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noona-clock · 3 months ago

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Fourever 🍀 Sad Ending

Genre: Small Town!AU, Innkeeper!AU, Exes to Lovers, Angsty with a happy ending

Pairing: Dowoon x You

Warnings: Mentions of loss, death, and illness

Words: 4,907

Welcome to the Show 🍀 Happy 🍀 The Power of Love 🍀 Get the Hell Out 🍀 Sad Ending 🍀 Let Me Love You 🍀 Didn't Know

The moment the magic unraveled You spat out, "Where's the love?" This love’s expiration date has already passed Whenever you see me, you always look happy With pretty lips that smiled at me I can't believe you told me "Being with you doesn't make me happy anymore" Love was scratched by a single word Shattered out of control

You weren't sure what was throwing you off more at the moment: the fact that you were back home or the fact that your parents had just dropped you off at The Driftwood Inn.

Honestly, there wasn't an obvious answer.

You hadn't been home in years, and that was by design. When you'd left your incredibly small seaside hometown for University in a huge, bustling city, you'd never looked back. Somehow, you'd managed to successfully avoid even one single trip back home by persuading your parents to spend every single holiday at your apartment (probably because your dad couldn't resist a good road trip, and your other dad couldn't resist good shopping and food. Plus, they'd wasted almost no time in turning your old bedroom into a crafting workshop, so you wouldn't have had a place to sleep if you had visited them here).

Well, you wouldn't have had a place to sleep besides the Driftwood Inn.

And that leads us to the main reason you hadn't been home in years: Dowoon.

Dowoon's family had owned this inn since long before either of you had been born; it, and the whole family, occupied a huge place in the heart of this town.

Dowoon also happened to be your ex-boyfriend.

Sure, the two of you had dated in middle and high school. You'd been babies! But the relationship had lasted for seven years, and you'd been completely and totally in love. When you'd gone off to University, Dowoon had stayed here, and you'd broken his heart by deciding that long distance just wasn't going to work.

To be honest, you'd broken your own heart, too. You may have been a tiny bit unnecessarily cruel when you'd broken up with him, and only later on -- years after -- had you realized you'd been lashing out because of anger and sadness and confusion. Dowoon had wanted to stay here rather than go with you. As a teenager, you'd viewed that as him choosing his comfort zone over you. But as an adult, you recognized that you'd basically done the same thing: you'd chosen your sense of adventure over him.

To add to it, your dads had passed along the news to you a few years ago that Dowoon's parents had tragically passed away in a boating accident. While your heart had ached for him, you had ultimately decided that seeing or hearing from you could only make things worse for Dowoon.

So, yeah, you'd avoided coming home so you wouldn't have to face all those uncomfortable feelings and conversations.

But now here you were. Back home for the first time because your dad had recently received a pretty scary diagnosis, and you'd known immediately upon hearing the news that you couldn't be anywhere else (at least for the time being).

You hadn't heard a single word from Dowoon after you'd left all those years ago, so you assumed he had moved on from his life here, but still. Standing in front of The Driftwood Inn immediately transported you back in time, and the jury was still out on whether or not it was a good feeling. It was nostalgic, that's for sure, but it also still hurt. In a way, you almost wished Dowoon did still live and work here so you could make sure he was doing all right.

In a very, very small way.

With a sigh, as you heard your dad's car sputtering away from the inn, you grabbed the handle of your suitcase and headed up the familiar brick pathway.

Although, it wasn't exactly familiar because some of the bricks looked a bit crumbly, and there were some overgrown weeds here and there.

Whoever bought it after the death of Dowoon's parents didn't seem to be doing a fantastic job with the upkeep.

And now that you were closer, you could see the faded paint of the door, the cobwebs in the windows and bushes, and a few pieces of rotting wood on the siding.

It had looked all right from far away -- the same as you'd remembered. But now that you saw how much things needed to be repaired and cleaned up, it broke your heart a little bit.

But, really, wasn't that just like life, in general? Things seemed okay from far away, but when you looked closer, you could easily pick out the cracks and broken pieces.

The front door stuck a little as you turned the handle and pushed it open, and you had to press your shoulder against it, using just a bit of your weight to get it unstuck.

But then, suddenly, the door offered no resistance at all, and you toppled inside.

Right into someone's chest.

"Oh, sorry!" you gasped at the exact same time the person said, "Are you okay?"

And you immediately froze.

Because you knew that voice.

And, as it turns out, you should've known the chest you'd just fallen into. You'd hugged and cuddled it many, many, many times.

But, apparently, all those years had changed him physically enough so that the feeling of his arms around you didn't instantly make you feel warm and safe and secure.

Or maybe you had been the one to change.

Your heart began to pound against your ribcage, and you knew if you didn't move in the next two seconds, things would get infinitely more awkward than you knew they were already going to be. So, you used the handle of your suitcase to regain your balance and stood up, your arms burning where his hands gently gripped you.

And when you pushed your hair out of your face and locked eyes with him, you saw the shock swiftly overtake his features.

"...Hi," you greeted, and honestly, the look on his face perfectly matched the way you felt inside.

"Y/N," he breathed. "What... what are you doing here?"

You chuckled awkwardly, shifting your weight as you tried to manage your internal anxiety and discomfort. "I'm staying here."

Dowoon's forehead wrinkled, but he made no other movement just yet. "I saw your dad made a reservation, but I figured it was for your grandparents again. I didn't realize..."

There were so many ways you could've responded to him. You could've apologized -- for so many things! You could've kept it professional and asked him to check you in. You could've just laughed awkwardly!

But, no.

For some reason you may never figure out but certainly not for lack of trying (this very moment would absolutely pop into your head while you were trying to go to sleep one night about five years from now), you said, "Surprise!"

This love No matter how much I try to think about it and try to fill it up It keeps shrinking It’s all leaking out The happiness that I wanted If it's bad for you Let's end it all Let's kill it all I'll take it all I'll be the only one who's sad No matter how much I try to build it up while fighting It keeps cracking It just crumbles down If my despair If it makes you happy Let's end it all Let’s kill it all I’ll take it all Ending where you're the only one smiling With your cold expression You spout out, "Where’s the love?" My heart was thrown away As if rotten

Dowoon had never been one to wear his emotions on his sleeve, but you'd gotten to know him well enough as a teenager to expertly interpret his facial expressions. And right now, he was not happy to see you.

"I'm sorry," you blurted out as you followed him to the front desk. "I didn't realize -- And I didn't think you were even still -- I promise I wasn't trying to --"

Okay, obviously you weren't going to be able to get out a complete sentence.

So, you simply repeated, "I'm sorry."

"No, you're good," Dowoon murmured as he tapped away on the keyboard, his gaze focused on the computer monitor.

You knew that wasn't even close to the truth, but pushing him about it would only lead to increased awkwardness. You were in town indefinitely -- which meant you were staying at the Driftwood Inn indefinitely -- so there was going to be plenty of time to hash everything out.

"You'll be in room two just down the hall," Dowoon told you, handing you an old-fashioned brass key and nodding toward the hallway to your right. "I'll be around, so let me know if you need anything."

"Sure," you replied.

And with that, Dowoon walked away from the desk and headed outside without another word.

You let out a very deep sigh before gripping your suitcase handle and heading down to your room, unlocking the door clumsily (you were used to electronic locks in this day and age, okay?). As soon as you stepped inside, another wave of nostalgia hit you. You'd already noticed that the lobby and front desk hadn't changed, and now you saw the rooms themselves hadn't changed, either. Everything seemed to be exactly the same as it had been when you'd spent almost every waking minute here with Dowoon.

In a way, you were glad because it brought back so many fond memories. But it also broke your heart because you couldn't fathom how Dowoon was able to live and work here without his family. Seeing the paintings his mom had picked out decades ago and hung on the walls made you want to cry -- how did Dowoon handle it?

Okay, thinking about Dowoon's family only introduced thoughts of your own family and the reason you were here in the first place. If you thought about either of those things too much, you would most likely have an emotional breakdown. So! After wheeling in your suitcase and leaving it by your bed, you headed back out into the hallway, locked your door behind you, and walked straight to the back porch.

Just as you'd hoped, the firepit was already up and running, and there was still a scattering of plush armchairs around it. You plopped down onto one of those armchairs, pulling your legs up and hugging your knees to your chest. The warmth from the firepit touched your feet first before it gradually spread to the rest of your body, and it took no time at all for your gaze to fall to the flames, your vision blurring as you tried to empty your thoughts.

Some time later (you honestly couldn't be sure how long it had been since you'd come out here), the sound of the back door opening broke into your vacuous mind. The flames came back into focus, and you glanced over your shoulder to see Dowoon standing in the doorway.

"Sorry," he muttered before taking a step back.

"No!" you exclaimed, much louder than you'd anticipated. "No, it's okay. You don't have to leave. If there's something you need to take care of, I can --"

Dowoon's forehead wrinkled slightly. "I was going to put out the fire."

"...Oh."

"I'll come back later."

"Dowoon, wait," you called out before he could leave. And then you heard yourself admit something you hadn't even realized was true: "I could use some company right now."

He hesitated, his expression uncertain, so you added, "We don't have to talk, I just... don't really want to be alone right now."

Dowoon's face softened slightly at your words, and he stepped onto the porch, letting the door gently close behind him.

You waited until he had taken a spot in another armchair before you relaxed again. You could already feel the tension between the two of you, but at this moment, it was better than being alone.

There was silence for a good five minutes before Dowoon said quietly, "I heard about your dad. You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, but I'm really sorry. If you need anything..."

You wanted to point out that he was already doing something for you -- you'd already needed company, and he was helping you at this very moment. You wanted to thank him for being so thoughtful. You wanted to tell him that you were scared and the anxiety of so many unknown variables was weighing on you.

But what you found yourself saying instead was, "How can you say all that after not hearing a single word from me since I left? Your parents died, and I didn't even bother sending you a text much less coming here to see you and offering to help. You should be angry at me! You should be petty and disgusted and -- and -- and angry! Because that's what I deserve!"

Unsurprisingly, tears had welled up in your eyes as the words had spilled out of your mouth; you roughly swiped at your eyes to try and stop them from falling.

"Y/N, please," Dowoon whispered. "We don't have to --"

"I'm a coward, I know!" you interrupted, even though you knew the smart decision would have been to keep quiet. But Dowoon's thoughtful words and quiet voice only reminded you of how absent you'd been. "I didn't want to reach out to you because I was afraid of bringing up all my feelings and the hurt I caused. I knew you were going through something so horrific, but I put my own discomfort ahead of your tragedy, and that was so selfish but you still want to help me?"

When Dowoon had opened that back door, you never would've guessed you'd end up saying all of this to him with tears streaming down your face. But here we are.

"Yes!" Dowoon answered, his voice louder than normal. "Yes, I do still want to help you, okay?! Because I know what you must be feeling, and I know that it sucks to have no one be there for you. Was I hurt that you didn't reach out? Of course I was! I've hurt every day for the past ten years or however long it's been since you left. But that doesn't mean I don't care about you! Even if you don't care about me anymore, I still care about you, and that's just the way it is!"

Before you could say anything, he got up and went back inside, letting the door slam shut after him.

There's only a handful of hope It turned into ashes It's spreading away uncontrollably This love No matter how much I try to think about it and try to fill it up It keeps shrinking It's all leaking out The happiness that I wanted If it’s bad for you Let's end it all Let's kill it all I'll take it all I'll be the only one who's sad

There was absolutely no way you were getting any sleep tonight.

First of all, your dad had called you just after you'd brushed your teeth to tell you about your other dad's doctor's appointment tomorrow. You were not looking forward to it and were also preparing for more bad news.

Second of all, you kept going through what happened on the back porch. You wanted to crawl into a hole and never get out when you thought about everything you'd said.

And that desire to crawl into a hole only led you to remember how you felt after you'd broken up with Dowoon -- you'd felt exactly the same way. You'd lost count of how many nights you'd spent lying in bed in your dorm room, the words you'd said to him echoing in your brain.

"No, don't worry, Y/N," he had said. "Our love is strong enough to handle the distance, I know it."

"It's not just about love. It's about the relationship. I'll be busy with school, you'll be busy here at the inn. We'll never get to see each other!"

"Yeah, but we can call each other."

"You hate talking on the phone."

"But not to you."

You had simply raised your eyebrows at him.

"So, what, you're breaking up with me because I don't want to call you?"

"No!" you'd cried.

"Because being long-distance will be too hard? You just want things to be easy?"

"That's not --"

"So, are you just going to start dating the first guy you meet in your classes because you'll get to see him every day?"

"What?! No! Dowoon, that's so not --"

"Then why do we have to break up?!"

"Because I want to be free!"

Just as you had earlier today, the words had just blurted themselves out. You hadn't even known you'd been thinking them.

"I don't want to be tied down and feel like I'm obligated to come visit during school breaks," you'd continued.

Dowoon had simply stared at you for a few seconds, his expression stern but, ultimately, unreadable -- even for you.

"Got it," he'd muttered. "I didn't know you felt like you were obligated to be with me, but I --"

"No, stop putting words in my mouth!"

"You just said that! You just said you don't want to feel obligated, and if that's how coming home to see me would make you feel, then I guess I've been in love on my own! I guess you can leave and live your life, and I'll be the only one who's sad about this ending!"

You'd already felt guilty for what you'd said to him, and then hearing his words was more than you could take. You'd left without another word.

You'd loved him back then. Deeply. And, if you were being honest with yourself, you hadn't felt that way about anyone else since.

But the idea of living here, in this tiny little town, for the rest of your life? The idea of settling down and getting married and having children and running the inn had terrified you. You'd wanted to see more and do more and be more than what this place had to offer. Dowoon hadn't. So, you could've either stayed together and tried long-distance only to realize that you didn't want to come back after graduating and broken up then or you could've done what you ended up doing and broken up before you left. In your mind, there hadn't been a door number three, and you'd chosen the path of least resistance.

Looking back, you knew you'd made the right decision, even if the way you'd gone about it hadn't been perfect.

Your time at University had been life-changing. You'd met so many new people, you'd experienced so many new things, you'd visited so many new places. You wouldn't take any of it back if you were given the chance.

But now that you were here, and now that things had turned out the way they'd turned out, you were slowly coming to the realization that being around the people you loved was actually the most important thing in life.

It only made you angry with yourself that it took the possibility of losing one of your parents to make you understand this, but... it is what it is. You couldn't change the past, and you couldn't even really change the present.

But you could change the future.

It's dark now The curtain has come down Our story It became a tragedy No matter how much I try to think about it and try to fill it up It keeps shrinking It's all leaking out

When it became clear that you weren't getting any sleep, you threw your quilt back and swung your legs over the side of the bed, feeling around on the glossy hardwood floor for your slippers.

You silently shuffled to the door, opening it as gently and slowly as you could in case Dowoon hadn't replaced the hinges. Once you'd successfully made it into the hallway, you turned the handle before you closed the door behind you so you could close it just as quietly as you'd opened it. There weren't any other guests, so you didn't bother locking it behind you, but you still didn't want to wake up Dowoon.

As soon as you arrived at the kitchen doorway, though, you discovered your plan had been for naught. The very person you were trying not to disturb was sitting at the kitchen table with a steaming mug of something.

Dowoon straightened up when he noticed you, but he didn't say anything.

"Sorry," you mumbled. "I couldn't sleep, and I didn't think you'd still be up."

Dowoon lifted his shoulders in a shrug. "I couldn't sleep either."

You wrapped your arms around yourself, partly as a coping technique but also because it was much colder than you'd first realized. "What have you got there?" you asked as you peered into his mug.

"Hot chocolate," he replied, the barest hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. "...Do you want some?"

"Oh, I can make it," you assured him.

But he had already stood up from his chair and was making his way over toward the stove.

"No, Dowoon, I can do it if you just show me --"

"Go sit down," he ordered gently. "I got it."

It was simply too late to argue, so you did as you were told and slid into the chair on the opposite side of the table.

Just a few minutes later, Dowoon set down a mug in front of you, and the delicious, comforting scent of cocoa and milk filled your senses.

"Thank you," you grinned before lifting the mug to your lips and taking the tiniest sip.

Of course, it was far too hot to drink right now, so you set your mug back down, wrapping your fingers around it to keep them warm while you waited.

As you sat and Dowoon softly slurped his own hot chocolate, you knew that you couldn't let yourself blurt anything out this time. That never led to a happy ending.

But you needed to say something.

"I'm sorry," you began, avoiding his gaze by staring at the mini marshmallow beginning to melt in your drink. "For everything. And please don't say that I don't need to apologize because I do. I'm sorry for the way I ended things. I'm sorry for the things I said. At the time, that was how I felt. I was scared of living here forever and never experiencing everything I'd read about and seen on TV. I didn't want to be one of those people who just got married and settled down fresh out of school even though... I loved you. I really did, and I've never felt that way about anyone else, so please don't ever think that I don't care about you."

When you glanced up, you saw Dowoon was doing exactly what you had been doing: staring at the contents of his mug. His brow was furrowed deeply right now, and he was biting the inside of his cheek -- you knew that was his way to stop himself from crying. And that, of course, made you want to cry.

"I do care about you, I just... I was scared to come back here and see you. I was scared to reach out to you because I -- I didn't know what to say. I didn't feel like there was anything I could say, not after what I said before I left. I wasn't even sure you wanted to see me. Trust me, I've regretted it for a long time."

"Regretted what?" Dowoon croaked. "Breaking up with me or never reaching out?"

You had to swallow down the lump of emotion in your throat before you could answer. "Both," you answered.

Dowoon let out a deep sigh, and you took the opportunity to sip at your hot chocolate again.

After a minute or two, he said, "How long will you be here?"

"I'm not sure," you admitted. "It all depends on..."

"Right," Dowoon nodded. "Well... do you think... we can at least become friends again?"

For the first time in a long time, you felt your heart flutter. And for the first time since your dad had called you to break the news about his illness, you felt the tiniest bit of hope blooming in your chest.

"I think so," you replied.

The day you'd left The Driftwood Inn -- and Dowoon -- for the last time, and just about every day since, you'd tried to come to terms with the fact that the curtain had come down on your relationship. You'd closed the book, you'd turned the lights off, you'd shut the door and thrown away the key.

But now maybe you had reason to believe it wasn't quite the end. Maybe you'd simply finished a chapter and were now moving on to the next.

No matter how much I try to build it up while fighting It keeps cracking It just crumbles down If my despair If it makes you happy Let's end it all Let's kill it all I'll take it all Ending where you're the only one smiling

One Year Later

You couldn't quite believe it, but you had to admit it to yourself as you stepped out of the car: it was good to be home.

After spending six months here while your dad had received treatment, you'd been able to move back to your apartment in the city once things were looking fairly optimistic -- but only temporarily. During those six months, you'd decided it was time to leave your life in the city behind and live as close to your loved ones as possible.

And, hopefully, that would include Dowoon.

Unsurprisingly, the two of you had, indeed, grown closer during your time here. There had been nothing romantic because neither of you had been in the right frame of mind for it. You'd been focused on being there for your dads, and you'd come to realize that Dowoon was still grieving his family. Not only that, he keenly felt the pressure from the rest of the town to keep the Driftwood Inn up and running as it had been for decades -- the slight disrepair and lack of updates had made sense after he'd admitted that.

So, you'd gently pushed him to see a therapist. You'd offered to help him paint and order materials to spruce things up. More importantly, you'd urged him to spruce things up the way he wanted to. It was his inn now, and he could do whatever he wanted. If he wanted to keep it the same as it had always been to feel closer to his family, that was fine. If he wanted to change up everything to fit his personality, that was fine. Whatever he chose, you would support him.

Of course, there had been a great number of times you'd wanted something to happen between you and Dowoon. You'd spent many late nights drinking hot chocolate together and many early mornings watching the sunrise on the beach. Too often you'd imagined the sweet, marshmallow-y taste of his kiss. The warmth of his embrace against the ocean breeze. The way your head would fit perfectly into the curve of his neck as you sat side-by-side.

Alas, you knew the timing hadn't been right.

But maybe now...?

The moving truck had just left your brand-new house, and the first thing you'd wanted to do didn't involve unpacking your mountain of boxes. You'd borrowed your dad's car and headed right to the Driftwood Inn to see Dowoon.

You'd kept in touch via text after you moved back to the city, of course, but Dowoon had been suspiciously quiet about anything having to do with the renovations, so you had no idea what the inn would look like. (You'd also been suspiciously quiet about your decision to move back here, so Dowoon most likely had no idea you were coming.)

When you pulled up to it, the outside was pretty much the same -- just better. The brick pathway had been replaced, new flowers had been planted, the siding, trim, and roof all looked immaculate.

After you opened the front door (which didn't stick this time), you saw the inside also looked mostly the same. There'd been some paint color, furniture, and decor changes here and there, but if you had walked in blindfolded, you still would've known this was the Driftwood. Dowoon had managed to keep the essence of the inn alive while still adding his own touches.

In other words, it was perfect.

Except for the fact that it was totally empty. Dowoon wasn't at the front desk as he normally was, so you called out his name.

A few seconds went by with no answer.

You headed down the hallway to the back porch, and you were greeted by a roaring fire in the shiny, new firepit -- but still no Dowoon.

Just as you were about to get your phone out to call him, you noticed a figure standing on the beach. It could only be one person -- the very person you were looking for -- so you slipped through the porch door, tiptoed over the wooden bridge connecting the inn to the beach, and took off your shoes to trudge silently through the sand.

Before you could reach him, though, Dowoon turned around and saw you.

"Aw, man," you chuckled. "I was going to surprise you."

The look on his face clearly showed that you still had. He'd jumped a little, his eyes widening at your presence.

"Y/N," he said, equally confused and excited. "What are you doing here?"

"Well..." you began as you came to stand right in front of him, the wind blowing your hair across your face.

Dowoon delicately reached up to tuck the loose strands behind your ear, and you truly almost broke down and kissed him right then and there.

"I'm back," you answered simply.

"I can see that."

"No... I'm back. For good."

Dowoon furrowed his brow, his initial confusion fully taking over. "What do you mean?"

You bit back a smile and, taking a breath to fortify your courage, you reached out and gently grasped his fingers, intertwining them with yours.

"I'm home," you said softly, allowing your smile to fully curve your lips as you locked eyes with him.

He seemed to finally understand; his forehead smoothed out, and a smile to match yours appeared on his mouth. He squeezed your hands, and that's when you knew.

Dowoon had been -- and would always be -- your past. Not everything about it was worth remembering, but a lot of it was.

But now you knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that he was also your future. And just like the past, you were sure some things wouldn't be worth remembering. The two of you were still messy, complicated, fragile human beings, after all. You would argue and have bad days and experience loss of every kind together.

But you would have each other. And that's all that really mattered in the end.

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nextchae · 6 months ago

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⋆·˚ ༘ * nextchae’s old masterlist

ateez

reactions ↳ having a supermodel gf ↳ their significant other feeling insecure ↳ another member being your ult bias ↳ having a curvier significant other ↳ someone checking out their significant other

mtl ↳ start a relationship with a fan ↳ easily fall in love ↳ doing cheesy things with their significant other

bts

one shots ↳ yoongi dating

reactions ↳ falling for their language tutor ↳ he's upset

bts as boyfriends ↳ j hope

day6

reactions ↳ having a curvier significant other ↳ confessing to their crush ↳ someone checking out their significant other

mtl ↳ act shy around their crush ↳ doing cheesy things with their significant other

day6 as boyfriends ↳ jae ↳ sungjin ↳ young k ↳ wonpil ↳ dowoon

got7

one shots ↳ mark number 63 arranged love ↳ jaebeom 50 & 52 ↳ jinyoung 16 & 17

reactions ↳ you're drunk

got7 as boyfriends ↳ jaebeom ↳ yugyeom

seventeen

one shots ↳ joshua cat eyes

reactions ↳ seeing their crush doing a kind act - vocal unit ↳ boyfriend wears women's clothes - hip hop unit ↳ you crack your fingers - performance unit ↳ finding out they're going to be a dad ↳ wisdom teeth removed - hip hop unit ↳ you can't sleep ↳ you walk home in the rain

mtl ↳ easily fall in love ↳ dating an artist ↳ dating a poet

seventeen as best friends ↳ s coups ↳ jeonghan ↳ joshua

stray kids

reactions ↳ you're sick

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eatsbop · 2 years ago

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Mr.Kim when Minji has a boyfriend: I'm gonna kill this boy and fed him to the dogs

Hansoo when Taehoon has a boyfriend: Huh why would you date Taehoon? Did my son bullied you?? Did he threatened you? 😳

The world is unfair.

Certainly Minji doesn't think this way because Dabin is allowed to paint her nails any color she wants and Uncle Jincheol even buys her nail polish himself.

They've worked so hard painting it neatly though!

Her dad has no idea! Completely no idea how much soda they had to buy Taehoon so he would willingly blow on her nails in that particular gentleness so it won't disturb the paint and it'll dry evenly!

Noooooo, it's not because of that. Not because as soon as he arrived and saw her pretty nails, her dad freaked and had the nail polish removed because the chemicals would seep into her bloodstream straight to her liver and kidneys. What even?! They've worked so hard on it all afternoon. Darn it. If Uncle Hansoo hadn't promised to talk some sense to her dad, she'd really rebel. But no. That's not it.

That's not the reason why she, Kim Minji, is in a bad mood.

"..and I was just talking to him. I just feel sick when he's around." Taehoon was droning. She tuned him out at first but apparently Taehoon made a discovery this morning at the dojang. A very curious thing. Dabin nudged her and did all sorts of eyebrow acrobatics while stuffing her face with rice to get her to listen.

It's the usual Taehoon thing. Taekwondo. Dowoon. Taekwondo. Dowoon. That's all this kid cares about seriously. Well considering how much Uncle Hansoo has kicked him while training, it's probably a feat in itself that the six year old could still process two things.

"My chest felt stuffy and my face felt warm and heavy like I did a headstand for 20 minutes!"

"Dude. How do you know how it feels to do a headstand for 20 minutes?"

Taehoon gave Dabin a sideway glare. "It's a valuable life experience, noona. I'll ask Uncle Jincheol to help you do it."

"Nah, pass."

"Anyway, I think he has radiation or something." Taehoon concludes.

"What.." Hansoo tilts his head. "Dowoon has what now..?"

"Radiation! He told me about it before. I forgot most of it."

"That he has radiation?"

"No! About.. radiation allergy!"

"Maybe you're running a fever. Did you check your temperature?" Her dad prompted while sneaking all the meat to her bowl.

Taehoon reaches out with his chopsticks and took the food straight out of her heap.

"Hey, you punk! Get your own!"

"You gave all of it to her! What about me?!"

"Eat more bean sprouts! It's good for the heart! Didn't you say your chest felt weird?!" Her dad snaps back.

Taehoon slaps the table, chopsticks clanking against the wood. "Right?! Appa, I think I'm seriously sick. Seriously. You don't understand. You should take me to the doctor. I'll get a shot if I have to!"

"Okay? You won't cry?" Hansoo smiles down at his son, building a bean sprout tower on his bowl.

Taehoon sneaks a glance at her and Dabin. "Why would I cry, what are you talking about. Get real."

Dabin snorted as audibly as possible.

Taehoon clears his throat. "Listen, that bastard-"

"Language, Taehoon."

"That garbage Jeongchan punched Dowoon's face and Dowoon cried a lot I had to take care of him-"

"So you admit you were the one who broke Chan's arm.."

"No, like. I had to take care of Dowoon because he was crying! You're not listening to me. I could be dying, Appa! Listen!"

"Okay, okay.."

"And Dowoon was crying so much and his lip was all busted and he got some blood on my hands and SNOT."

"I'M EATING HERE!" Dabin shrieks.

Taehoon snickers. "Anyway. My chest started hurting a lot, Appa. I think it's an allergic reaction."

"From the radiation."

Taehoon nods, face grave. "From his snot."

"You're being disgusting on purpose!" Dabin groans.

"You know I asked Yeonwoo." Taehoon continues, ignoring Dabin's dying noises.

"About?"

"About this! Listen to me! Are you even listening!"

"No, what about this did you ask him. Calm down! You sprayed rice all over my face! Don't talk with rice in your mouth!"

Taehoon scowls. "I told him about how my chest feels weird when Dowoon's around like I'm running laps and how it even gets difficult to breathe sometimes when we're talking!"

"And what did our little doctor say?"

"It's exactly as I suspected! I'm experiencing an allergic reaction. Ani- Alp.."

"Anaphylaxis. Please."

"Whatever. I don't care what it's called. Dowoon's making me sick. Yeonwoo said I need to stay away from him. You should take me to the doctor."

"..or you could just stay away from Dowoon like Yeonwoo suggested." Hansoo grins.

Taehoon's jaw fell slack. "You can't be serious."

"What? Yeonwoo has a point-"

"What would Yeonwoo know?! He's just nerd! I'm sure a real doctor can fix me. An adult knows better! He'll give me medicine!"

"Uh.. what if he doesn't? What if there's no medicine? You're fine when Dowoon's not around so maybe we should just keep it that way."

"No?" Taehoon squeaks.

"..no?"

Taehoon grabs his chopsticks and starts eating his bean sprouts. "I'll just eat more vegetables. I think I'll be fine."

Hansoo laughs and ruffles his son's hair. "Okay. I'll try to buy more meat for your health too. Hang in there, Taehoon-ah."

Seriously, the world isn't fair. Taeyang immediately bolted after her dad simply raised his voice at him. He never spoke to her again too! She went to his house to apologize to him but Taeyang's dad is a complete nutjob. He threw salt at her and Dabin even before they could introduce themselves and went off with a nonsense speech about personal circumstances and ill-fated meetings. Weirdo. But here's Taehoon risking a heart attack for his best friend. It's gross to even think about, but she wish she could find a Taehoon too. The world isn't fair. Dowoon has a car, lots of food to eat, a friend's dad who doesn't hate him and a Taehoon.

Darn it. The glitter nail polish suits her complexion too.

#viral hit #how to fight #seong taehoon #kim minji #seong hansoo #manager kim #park dabin #lee dowoon

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cosmicdreamgrl · 11 months ago

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get to know you tag game ✨

tagged by the lovely @aprylynn, thank you 🥰

name: steph to mostly everyone, short for stephanie but wbk

pronouns: she/her

star sign: gemini

siblings & fun facts about them: i have a younger sister, she majored in psychology and loves art/film culture. she's coming to visit me in the summer and i'm so excited, i miss her but that's what happens when you move to a different country

pets: a dog, i love him to bits

fandoms: technically i don't consider myself a part of any despite my varying interests so do with that what you will

favourite colour: teal

favourite song: just one? i hate these but off the top of my head? it gets dark by sigrid

favourite author: again, why do people assume you only have one of each smh; but if i had to choose, i'd go with rebecca ross

hobbies: writing/producing music, baking, guess i can now add gif making to the list

do you have any partner(s)? my boyfriend

fun fact about you/anything extra you want to share: i'm really good at guessing what a song is within the first few seconds of hearing it, don't ask me how that works, it just does

tagging: @cordiallyfuturedwight @raplinenthusiasts @epiphanytear @jkvjimin @hvseoks @wonpiris @yoon-dowoon & @rainbowcoloredpalmtrees :)

#these are always fun to do #tag game

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dearly-somber · 1 year ago

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I’m Serious | k.yh

-> pairing. Kang Younghyun (Brian) x f!reader

-> genre. fluff, humor

-> rating. 13+

-> w/c. 1840

-> warnings. none!

-> a/n. English is spoken in bold!

-> collection. songfic

-> started. Sep. 3rd, 2020 @ 01:11

-> fin. Dec. 20th, 2021 @ 00:22

-> edited. Wed., Jul. 12th, 2023 @ 23:59

You bounce up and down as you see the Jeep park near the beach house where you and your friends would be staying for the weekend.

The houses lined along the beach were like something you'd find in a movie or TV show, with the brightly painted wooden walls and straw roofs and small steps leading up to the porch that gave a spectacular view of the beach. There was a hammock on the porch, along with a beach chair that looked like it would cave in under the weight of a book.

As the five of your friends started hopping out of the car, you ran to them as best you could in a pair of slops (flip-flops), hugging everyone with welcoming squeals of excitement.

You had gotten there a day earlier since you got off work sooner than they did. There would be three people in a room since the house was pretty small, each room decked with one bunk bed and a single bed with a bedside table and one shared closet. Thankfully you hadn't packed all too much, considering that you were only spending the weekend, and left plenty of space for the guys.

"Y/N! It's so good to see you!" Jae said as you leaned up to hug him, a bright smile aimed at you. You replied with a weird groan of agreement before moving to hug Dowoon and Wonpil at the same time, since they were closest to you.

"I feel like you've grown again," you said with a playful jab to Dowoon's ribs, laughing as Wonpil nodded and muttered something about sharing his height with everyone. Dowoon blushed as he whined childishly.

"Noona," he whined, making you giggle and pinch his cheek gently.

"I'm just teasing, Dowoonie, go ahead and check out the house with Jae and Wonpil." You smiled after him as he ran off with his back, waddling after his hyungs cutely. Shaking your head you turned to Sungjin who had been fondly watching you interact with the youngest, rolling his eyes and smiling stupidly.

"Hey, noona. It's been too long." He said as he leaned down to hug you, a lot more relaxed than the rest of your clique, pulling away and grabbing two bags in each hand. You ruffled his hair and watched him walk off after the others, a smile on your face. Before you could turn around to greet him, arms slipped around your waist, a gentle weight resting against your shoulder with breath fanning against your jaw.

"Jagiya..." Younghyun drawled, trying to act cute. You rolled your eyes but turned around with a smile, facing a pouty fox who looked like he was on the verge of throwing a tantrum.

"Why do you always greet everyone before me? Your boyfriend?"

"Because, dummy." You pushed your finger against his forehead harshly, giggling as you spoke, noticing him going cross-eyed. "They need reassurance of my love more than you do."

"Yah! I also need your attention!" He shouted with a large smile, picking you up at your waist and lifting you up, making you shout to put you down and hit weakly at his shoulders. When he finally set you down you giggled, leaning against him, figurative hearts in your eyes as he leant down to kiss you. You gave him a short peck before telling him to grab his things and come on inside.

"I'm the eldest, I should get a single bed to myself!"

"But I'm the youngest and therefore have maknae privileges!"

You heard a sigh as Jae and Dowoon argued loudly about the last single bed that was available (since you had already snagged the one in the room to the left, courtesy of arriving first).

You went over to the room, leaning against the door frame while overseeing the argument, finding it hilarious how Wonpil so easily ignored them while neatly unpacking his things on the lower bunk.

"Y/N! You tell him that as eldest, I should get the single bed. Right? Tell him!" Jae said over-dramatically, his hands flying all over the place. You grinned mischievously before clearing your throat.

"I'm afraid that Dowoon is right. On page 294 in the Maknae Privilege Code of Conduct, it clearly states that he gets the single bed." You said, speaking with the confidence of a lawyer defending an obviously innocent man. Dowoon walked over happily and Jae looking at you with the face you'd use as the thumbnail for a Top 10 Anime Betrayals video.

"I hate you." Jae said before sulkily throwing his things up on the top bunk, Dowoon side hugging you for a second before smugly going to his single bed.

"Aww," You back hugged Jae, standing on the very tips of your toes to rest your chin as close to his shoulder as possible before saying, "don't be like that, hm? You know I love you, and I have a compromise anyway." Jae perked up at your comment looking less sulky than before.

Dowoon looked utterly terrified, and Wonpil was (figuratively) eating popcorn at the drama playing out in the bedroom.

"Because Dowoon gets the bed, he has to pay for one thing you want."

Dowoon glared at you, appalled, while Jae triumphantly pumped his fist in the air and gave you a light kiss on the cheek. You laughed, waving at the guys still in the room and walking outside to the kitchen to see Brian and Sungjin talking idly about what they'd do for dinner (they'd apparently had lunch on the way here) and what to do to keep everyone busy. You walked over almost silently, leaning up to give Younghyun, who was sitting on one of the counters, a peck on the cheek, looking over at Sungjin with a large smile and suggestive wiggle of the eyebrows.

You reached for the hem of your shirt, beginning to pull it over your head when there was frantic, almost high pitched screaming from the man closest to you, who grabbed your wrists and jumped off the counter to hide you from any prying eyes.

"Yah! What d'you think you're doing?!" Brian shouted heatedly, still a bit shook with the stunt you’d just tried to pull.

You snorted, almost falling over, leaning your forehead against his chest as you laughed silently. "God, you're cute," you muttered, wiping a tear from the corner of your eye and regaining your composure.

Younghyun was looking at you like a lost puppy, pulling at your heart strings. Giggling still, you pulled your short forward and motioned your head downward, Brian looking down, confused. When he saw the fabric of a swim suit, he laughed in disbelief, letting his head rest against your shoulder. "Ah, I'm sorry." You said, running your hand through his hair comfortingly.

"You gave me a heart attack," he mumbled, pulling away.

"Are you two planning on keeping me as a third wheele or can I leave?" Sungjin teased playfully, making the two of you turn around.

"Right, sorry. Anyway, I was thinking we could go down to the beach and you know... Swim?" You chuckled, taking off your shirt to reveal the stretchy fabric of your all gray swimsuit before tying up your hair.

"Sounds fun," Sungjin turned to Wonpil and the others who were sitting in front of the television playing Mario Kart. "If you guys wanna join we'll be down at the beach."

"Okay, hyung. See you guys later!" Dowoon called as he shouted with Wonpil, who had just been pushed off of the track by Jae.

"Ciao!" You shouted as you ran outside, cheeks hurting from smiling so much. Having already swam a bit, you were first in the water, Sungjin eventually joining you before Brian finally got in. Once the water was about waist high you waddled over to Younghyun, who looked kind of uncomfortable.

"What's up? You okay?" You asked as you brushed some hair out of his face, putting your hand over his arm. Brian nodded with a half hearted smile.

"It's just a bit dark, is all. You can't really see anything."

"It's okay, love. You can go on back if you want. We won't be here long, anyway." Brian nodded, kissing you thankfully before he turned and walked back to solid ground. At around about the same time, the three doofuses ran down from the beach house, splashing in the salt water and lunging down as soon as it was deep enough. You laughed, shutting your eyes as water flew at you.

You only stayed in the water for about 30 minutes before you got tired of the boys' seemingly endless energy, going to lay down underneath the tree Brian had set up everyone's towels at. You went and sat next to him quietly, finding a comfortable spot where you could lay down with your face out of the sun while still being able to tan.

You layed down with your head resting more or less next to Brian's side, only your lower half exposed to the sun. You entered a peaceful state of limbo, still aware of everything around you but feeling like you were asleep. You opened an eye, however, when you felt weight being placed on your stomach, looking up to see Younghyun laying against you, eyes closed. You smiled fondly at him, playing with his hair for a second before letting your hand rest on the nape of his neck.

As night fell, everyone got all huddled up inside, dressed in their PJ's, two boxes of pepperoni and mushroom pizzas laying on the coffee table in the living room.

You laughed and shouted along with the guys as they had an intense game of Smash Bros, sitting sandwiched between Dowoon and Brian, nibbling at your pizza while the room went silent. When Wonpil won for the 3rd time this night, you screamed, Brian's soul having seemingly left his body. You were giggling, rubbing his back soothingly with your legs intertwined.

It only took a few more games and a scary movie for you to head on off to bed, yawning once every 2 minutes. Not long after Brian walked into the room, stopping midway toward his bunk bed. "Bri?" You said in a small voice, face hidden in the darkness of the room.

"What's up?" He asked, crouching down beside your bed and running a hand over your hair.

"Can you sleep with me for tonight? I can't fall asleep because of the movie..." You were nervous for his reaction but weren't entirely surprised when he mumbled for you to move up, shifting in next to you and wrapping himself around you.

"I keep telling them..." He said with a sigh, his lips brushing against your shoulder. You sighed contently, putting your hand over his.

"Today was fun though, wasn't it?"

"Yeah, it was. Wait until you see what I have planned for tomorrow." Brian whispered mischievously, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. "Go to sleep, princess. We have a long day ahead of us."

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amidstnamjin-and-binchanlix · 2 years ago

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there you'll be || day6 [psj]

Warnings: major character death, heavy angst(?)

I won't control you, but MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. This is not for you, please.

Pairings: Park Sungjin/(F) Reader, implied past Yoon Dowoon/(F) Reader

Plot: What if you only have today to say goodbye?

Genre: Established Relationship

I keep a part of you with me,

And everywhere I am, there you'll be

This was written 8-9ish years ago, and re-written and posted on ao3 3 years ago.

This concept came from my sister's dream, and she asked me to write it, and probably the main reason why i decided to have an ao3 account lmao

This was originally written with a different fandom and pairing and was supposed to be a part of this fic universe i wrote (but didn't finish). Re-written so it can be better, I guess (hope)??? but the concept is still the same with some major changes tho

Reposted here because there is a tragic lack of day6/reader fics uwu

anyway, all readers are appreciated! luvluv

🕛

6:00 – 7:00 a.m.

Y/N woke up to an irritating sound. It was this shrill beeping sound that made her want to hurl the object at the wall.

When she opened her eyes, she reached for the alarm clock and turned it off. "Shut up," she said, exhausted, and looked at the time. 6:00 am.

For an ordinary Saturday morning, six am is way too early. After dropping out of the university from her second course and running away with Sungjin, Y/N's life has changed; from the simplest things like her sleeping pattern to the biggest ones like missing her family. She wouldn't say she regrets it, she just wishes the situation was different.

Her usual weekends start at nine, and she always wakes up before Sungjin does. She would often be the one to go down to make breakfast for the two of them.

Sometimes though, when struck with an ahem inspiration, she would wake him with a lazy hand job—or a blowie, whichever she prefers—until he slightly shifts position and fist the bed covers. Slowly peppering his hips with kisses until Sungjin groans in annoyance to whichever is rousing him from his beloved, peaceful sleep. Y/N has to stifle her laughter because she knows just how grumpy he is when woken up 'too early', but how he won't be able to stay mad at her. He'd smile down at her and say in that sexy just-woke-up voice of his that he'd go back to sleep so Y/N can go ahead with what shennanigans she was trying to do.

Today though, that was not the case. She has to get up early because the local high school she volunteers at made a weekend program for writing and music. Every second Saturday, she would be facilitating two classes; a writing workshop in the morning, and the music sessions in the afternoon. Sometimes, she would take Sungjin with her, and he would teach the students how to play the guitar.

After switching the alarm off, Y/N got up and stretched her legs and arms, loving the way her joints popped as sleep from her muscles fade.

It's also during this time of the day, however, that she can't help but think of her life before this.

It has been five years. Y/N is sure her children doesn't recognize her anymore. After running away with the boyfriend of her ex-husband's twin brother, she's sure Dowoon would never let her be a part of their children's lives anymore, no matter how much he used to love her. Betrayal would definitely kill people.

Y/N padded sleepily to the bathroom to take a quick shower.

After getting ready for the day, she went down to cook some breakfast for them. Before leaving the house, she decides to check on Sungjin and wake him up early for his doctor's appointment. He sleeps through the alarm, and might miss his appointment.

She opens the door to their room quietly and see Sungjin's still sleeping form on the bed. She gently shakes him, just enough to wake him up.

"Sungjin?" She shakes him again when he doesn't respond. "Babe? Wake up."

Sungjin hums, cracking an eye open. "I'd be going," she says with a soft smile.

"Hmf... don't you want me to go with you?" He asks sleepily as he rubs his eyes. Y/N shakes her head, running her fingers through his hair.

"It's fine. You have your appointment today with Dr. Park, remember? Wouldn't wanna miss that." Sungjin pouts, and she smiles. "I'll bring home that Kimchi stew you like."

"Yeah?" He smiles at her hopefully through bleary eyes.

"Yes. So get your lazy ass up now, or you'll have to rush again." She slaps his bum and kisses his lips before she stands up. "I'll be home early. Get up now, 'kay? Love you." She shuts the door to the bedroom just in time to hear the faint and almost muffled love you too from Sungjin.

She leaves the house minutes later, not helping the smile on her face. She thinks that at the end of the day, after all the heartbreaks and challenges they had to face, running away with him is always worth it.

9:40 am

Y/N gives the students their second writing exercise for the day. She walks around the room and smiles down at Charlie, one of her favorite students in the writing program. The kid is really talented in writing.

Y/N wonders fleetingly about her twins. She wonders if they will inherit their father's love for music books, or her love for long novels? She puts her arm around the other and smiles to herself. She wants to see her children badly and maybe, just maybe, have some with Sungjin in the future.

10:30 am

Y/N was just about to tell her students to take a 15-minute break when she heard a commotion outside. One of the teachers ran up to her classroom with panic in her eyes. Y/N immediately knew something was wrong.

"What is it?" she asked.

"There's someone with a gun!" It took Y/N a minute to fully get that. "He's in the building. Send your students out."

She didn't need to be told twice. "Class, I need you to leave everything behind and quickly exit the room." She tried to keep her voice even so as not to alarm them. She didn't want them panicking, even though she felt like throwing up.

"Now!" She hoped her students can forgive her for raising her voice (she never does), but now's not the right time to think about that. Both teachers looked out while the students filed out of the room hurriedly.

"Did someone call 911?" she asked as the last student got out of the room. The other teacher's answer was cut short by the sound of gunfire, followed by screaming.

"Go, go, go!" Y/N yelled at the students as they all ran towards the direction of the stairs.

Y/N was nearing the stairs when pain blooms in her shoulder. She didn't dare look back as a second one hits her back, then her leg. That's when she lost her balance, and crumple to the ground face down. She heard more screaming as students ran for their lives before she felt the bullet to her neck, and she's—

12:00 pm

Y/N raises her head from the table with a gasp.

Disoriented, she looks around and blinks. She doesn't know she had been snoozing. Had she been snoozing? It feels like she had only blinked.

Huh.

She looks at the clock; 12:00 pm.

She hears the chatter of the students outside as she sees the essay exercises on her table. When she looks up, however, the classroom is a mess. The students' things are everywhere, and the chairs are all askew.

She remembers the panic and running, but nothing else. What happened after that?

She tries to recall as she flexes her head, pressing lightly at the pain in her neck. Not being able to come up with anything from her bizarre dream(?), she starts to clean up the mess.

1:08 pm

Y/N had successfully cleaned up the messy classroom by herself. She didn't notice that there were no students on the floor anymore. She slung her bag to her back and locked up the classroom.

It wasn't until she reached the second floor that she saw another soul. It was, however, a police officer.

What the...?

She walked towards the man, and called out to him.

"Excuse me?" He didn't seem to notice her. She called out to him again to no avail, the police turning his back on her.

"What the fuck?" Bothered, she continued down to the ground floor, where she saw more police officers.

She tried to talk to another police officer, but she was still ignored. She was getting frustrated and weirded out with each passing second. It's like they cannot see her. She didn't understand what's happening and felt her head spin, eyes prickling with tears of confusion.

She looked around, and finally, one person seemed to see her. The lady was looking straight at her. Relieved, Y/N walked towards her; she didn't know why, but she felt compelled to talk to her.

When she was close to the lady, she tripped a little on her own feet. She looked down and when she looked back up, the lady vanished.

"Looking for me?"

Y/N spun around to reveal the lady that had been staring at her.

"Yes..." Y/N said, torn between feeling embarrassed and confused. "But, you're there before. How...?"

The lady smiled at her. "You have more important questions to be answered, don't you think?" Y/N, who was dumbfounded, had just managed to nod.

"Come with me," the lady said. She turned around and started walking away, not waiting for Y/N to respond.

1:45 pm

Y/N cannot believe her eyes. She, or more accurately, her body, has been lying on a body bag in the quadrangle.

"B-but... h-how...?" She can only stammer in confusion.

This is just not possible. Y/N tries to breathe in and out to stop the spinning of her head, clutching her hands in each other.

She finally turns to the lady beside her, who is still staring at her lifeless body.

"You got killed," she answers Y/N's unspoken obvious question. "You're one of the last people he'd managed to kill before he was taken down by the police."

When the lady points at the bullet hole on her neck, a picture flashes through her mind.

Y/N remembers the pain through her shoulder, then her back and leg. Lastly, she remembers the blinding pain on her neck after falling to the ground.

After long minutes of disbelief, Y/N finds it in her to finally speak, her voice hoarse from the brimming emotions in her eyes. "I'm dreaming, aren't I?"

She badly wants to believe that maybe she was really just dreaming. Maybe this is all just a practical joke. By whom, she doesn't know.

"I'm sorry, Y/N." Her companion just shakes her head. "I'm so sorry."

That was the last straw for Y/N. Tears pour from her eyes as her world comes crashing down and her dreams shatter. She falls to her knees as she sobs her heart out.

She isn't ready to die yet.

Maybe this is payback for everything she did, for everyone she killed.

Sungjin.

How is he supposed to move on? How is she supposed to move on?

"Sungjin." She sniffs. "Don't I even have the chance to say goodbye? I wanna say goodbye to him."

"You only have until before midnight," the lady says.

"Thank you," Y/N replies.

The lady just smiles at her sadly, her eyes telling her that she understands how she feels. She wonders briefly if they had been in the same situation. The lady vanishes right before her eyes, leaving Y/N with a broken heart.

2:50 pm

She looks for Sungjin at the clinic, but he was not there. She goes home and he was there, sleeping soundly on the sofa. His arm has a band-aid, for his tetanus jab.

Sungjin hates getting shots the most. Y/N knows he hates hospitals and injections, and has a big mistrust with the institution, and it makes her chest swell with love for him.

It makes her heart shatter, though. It's so hard to leave and say goodbye to someone you had forsaken your world for, especially when you're starting to think that everything is turning out fine. She was just starting to build her world with him, planning their future and thinking of having kids.

Sungjin looks so peaceful and beautiful, having no care in the world that Y/N just wants to frame this moment. She knows she can't, so she'll just watch over him for as long as she can. Maybe it will last longer than taking a picture, or maybe it can stop the time. If not, then she can at least keep this picture embedded in her mind before she disappears forever.

3:38 pm

Sungjin shifts from his position, rubbing his eyes and yawning on his hands. Y/N wipes her eyes with the back of her hand so he won't see the tears that had been steadily streaming down her face for the past hour. His eyes find her, and smiles that beautiful smile she fell in love with.

It sends her heart skidding on the floor, and to splinter a little more at the thought of leaving him. She bites her lip to keep the tears from falling further, and smiles back at him.

"Hey," she says, barely keeping her voice steady.

"Hey," Sungjin smiles at hear again, but his smile crumples when he takes in her bloodshot eyes and runny nose. He shoots up and engulfs her in a tight hug.

It was the wrong thing to do as Y/N loses it again, tears escaping down her cheeks. He rubs her back soothingly.

"What's wrong?" he asks. "Are you okay?"

"I love you. Please never ever forget that," is all she can say.

"And I love you more." Sungjin pulls away and cups her face into his hands. "Now tell me what's wrong—and don't you try to lie. I know you so well."

She debates telling him because he deserves the truth, but she can't find the right words to say. "I'm fine," she sniffs and shakes her head. "I'm okay."

"You're definitely not okay." He pulls away and holds her arms. He frowns when he notices her body's dropped temperature. "Where have you been? You're awfully cold!"

"I'm fine. School's let out early." Y/N sits up straight and smiles, wiping at her tears. "Did you—have you seen the news?"

Y/N is nervous to ask that, but she has to know. She knows he would be shattered when he knows that he's talking to a ghost. Technically, Sungjin can still touch her, but she's already a ghost.

She also can't forgive herself for breaking their promise of forever.

"Not yet," Sungjin says. "I was so tired and sleepy so I had to go straight home. But we can turn on the TV anyw—"

"No!" Y/N grips his hand, cutting him short of turning on the TV. She looks close to tears again that he raises his eyebrows in surprise.

"No." Y/N composes herself with a fake smile to appease the surprised features on his face. "I'm just asking. I'm sorry for yelling."

"You're acting weird," Sungjin says.

Y/N puts on her best I'm-okay face and smiles at him. "I'm okay. I just had a snooze at work and I had a bad dream."

I wish this was all just a bad dream.

"I just want to make sure you don't forget I love you, you know? Despite everything that happened to us." She looks down and smiles sadly. "I'm sorry I made you worry for nothing."

Sungjin pouts, but pulls her into another hug. "It's fine, babe. I just love you more and more every second because you're the only person who loved me truly, and never left me."

Y/N's heart can't get any more broken.

5:55 pm

For the past few hours, Y/N and Sungjin were just curled up on the loveseat. They were watching a sappy romcom that seemed to mock her in the face as it was about leaving a loved one behind and coming back for them. On the other hand, it's a good reason for her to cry her eyes out without raising suspicion, safe and snug under Sungjin's arms.

Too bad, the peace doesn't last forever.

7:40 pm

Y/N is currently waiting for Sungjin to come back. She originally opposed to the idea because she has a bad feeling about it, but he said that he needs to get some food (since Y/N forgot to bring home some). It has already been an hour since he went out, and the store was only a 15-minute walk—five if you use a car.

What is taking him so long?

8:20 pm - 9:45 pm

Y/N was just about to go looking for Sungjin when the front door opens and shuts with a slam. Next came the heavy footsteps that sounded urgent and almost running.

Y/N stands up and was about to see if it was him (who else would it be?), when he comes running into the living room. He was panting and has a disheveled appearance, eyes puffy with the evident tear-stained tracks in his face.

Shit.

"Sungjin...?" Y/N steps forward, but Sungjin steps backwards. "Babe...?"

"Who are you?" he asks as he tilts his head to the side, an incredulous, almost crazed look in his eyes.

"What?" she asks, knowing fully well what is going on. "It's me, Y/N! What kind of stupid sh—"

"You're NOT Y/N!" Sungjin almost yells. He walks towards her and shakes her by her shoulders. "Who are you? What did you do to her?"

"Babe, it's me!"

"No!" He lets go of her and walks to the other side of the room, his back against her. He turns around, and he has tears in his eyes. "You're not her."

"I am!" she cries out, but he refuses to listen. His mouth is curled in an angry sneer. "I know it sounds absurd, but I came back for you... to say goodbye."

"How can I believe that, huh?" he laughs, but there is no humor in his voice. "Ghosts are not real, whoever you are."

Oh.

"How can you expect me to believe what you were saying?" he asks, but she can't give him an answer. "Answer me!" he screams when she stays silent.

Y/N suddenly feels tired. Heartbroken.

"I love you," she says instead. She looks down at her hands, and see that she is starting to fade as time passes by.

Sungjin laughs a ruthless laugh, not noticing the change in her, and it breaks her heart even more. She can't find it in herself to cry, mainly because she's already cried out as heck, and it's not like it will change anything.

"Just stay away from me," Sungjin says, face taut with anger. "Get the fuck out of my house."

Y/N can only nod. She debates reaching out to touch him, but backs out at the last second. She leaves her coat by the door, and gets out into the cold night.

She's already cold, anyway.

11:15 pm

Y/N begins to think about how her life has been and thinks how far she'd come. She's pretty proud of herself for coming this far.

She would want to say goodbye to her kids and to Dowoon as well, but it's not like that's in the cards right now.

She looks at her wristwatch, the one Sungjin gifted her for her birthday.

11:15 pm.

Right, 45 minutes left.

It's funny how she can't cry anymore, probably because she's past the sixth stage of grief. She thinks she had already accepted that she will be gone by midnight, and crying makes no sense at this point. It's not like it'll bring her back, or bring Sungjin back.

Speaking of which, she looks to her left and there Sungjin is at the other side of the park. She's pretty sure he hasn't seen her yet, so she stands up and keep her head down.

She walks toward a more secluded part of the park, not risking a glance back at him. She doesn't want to fight with him again. She'd rather go quietly without an affair, than have a big blow up with Sungjin. After all, this what she's good at; running away.

"Y/N!"

Ah, shit.

Y/N tries to walk faster without seeming like she was running away from him. If she runs away, he'll know she heard him. Y/N walks on, chanting a nopenopenope in her head.

Nope, indeed.

Nearly there.

"Y/N, please," Sungjin says, sounding out of breath and too near. "Wait."

Just keep yourself together.

"Y/N!" Sungjin grabs her wrist, spinning her around.

Her gaze lands on her wrist, and she sees that she was fading away fast. She pulls her hand back to her fast, careful not to draw attention to it. Too late though, because Sungjin's eyes are drawn to it.

She pulls the sweater's sleeve to cover her wrist and clear her throat. "Yeah." She laughs awkwardly. "Sorry 'bout that."

"It's true, then." Sungjin's face crumple. He looks younger, almost like a kid. "I was hoping it was just delirium from the shots."

She laughs quietly. "You don't get delirious from shots."

Silence.

Y/N takes a deep breath, and smiles like her heart's not on fire. "I'll be going."

"Where?" he asks in a small voice.

She shrugs. "Hell, maybe?"

That turns out to be the wrong thing to say, because Sungjin bursts into tears a few moments later.

No, no, no.

"I'm sorry," she says as she takes a step towards him. She suddenly stops, him asking her to stay away still ringing in her ears.

"I'm sorry," even though she doesn't know if she's saying sorry for the joke or for ruining his life. "Sorry."

"I was hoping—" he says as he hiccups, wiping at his tears. "I was hoping this was all just a practical joke."

Y/N smiles sadly, still keeping her distance. She badly wants to pull him into a hug, but she can't.

"Do you regret it?" she asks him after a minute of silence. He looks at her and it breaks her heart, but she just can't bear not knowing before leaving. "Do you regret choosing me?"

"No," he insists, shaking his head. "Never."

She nods with a small smile. Me, too.

"Thank you," she says. "That's all I need to know."

She turns toward the other side of the park, but he walks in front of her and blocks her way.

"Don't go," he begs almost desperately. He kneels in front of her and hugs her legs, still crying like a kid. "Please just take me with you."

"Sungjin..."

"Please," he cries harder. "Please please please."

Y/N unwraps his arms around her legs, and kneels with him, pulling him into a tight hug.

"Please don't leave me," he cries on her sweater. "You're all I have."

11:55 pm

Five minutes.

They spent the last almost-hour talking and crying. They reminisced about everything, and Y/N apologized, mostly. Everything she failed to say, and failed to make him feel. She spared nothing.

She looks at her wristwatch. 11:55 pm.

Her hands are almost transparent at this point.

"I'm sorry if I wasn't able to keep my promise" she says, taking Sungjin's hand in hers. "I mean it when I said I love you, and I want you to be happy—"

"—I can't be," Sungjin replies. At least he had stopped crying, but it looks like he was about to again.

Three minutes.

"Close your eyes, babe." He does, and she kisses his lips one last time.

"I'm gonna miss you," she says. "I'll wait for you, okay?"

"I won't take long." Sungjin's voice is quivering.

One minute.

"I love you." Her skin starts to glow while she was speaking, her body flowing like ashes in the wind and drifting upwards.

"I love you, too," Sungjin says.

When he opens his eyes, he was alone on the park bench.

He stays there for a long time, wishing she heard him.

She did, and she carried his love with her to the dark skies.

fin

#major character death #angst #park sungjin x reader #park sungjin fics #day6 angst #day6 imagines #day6 x reader #sungjin imagines #sungjin scenarios #i just copied the tags i saw on sungjin fics i'm so sorry #day6 fanfic #day6 reactions

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sunliights · 2 years ago

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a closed starter for @dysnomiias featuring emery and dowoon.

sliding the test facedown onto the coffee table, emery’s eyes flickered up to dowoon before turning back to the little piece of plastic. she already knew the result on the other side, having prepared herself a little for the sake of her poor boyfriend’s heart, but she figured she’d give him a second to piece together what was happening before he was hit with the result. “you uh... wanna flip that over and see what it says?”

#is this planned #is this an oops baby #who knows #not me #congrats to the happy couple #felt only fitting to start with the first ship... rip tansy and joon #emery|interaction.#emery and dowoon.#dysnomiias

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sakurajjam · 2 years ago

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SUGESTÕES DE FCS COREANOS ( 1992-1997 )

Especialmente para um anon muito adorável que pediu para falarmos substitutos para fcs específicos, sendo assim, selecionamos homens coreanos nessa faixa etária, esperamos ajudar aqueles que se interessarem por novos faceclaims para seus personagens, nem todos tem uma infinidade de resources, mas são ótimas opções.

1992

Hyunsik, BTOB

L, Infinite

Ken, VIXX

U-KWON, BLOCK B

Jinho, Pentagon

Baekhyun, EXO

Shownu, Monsta X

J.Seph, KARD

Kwangjin, N.Flying

Chen, EXO

BM, KARD

Seunghyub, N.Flying

Chanyeol, EXO

1993

D.O., EXO

Sungjin, DAY6

P.O, BLOCK B

Daeyeol, Golden Child

Peniel, BTOB

Aron, NU'EST

Inseong, SF9

Taemin, SHINee

Hui, Pentagon

Sungjong, Infinite

Minhyuk, Monsta X

Youngbin, SF9

Young K, DAY6

1994

JB, GOT7

Kai, EXO

Hyungwon, Monsta X

Jinhwan, IKON

MJ, ASTRO

Ha Sungwoon, solo/Wanna One

Sehun, EXO

Hongseok, Pentagon

Hyojin, ONF

KB, OnlyOneOf

Wonpil, DAY6

Cha Hoon, N.Flying

Jaehyun, N.Flying

Jaeyoon, SF9

Jinyoung, GOT7

Jooheon, Monsta X

Hansol, NewKidd

E-tion, ONF

Seungwoo, Victon

1995

J-Us, ONF

Wyatt, ONF

Song, IKON

Hwesung, N.Flying

Seungsik, Victon

Youngmin, Boyfriend

Kwangmin, Boyfriend

JR, NU'EST

Taeyong, NCT

Hyuk, VIXX

Baekho, NU'EST

Dawon, SF9

Minwoo, Boyfriend

Y, Golden Child

Jinhoo, UP10TION

Dongheon, Verivery

S.Coups, Seventeen

Minhyun, NU'EST

Dowoon, DAY6

Ong Seungwoo, solo/Wanna One

Jeonghan, Seventeen

Ren, NU'EST

Kuhn, UP10TION

MK, ONF

Shinwon, Pentagon

Bobby, Ikon

Joshua, Seventeen

1997

DK, IKON

Jun, U-KISS

Daehyeon, WEi

Jaehyun, NCT

DK, Seventeen

E-Chan, DKB

Taeyang, SF9

Jangjun, Golden Child

Eunwoo, ASTRO

June, IKON

Mingyu, Seventeen

Yoojung, OnlyOneOf

Jacob, The Boyz

Leedo, Oneus

Younghoon, The Boyz

Hyunjae, The Boyz

Hanse, Victon

Bang Chan, Stray Kids

Jeon Woong, AB6IX

Byungchan, Victon

Yugyeom, GOT7

Gyujin, UP10TION

Chan, A.C.E

#♡ · 🖼 : fc help #♡ · 🎀 : rinn talks a lot #( joy a intrometida )#fc help #♡ · 🌸 by sakura

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lgcdowoon · 2 years ago

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comfy cozy.

PILLOW FORT ft. @lgcminjxe

so dowoon hadn’t been the best (insert whatever word they were using to call themselves because god forbid dowoon could just nut up and ask him to be his boyfriend) to minjae lately. he had a fairly solid excuse--comebacks! a rookie had to be on top of things if they wanted to succeed and so career was coming before everything...even the person he really cared about. and he felt bad! like really bad...minjae deserved better, and he knew that.

somehow minjae hadn’t given up on dowoon yet so he onto the hope that dowoon could become better for him. so--after getting permission and scheduling it on one of his days off--dowoon showed up on minjae’s door step, sort of like a lost puppy with take out in his hands. typically dowoon would show up with homemade food...but that meant less time with minjae and he just wanted to see the other’s stupidly handsome face. deciding that food wasn’t enough, dowoon decided (and politely asked minjae for permission again) that they needed a blanket fort if they were going to enjoy a proper netflix date. if they couldn’t be in a movie theater, they might as well make it fun!

finally settled with food (that was only a little cold, dowoon had made fast work with their comfy little fort) with plenty of blankets and soft things but not a lot of space between the two of them, “thanks for letting me ruin your living room,” dowoon said with a warm smile as he laid back on a soft pillow and grabbed the remote. they had set up so the tv was still watchable...maybe a bit of a fire hazard but they were awake so it was relatively safe. he scrolled through the options, nose scrunched, “so what are we thinking? disney’s always safe...ooh i haven’t gotten a chance to finish once upon a small town. i started it when it was airing and then future dreams caused all the chaos and never finished it.”

he looked at minjae, a sweet but apprehensive expression on his face. “have you seen it? if you have we can find something else--you can just take the remote, sorry, it’s your house after all.” god, he just really wanted this to go well.

#lgcminjxe #file under : thread #i will find a way to sneak my love of park sooyoung into everything #also this is long he has A Lot of feelings

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inkshadow · 3 months ago

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MUSE : dowoon seong, software engineer OPEN TO : f CONTEXT : give me a “you’re the perfect student, your parents give you anything you want, you live in a mansion, your good little boyfriend is loyal and kind and yet you sneak out to my place every damn night to be fucked and be called the bad girl you so desperately want to be around me”

"mister boring balls not call you tonight or something?" the door to his place was left open specifically for her, knowing that she'd be over not long after receiving her earlier. he'd just finished brewing coffee for himself, prepping for a late night now that the work week is well behind him. "or did he suggest another game of cribbage to waste your friday night away?"

#indie rp #indie smut rp #open.

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kpoptrashchild · 6 years ago

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boyfriend dowoon

the rest of boyfriend!day6 *coming in the future*

jae sungjin youngk wonpil

masterlist!!

request!!

here’s the tea

i feel like he’d fall head over heels immediately

because his love for you would smack him upside the head

it’d be so unexpected but ????? he literally couldn’t remember what it was like to exist without these feelings ????? he couldn’t function anymore ??? but he was fine with it ????

idk why but in my head there’s this one situation that really seems like it’d be how dowoon meets the love of his life so im going to go with it and it is going to become your au you are welcome

it’d probably happen somewhere average, like the convenience store or in a coffee shop or something

he’d be off in his own lil world looking at snacks

and you’d be deadset on getting this one snack (not dowoon,,,,,,,,,,,,yet)

but !! you couldn’t find that snack

because this wasn’t your usual store, you were just in this area for some frustrating social obligation and your snack was your reward for making it through and you were going to be Very Hurt if you did not get this snack

as you find yourself in one of the last aisles, you finally see another person, and normally you’d avoid people at all costs but you were desperate and he looked ,,,,,,,,, approachable enough ,,,,, and by that i mean he was emanating with this warm light and you kinda wanted to figure out what that was all about like did they have special fluorescent lights in this store or were you in the presence of an actual angel ???

so you do it. you go up to him. and you ask for his help in your snack finding mission. and his eyes are a lil unfocused at first which is cuyuhte as heck but once his eyes and mind focus oh man he is gone

firstly he is like wOW people ???? can ???? look ???? like ???? this????

and secondly he is like !!!! someone !!!! wants !!!! my !!!! help !!!!!

since usually people baby him and he is like i am a Big Kid and i will take on this worthy mission

and then his mind lowkey panics because waIT WHAT IS THE MISSION AGAIN I AM TOO DISTRACTED

don’t worry he figures it out

and he finds you your snack

it’s not before long you two become each other’s snacks hehe

i know everyone talks about how shy our lil bean is and it’s totally true but honestly ??? his feelings would be so strong that i think while he’d be shy for the initial period, it’d be short-lived and he’d warm up to you so so quickly

and once that happened there was no turning back

you got a glimpse of this wonderful weirdo in every kind of light

and like ????? he had never been happier

jae would try to roast him for it and he’d just be like Yes i am SHINING around them thank you for noticing

wonpil is definitely jealous ,,,,,,,, and sad ,,,,,,, it’s okay wonpil he still loves you !!!

once wonpil meets you his plan of being >:-( to you quickly dissolves into him being :’D over how cute you and dowoon are

and that literally never goes away. wonpil is your and dowoon’s biggest stan

so after a while of being madly in love with you but doing absolutely nothing about it other than glow brian is like ,,,, dowoon wyd

and our sweet baby angel is like ?? huh ?? i’m watching tv wyd

commence brian laughing and sungjin helping him explain to dowoon that feelings are not telepathically discovered they have to be expressed

brian definitely tries to get dowoon to recite sungjin’s part in “when you love someone”

dowoon almost does it for the laughs

but instead he just texts you and is like “hey! let’s go get snacks!”

this was not out of the ordinary, so you just head out of your place when he’s there and you two walk to the convenience store and the whole time you’re both going on and on about your days and honestly dowoon is less active in the conversation because 1) he is !! nervous !! and 2) he’s just so invested in listening to you talk especially when he is going to say such a big thing to you in a few short minutes

you don’t really notice because he has his beautiful goofy smile adorning his face and his eyes are focused on you as usual he’s a really attentive boy despite his daydreaming nature

you arrive at the convenience store and it’s actually the one you two first met at

because dowoon wanted “a longer walk”

except really he did it so he could take you to the same aisle you were in when you approached him for the first time

and when you two are standing there he accidentally interrupts your anecdote and he is like OMG iM So soRRy and you’re like omg no it’s fine !!! i’ve been talking this whole time !!! what do you wanna say ??

and he thinks it’s so cute that you’re completely oblivious but that also makes him !! extra !! nervous but he’s already interrupted you so he can’t back out now

he blurts out confidently that “this is where i saw you for the first time and you asked me to help you find your favorite snacks and i’m gonna be honest i didn’t really pay attention because i was so distracted at how beautiful you are and i want to help you find your favorite snacks for like ,,,,, ever ,,,,, like i wanna help you and be with you and feed you and just like be happy with you so if you want to do that too ,,,,,, maybe we could ,,,,,, dateorsomethingyouknowitmightbefun!!!!!!”

you’re :-0 the whole time and dowoon is sweating but he’s also :’) once you process what he said you just smile really big and he knows what that means so he smiles really big too and you both just kinda stand in the aisle smiling super big and giggling and he just intertwines your fingers and you both go back to looking for snacks

dowoon’s actually looking at you every other second and BEAMING but you’re doing the same thing so it’s okay

you both head back to your place with bags of snacks still holding hands and swinging your arms back and forth

back at your place, dowoon puts the snacks down and out of nowhere is like hEY can i kiss you

and you’re like omg yes and you give him a lil kiss

and he’s like hmm,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

before you can ask what he’s thinking about he kisses you

and it becomes a lil game like y’all just sharing sweet kisses it’s so cute

that’s how you spend your first time together as a couple, eating snacks and kissing and holding hands and watching tv or videos and just laughing and being Soft

it’s basically what you two have been doing since you met but more contact is involved

with dowoon, it’s so natural and light !! like it just flows and of course there are bumps in the road here and there but the brightness of your relationship reallly just overpowers everything else

he’s super whipped for you and you’re super whipped for him

he’s heart eyes 25/8 and day6 is all teary-eyed when they see you two holding hands for the first time

wonpil may definitely screech

nothing really changes except you both are so much happier and !!!!!!!!!!!! everything is warm and beautiful

big on holding you when you two are alone,,, just loves feeling you close to him and cannot live without snuggling his head into you and nuzzling your skin because he !!! feels !!! so !!! safe !!!

and oh boy he loves holding you but you know what ??????? being the little spoon is glorious for him please hold this baby

very much the type to wipe your tears away with his thumbs and keep your face in his hands and kiss your forehead

loves when you play with his hair when he’s stressed or sad or really all the time

his heart BURSTS whenever you’re around while he’s playing/performing/practicing and he’s definitely gonna make you play the drums lowkey to laugh at you if you don’t know how but also to hold you in his lap and rest his chin on your shoulder and tease you in that loving, boyish way

he won’t be too savage though because he’s so soft for you and plus dowoon now has someone to roast jae when jae comes after him and someone to let him out of various locked locations when the boys are up to no good lmao you are his savior

you two will learn together throughout the relationship and grow and just have the time of your lives together it’s so comfortable and surprising and relaxed and exciting and bright and genuine and moving and really true love is In The Air

this is sO LonG and i regret NOTHING i love dowoon so much protect my sweet baby angel as much as he’ll protect you uwu

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