#christmas hayeon

[4huas]

[namika-saya]

Who is Han Yoohyun? What is Han Yoohyun? Hayeon Guild leader. Born S-class. Han Yoojin's younger brother. Kin of the Primordial Fire. Han Yoojin's fire. Fire born in the shape of a human. An existence so far removed from humanity. A sea animal living within land animals. A being that can only burn and burn. Fated to be alone until the very end, burning everything around it until burning even itself. However. It didn't happen. The flame died for his world. The flame suppressed itself. Constrained and bound. Until it turned into a poisonous black. Then it died within its most beloved's arms, with a smile on his face. And so ended 25 years old han yoohyuns life. Or did it?

20 year old Han Yoohyun is perplexed at his brother's change. After 3 yrs of avoiding him for his safety, his hyung suddenly hugs him and told him he loves him. It made him so happy. He lives together with his hyung again. He learns to trust his hyung, he learns to have selfish desires, he learns to believe that there'll be other people to protect his hyung. Hyung gets hurt a lot and he gets angry, but it's so fun to be able to fight with him. Time passed. He learns of his hyung's sacrifice. He's happy and sad. Christmas arrives.

Han Yoohyun turns 21.... Han Yoohyun turns 26.

26 yr old hyh is dead. But he turns 26 just the same. His brother loves him just the same. Even as a living husk. He received a watch. So he'll give it. His 3 lives. All for his brother. And so the most beautiful spear was born. Last moments spent together under the plum blossoms. The source was born. 26 year old hyh died.

21 year old hyh is shaken.

Hyh is hyj's younger brother, but what happens when there's more than 1 hyh? He couldn't take it. That his brother loves someone else just as much as him. Another hyh. Then what is even hyh anymore? So he melted. He burned and assimilated with the Primordial Fire, becoming nothing but the purest blue flame. He learned of his origin, a flame that was so familiar to him. A flame that only has one world. But hyhs world looked back at him, so he decides to turn back. A human was born out of the fire by hyjs hands. And so hyh was born again. He also receives a watch. He can now give his hyung a watch as well. He lets his hyung go to save shj, bc he believes in his hyung above all. And so it ends. He waits. Bc as long as his hyung is alive, he is as well. His One World (M). And so hyh lives another day. His hyung loves him, and he loves his hyung.

[adorablebebes]

Merry Christmas! 

[seulserenity]

Christmas miracle - Taeyeon scenario

[a/n] The prompt was “Sometimes I wish I could just fall asleep and never wake up.” 

[also this was one of the hardest and longest to write and sorry for the errors it’s so late and I’m tired okay? Go on read it, enjoy :) ]

24th December 2019 

You received a few strange texts in the lead up to Christmas from one of your close friends Taeyeon but after conferring with Sunny you both put the sad texts down to it being that time of year. Christmas time was always tough since the 18th of December 2018, tough on every shawol and idol in the community but especially Taeyeon struggled to cope during the winter months. 

Shortly after this text, she left you on read; of course you worried and fretted over Taeyeon but you also had an entire extended family to visit for Christmas so it couldn’t be helped that you had little time to spare to try and do a manhunt of Taeyeon. You drove back to your family home in Ulsan for the holidays, cousins from all over Asia and Europe flocked in with Aunts and Uncles and all your time was spent cooking, catching up, entertaining kids and visiting old friends. The lead up to Christmas you’d been manically shopping with some of your friends in Seoul and tying up loose ends there, you gave your presents to the members of SNSD you were close with and hid Taeyeon’s in her flat so she could find it on the 25th of December. Normally you went home for the festive season so this wasn’t anything new but this would be the first year Taeyeon would be alone in her flat instead of the family home in Jeju; her mum had been insistent that Taeyeon join them on the family trip Hayeon had organised to Australia but since that would mean leaving before Jonghyun’s death day Taeyeon was reluctant to go. Every single year since 2017 Taeyeon had always gone at 11 pm on the 18th of December to sit with Jonghyun for a while, the SHINee members and fellow SM label mates knew of this and out of respect for the senior singer they left that slot of the day exclusively for Taeyeon to sit without disturbances and just pay her respects and it had become a sort of routine for Taeyeon now, one which she wasn’t about to break. 

Sunny unfortunately also went to California during Christmas for the first time in years which meant that Taeyeon truly was alone. Taeyeon had seemed happier this year, over time wounds close even if they leave a scar they'll be a bit less painful than they once were and for Taeyeon this was true. She'd thrown herself into concerts and variety shows as well as finding new hobbies to entertain herself and it was almost as if the pain could be suppressed for her; the last time you'd caught up for coffee (just the two of you in your favourite Starbucks) she had been smiling and had put on weight which made you glad that she was healthier and happier. It seemed surreal the improvement she’d been able to make in such a short time and especially seeing how fast paced her life was, not only was it amazing for you to see this progress as one of her close friends but also because you were very much caught in the feels for the petite blonde. Sunny had noticed it when Taeyeon first introduced you to her members and she’d jumped on the chance to DM you later about it; in fact the friendship had bloomed from there and Sunny soon became your go-to life guru. From meeting Taeyeon you’d gained two best friends and a huge ass crush but you were so thankful (maybe not so for the crush) since beforehand you hadn’t been the most outgoing girl in the city. 

Five minutes of rest. That was all you got, after scrubbing the house clean and then taking a nap you had five minutes before the chaos returned and so reaching for your phone you sent a message to Taeyeon. 

You hoped this little message would reassure her, even a small text could do wonders when you felt truly miserable and it wasn’t long now at all until the 25th of December after which you would head back to Seoul for the New Years celebration with some city friends. Taeyeon only really had to hold on for two more days until boxing day given it was currently the 24th and after lasting the past week and a half alone it didn’t seem much more to you until at least one of her friends would be back to spend time with her. No more than 2 minutes after the text was delivered, the front door thudded open and little feet padded towards you in a horde; this had to be the best part about returning to your family home, when you saw all the little kids. You could vividly remember when they were all born and how small they had been then and now looking at how mature they’d become and how much they’d grown since you last saw them. It felt like a mother’s pride and for a brief second you wondered what it would feel like with your own children one day, images of Taeyeon with your baby cousins flashed through your mind and try as you might to forget or dispel them it seemed they were super-glued to the idea of future children. Insistent hands pulled your sweater and tugged you back into the snug living room, your mind fully focused on the kids you rose from the chair and followed the rest of your rowdy bunch to the table leaving your phone in the armchair. 

Dinner was a lively affair as always; hands would tangle over one another to reach various dishes along the long glass table and small mouths chewed noisily, in a way the children reminded you of the shikshins you’d come to be familiar with. Sooyoung and Yoona had the same vivacity and enthusiasm to gobble up plate after plate as the little ones, even the way they grinned as they shoveled food in was eerily similar. That pang came back of wanting to see all of your Seoul crew again but looking around the table at the old and young who all bore shining faces, it became harder to want to leave this haven. Your childhood had felt much like a bubble; surrounded by the theme parks and awe-inspiring landscapes it had been a thriving environment. Both you and your younger brother had visited the mountain and caves, hauled your tiny bodies through museum after museum and spent most of the summer at the beach which in hindsight was a very idyllic lifestyle to grow up (especially in compared to some of the children you’d seen in Seoul). Seeing the difference had made you grateful for the childhood you’d had and you felt it was only right to maintain visits with your parents consequently, your parents had given you an amazing childhood and the least you could do was pay them back by not being an absent child as an adult. It was so quiet without the little ones here and there were no doubts in your mind that your mother and father must get lonely at some times of the year, your brother came as often as he could but being a firefighter it was rare for him to be able to get long holidays so you became the torch bearer so to speak. 

Dinner evolved into coffees and after eights, the children were headed to bed by now and you closed their door and headed down with your aunt, excusing yourself to grab your phone before joining the adults in the dining room. The phone lay in the armchair buzzing repeatedly, your brothers contact name flashed on the screen and once the name had stopped flashing a series of frantic texts were sprawled across your baymax lock screen. You dialed your brother back and put him on speaker so you could scroll through the possible hundreds of texts received while you were gone, his gruff voice chimed through greeting you. 

“Noona, I was trying to get a hold of a you. Taeyeon-noona was sitting on the roof edge of her flat block, well she still is. We’ve been here for over 3 hours trying to talk to her and help her, policewomen tried also. Could you possibly drive over here and help us?”

Without even replying you hung up on him, texting a quick : 

I’ll be there Jaejin. Xx

You rushed to grab your coat and the KIA car keys before unlatching the front door. Hearing the latch slide across bolt alerted your mum and she practically teleported to the hallway to confront you about where you were going not even 12 hours before Christmas Day. 

“Jaejin needs my help to get someone off the edge of a roof eomma, I can’t refuse that because then what kind of noona would I be? You raised me to always be good to others and to lead by example.” 

“It’s Taeyeon isn’t it?” 

“How..is this a parent thing or like..”

“Sweetheart, you don’t need to lie to me. Okay so she couldn’t survive one holiday alone but I won’t hold anything against her for it. She is one of your closest friends and besides she deserves a Christmas miracle I guess. Go get your girl tiger.” Whispered encouragement and a sneaky wink pushed you over the threshold. 

“ You’re not..mad or even..upset by who I am?” Choked words fell out of your mouth. 

“ GO Y/N Y/L/N! WASN’T THIS AN EMERGENCY? YAH. I AM STILL YOUR MOTHER AND I DEMAND YOU GO HELP HER INSTEAD OF FAFFING OVER THESE TRIVIAL MATTERS PABO!” 

Cold slender fingers opened the door and bundled you in, warm kisses on your cheeks before the ignition started and the KIA rolled out of the driveway. Even halfway down the road you could still see her small form waving at you and with newfound determination you stepped on the acceleration pedal. The entire drive to the airport you’d spent singing with Urban Zakapa through all of their second album then occasionally calling your brother for an update on Taeyeon and before boarding you’d texted your brother to pick you up in precisely 1 hour and 50 minutes. 

During the flight you’d napped and tossed and turned around in your seat, horrible scenarios ran through your mind and you forced yourself to focus on photos on your phone instead. Dorky photos of your family and friends showed up one after another and you eventually scrolled onto the day you and Taeyeon had gone to an aquarium. That dork had worn her nemo onesie the whole day and the two of you took the weirdest (but for Taeyeon adorablest) photos as you walked through the tank exhibitions. Even now on the flight the flurry of happiness and giddiness rushed through you from that day, such vivid memories were always there on your day trips and in your 1 hour and 40 minutes you mentally gave yourself a pep talk. Her life was filled with all of these wonderful memories, scrolling through your KaoKao talk chat it was obvious from the many selfies with others that Taeyeon was the object of many of her friends endless love. Not only amongst friends and family was Taeyeon adored but by men and women and children alike all over Korea; despite her protests she was the nation’s idol and their shining star. 

Fuelled by the desire to keep the one you loved alive and to prove to Taeyeon that she wasn’t alone and that people loved and cared for her you eagerly headed to passport security once exiting the plane before virtually running to your brother at the arrivals lounge.

Both of you hopped into his slightly larger Hyundai and headed to the flat block. The drive over felt solemn and rap reverberated softly throughout the car until you reached the tall grey building. Firemen and officers greeted you as you walked through the hallway; the elevator ride was smooth and Mamamoo’s “Taller than you” was played through speakers. Your brother and you lost composure the minute the diss track started playing, any calming and respectful atmosphere that was created evaporated in that elevator. The level before the roof opened and you stepped out, Jaejin waited before the doors to the roof and gave you and Taeyeon some space. For that you were thankful because it was going to get heavy and deep real quick. 

Stepping out on the roof was a slap to the face, you thought you were past all the suicide scares but here you are. Her thin legs were resting on the concrete, arms wrapped around herself as one would before dropping down a chute and the slightest breeze would sway her form. 

“boo” you whispered with a chuckle, 

she laughed back. It was hollow and short, clearly your crappy joke wasn’t gonna fix this. 

You walked over to the edge and stood next to Taeyeon and slightly behind her, one hand swung back to greet yours and soon she was gripping onto you for life. The way she gripped so tightly made you reconsider whether she actually did want this or whether it was a desperate plea for help, it felt as if even if she dropped she would float. Paper Taeng as she was known and now you saw why, lithe legs and arms looked weightless but Taeyeon treated them like dead weights. Hunched shoulders and a droopy frame was how she sat and you thought that must be how you look when you walk given how much your mother scolded you on posture. 

“Yeonnie, I- well, there was a call. You were in danger and I know you needed help so I hopped on a plane to help except now I’m here I don’t really know where to start. Do you want to- Only if you’re comfortable, to talk things through? Is it better to just drag you away from here or what works best?” 

“Serenity, remember my tattoo? That’s what I want, I’m a walking hypocrite you know? I want to be with you all, I want to hang out with you lot. I don’t like being excluded but I also want to be alone, sometimes the darkness hits and I can’t face being around people no matter how much I crave for it.” 

“Why don’t you try forcing yourself out, I know its tough bu-” 

“It’s so tough, y/n you can’t feel it or know it unless you’ve been there. I cant just force myself out of my flat heck sometimes I wish I could just fall asleep and never wake up.” 

You unfolded your fingers and pulled her back into your arms, she sighed deeply and unevenly. Your hands ran soft soothing circles on her thighs and exhaled too; both of you sat there for some time. Traffic and street vendors hustled below and you both listened to the unaware city goers down below; you hummed a lullaby in her ear still softly drawing circles on her thighs. Her soft body relaxed against your front as the familiar lyrics drifted into the night sky. 

아리랑, 아리랑, 아라리요...

아리랑 고개로 넘어간다

나를 버리고 가시는 님은

십리도 못가서 발병난다.

청천하늘엔 잔별도 많고

우리네 가슴엔 희망도 많다.

저기 저 산이 백두산이라지

동지 섣달에도 꽃만 핀다.

Taeyeon closed her eyes and hummed with you, the traditional melody floated off and the two of you just rested on the rooftop for a while. The atmosphere was calm and serene, 

that was what Taeyeon had wanted. Serenity. 

You hauled her off the edge and she helped by swinging her legs round too. Arms looped around your neck and your hands fell to her waist to support her standing, bless her she didn’t look like she was warm enough to stand after all this time on the cold roof. Your hands around her waist and her hands around your neck but neither of you could look the other in the eye. Awkwardness crept in and Taeyeon started humming baby shark, it was a defense mechanism you knew but in that moment after the drama of the whole evening it made you laugh. You threw your head back laughing and heard Taeyeon’s ahjumma chuckle echoing too, your heads pulled back to normal height at the same time and as you looked at her babyish face you became sucked in. Possibilities of universes where she’d kiss you or tell you that it she’d be yours ran through your mind and you got lost in the contours of her face but a brief kiss on the cheek and a hand tugging yours soon brought you back to the reality. 

“Wait, this hand-holding, is this gonna be like permanent? Because I don’t know if you realise Miss Kim but this is bad for my heart and-” 

“Shush Miss y/l/n, not everything fits in a box.”  Her dorky grin was back on her face and for now at least she would be okay. 

Christmas day was shaping up to be the best one of your life you thought. 

[x-wearethefuture-x]

@snstone Continued from here

Maybe it was a bit of an obvious choice, but Christmas was, without a doubt, Yongsun’s favorite holiday. It had always been a major celebration growing up, and even now that they were living a fair distance from most of the rest of their family. It was hard not to love the “togetherness” of it all. Time spent watching Christmas movies with her family, the sweet scents of baked goods, the bright, colorful lights and decorations. For a lot of people, the magic of it was lost as they grew up, but for Yongsun that wasn’t the case. It had seemed even more exciting to her when she was old enough that she could contribute more to every part of the holiday- the baking, the decorating, buying gifts, and so on. 

So when Manny had invited her (and Aayla) over, she was excited to maybe help with decorating... and, just, whatever else he wanted, really. Aayla might not be very helpful, but her cute face would be motivational, right~?

Her first thought when he answered the door was not a thought she was willing to share (It’s only been a few days, but almost forgot how cute his smile is). Her next thought came with the realization that someone else was there: That must be Hayeon! After all, Manny had mentioned that she would be there and he certainly hadn’t mentioned anyone else joining them. Soooo... yes. that was definitely Hayeon. (And Hayeon was just as happy to meet Aayla as Aayla was to meet her, apparently.) “She’s basically a big ball of fluff and affection.” Yongsun said with a small laugh, Aayla immediately getting all wiggly and excited for the attention and cooing despite Hayeon being a stranger. If Yongsun was comfortable, then Aayla was comfortable. That’s usually how it went. And, seriously, how could Yongsun not feel comfortable when she was, for the moment, wrapped up in Manuel’s arms like she was now?  “It’s fine~ Aayla loves it. Clearly.” In fact, Aayla appeared to have another new best friend out of this, sitting at Hayeon’s side with that big goofy smile of hers, totally prepared for all the pets and attention she might be getting again soon. 

Then Manuel said something that confused her for a moment.So... wait? Hayeon didn’t want him to help with the decorating? Well that was odd. Maybe she was just particular about how things were done? It was possible. But before Yongsun could bother asking, Manny was suggesting that they help anyway and any questions had left her mind, “We should definitely help with the decorations,” She agreed, excited to get started. It might be a little frustrating sometimes (like when the lights refused to be untangled, or when things just wouldn’t stay in place after you’d put them up), but there was something nice about it, anyway. And maybe even something kind of sweet about decorating together?

This was nice. A chance to meet Hayeon, to talk to her (and to see the way she and Manny interacted- So this is what it’s like to have siblings; I guess it’s kind of like Wheein and I?). There was light conversation and Aayla had found a good place to lie down so she was out of the way but still close enough that she felt included (and could get pets, of course. Pets were most important). Then the conversation had shifted from being just about Christmas to being about family. And, oh god, did Yongsun have a lot of family. She definitely didn’t expect Manny to remember them, “It is kinda ridiculous, isn’t it? It was always a pain to fit so many people in one place for Christmas. Not that everyone was together for Christmas every year, but most of us were.” She smiled softly, a little shyly. Not that they had to worry about that much anymore (which was both fortunate and unfortunate all at once). Living in South Korea meant that it was usually just her, her parents, and her friend Wheein. Christmas Eve a couple of relatives showed up sometimes, but they weren’t especially close. It felt more obligatory than genuine.  When Manny started talking about his own Christmases, Yongsun mostly paused her actions to listen. Doing so only made it that much more noticeable when he tensed up suddenly. Whatever he’d been about to say wasn’t something he was necessarily comfortable with sharing. Or maybe he just hadn’t felt like talking about his own Christmases at all? Yongsun wasn’t sure and she couldn’t even make a guess at it, really. But that was fine. And so was his short period of fumbling for words after his sudden pause.

Hayeon came to his rescue, though. Albeit, unwittingly. Burnt food? There were worse things than burnt food, that was for sure, so this wasn’t much of a problem at all really if that’s all it was. Especially considering Manuel had had the foresight to prep something for backup, “Backup? Does this happen often?” She asked with a soft laugh, “My mom used to have to do the same thing when dad was trying new recipes.” When he offered his hand, Yongsun didn’t even think twice about it. She gladly placed her own in his and walked the short distance to the kitchen like that. It was practically second nature by now to hold his hand when they were walking together. 

So this was about... pancakes? And she didn’t want Manny to help despite calling for his assistance? Yongsun stood beside Manuel, confused. Did Hayeon want her help instead? It seemed an odd situation, but Yongsun would have been perfectly happy to help if Hayeon asked. She must have had a reason for calling them over only to tell Manuel she wasn’t looking for his help. Though after she had pointed to herself and Hayeon gave another negative response, they had every reason to be suspicious. Why would she call them out to the kitchen pretending she needed help if there was nothing to help with?

That question was answered pretty much immediately. Hayeon’s gaze moved to a spot above them. Manuel’s followed. And, finally, Yongsun’s. Mistletoe? When had that gotten there? Was Hayeon trying to get them to-? Yongsun would be lying if she said she hadn’t thought about what it might be like... 

Not that that was something she’d ever admit out loud. Besides, it’s not like it meant anything, right? People wondered all the time what kissing their friends would be like... didn’t they? Okay. Probably not. And Yongsun certainly hadn’t considered the question about, well, anyone, until a couple weeks ago when she and Manny were making dinner together. He had smiled at he and, suddenly, the thought had just popped up like it was supposed to be there...

She certainly couldn’t blame Manuel for his reaction. Her own hadn’t been much better- her face was warm, probably pink with embarrassment, and, worse, she’d practically frozen up, unsure of what to do. Should she tell him traditions be damned, he didn’t have to kiss her? Or should she wait and see what he might do? Give yourself a second to calm down, Yongsun. You’re heart’s beating too fast. If she could focus more on Manny and less on the question of whether he was about to kiss her or not...

She nodded in reply to his question. It was tradition. Though she really didn’t want him to feel obligated to do this just because it was a tradition. But it’s not like she could say that out loud without the worry of sounding like maybe she didn’t want to kiss him. Did she want to kiss him? And did he want to kiss her? She knew the answer to the first question- yes. maybe. out of curiosity? because she’d been noticing, lately, how ridiculously attractive he was? (And maybe, just maybe, these thoughts were starting to making some sense to her now.) But there was still the question of Manuel. He had looked just as embarrassed as she was. Was that a good thing? Or was it because he was trying to find any way possible to get out of this? 

Then again, maybe it would be better if the first time they kissed was under different circumstances. Er... not that that was necessarily going to happen, of course. She wasn’t even sure where Manny stood on all of this (and she was a bit confused in regards to herself, too) But if it did happy... wouldn’t it be better that it happened... naturally?... not just because of a piece of strategically placed mistletoe. (Why had Hayeon done this anyway?)

Yongsun didn’t have time to think on it much, though. The sight of Manny leaning in had basically erased everything from her mind. Everything except the realization that she couldn’t pretend she didn’t understand her own thoughts anymore. This was definitely more than just “curiosity” and she couldn’t help it that it was hard to want to stay “just friends”. And sometimes, didn’t it kind of seem like maybe he felt the same way? But he didn’t kiss her. At least not how she thought he might. Yet somehow... this was better? Small. Playful. She wouldn’t have to question what it meant. She ducked her head to hide just how much she was smiling over something so simple. Is this what people meant when they talked about “getting butterflies”? If so, then she understood why people talked about it like it was something exciting. It felt nice. Really nice. Then came that final question from Manny- still playful, but with a more self-assured voice. Oh god, those “butterflies” were really fluttering now. Had he just been teasing her? Or was it something more than that?

Now wasn’t the time to get into it. Yongsun softly laughed it off- maybe they could pretend it had just been a joke (perhaps it really had been a joke despite the fact that he was clearly flustered again), “Maybe next time?” She replied, keeping a tone that suggested this was all just part of the playful banter. Though if there was a next time...

Still clearly a bit embarrassed both by what had happened and by her own words, Yongsun replied, “Y-Yeah. Decorating. We should finish that.” Oops. For a moment she’d forgotten that’s why she was even here. 

[rkheejin]

（ ♡ ）vlog one ↬ jenga cover uploaded by heekies // 0:00-1:21, 1:41-2:32!

“—make sure the light is on, min, we don’t have a lot of time—” her voice fades in and out from somewhere in the empty auditorium, cutting through their fumbled silence with amusement off camera. light laughter can be heard as they finish setting up, the lenses focus fuzzing a bit before fully focusing on her body as she walks into frame. heejins smile is bright, beautiful as always, and she looks towards the camera with full attention from her spot atop the stage ( boy, does she feel powerful— bless hayeon for gifting her such a nice camera for christmas ). “hello, heejin here,” her voice chimes clearly, reaching for the microphone in front of her, one she’d prepared earlier.

“i’ll be frank, here— i’m kind of in a time crunch at the moment, we’re not really supposed to be in here right now...” she trails off slightly, brows creasing as she looks off camera towards someone else, a grin growing on her lips before she’s looking to the camera again. “i’m not supposed to be here—” then again, towards her company, “i already said we, i won’t backtrack!”

there’s a jump cut. she’s in the same place, the dregs of a laugh leaving her.

“there’s been a song that i haven’t been able to get out of my head lately, so i figured...why not embrace it and do a little cover?” she tilts her head, question playfully in the air, then gives a small nod. a few seconds of quiet as she breathes and prepares herself, then the music starts to play.

her eyes close, and she begins to sing.

I just wanted to play this game 사랑이란 감정에 매료돼 날 가득 채웠네 eh 누가 시킨 적도 없는데 탑을 쌓아올렸네 너의 조각들로 빼곡해

내 맘을 채운 너의 눈코입과 너의 특유의 말투와 억양 시야에서 흐릿해져갈 때면 휘청거리네 나의 하루가 내 맘에 수많은 구멍이 나도 버틸 수 있는 이윤 너라고 이제 네가 한 발짝만 더 발을 빼면 난 무너질 텐데 eh

I don’t wanna play this game no more Somebody help I don’t wanna play this game no more Somebody help

she’s nodding her head to the beat as the instrumentals continue to play, giving herself a second to regain some breath, clearing her throat gently away from the mic. she’s glad she’d done a bit of editing to the music beforehand, replacing what was meant to be the rappers section with the clearest audio of just the instrumental that she could.

it wasn’t the best— you could still hear a bit of his voice if you listened carefully, but it’d been the best she could do. heejin was no genius editor.

there’s a gentle sway to her body as she lets it take over her more, a single hand on the mic, pulling it close for the second verse. she lets out a small grin as she catches sight of something off to the side ( changmin was doing something funnily supportive, no doubt ), her head shaking gently before taking in another breath to sing again.

내 맘을 채운 너의 눈코입과 너의 특유의 말투와 억양 시야에서 흐릿해져갈 때면 휘청거리네 나의 하루가 내 맘에 수많은 구멍이 나도 버틸 수 있는 이윤 너라고 이제 네가 한 발짝만 더 발을 빼면 난 무너질 텐데 eh

I don’t wanna play this game no more Somebody help I don’t wanna play this game no more Somebody—

she doesn’t get to finish the second chorus, the shrill sound of the school bell cutting through what had been a peaceful and calm mood breaking her trance. her voice cracks some in her surprise, a gasp sounding around the room thanks to the mic, and her eyes go wide as her gaze frantically moves from the camera to changmin.

then, heejin’s laughing.

“i guess i have to stop now,” she manages out between chuckles, cheeks tinging pink as she tries to calm herself. “maybe i’ll do this again and actually finish the song, but we have to go. so, see you next time!” she gives a wave with one hand as the other set the microphone back on its stand.

she keeps waving, her smile large ( even if she still felt a bit embarrassed about getting scared ) and the video ends.