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Leader Jiwon

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eun charisma ↗

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Galaxy Merger: Chapter ONE

Galaxy Merger: An Eun Jiwon Fanfic

Second-person POV

Long work

Ongoing

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Will be updated once a week or every other week.

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Chapter ONE

It’s only been your second week at your new work, but stress has already taken its toll on you. That night, you skip hwesik and go to Han River Park instead. You sit at one of the benches and admire the contrast between the still water and ever lively city on the other side. Even at night, skyscrapers illuminate your view, a proof that time stops for no one. Couples and groups of friends pass you by, almost like an insult to your loneliness. You are reminded of the family and life you left behind to work in a different country.

With the strong wind, glooming city lights, and sudden surge of emotions, you almost haven’t the slightest idea as to what caused tears to run down your eyes. Usually, you’d quickly wipe them and compose yourself, but who could possibly care about you when you know literally no one in this big city. And so, you let the tears freely flow down your face. They’ve been yearning for an escape, anyway.

The dazzling lights escaping from building windows and neon signs soon become orbs as saltwater fill your eyes. By then, you are already sniffling, and you try your best not to sob like a missing child. Someone sits at the other end of the bench, but you can’t be bothered to look or to tell them to go away. You discreetly wipe your face using the sleeves of your sweater - discreet, in your point of view at least. The person beside you reaches out a hand holding a pastel blue handkerchief.

“No, it’s okay,” is your best attempt at a refusal.

“I insist. Take it,” was the reply, and for a split second, you feel less alone.

The voice you hear is too familiar to be coming from a stranger. It sounds comforting, and if you ever come back home, you imagine that this is exactly how the welcoming will sound like. The voice feels like home.

You take the handkerchief out of politeness.

“Thank yo-,” you do not finish your sentence upon seeing whose hand you are almost touching.

I must be dreaming. Or going crazy. These words are all you can think about.

It’s Eun Jiwon. The Eun Jiwon you saw at a concert a year ago. He is now handing you a handkerchief.

He is smiling - the kind of smile that‘s out of satisfaction. It’s like saying I’m glad you’re accepting it. He’s looking at a distance - at the city lights you were just admiring minutes ago - but you can feel that the smile is at you. For you, almost.

You grab the handkerchief and slowly take it away, never once breaking your gaze. You’ve never been this close to him, but somehow, it feels like you are intruding. His eyes say that there is something wrong - like you both share the same loneliness or same heavy heart. So you keep quiet in your seat, and he keeps quiet in his.

[orewareije]

(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZYwXHV5-x6w)

[woobinseok]

jaejin literally has NO fear —

[woobinseok]

jaeduck: - eating a cinnamon roll -

suwon, mumbling: cannibalism.

jaeduck: ?????

[woobinseok]

suwon: you remind me of the ocean

jiwon: elaborate

suwon: so fucking salty

[woobinseok]

[ in court ]

jaejin: - whispers to his lawyer suwon -

suwon: this literally has nothing to do with the case

jaejin, whispering: just ask

suwon: your honour, jaejin would like to know if you think perverted ghosts watch us shower

[woobinseok]

jaejin is literally the cutest,, 🥺

[woobinseok]

sad song 💛

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Galaxy Merger: Chapter TWO

Galaxy Merger: An Eun Jiwon Fanfic

Second-person POV

Long work

Ongoing

Please DO NOT reupload entire chapters or the entire work.

Will be updated once a week or every other week.

You can take out quotes, but when reposting excerpts or quotes, please give proper credit. You can either (a) tag @kingsofvariety on Twitter or (b) just put Nica Rodriguez as the writer/author. Thank you!

For the other chapters, you can visit my profile.

Chapter TWO

You look back to where your eyes previously were, so now, you are both looking at the same landscape. You try to gauge the atmosphere between the two of you. You try to feel him and his emotions. Something about the situation makes you hesitant to look at him again. And so you just try to take in every second and to remember how each of them feels like.

You have been a fan of Eun Jiwon ever since Sechskies reunited. And just last year, you were able to see them live for the first time. It was your first time in Seoul, and it’s not because you came as a tourist, but simply because you wanted to attend a concert. In retrospect, of course, you never thought that you’d be working in Seoul a year later and would be sitting next to Eun Jiwon as you both drown in your thoughts.

Despite being two feet apart, you can feel him breathing. You finally try to look at him but without actually turning your head towards him, so your eyes do all the work. He’s just like his usual self - the Eun Jiwon you see on shows. Quiet and reserved, but something about him is appealing. Something just draws you in.

The two of you are both very still, and the scene, completely quiet - the biggest hints that this is reality, for if it were a dream, you’d probably be exchanging numbers by now.

You’ve always promised yourself that if by any heaven-sent chance you bump into him on your way to work or off work, you’d talk to him and well, as cliché and basic as it may sound, ask for a selfie. But it is obviously not the perfect time for that. You know that you won’t be able to forgive yourself if you disrupt his peace and quiet - one that he might have been waiting for in such a long while.

And just before the frustration brought by the coincidence kills you, an idea crosses your mind.

You unzip your backpack and take out your pen and planner. You absolutely hate ripping pages off of planners and books, but tonight, there’s no time to worry about the aesthetics of your trusty planner. So, you slowly and quietly rip off the last page, all while making sure you do not distract him. He doesn’t budge, so you give off a sigh of relief.

You then start writing. You gather all of the Korean words you know and put them on one corner of your brain to save for the letter you are making.

Hello, is what you right on the top-left corner of the page.

First of all, I’d like to thank you for the handkerchief. I wasn’t expecting that anyone would notice me, but here you are.

You think of ending it there, but it just doesn’t feel right. So, you write more.

I’m a huge fan of yours, so believe that this encounter won’t easily fade away from my mind. I’ve been feeling lonely since I just moved here, but seeing you like this made me feel better. I don’t want to disturb you, so instead of talking to you, I just decided to write this letter. I hope that whatever is bothering you now won’t bother you again tomorrow or the next days after. We’ll always be cheering for you.

I’d like to give you some time alone, so I’ll be leaving now. Thank you for comforting me with your presence tonight. I feel bad that I can’t do the same.

‘Til we meet again.

You end it with your name and signature. You fold it twice, pack your stuff, and get ready to leave. Before standing up, you slowly slide your letter down the bench until it presses against his finger. He looks at you, down at the letter, and then back at you again. You let go of the paper and give him a faint smile. You quickly push yourself up and walk away.

Despite feeling better about your situation, you somehow feel heavier as well. You keep taking step after step, and your body tells you that you can’t stop and look back because there is no turning back now. This is the choice you decided to make. You decided to give him his privacy and alone time. It’s not necessarily a noble thing to do because any decent human being will do the same, but somehow, you are not satisfied. You keep thinking about him. You keep thinking about what brought him to the park. You keep thinking about his eyes - how they looked like they were longing for something.

But of course, you have no other choice but to simply wonder. You had to leave him alone, and you did the right thing.

You are probably already sixty feet away from the bench when you hear a raspy voice calling out. All your thoughts are put to rest.

“Excuse me, Miss!”

You quickly turn around thinking that you dropped something.