also, throw a tomato at me if this one-shot is cringy AF or something LMAO.

Genre: Angst

Ratings and Warnings: PG

Characters: Oh Sehun X Hwang Yoori (Cop!OC)

Word Count: 1,636

Date of Publication: 31-12-2021

“WHAT?”

The thin line of agony and anger snapped at the thunderous slamming of her hands as boiling silence engulfed the two of them. They were at the meeting of their eyes, never swerving to the left nor the right. Those orbs of hers, those lovely visions of expression of hers were now like extinguished flames while he was of a deer caught in the headlights. The air surrounding them was so dry it might have probably cracked everything in them.

Or furthermore fissured her already lacerated heart.

Glassy eyes scrunched eyebrows, and almost bleeding lip from too much biting in holding back, the aching pound of Hwang Yoori’s heart against her chest was beginning to be taken over by fear. The danger was not evident in their zone yet her veins were almost made out of cement from the tension. She let out a controlled yet shaking breath as she refined the words that emanated from Oh Sehun’s mouth before she might explode in tiredness.

“You heard me,” his voice was firm yet at the end was pleading like a child’s.

She sat back from her chair, a scoff passing her lips as her fingers kept brushing on her short disheveled hair. This was at the moment and it was truly happening as if it was a novel of her favorite that came to life and relayed its message in this chapter of her being. Sehun…loves her?

Yoori looked back into Sehun’s features again; face hoping, lips pursing whilst waiting. This was the man she adoringly gave her heart for so long, the cause of her sadness and happiness, the cause of her downfalls and uprisings, and now, the cause of her topical heartache. Wasn’t this what she wanted all along? To hear those three words she never thought would be aimed at her at him?

But alas, dreams, while they are sweet, some are bitter.

And they must end as she wakes up.

“Fuck you,” she said sternly.

Sehun’s eyebrows raised at the confusion in her words. He was about to retaliate and support his statement but she raised a hand to halt him.

“Fuck you, Oh Sehun,” Yoori repeated. “Do you think this is all a bluff?”

“Please, listen—”

“I’ve been listening!” she clenched her fists to keep herself from repeating on hitting the table. “At all times! I always listen to you; your rants, your dreams, your thoughts and ideas, and most especially your love for her! But this? THIS? Sehun…you’re mean.”

“Yoori,” Sehun tried to reach for her hand, but she quickly slipped it away. “I love you, always have been. You were always—”

“If you love me,” she gritted between her teeth. “You shouldn’t have always come to me about her."

Yoori saw Sehun’s jaw shut tight, which she saw as a cue for her to continue. “Have you ever thought what I’ve felt all these years? I had to keep on carrying you despite the growing pain in me. That yes, I may be here with you but your focus…is on her.”

“And I’m tired,” tears were threatening to spill from her eyes. “I’m sick of picking you up in ungodly hours, drinking away. I’m tired of how you came to meet me only because of your heartaches. And I'm wary of the fact that you're so unfair. That out of nowhere, my best friend just told me he loved me just because he didn't get her.”

Sehun quickly stood from where he sat, his long lower limbs taking two steps before kneeling in front of Yoori like he was praying for some miracle to happen between them as his warm hands cupped her delicate face, their foreheads touching each other.

“I’m sorry,” Sehun’s eyes were watery as he sniffled. “I’m so sorry. Please…forgive me. Please, let me make it up to you. Please, don’t disappear from my life. Please.”

Please. It was one word yet it made Yoori feel weak again for him, but the daggers that were plunged in her chest made her realize it was now the time for her to pull it all out, letting her heart slowly heal from the pain.

“I love you, Sehun,” Yoori finally muttered while feeling Sehun’s thumbs caressing her cheeks. “I love you always but…I’m done. As much as I’ve been waiting to hear those three words from you, it all seems so…dull.”

Dull indeed.

That’s what Oh Sehun felt right now.

Nothing was making sense to him as if his head was reaching for something he could not comprehend. It all happened too quickly in the blink of an eye like a stream that swiftly passed by him. Blasts of sirens here and there that were rounded up like loose animals were muffled away from his hearing while his surroundings were faded into nothing but black and white.

Along with all he could ever see right now was crimson as thick pools of the color were sticking to the ground, to his shirt, and his hands.

And to her.

Her.

Yoori!

He stared dumbfounded. His hands trembled while looking all over Hwang Yoori, desperate to where he should place his palms just to stop the bleeding, to stop everything, to stop the horror that grew before his eyes. Eventually, he placed it where the actual gunshot wound was, hovering over her hand. The shock was not the word that fit what he was experiencing. He was ashen, lips trembling.

“Y-Yoori…” he stuttered. She can only gaze at him as she lay in his arms like a doll.

“Shh….” Yoori gasped and winced. “Y-you…are…o-okay.”

“N-no…” Sehun looked up and down her body. “Yoori…”

Sehun’s manner was disoriented; he kept holding back his sobs while glancing at her face and up around their environment; almost nobody was there except the two of them, save for a few who were held in their frozen states.

How the hell did they end up to this?

A presidential event where EXO was invited.

Turned into a horrific attempted assassination incident with a bomb on the loose.

Her clasping his hand, her sole concern was him.

Just the two of them.

Away from aid and surrounded by perpetrators.

Sudden running…

Guns firing…

Her pushing him to the ground…

Bullets flying…

Yoori suddenly falling to her knees.

Clutching her right side and chest.

Him shouting at her.

More guns erupting from afar…

Him reaching her….

Sehun immediately looked down at the fading body he held; Yuri's eyes fluttered up at him, trying to see him. Her form shook in pain as if a thousand syringes were plummeted in her skin, her hand pressing against where the blood continued to ooze out of her while she breathed heavily in panic.

Yoori hazily lifted her shaking hand, steadily brushing her fingers against his cheek which received a cut from the glasses that spread throughout the vicinity.

“F-Fuck…” she still managed to laugh. “Y-you…got a c-cut here...ah.”

She shut her eyes and grimaced as Sehun clasp her soaked shirt, and he felt like shit; his best friend was in the line between life and death, still having the audacity to save him despite everything that conspired to the two of them.

And he felt nothing but remorseful as he’s incapable of providing anything to her at the moment.

“P-please,” Sehun choked. “W-we…we h-have to stop the b-bleeding. S-stay…s-stay with m-me baby, please.”

Tears flooded Sehun’s eyes as he tried to keep himself together for her sake. His heart felt like it was twisted and crushed to a pulp, wishing he had been the one shot instead of her. His body flew from stiff to mere actions and having more blood of hers in his hands got him to nowhere. Sehun knew that this was an almost everyday scenario for Yoori on account of the fact she became a woman of law and order. What he wasn’t prepared for was to have this kind of scenario happen right in front of him.

“W-why…” Yoori started. “S-stop...don’t c-cry…”

Sehun pay heed to her as she inhaled and exhaled deeply, her eyes threatening to shut down. The coldness of the night was creeping up to her as blood continued to rush out as Sehun tried to talk to her to keep her awake. He frantically hoisted his head to check the encircling, surveying for anyone possible to help them as he hauled Yoori in his arms more properly.

“Yoori…” Sehun whispered her name, attempting to keep a smile. “W-we’re going to…b-be o-okay, y-yes? P-paramedics may b-be here s-soon…”

Despite his aim to put up a brave front for Yoori, it soon faltered as her eyes were only halfway from open, and she eye him intently. Sehun took ahold of her hand gently moving towards his hand, firmly grasping it.

“Sehun…” Yoori wheezed. “I…I c-can’t hold…any l-longer…”

“No!” Sehun yelled as he shook his head. “H-help will b-be h-here! T-they’ll….they’ll c-come soon! P-please! We’ll b-be a-alright! Yoori—”

“I-I…love y-you.”

He froze.

“S-Sehun…” Yoori panted as if her breathing had already amounted to a small-sized helium balloon about to pop. “I love you.”

His world frailly crumbled as Yoori’s hand lost its seize of his fist as her head tilted backward in his arms.

With her eyes now closed.

Moments later, shouts and footsteps were heard coming, revealing members of the Seoul Metropolitan Agency and the Special Operations Unit, their guns and other aid holding out. They ceased and halted their steps at the scene that unfolded before them. Blood was everywhere that came from its root which was Yoori’s now lifeless form. One of the men who entered stepped up, his expression glum as he raised his walkie-talkie.

"Commander," he said "Lieutenant Hwang Yoori...she's now gone."

And it was followed by the gut-wrenching wails of Sehun who lost someone so dear.

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pesiko · 4 years ago

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[main masterlist] [exo masterlist] updated 3-28-21

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xiubaek13ficrecs · 4 years ago

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Fic Rec List

I suck at describing why I like a lot of these. Basically they are all well written, diverse and exciting fics. They made me feel all of my feelings, some are damn hot and will make you need Jesus, some will make you yell at your screen and others will make you sad and in need of a cuddlebuddy.

9/10 times if I'm being too slow with updates it's because I'm busy reading or re-reading all of these.

EXO

Baekhyun

IGU by @soobadnoonecanstopher

The Secret by @pebble-xo - The Secret will give you about 5000 feelings and I'm still processing the latest update for it, go read now!

The Saviour by @oh-beyond There is a whole lot of variety in her masterlist, something to suit everyone :)

Monster Stalker by @oh-beyond

Love Potion no9 by @8bityeol

Xiumin/Minseok

2AM by @soobadnoonecanstopher

Blood Lust by @thesammtimes

Don’t Call It a Love Song by @yehet-me-up

(B)romance by @brokeandjetlagged

Bareface by @brokeandjetlagged

Lay/Yixing

The Boxer by @soobadnoonecanstopher

Sehun

Good Enough by @pebble-xo

Apartment 5108 by @enaasteria

Scars by @forexcapism

D.O/Kyungsoo

All His by @soobadnoonecanstopher

The Price of Privilege by @soobadnoonecanstopher

Chen/Jongdae

Absorbing by @thong-in-the-twist

Antonym by @8bityeol

Suho/Junmyeon

Incipient by @suho-mochi

Kai/Jongin

Poison by @krismebaobei

Foretold by @pandabearlikes

Chanyeol

One Shot by @kpopfanfictrash

Modern Day Magic by @dragon-dust

Show Me How by @thesammtimes

Group

Good Girl/Bad Girl (OT12) by @xiumin-on-this-shit - My guilty pleasure fics! There are so many chapters to keep you happy and reading and I just fell into these and loved everything

I Am An Alpha (OT12) by @xiumin-on-this-shit - My guilty pleasure fics!

A Well Kept Secret by @thesammtimes – My CBX heart is all over this.

EXO Villains by @thesammtimes – Incredibly cool concept & really well done

Dismissal by @messyscriptorium @oh-beyond & @sootemptation

Universal Invariant by @dragon-dust SERIOUSLY ITS SPACE AU AND I LOVE IT SO HARD

BTS

Yoongi

Self Control by @btssmutgalore - I never thought I'd hate and love Yoongi so much in fics but then this happened. Holy hell...and the smut is A+

Unexpected by @noona-la-la-la

Mr Min by @ellieljade – If you want a long fic that will make you fan yourself and throw you in deep with plot and feelings then this is for you. I’m in love with this fic. (On A03 now)

The Guest House by @avveh

Miss Dial by @versigny co-written with @cyphertrip – Fratboy Yoongi and the texting and the everything and I just love this ok.

Lesson Learned by @writingseoul

Friendship Goals (with Taehyung) by @tayegi

The Roommate Agreement by @thesammtimes

Does This Make Sense? By @floralseokjin

Acquiver by @floralseokjin

You Look Like You Need A Drink by @jeonjagiya

Pocket Change by @jinjikook

Costumes by @exo-can

No Internet by @blackpearl-scenarios

Unsafe Girl by @yuudetama

Bespectacled by @bxebxee

Jungkook

Monster by @btssmutgalore – I never knew I could hate Kookie this much but still love him. A+ smut

Grind by @writingseoul

Red Ink by @floofyeol

Jimin

Sin City by @btssmutgalore

Byzantium by @mirinaeya

For You (Taehyung/Jin) by @war-of-hormoan

The Golden Boy by @tayegi

Impatient by @bxebxee

Jin

Off Limits by @floralseokjin

Namjoon

Expensive Girl by @kpopnlockit

J-Hope

So Ask Nicely by @versigny

Systems Of Touch by @bread-jinie

Transference by @dark-muse-iris

Group

Call Me Mistress by @dark-muse-iris

Big Bang

G-Dragon

Underground Rapper by @mybias-and-i

Multifandom

All My Idols (Multifandom) by @xiumin-on-this-shit - My guilty pleasure fics! There are so many chapters to keep you happy and reading and I just fell into these and loved everything. Highkey want to live in All My Idols. Like now.

#fic rec #ficrec #bts fics #exo fics #will add more as i read them

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enaasteria · 6 years ago

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Lost and Found // Baekhyun

// Prompt Request—“Have you seen my hoodie?” // Requested by—@baekyung // Artist AU, Soulmate AU, attempt at fluff but probably more aligned to angst

A/N: It was supposed to be a drabble but it turned into this monster. I’m very sorry.

“You’re staring at him again,” my seat mate, Mari, teases. She pokes me with an unused paintbrush before packing up the rest of her supplies at the end of class. It breaks me out of my reverie and I massage the slight throbbing in my arm, playing off her scrutiny of where my eyes may have wandered.

“We’re supposed to look at him.”

“Yeah, while we’re painting his figure. I’m not sure if that includes when he dresses and undresses.”

“I—I—wa—I wasn’t staring at him undress—was I?” I ask, almost mortified at the thought of being so pathetically obvious in how besotted I am over this semester’s male model, Byun Baekhyun.

“If laser eyes existed in this world, you would’ve burned two holes into his chest.”

“I wasn’t staring at his chest.”

“Oh? Was it his—

I lunge forward, almost dropping my art supply bin, to stop her from verbally embarrassing me more so than she already has as one by one the students exit the classroom. “I wasn’t.”

“Fine, fine. You weren’t, but who would blame you if you did,” she says with a wave of her hand while she waits for me to finish packing up. “He is, after all, rather aesthetically pleasing.”

“More than aesthetically pleasing.”

“Oh?”

I look at her, realizing I divulged more than what I usually do in terms of my infatuation for Baekhyun. It was harmless intrigue in the beginning. I saw him through the eyes of a painter because he was unbelievably beautiful. His soft cheeks, the strawberry toned hair ruffling over his eyes, the benevolent grin seemingly etched into his face. It was as if there was a light exuding from him—a type of warmth I tried to capture with my paintbrushes every day. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

“I think you and I both know exactly what you meant.”

The comment makes me grimace because there’s no denying I like him. Down to the very essence, I like him in a way I can’t explain within words, in drawings, or even fathom how I’ve never felt my heartstrings tug for another in a way it does for Baekhyun.

As much as I wish for a little more from the very man I paint from on a daily basis, I realize how futile these inner desires truly are. Because it’s all I can do. I can only look at him. I can only draw him and the single thought continually spreads a debilitating ache throughout every part of my soul.

Mari watches as my expression reaches the fine line of acceptance and hurt and places a supportive hand on my shoulder. “He could be, you know. He could be your—”

I stop her before she voices it—the dreaded ‘soulmate’ terminology of which we all live and abide by. In our world, there’s a person we’re meant to be with. They’re our match in every possible way and while I do harbor feelings for Baekhyun in the acutest kind, I realize the chance of him being that person made out to be my other half is zero to none. “He’s not.”

“He could be.”

“The universe has never and would never be so kind.”

“You never know.” She changes her pitch, turning it into a rather singsongy tune as we exit the drawing room.

We make our way down the hallway with our art portfolio cases hanging on our shoulders and from the corner of my eye, I see her bite her bottom lip. She’s toying with whether to voice out the obvious because whenever she tries to mention the word soulmate to me, immediately following will be a discussion about my birthday—my 20th birthday to be exact and one which will happen at the stroke of midnight.

“Are you ready?” she asks.

“Is anyone ever ready to find out who their soulmate is on their 20th birthday?”

There’s a slight shock to her face as she hears me say the word I usually avoid. And it’s because I have a hard time admitting how the word scares me. I’m horrifically afraid what I’ll feel for my soulmate will never amount to the way I feel for Baekhyun.

I let out a sigh and push away the apprehension, figuring I’ll deal with it when it comes. But as a good friend should, she empathizes with my worries and connects her free arm within mine. “I definitely wasn’t ready.”

“Yet, you won’t tell me how it happens so I can prepare myself.”

She scoffs as her eyes crinkle at the edges, perhaps remembering how she found out who her fated person was all those months ago. “It’s because I don’t know how to explain it. You wouldn’t believe me even if I told you. What about your parents? Did they say anything?”

“Yeah—but it only made me more confused.”

“What did they say?”

“They called it—lost and found.”

For a while, I tried interpreting their meaning. I wondered if it meant physically losing something with my soulmate finding and returning it or if it was just a metaphor beyond my comprehension. In the end, all I was left with was a whole new set of unanswered questions. Though, I don’t get a chance to hear Mari’s take on it as a familiar voice calls out my name.

The sound instantly stills my heart as I’ve memorized his pitch and tone as much as I’ve memorized the details of his body from head to toe. I’m frozen in footing as my grip on Mari tightens. She doesn’t let go as we both see Baekhyun jog up to where we’re standing.

“Hey—” he starts off and per his norm, his smile is already tugging at the far corners of his mouth.

I’m not sure where the courage is coming from but my mouth responds on its own (albeit it’s just a single greeting and to my defense, it is one word more than what I’ve said to him all year). “Hi.”

Mari untangles herself from my grasp. It doesn’t take a genius to know she’s about to abandon me within the matter of seconds so I’ll suffer through this sudden interaction alone. “I have to catch the bus, but I’ll see you next class. Happy birthday and let me know how it goes tonight—okay?”

I mentally plead her to stay but all she gives back are sly winks and unexplainable eyebrow raises. What’s a little more alarming other than her leaving me to fend for myself is the fact she mentioned my birthday for Baekhyun to hear.

My free hand reaches up to my forehead, scratching an imaginary itch and hope he doesn’t read too heavily into any of it. “Is something wrong?”

“No, no. It’s nothing serious but Professor Moon mentioned you might be able to help me.” He looks hopeful and I do my best not to get lost in his blinding presence.

It’s hard enough being in the same room with him while painting his male form but it’s a whole other issue trying to concentrate on holding a proper conversation with him. With the former, at least I had a legitimate reason to only look at him. This is worlds different and is by far, a suffering I never thought I’d have to endure. “Yeah, of course. What is it?”

“Please don’t laugh,” he begins and my heart plummets as I see his eyes shine in the most innocent way. “I usually wear a certain hoodie to your painting class.”

“Right—the sapphire blue one with the white logo design running across the chest,” I say it all without thinking until the cold terror washes down my body. I only memorized that hoodie because it’s the outfit he wore the first time I met him and he’s worn it every day since. But voicing that little fact makes me out to be a strange person and the feeling of wanting to run into a ditch and live there for all of time comes in full force. “I—I me—I mean—artist’s eyes, you know. I notice a lot of details.”

He cranes his neck while his gaze roams about my face. It’s a small little action but one I make note of due to this being the closest I’ve ever stood next to him. I pray he doesn’t sense anything off and to my relief, he doesn’t question or dive deeper into my odd remark.

Instead, his stare goes on for a second too long before something clicks within him and he speaks again. “Yeah, that’s the one. I must’ve left it behind or misplaced it. I asked Professor Moon if she’s seen it around the classroom but she didn’t. She suggested I ask you since you work in the Art Department office and there’s a lost and found box. I was wondering if you’ve seen my hoodie there by any chance?”

“No, I’m sorry. I haven’t,” I say with a shake of my head.

Baekhyun’s lips press together into a pout and it’s the saddest look I’ve ever witnessed on him. The melancholy expression doesn’t suit him and I go through every possible method to think and come up with a way to help him.

“But we can go check—the office, I mean. We can check the office. I only work three days out of the week so someone might’ve turned it in.”

“I wouldn’t want to bother you if you had plans—

“It’s ok. I don’t mind,” I say because if there was a choice between going home to an empty apartment or having a few more minutes with Baekhyun, I would choose him time and time again. “I didn’t make any plans so��” My voice fades into a whisper at the end as I urge him to follow me to the art office one building over.

I try to make it a quick walk but it seems Baekhyun has other ideas as his pace is much slower than mine. He digs his lithe fingers into his jean pockets as he takes one foot after another down the outdoor steps.

When he reaches the sidewalk, he brings up the very words I love to avoid. “So, your birthday is tonight.” He watches as I writhe about in imaginary pain. It causes a low chuckle to escape from his chest while he waits for my answer.

“Unfortunately, it is.”

“Not a fan of birthdays?”

“Not a fan of this birthday,” I correct.

“Ah—that one.”

I take quick glances at him and find it more of a surprise seeing him return my gaze. But since his attractive face is difficult for me to handle in large doses, I turn my main focus towards the pavement below. “Did you have yours already?”

“Yeah, I did.”

“Oh. So you know then—” I swallow and find the sudden lump situated at the base of my throat making it hard for me to breathe. “You know who your soulmate is.”

“Mhmm. I know who she is.”

“Does she know—that you’re her soulmate?” The bitter words feel like salt on my wounds but I’m not even sure why I’m asking. The only plausible result waiting for me at the finish line is more angst and agony. Maybe a part of me wants to know in hopes it’ll make tonight a little bit more bearable—solidifying into stone how I was right in thinking Baekhyun wasn’t my soulmate after all.

Baekhyun shakes his head, his locks tousling over his almond eyes. “No, not yet. I’m trying my best to keep myself from getting too close to her until she does find out.”

“Why?”

“Not sure. I have this irrational fear she won’t like me so for now, I’m staying away and just hoping for the best.”

“Hope.” I breathe out the one word and find so much familiarity in it because it’s exactly how I feel when I look at Baekhyun.

I hope even when I realize it’s hopeless to do so.

Tucking a few strands of loose hair behind my ear, I give him a sad smile before we reach the building. I change the topic since this might be the only time I’ll ever have a conversation with him in our lives and I’d rather it not be so dreary and bleak.

“I’m sure she’ll like you—especially in that hoodie,” I placate and sincerely wish she loves him for the remarkable person he is inside and out.

When we finally arrive to the art office, I set my art portfolio case down by the door and ask Baekhyun to wait. I feel the weight of his gaze watching my every movement and it becomes a little nerve-wracking to just walk in front of him. I dig around in the storage closest before finding the tattered cardboard box but when I bring it out, I’m unable to hide my disappointment. It doesn’t go unnoticed as his expression mirrors my own.

“It’s not in there, is it?” he asks.

“No, it isn’t. I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be. I’m thankful for you trying.” He shrugs his shoulders and the frown once on his face dissipates as quickly as it came. “You know, I actually considered it my good luck charm.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Not to be super cheesy or anything but my life changed the day I was wearing it so it became something I was attached to. I even went to the lengths of writing my name and phone number inside on the label tag just in case I somehow lost it—which, clearly, I ended up doing anyway.”

“I know the feeling. It happened with my sketchbook.”

Baekhyun shifts his weight and bites down on the inner flesh of his mouth as if keeping himself from smiling too hard. I blink to try and understand it but no viable answer comes to mind. He clears his throat and brushes his index over his nose a few times before asking, “Sketchbook?”

“It wasn’t really a good luck charm as it was more of something bringing me joy. I would draw in it every time I felt down.”

“What did you draw in it?”

My hand naturally draws up to my chest, trying to alleviate some of the tension because what I drew in that notebook was endless portraits of him. Every page was lined to the details of only him. His face. His hands. Even the tiny little mole housed on his ear. “Pictures—of someone.” I avoid saying him in fear of coming off more peculiar than I already am and laugh it off. “But it’s gone missing just like your hoodie. I’m sure it’ll turn up though.”

“I do too.” He stands up straight, shuffling a bit in his stance and I fear the times come to part ways.

I realize I’ll still see Baekhyun in class. I’ll still get to draw him but I know once midnight comes around, what I feel inside might change and I’m unsure if it’ll be for better or worse.

“Thanks again for trying—I really mean it,” he says.

“Wish I could’ve helped more. If I see it, I’ll let you know.”

“Promise?”

“Absolutely.”

He ends our conversation with his signature smile but before he's out of view, Baekhyun turns around and quickly walks back to me. He angles down slightly to my height. It’s close enough to the point where I can see every speck and glint designed into his umber eyes and count every lash perfectly placed on his lids. He displays the same kindness and light which drew me in from the very beginning while he speaks. “The tag.”

“The tag?”

He nods slowly and just as carefully as the words leaving his lips. “Just in case, when you do see it, the tag inside the hoodie will read—Byun Baekhyun.” He spells out every beautiful letter to his name and it feels as if he’s engraving them into my heart and mind. He does the same thing he did earlier when we were in front of the classroom. His eyes wash over me, from my brows to my nose, even to the sides of my face. He takes it all in. “And I hope,” he whispers, “I hope—you won’t be disappointed tonight.”

His sentiment stays with me.

It remains etched in the lining of my skin after he leaves and even when I reach my home. It replays over and over in my head and like my parents, he’s given me more questions than answers. But I can’t dwell on it as the hours and minutes dwindle down to midnight. The dread of what’s to come makes its unsettling way into my stomach as the twist and turns provide no comfort.

I watch as the clock counts down into the seconds and my place of refuge has always been the image of Baekhyun. Leaning back against the headboard of my bed, I close my eyes and think of him. His joy, his light. His very existence. I picture it all and if I was asked how I wanted to spend my 20th birthday, this would be it. It would be picturing him and thinking of him.

With no expectation or hope, I feel the next day unfold and sense the slightest change in the air. It’s minuscule. It’s so small that it’s barely discernible as the faintest breeze washes over me. I slowly open my eyes and feel my heart thrum against the bones of my chest.

Because what’s placed before me at the foot of my bed is a familiar sapphire blue hoodie. The garment is folded and tucked securely inside a knotted red bow and for a while, I let it sit there. I’m scared to touch it, frightened to even know what it could mean. I never dreamed of this outcome. I tried my hardest never to hope for it or wholly wish for it since the chances of it being true was near impossible.

I will my hands to unwrap the ribbon and search for the one affirmation to make me believe it’s real—as real as the words he spoke. I search for the tag as my fingers brush over the small piece of fabric.

And written on it in his handwriting is word for word, letter for letter—

Byun Baekhyun.

#baekhyun scenario #baekhyun drabble #exo scenario #exo scenarios #baekhyun imagine #baekhyun #byun baekhyun #exo #exo k #enaasteria #drabble game #kpop scenario #kpop imagine #kpop scenarios #baekhyun fluff #is it really fluff tho LMAO

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seleneauger · 7 years ago

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Apartment 5108

To my Tumblr soulmate, dear friend @enaasteria,

I just finished re-reading chapters 1-15 and reading chapter 16 and I’m feeling very emotional and I typed out this monstrosity that’s zeroing at 1300+ words.

I want to start off by saying that your writing is what inspired me to start. I remember getting interested at EXO and stumbling upon Apartment 5108 when it was a few chapters long and getting over that fear of writing and posting it online with your writing contest and honestly this is where my journey started.

And as with many things, it’s the journey that is most enjoyable and is the one that imprints the most in our memories, rather than the destination. So perhaps it is safe to say that this long chunk of text is partly my narration and partly my review.

Moon Ahri’s character was unique from the get go. With many of the fics I read here on Tumblr, most of them involve characters with enjoyable, but rather common qualities. Perhaps it is because fanfiction is a form of escapism, with the place one wants to escape to is ideal. So many characters for me, while enjoyable to read, seldom make a lasting impression to me. Couple this with the fact that my personality was totally different from Ahri (I say was because wow, Apt 5108 is nearing its third year and a lot of things have happened since then), seeing a character so different from me was extremely refreshing.

Reading the chapters the first time made my heart ache a lot. To see someone who has clearly undergone a lot of pain in her life was heart wrenching, and is the quality of Ahri that kept me hooked on reading because I like enaasteria angst lol. The fact that the characters’ ages were also bumped up appealed to me, because I was getting saturated of fics geared towards younger audiences. I honestly placed the characters in Apartment 5108 on a pedestal; they were so engaging and well-written. After re-reading it again, I rediscovered many flaws in firstly Sehun who to me, was the epitome of an ideal boyfriend in the first few chapters. Kind, considerate, flirty. But as the story progressed, there were so many things that made me realize how destructive subconscious behavior could be and that there were things he did that are truly harmful to a person. My emotions for him were fluctuating because there were so many hurtful things he did to Ahri and it is only now that I realize that the reason why I liked him so much was because it was so believable. His actions were so very real and very easy to imagine that he became more than just a character to me. That saying of “a writer can bring a character to life” presented itself to me so squarely in the face that now that I look back on it, much of the characters in this story gave me the same feeling, the feeling that they were real.

There were moments where I thought Ahri was excessively clinging to her loneliness. How she made the darkness she experienced too much a part of her. For a while I couldn’t understand it as I grew up in a different environment and just let the angst make me cry while reading. But since the beginning of this journey, and the months I’ve waited and read the story, I’ve experienced a lot of things and I have found an understanding that transcends words that was contained in that kind of depression and loneliness--- there was that feeling that no matter how illogical one's despair makes us act, there was something familiar about it, almost comforting in the way that there is someone who has experienced the same type of loneliness as you have, albeit in different degrees, that binds us together. And acknowledging that darkness and treating it as a part of you and not the whole of you is the key to acceptance and eventually self-love. Ahri’s growth is immensely inspirational.

It’s funny how my preference for this story's characters kept flipping. Sehun has become a character that showed me how hurtful we can be both to others and oneself and for that reason, the image of him being the ideal person eventually devolving into someone unreasonable and transforming into a stronger and wiser character was so appealing to me, much like the rest of the character growth this story covers.

I used to not like how Ahri was giving in to negativity too much but the development of her character was so real and raw, with all her stumbles and the way she would get back up, recede, fail and gather the strength to move on again that I realize that is where her charm and strength lie.

It’s hard to put into words without rambling a lot, but it’s the slow and steady healing of both of them separately and with the help of Soi, Myungsoo, Chanyeol etc., and their transformation into characters so admirable in the way they’ve overcome their trials that really get to me. Obviously I’m very much attached to the characters and the story, but the two year journey with Ahri and Sehun has made me very sentimental.

(^lol that’s a lie, i definitely teared up T__T)

After rereading chapters 1 to 15, the unrequited love between Ahri and Sehun hit a nerve. For a long time, I suffered in that same state of limbo and my naiveté led me to hurting myself over a boy that would not love me back because he was in love with someone else. But if you ask me again, I wouldn't hesitate to experience all that pain again. Because from the breaking of the waves comes a kind of strength so valuable that it has made me realize things, made me stronger, a little wiser, and more conscious of my surroundings. Ena’s scenes sometimes hit so close to home that her putting these feelings into words, even down to Ahri’s sudden knowledge of Sehun liking her while she was healing made some personal memories resurface (I find it uncanny, but then everything seems too much relatable when you've been in love lol) made me cry, feel sad, relieved, hopeful if anything, for the future because Ahri's character is so admirable in the ways she was able to rise above what life has thrown at her. Honestly Ahri's growth and quiet strength made me tear up in more times than I can count because her journey was so incredibly touching (I remember crying a lot over this series haha)

I firmly believe that every written work of fiction is semi-autobiographical to some extent. So the character that is Moon Ahri has been molded part from imagination, part from real life experiences. It takes great deal of experience to write out such a character. I may not know much about you Ena, but I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again. You have a strong, truly wonderful and radiant soul I know I can recognize anywhere, in any lifetime.

Now even as Apt. 5108 draws to its close, I can say with full confidence that this story has impacted my life greatly. From my perceptions, the laughs, the tears, the squealing and fangirling, to all the emotions I have felt while reading this masterpiece, I would say that it has been quite a ride. An immensely enjoyable, painful, brilliant, wonderful ride and so deserving of the love it has received from your readers and more. It is with certainty that I can say that even those who do not know who Oh Sehun is will enjoy this story. It has been a long journey, one who’s ending I look forward to with a little regret, for something this divinely written makes me sad that it will end, as all stories do, but with this piece especially, Ena can sign off with a flourish, and know that this has greatly touched the lives of her readers, and not just me. And even though the journey hasn’t ended yet, I would really just like to say thank you from the bottom of my heart. It was and still is, an absolute privilege reading Apartment 5108.

#review #enaasteria #messages

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imdifferentshadesofpurple · 5 years ago

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After almost two weeks home from the Philippines, I still have jetlag boo.

I have to be up at 5 am but I’m wide awake so I’m going to read Apartment 5108 for the tenth time because @enaasteria has written my favorite (and I mean favorite) Sehun fic ever.

Pray I’ll get some sleep and check out the brilliance that is Ahri + Sehun. It’s the greatest thing you’ll ever read. xx

#exo #oh sehun #mo’s fic recs

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cherryxjae · 7 years ago

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NCT Fic Rec

Here is a list of some of my fave NCT fics, I thought I’d post just in case anyone wanted any good recommendations. I’m very Jaehyun biased though sorry! A lot of the fics on this list include him, but I do have some other members. I will try update with any other good ones I read.

Ngl I really like angst / slice of life type fics, but unfortunately there’s not many here, I couldn’t really find any. Most on this list are fluff and maybe some angst.

I have read other good ones, but I unfortunately don’t have the links, if I ever find they will be added.

♥ - favorites ! - new

I’ve had to remove some tags due to max limit

Love note ♥ ♥ by chipsandwaffles

I love the concept behind this one so much, its so cute. It’s one of the shorter ones on this list.

Comfort by stormae

Gold Leaf by stormae

Punch Drunk ♥ ♥ by stormae

Oh no 1 2 3 4 5 6 ♥ ♥ by arckook

I remember waiting for the parts to be released for this one, I’d usually check when I came on tumblr. I loved it so much, I ended up reading it a few times.

Trouble for the taking by versigny

Space between us by ewuta

Please remember me by sugarednct

Chrysanthemums ♥ ♥ by huangults

This is so cute! Short again, but so sweet.

Reverse Idol by jieqs

There’s enough room for the both of us by jaebesoindetoi

Oh boy by jaehotbuns

33% arigathanksgozaimuch

Elevator Music 1 2 3 4 5 by chipsandwaffles

Memoirs of the broken people ♥ ♥ by bba-sae

Plummet 1 2 ♥ ♥ by f1gs

Escape by xofanfics

I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified ♥ ♥ by honeytaeyong

Dark chocolate 1 2 ♥ ♥ by planettaeil

Memories by monbabu

I’ll be waiting by chittafont

Vice Versa by chittafont

Goodbye Summer by chittafont

Delusional by chittafont

Death of the cat 1 2 3 by kaepop-trash

Fix you 1 2 3 4 by @leetaeyongwonhi

Freckled Beauty ♥ ♥ by leetaeyongwonhi

The space between girl and friend 1 2 by leetaeyongwonhi

Last Dance by xofanfics

“Do you ever think we should just stop doing this?” + “Are you happy with him?” by fluffyjenope

Dusted Confessions by @taeyongtime

Brothers bestfriend by @suhsexual

Tempting ♥ ♥ by xofanfics

Blue jeans ♥ ♥ by @phantasmct

Lines ♥ ♥ by phantasmct

First date ♥ ♥ ♥ by tuanstrash

Friday boy 1 2 ♥ ♥ by heartachetosing

Jealousy by @yoonohmg

The ones with thorns ♥ ♥ by tensify

Back 2 U by @idolimagines

Anemoia by kaepop-trash

Hallway to heaven by sopewriters

Luminous ♥ ♥ by carminseok

circles by zeromilenct

Documented feelings 1 2 by alabastertouch

Always by chittafont

Unfortunate Events ♥ ♥ ♥ by turtletaemin

3am ♥ ♥ ♥ by @timelessjae

Stepping back ♥ ♥ ♥ by @welovekpopscenarios

From paris with love ♥ ♥ ♥ by alabastertouch

Catching the right time ♥ ♥ ♥ by alabastertouch

Baby don’t like it 1 2 3 by @maknaesdancersrappers

I missed you by @camomileteasposts

Devoted by maknaesdancersrappers

And in the end ♥ ♥ ♥ by bba-sae

Too good at goodbyes (pt 1) by @jeongjaehyum

Dalliance in drudgery by @c-aurelius

roommate!jaehyun by @taeshu

Pink ♥ ♥ ♥ by @enaasteria

Every breath you take (series complete) by @neoculturetechonmymind

Messy Boy by @chipswithfanfics

Hiraeth by @august-angel0802

A slight smell of strawberry shortcake ♥ ♥ ♥ by minigguk

Love you goodbye by ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ @serendipityseulgi

Falling from grace by ♥ ♥ @jaehoneyed (series ongoing masterlist on the profile)

Waking up beside jaehyun by @crimsonwars

Breaking up 1 2 by crimsonwars

Black and blue by @okmica

Saudade by ♥ ♥ ♥ @taezhu

Canvas ♥ by @ohmyonibugi

Please, please, please ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ by @softestsehun

Juliet alpha echo ♥ ♥ by stormae

Summer’s over and so are we (three parts) by @dyngdo !!

Come back by @chipsandwaffles

Holier Than Thou ♥ ♥ by @stormae

omg I loved this one, tattoo artist ten yes.

Painted are the living by stormae

Order of the Diadem 1 2 3 final ♥ ♥ by stormae

Offended by stormae

Punch Drunk Recreation by @bba-sae

Grow ♥ ♥ by chittafont

Illustrated Haiku by chittafont

Universe by chittafont

friendstolovers by chittafont

Two Houses by chittafont

Seven Minutes in Heaven by @chittafont

Thursday by @sweaterpawstaeyong

Deep space by stormae

Natural Disaster 1 2 ♥ ♥ by @chittafont

Homeroom ♥ ♥ by @sopewriters

Freelance by suhsexual !!!!

The roommate code by @taeyxong

Crush by @floraltaeil

Art and other things by @bba-sae

Moon River ♥ ♥ by @chittafont

How would you feel by @chittafont

Regret by @jj-nyoung

Reasons why I can’t forget you ♥ ♥ by @taeyongtime

Dangerously, You’re Beautiful 00 01 02 ♥ ♥ by @yougotthatbilly

His thoughts at midnight by @chittafont

Drawing Hearts by @tensify

Fragile by @f1gs

Covert Affair by @suhsexual

Briar and bramble by taeyongtime

The way gravity works ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ by @gijeon !! (oh my goddd I loved this one)

Tabula Rasa by ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ taeyongtime

Across the hall (series) ♥ ♥ ♥ by @jaehoneyed !!!

Sun dust ♥ ♥ ♥ by @stormae

Hands down one of my all time faves, I loved this one so much, everything about it.

Home ♥ ♥ by @starlightyukhei

Our secret by xofanfics

Pseudonym by @kaepop-trash

Sweet Lies by @neocultvretechs

Breath by sugarednct

Some people have angels ♥ ♥ by stormae

Cigarette daydreams ♥ ♥ ♥ by taeyxong

How to let go by @am-phitrite

Secret Crush by @hwarang-my-loves

Used by ♥ ♥ nctctzen

Locked hearts by hyuckios

(not) meant to be by @yougotthatbilly

Lit by stormae

Johnny / Jaehyun - Let it go ♥ ♥ ♥ by @yougotthatbilly

Disaster Training ♥ ♥ ♥ by taect

Soleil luna by taeyongtime !!!!

Floor by chittafont

Old flame by xofanfics

Bliss by @suhsexual

High hopes ♥ ♥ by chittafont

Promises ♥ ♥ by taeyxong

Happiness ♥ ♥ by tensify

Confession by imaginemarklee

Lilac ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ by @serendipityseulgi

Anticipate the moss rose ♥ ♥ by stromae !!!

Heartbeat by chittafont

Its right there by @mikemikebungee !!!

la vie en rose ♥ by taeyxong !!!!

Jungwoo x Yukhei

Different by softforjungwoo

This isn’t a written fic, but the story is told through snapchats, texts and messages etc. I have never read anything like this before ( or even seen something like it tbh) but I wish there were more like it bc this was so cute and told in such a good way!

softforjungwoo

Masterlist (I really like all their work so i’ll just include the masterlist)

OPTIONAL BIAS

Masterlist

by thorns-and--thistles

Thought I would include this since shes probably my all time fave author on here. Everything is optional bias and I decided to just list the master list since they are all really good.

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