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Seven Thursdays // Im Hyunsik

Author: @killingmebtob // Fiq

Title: Seven Thursdays

Characters: Im Hyunsik

Summary: Seven Thursdays, Seven Coincidences

Author’s Note: Last Thursday everyone! 

Thursday, 17 November 2017

On the seventh Thursday, I find myself sitting on the bench. My notebook lays untouched by my side. On my lap is my phone, playing a recent ballad. Playing his ballad. My wrist is slowly feeling a little numb from having supported my head since earlier. As I listen to his mellow and baritone voice, I note that he really lives up to his name as the ‘genius composer’. The song is nothing short of amazing and yet… it makes me even more confused than our last meeting. Putting the song on repeat since yesterday did nothing to clear my mind. Instead, it only creates more questions as the implications of the lyrics sink in.

His lyrics which tells a story of two strangers.

About love found in coincidences.

I frown as the song reach the bridge, the part that he had admitted having problems with and the part that makes me question the man even more.

So when I next see you

I hope you’ll wait for me

For this song is never enough

Not for the words that I want to share with you

A shiver runs down my back, not from the cold but from the raw emotions in his voice as he sings the bridge. Even though there is a slight drizzle, I barely register the raindrops. It is as if his song is keeping me warm.

Suddenly, I notice that the raindrops have subsided, not because it stops raining but because there is a navy umbrella above me. I blink the water droplets away from my eyelashes to finally notice the black boots in front of mine.

“You’re here early.”

I look up and sure enough, Hyunsik stands before me, his hand outstretched as he shares his umbrella with me.

“Hey you,” I greet, smiling weakly at him.

“You’re listening to our song.”

I look down at my lap and see that his group’s album is clear on the screen.

“Yeah, I just remembered today.” A lie.

He shifts his weight on his feet as he brings the umbrella closer to me. I did not make any move to stand. Nor did I give any indication of moving away.

“So what do you think about it?” A slight apprehension laces his voice as he nervously waits for my response.

I look up and meet his eyes, eyes that are filled with worry and expectations.

“It’s a loaded song,” I mutter, breaking our eye contact when I notice the way his eyes shift to read me.

A stretched silence comes between us, each of us wanting to say something but holding back out of fear.

“What does the song mean?” I manage after the prolonged stillness, still looking down on my lap.

He takes a deep breath as he considers my question. Clearing his throat, he tries to find the proper words to answer.

“I… I want us to end our Thursdays.”

My head shoots up as I eye him suspiciously over his unexpected statement. He sees the look on my face and laughs under his breath before continuing.

“That’s not what I mean. I want us to stop meeting on Thursdays in exchange for the rest of our days. I want us to stop meeting at the park so that I can take you out for dinner after this. I want to stop looking forward to Thursdays and instead, I just want to look forward to all the other days that I can share with you.”

I blink slowly as comprehension sinks in. Finally, I am able to register the unexplained tension that had settled between us since a few Thursdays ago.

“Where are we right now, Hyunsik?” I ask softly, my voice barely a whisper but he hears it nonetheless.

“A crossroads of sort. I’ve stepped on my path and I think it’s your turn now to make the choice.”

“And what if I choose something else entirely?”

“Then I’ll be happy with the seven Thursdays that I was able to spend with you.”

A sad smile crosses his face as he considers the possibility of that happening. I nibble my lower lip, unsure of the words that I want to say.

“This is not supposed to happen. Everything is supposed to be a coincidence,” I whisper as I hold his gaze.

With his usual eye-smile, he responds, “And some coincidences are made after the first one.”

When I can only see determination staring back at me, I take a deep breath and make a move to stand up. Noticing this, Hyunsik offers his hand but I do not take it. Instead, I plant my feet closer to the bench to create a small distance between us. I ignore the flash of hurt on his face and take a step closer.

“There are a lot of things that we don’t know about each other,” I state clearly, proud that my voice is stable enough to not betray my decision.

“And that’s the beauty of this. Of us. So will you take the chance with me?”

Appearing as if I am considering his question, I take a step closer to him until we are only a breath away from each other. And for the first time, I am able to see his face up close. He really is handsome, and the pictures are nothing in comparison. Hesitatingly, I reach a hand up to cup his cheek, my thumb barely stroking his smooth skin. He stands utterly still, as if afraid that by moving, I may run away. I lean my head closer, until our foreheads touch and I can feel him shiver from the cold and our close proximity. Slowly, I bring my lips closer to his, stopping an inch away so that we share the same breath. He did not move and I silently thank fate that he is giving me his trust along with so much more. I press my lips lightly against his, a ghost of a kiss before pulling back. With our foreheads still against each other, I whisper the answer that I had chosen since his confession.

“Okay.”

It takes seven Thursdays to start falling in love

[blu-joons]

BEST FRIEND BTOB A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Im Hyunsik

A ⇴ ATTENTION

Quite often Hyunsik would have his eyes on you, if he heard your laugh or felt you close by then he’d be looking for you. Once he’d found you, he’d still be watching you, almost drifting out of his actual conversation.

B ⇴ BICKER

Your childish sides definitely come out when you’re around one another, and therefore you bicker a lot of the time too. Hyunsik loves to bicker and try and wind you up when the two of you do it, he prides himself on being able to get a reaction out of you, and nine times out of ten gets what he wants too.

C ⇴ COMFORT

Nothing else is as important as you when Hyunsik can tell that you need comforting, he’s always there for you. His skills as a lyricist make him pretty good at being able to say the right thing or at least find a good way to phrase what it is that he wants to say, even if it’s not exactly what you want to hear.

D ⇴ DISAGREEMENTS

It’s pretty rare for the two of you to disagree, if an argument seems like it’s brewing, Hyunsik especially will try his best to change the subject. He deflates most situations by changing the subject, however if you really want to argue, then he’ll let you take it out on him and bear the brunt of it, knowing full well that when you’ve calmed yourself back down again, you’ll always be there and apologising to him.

E ⇴ EARLY YEARS

Both of you felt surprisingly comfortable around each other almost from the start of your friendship which made getting to know each other a lot easier. You were sure the fact that you had such similar interests made bonding so easy as you found yourselves with so much to talk about and when you needed something to bring the conversation back too, you knew exactly what you could ask the other person.

F ⇴ FAMILY

Hyunsik’s family invited you to just about anything that they did together as they loved having you around, just like Hyunsik did. His dad especially was fond of you and often dragged you out of Hyunsik’s company whenever you visited the family so that he could spend some time talking to you instead. If Hyunsik showed up to anything without you, it was a guarantee that questions would be asked of him.

G ⇴ GETTING TOGETHER

You would usually take your chance to relax when you hung out and just kick back for a while in each other’s company. You loved inviting Hyunsik to your place so that he could have a bit of a distraction, ordering in some food and finding something to watch for a while so that you could both just settle.

H ⇴ HABITS

The two of you had a habit of working perfectly together, you were in perfect sync when you were with each other. It surprised a lot of people when they watched you both together, you knew exactly how to make the most of your time and exactly how to bring the best out, more importantly, of the other person too.

I ⇴ INSIDE JOKES

Your inside jokes were often a tool that you used to cheer each other up, as there were some that you knew would always get a reaction. Hyunsik especially knew there were one or two inside jokes that made you laugh every time, and so he used them every time too whenever he wanted to cheer you up.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

Although no one else could ever tell when Hyunsik was jealous, you definitely could. The spark in his eyes would be missing whenever someone was around that was trying to push Hyunsik aside. He knew that he wasn’t particularly loud, but when one of your friends really did want all of the attention, especially yours, then Hyunsik couldn’t help but feel slightly taken aback and a little offended too.

K ⇴ KICKS

Hyunsik got a kick out of working successfully with you and being able to achieve something with you too. He loved being able to find a project that could have both of your names on, and he especially loved being able to use that to show off to everyone just how talented you were at the same time too.

L ⇴ LOVE

He loved how everything fell into place when Hyunsik was with you, you both knew the sorts of things that you wanted to do and got how the other person was feeling too. You slotted together perfectly, you knew when you were in the way or when the other person wanted you around, and you knew when to move out of the way or when to offer a helping hand to the other person at the same time too.

M ⇴ MEETING

The two of you first met when you were invited by Cube to work with Hyunsik on a song for the group to release as part of their new album. You couldn’t wait to get started having listened to some of their music before, and Hyunsik snapped up the chance to work with you as soon as it was mentioned to him too.

N ⇴ NONSENSE

Being silly with you was by far one of Hyunsik’s favourite things to do, especially as you made it so easy for him to do too. He knew that he could relax around you, and most importantly not worry about a thing.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

Hyunsik was obsessed with your personality and how well it matched his. The two of you felt as if you were the perfect match, something that sometimes overwhelmed Hyunsik as he never expected it.

P ⇴ PRECIOUS MOMENTS

He loved watching you when you were focusing the most, seeing you hard at work and passionate about what you did gave Hyunsik a lot of inspiration. Being able to do something that meant so much to him alongside you too meant so much to Hyunsik, especially when you succeeded at the same time too.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

Before he put pen to paper, if he wasn’t sure about something then he’d ask you about it. You were the one that knew when a lyric worked or when you knew that he was capable of coming up with something better.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

Everything that you worked on was kept by Hyunsik as a small part of him always hoped that one day he’d be able to use it on something. He saved all the lyrics or demos that you produced in the hope that one day they’d come in handy and give him another reason to work with you on some music again.

S ⇴ SUPPORT

Having you around always helped Hyunsik out, knowing that there was at least one person cheering for him in the crowd always helped to settle his nerves. If he was ever worried, he knew that if he text you to tell you then you’d quickly reply and reassure him that he never had any reason to worry about anything.

T ⇴ TRIPS

If he wanted to go on a trip, usually for some song writing inspiration, it would be you that he’d ask to go with him first. If he wanted to escape and explore, there was no one better for him to do it with than you.

U ⇴ ULTIMATE

There was no one else who even came close to being the best friend that you were to Hyunsik, and he didn’t want anyone to either.

V ⇴ VISITS

Although he never let you know, it always meant a lot to Hyunsik whenever you stopped by the studio to visit him. Even if you weren’t working with him, you still couldn’t help but see what he was up to.

W ⇴ WISDOM

He tried his best whenever it came to advice, even if Hyunsik couldn’t walk in your shoes, he’d still try and help you out.

X ⇴ XXXX

Together the two of you weren’t massively affectionate with one another, if anything, affection made you a little awkward. You weren’t used to being touchy with each other, and so when you were, it felt a little strange.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were the one that Hyunsik was in awe of you, he always got inspired by you.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

The choice was always yours when it came to sleeping, if you wanted to stay at Hyunsik’s, he’d always be happy to have you. But, if you wanted to go home, he’d be equally happy to drive you back to yours.

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July 2018 Story # 1 : Beautiful Melody

Title: Beautiful Melody

Author: Mika

Summary: Hyunsik met Melody in probably one of the most cliché way. Now seeing her walk down the aisle made him remember their moments and a lot of beautiful things about her.

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As far as my eyes can see, faces of people I knew almost half of my life were there. All of them anticipated with glee for her to come through the doors of the chapel. And I was not an exception. As a matter of fact, I think I felt different kinds of emotions all at once that time.

When she appeared at the entrance, my heart raced at an increasing rate. To say that she is beautiful was an understatement.

She held a bouquet of pink and white peonies. I remember her saying that it’s her favorite for it embodies romance, prosperity and a happy marriage.

The moment our eyes met, I felt nostalgic. I can still remember in detail the day when I first saw her.

I met her in spring...

~

The moment when I first met you

It's still very clear

The moment you hugged me

"GET OUT OF THE WAY!" A voice bellowed from behind. I turned around and saw a speeding bike a few meters away from where I was standing.

The girl riding it seemed to have lost control of the bike as I saw her hand was continuously pressing the brake handle and still, it was not stopping. The downward slope of the road made the situation even worse.

"You might get hurt! Stay away!" She warned me again. But instead of avoiding her, I put down my guitar and readied myself to catch her. I don’t know exactly how I will do that but I can’t just let her go into a bigger trouble.

She hit an uneven part of the road, causing her to separate from the bike. The impact sent her flying.

“AAAAAAH!”

Everything happened so fast. I caught her with my arms and we stumbled on the ground where fallen cherry blossom petals were scattered.

“Are you okay?” I asked when I felt her grip on me loosened. She lifted her head, frightened eyes stare into mine. My face were inches away from hers and my breath hitched at the sight of her up close.

She’s pretty.

She pulled away from my embrace, I forgot that I was still holding her. “Y-yes, thank you.” she answered when we both stood up and shook the dirt off our clothes “How about you?” she asked full of concern.

I nodded then smiled and I saw her sigh in relief. We decided to check her bicycle that fell on the pavement. It was a good thing that no one was near us when the accident happened, so no one got hurt.

“The brake cable snapped off, that’s why it didn’t stop when you pulled the handle” I explained to her when I saw the cause. I can tell that she has been using it for a long time now. The color already faded, fenders were dented and the chain is rusty. “It’s not safe riding this, you must get it fixed.”

She said she was about to go home from the convenience store and forgot to check if the brakes were working. We were going the same direction so I picked up my guitar and walked with her, I learnt that they just moved in their new house a few days ago and she also transferred to the school where I go to. She pointed at a house a couple of steps from us. “That one is ours.”

And I pointed at one, two doors away from hers saying that it is where I live. We walked a little more and halted in front of her house “Thanks again for saving me, I’ll get my bike fixed.” her lips curved upward.

“No problem. You should, and always remember to check the brakes before riding it.” I said, adjusting my glasses.

“Yes, sir.” She jokingly saluted and we laughed “I’ll go in now.”

I nodded and waited for her to go inside but I just remembered something.

“Hey uh- I forgot to ask” she turned back to me “What’s your name?”

She smiled a toothy grin and I thought that was the most beautiful thing I’ve seen all day.

“Melody” she said “My name is Melody.”

Wow. Even her name is pretty.

“I’m Hyunsik.” Giving the same smile, I stated “Welcome to the neighborhood, Melody”.

And to cut a long story short, we became friends. We became comfortable around each other for we meet and talk everyday, whether in school or while going home.

In school, we also share the same circle of friends and teasing us became their habit. Melody and I will just shake our heads and laugh it off.

~

I know the whole world become brighter

I felt it was different from yesterday

Oh because of you everything has changed

“Is that a new song you are writing?”

I was too focused on what I was doing that I didn’t notice her sit next to me. We were under a tree nearest to the school building.

“Mm- yeah. It’s only halfway done.” I said still scribbling on the notebook.

“Can I hear a little bit of it?” I felt her move closer as she slightly pleaded “Just a teeny tiny bit?”

She knows that I won’t let her hear the song until it’s finished but her puppy dog eyes never fail to make me say yes.

She always wins.

“Okay okay, I’ll sing a bit” I surrendered.

“Yay!” Melody clasped her hands and I started to sing the chorus. She put her hands under her chin and leaned.

Just wait, I will fly high just like you Higher than the countless twinkling stars above you Just wait, I will always be by your side I’ll be your star that shines brighter than anyone else

She listened intently as I sing until the last line. When I finished, she clapped and her eyes twinkled with delight. “Woah Mr. Im Hyunsik! The song is soooo good and your voice is amazing as always.” She sincerely said “What’s the song called?”

“I haven’t decided on it yet.”

She was silent for a moment before saying “Star. How about ‘star’ for the title?”

I nodded in agreement “Star it is then.”

The next minute, we heard meowing sounds and she followed it to see where it came from. It led her to a bush. “Hyunsik, come and look at this” she called to me.

It’s a mother cat with three kittens, their colors were a mix of black, gray and white. Melody scooted down and carefully patted them “I bet you’re hungry, it’s almost lunch time” she talked to them. I watched her get a canned tuna from her bag. She opened it and fed the tuna to the kittens and their mother.

Melody has this soft spot for animals, especially for cats, albeit she can’t keep one because of pet allergy. She always carry cat/dog food or canned fish so that whenever she met stray cats or dogs, she’ll never think twice to entertain and feed them. Also, she always find time to volunteer in animal shelters.

“Imagine you are alone in the street, you have nowhere to go to, nothing to eat, and no one is there to take care of you. It’s sad right?” she said to me once. “If only people will just care more about these kinds of things then the world would have been a better place.”

If you’d ask me what is the most beautiful thing about her and I only need to pick one, I’d say it is her heart.

“They’re so cute, don’t you think so?” she looked up to me with happy eyes and she giggled. I heard her humming to the song I sang earlier.

At that moment, I noticed something different about her. But what is it?

Did she change her hair color?

Did she put make-up on?

Why does she look extra pretty today?

I might be over-reacting but I thought she was glowing.

It was the first time that I felt something different too.

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When I close my eyes, I see you again

In my head, I only think of you

I somehow, only for today

I want to say it to you

Her eyes.

Her smile.

Her laugh.

My mind kept replaying scenes on the things that she does or the things she likes to do like when she likes something so much she’ll say “this is soooo good” for not less than 5 times or how she ties up her hair in a bun when she will do something that needs her full concentration or how she fiddles with her watch when she’s nervous or the way she sketches when she’s in a good mood and when she has nothing to do. Those little things I noticed whenever I secretly look at her.

I kept thinking about her. Not a day passed without me wanting to see her, wanting to hear her stories and her hearty laugh.

I wanted to confess that I like her but I just couldn’t bring myself to say it.

Prom came, Melody and I each had our own dates but that night, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her. She wore a simple maroon chiffon dress, light make-up and her hair had curls on the ends. Melody’s beauty radiates without her putting on too much effort.

I saw that she was genuinely happy....happily dancing with her date.

He is a transferee like her and he came from the US. The guy is her crush she often talks to me about. I silently hope that at some time, she’ll notice that I don’t really like that topic.

More days gone by and the feelings I have for her grew. My eating and sleeping habits were a mess. I keep spacing out and one day my brother snapped me out of it “You could just tell her, you know. What are you so afraid of?”

“What?” I just went back to my senses, we were taking a break from playing a video game and he just said that out of the blue.

“Melody. You like her, right?” He leaned back on the couch.

“I just couldn’t say it to her, hyung. I feel like I’ll ruin the friendship we have.” I hugged the cushion and buried my face.

“You should, Hyunsik. Either she feels the same way or not, that friendship will never be gone if it’s true.” He stood up and said “Besides, you’ll never really know what she feels about you if you don’t tell her. Worst case is, what if someone confesses before you do?” hyung left me and went to the kitchen.

As if on cue, my phone lit up and a text message came in.

From: 🎶

I ran some errands a while ago and decided to get the tickets since I’m near the cinema. Don’t forget later okay? See ya sikkie~

Oh right, we were supposed to watch The Incredibles 2 tonight. She kept telling me that she wants to watch it with me since the first Incredibles movie were both our fave movie of all time.

And then I remembered what my brother said.

I need to confess now.

~

8:30 p.m.

The movie won’t start ‘till 9 and here I am outside the movie place thinking of how I will bring it up to Melody.

I can do this, I repeated over and over.

I went inside and my eyes found her immediately. She wore a sky blue top and denim pants and was sitting at a table near the arcade.

I sneak up behind her and covered her eyes with my hands “Guess who~” I said in a higher pitch-female tone voice and I can’t help but giggle with what I was doing.

“You need to practice more, Im Hyunsik.” She confidently said.

“I’m not. You are wrong.” I said in the same tone.

She burst out laughing “Hyunsik! Stop with the voice already.”

I removed my hands and sat across her. “I know you too well to not recognize that it’s you.” She chuckled and rested her hand under her chin.

She did that twinkling eyes again I can’t help but stare at her. She was telling me something but I was not paying attention. I want to tell it to her. It’s now or never.

“Hey, are you still listening to me?” she tapped my hand that was on the table.

“Melody” I switched our hands and put mine on top of hers.

Her expression changed to a serious one “Hyunsik, is there something wrong?”

I pursed my lips and shook my head “No. There’s… there’s something I want to tell you.” my heart was beating so fast I think it’s going to explode.

It was a weekend so many people came to watch a movie but suddenly, all I can see is her.

She’s looking at me, her eyes telling me to go on “Melody, I’ve been wanting to say this to you for a long time. I-“

“Oh hey sorry, the line in the restroom is too long.” I was surprised when someone interrupted.

It was her prom date that she has a crush on.

He gave an apologetic smile and then looked at me “Hi! You’re Hyunsik right? Melody told me a lot of things about you. Don’t worry, they’re all good though.”

“Hyunsik, you remember Peniel right? He’s at the class next to ours.” She pulled her hand from mine and stood up from her seat, I felt the emptiness.

“Nice to meet you, bro.” he held out a hand.

I took it and greeted back. “Nice to meet you too, Peniel” I forced a smile but inside I was not really pleased in meeting him. Not to be rude, but he just ruined the moment.

I saw his hand intertwined with hers. I think I stopped breathing for a while.

“I’ll get us some popcorn, what flavor would you like?” He asked us both.

“Anything would be fine, Hyunsik and I eat everything.” She said then looked at me “Right?”

“Y-yeah, right.” I faked a laugh.

Peniel went to the counter and waited in line and Melody got back to her seat.

“What were you saying again?” she asked me.

“Oh that… I just want to tell you that uh- I finished ‘Star’. I already recorded and I’ll let you hear it.” I half lied. Well, I really finished it and I’ll give the song to her.

“Wow! Really? I can’t wait to hear the whole song. Every song you make is really good and worth to listen to everyday. I also let Peniel hear your other songs and he agrees with me.”

Since when were they that close? And since when are they dating that I didn’t even noticed it?

It seems like she read my mind “Oh, we’ve been constantly contacting each other since prom night and earlier he said he wanted to meet me. I was at the bank that time, mom asked me to make a deposit and I said to him that I’m going here, so we met here. And-“ I saw her blush before she continued “He confessed to me and I still can’t believe my crush likes me back.” She slightly squealed.

I felt like a bucket of ice cold water was poured on me. The whole night I continued to fake smiles and laughter.

Peniel is a gentleman and very kind, even to me. Whenever he asks her something, he’ll never forget to include me in the conversation. He’ll crack jokes about the characters in the movie that’ll make her laugh, from time to time he’ll feed her popcorn. I think I watched them more than the movie.

Her smile was different that time, she was blooming and oh how beautiful her lips curve up into a smile and her eyes formed tears from too much laughing.

I really wish that it was me making her laugh like that, making her eyes disappear to thin lines, making her happy.

It was supposed to be just the two of us.

It should’ve been me.

If only I was a little braver.

~

When you’re tired, when the tears fall out

Just remember this one

You are more precious than me

I will hold your two hands, I’ll be here

We graduated high school and we went to different universities. I majored in music while she majored in architecture. Albeit having different schools, we still had the same schedule. Peniel goes to the same university with Melody but they have different schedules so I still go home with her since our schools were just near to each other.

That’s the only time I can catch up things with her because her free days are for Peniel.

Now how can I argue with that?

I just can’t, because I’m only the bestfriend and he is the boyfriend. I let it be.

I tried getting out of this one-sided feelings by focusing on my studies, composing songs, spending time with my family and other friends.

But at the end of the day, it’s still her.

I also tried to look at other girls. I was in my last year in the university when this girl in one of my classes gave me homemade chocolates on Valentine’s Day and she confessed to me thru a letter.

I gave it a shot and dated her. I thought I was happy with her and that I have moved on but every time I’m with her, Melody was all I could think of. When she took care of me when I had a fever and I was at school, I remembered how Melody always bring me herbal drinks whenever I’m sick.

Every thing she does reminded me of Melody. We were nearing our anniversary when I decide to tell her how I really feel. I thought that I can reciprocate fully what she felt for me so I tried to focus on just us and we’ve come this far, but I guess my heart was really held by someone else.

It was New Year’s Eve, and I know how she loves watching fireworks so I took her to the rooftop of our school building because that is where it can be seen clearer and it’ll feel more closer.

As expected, she was very happy when it started “I feel like I can reach them with my hands.” She said chuckling and she looked at me “Thank you Hyunsik” she rested her head on my shoulder.

I thought about Melody again. We didn’t really had much time to talk with each other because college life had been busier and also we had different schedules now so we rarely see each other.

Is she also happy watching the fireworks now?

“Sami.” I held the hands of my girlfriend “I am glad that you liked it.” I brushed my thumb against the back of her hand and I inhaled deeply “I have been nothing but happy these past months. I realized you are a wonderful person as I got to know you more.” My eyes never left hers as I say those words.

“But I can’t go on with this anymore. When I’m with you, I can’t help but also think about her. I felt like I was cheating on you and you don’t deserve that. You don’t deserve me.” This time my gaze dropped to our hands, I swallowed hard “I’m sorry, I’m in love with someone else.”

I was waiting for her to cry and be angry with me but instead she gave my hand a squeeze and she lifted my chin so that we were face to face again.

“I know.” I was surprised with her reply

“When we took pictures in the photo booth in an arcade, you went to the restroom and left your wallet with me, our pictures came out and I decided to put it in your wallet.” She paused for a while “But when I opened it, I saw your picture with her. And I recalled the many times I’ve seen you staring at it, the happy tone of your voice and the different glint in your eyes whenever you mentioned her name to me. It made me jealous but I didn’t say it to you.”

My heart was breaking, that day we went to the arcade was our first date as a couple. I didn’t remove my picture with Melody because I didn’t have to. Or maybe… I didn’t want to.

“And that time when you introduced us to each other, I saw how you looked at her and I know that you’ll never look at me the way you do to her.” Her voice faded and she cleared her throat before continuing “This was the day that I feared the most, but I still prepared my heart for it. So don’t feel too bad, okay?” she smiled even though her eyes were glassy, she was fighting back her tears.

I pulled her into a hug “You are beautiful inside and out, someone is out there waiting for you and you deserve his full attention and love. You deserve to be really happy.” And I sincerely do want her to find the love and happiness that I can’t give “Thank you Sami, thank you for everything.”

She hugged me tighter, her voice was faltering “Thank you too, Hyunsik. I wish you luck and hope you’d be happy too.”

~

“Yes, sir. Thank you very much” I ended the call and shouted with glee “Yes!” I was accepted at Cube Entertainment and will become part of the music production team. It is a step closer in reaching my dream to become a producer.

I instantly thought of going to Melody. I want her to be the first one to know. After being an intern for a year and a half, she also got accepted in her dream company. As for Peniel, he went back to the US because his family misses him and so does he so when he got the opportunity to work there, he didn’t let the chance slip away.

Melody was hesitant about the long distance relationship at first but she didn’t want it to look like she was keeping him away from his family.

It was okay at first, Peniel’s contract there is 3 years and they’re halfway through the LDR. But as months passed by, even if she doesn’t say it, I noticed that Melody got sadder. She told me they rarely talk now and sometimes Peniel would sleep in the middle of their conversation because of the different time zones and he got busier as work loads got heavier.

I stood outside her apartment door and rang the doorbell, no one answered. I rang it another time. Still, no answer. I purposely didn’t text her for I wanted to say the good news to her personally. But, she’s not at home.

Where could she be?

I fished out my phone from my pocket, I was about to dial her number when it buzzed and musical notes appeared on the screen.

“Hyuuuuunshiiiik… he he he” she said on the other line when I answered.

“Melody, where are you? Are you drunk?” I quickly noticed the way she spoke.

She stifled a laugh “Nooooo…. We came heeeere… last time…. Changsub’s birthdaaay… lights are really pretty here.. you know?” she giggled in between her words

“Stay there okay? I’m going to you.” I hurriedly drove to the bar where our friend Changsub had his birthday party last week. I hope she’s not too drunk, people might take advantage of her.

My worries subsided a little when I saw her sitting on the gutter just outside the bar. Melody was clutching her bag and she rested her left cheek on top of it. I can’t help but admire her peaceful face. I crouched down and woke her up “Melody” I slightly shook her arm “Come, on I’ll take you home.”

She lifted her head. She smiled widely as soon as she recognized me. “sikkieeee” her limbs encircled my arm and pulled it close to her “you smell niiiice… he he” I chuckled at her actions. Whenever she’s drunk, she’s clingy and tends to say a lot of cringey things.

She let go of my arm and looked at me again “You” she pointed at my face “cutieeee… you look so cute todaaay” I stifled a laugh “You think so?”

She nodded “Uh-huh… you’re Mr. Im Cutesik todaaay.. cutesik… cutesikkieee... cutiesikkie” she sing sang and I swear my heart fluttered.

I made her stand up and supported her body as I walk her to the car. She was still chanting the nickname until we reached her place.

I sat her on the sofa and she leaned sideways, her hair covering her face and within seconds, I heard small sobs. I sat next to her and reached for her hand “Hey, what’s the matter?”

She didn’t say anything and cried louder. I wrapped her in my arms, it was the first time I saw her cry like that. She usually cry over sad songs and movies but not like this. This was different. She was crying her heart out.

I wanted to punch whatever or whoever hurt her.

When she calmed down she leaned back on the sofa “We’re over-” she sniffed “We fight every time we talk… I’m so tired of it.” the sadness in her voice made my heart ache “Peniel... he- he’s going to stay there for good.” She cried again after that.

I brought her to bed when she stopped crying and tucked her in “You’re tired, sleep now.”

She clutched the hem of my shirt “Don’t leave me.” She said in a weak voice

I nodded and smiled to assure her “I won’t.”

I lied down beside her. Her eyes slowly closed when I ran my fingers through her hair and started to hum a lullaby.

I watched her sleep that night. She tossed and turned, her legs and arms were going everywhere, and her mouth was slightly opened. It was a funny scene to look at and she must’ve been really tired and sad.

But even with those things, she still looks beautiful to me.

~

So you can be happy, you can always laugh

I will always be there

Every moments of moments

I promise to protect you

The day after she got drunk, I took care of her. I learned that Peniel’s contract was extended and he decided to stay there for good. The relationship didn’t work out anymore and they didn’t end on a good note.

Since then I told myself that I wouldn’t let anything or anyone make her cry like she did that night again. I wanted to help her move on and so I did.

But, it was not easy. She still cried for more than a week or two so I encouraged her to do new hobbies and focus on other things like playing sports, or video games, tuning in to k-pop and stuffs, travelling to different countries and I slowly observed her improvement because I am with her in every step of the way.

She was getting better everyday and when I saw her beautiful smile more often, I know that the Melody I knew is back. She may not have totally gotten over him but at least she’s not crying anymore.

I started writing a song and this time I want to sing it to her personally, conveying all my feelings for her. Nothing is holding me back this time.

In more or less 2 days, I have finished the song and I called her to meet up with me later that day. I brought my guitar with me and also bought her favorite peonies.

I put in my whole heart to the song. It portrays the things I want to say to her and to remind her over and over how she is important to me and that I’ll never leave her side.

This time, I’ll confess with no hesitation. I’ll tell her that I love her and that from the start it has always been her.

I’ll never forget that day.

Because that day, was the turning point of my life.

~

Thank you that you are there for me

you are here

I promise that I will love you forever

Baby, baby you are the one

When I wrote this song, I thought of marrying her. I promised to myself that one day, in God’s will, I’ll sing it to her as her groom.

Now that I am here in front of Melody, singing the song I wrote for her and she was wearing a wedding dress, it was like a dream come true.

So you can be happy, you can always laugh

I will always be there

Every moments of moments

I promise to protect you

I sang my whole heart out looking at her, I saw how her two orbs shined, how her smile reached her eyes, how stunning she is.

The entire song I was looking at her.

Even though she looked at someone else.

Her happy eyes and wide smile were for the man beside her.

She is the bride.

But the groom is not me.

That day when I decided to confess for real, she didn’t show up. It turned out that the man she had always loved came back to her that same day.

Peniel left everything to be with Melody and they got back together and a year after, they decided to get married.

I never really got the chance to say to her how I feel. But at least as a singer for their wedding, I was lucky that I can sing it to her.

When you’re tired, when the tears fall out

Just remember this one

You are more precious than me

I will hold your two hands, I’ll be here

I will never forget the first time we met. I’ll always keep in my heart the memories I had with her, and the things she does and likes to do.

I will never leave her side whenever things get tough and I’ll always be the bestfriend whenever she needs one.

I will always remember her beautiful eyes that twinkled, her beautiful laugh that resonated, her beautiful mind that thinks, her beautiful heart that loves and always cares and all the beautiful things about her.

And I’ll always be here for her.

My Beautiful Melody

[bitubific-blog]

glowing (m)

hi, this is my first time posting a fic!! please know that it includes smut, so by all means block this acc if it makes you feel comfortable! 

hyunsik x reader, based on some feelings i had a while ago

thanks for reading!!

most days you want your body to shrink into itself. most days you clutch your thighs so close to your chest as if, somehow, they would fall into the vortex of your heart and be small for once. most days you see your body as anything but worthy to fall beneath anyone's eyes.

but everyday, hyunsik is beautiful. and every night he softens the tips of his fingers so he can use them to remind you you're monumental.

tonight, you are stubborn in believing in your ugliness. your thighs, which feel misplaced in hyunsik's bed, expand so much its like you haven't grown, but instead the world around you keeps shrinking.

somehow, hyunsik always fits. he watches your fingers clawing quietly at your skin. his eyes cross up and down in hurt. he'd never meant to let you see yourself like this.

he knows he cannot win you with words tonight; your ears are cancelling the affirmations in his chest. instead, he speaks with the hands kept tender for you. hyunsik's hand dives beneath your own. he holds them away from your thighs and grips them tightly. as he kisses beneath your fingernails you are immobilized, left only to watch his lips curling gently on your hands.

hyunsik returns the silence to your mind, as if he'd heard the buzzing inside of it. he sits closer, now merely inches in front of you. with one hand he holds your back upright, soothing the anxiety that threatened to outburst. the other runs trails over your thighs, and you swore the words "i love you" were etched onto your skin in cursive, louder than his devastation when he saw that you hated your body.

tonight, he is not as gentle. he kisses you with such ferocity you begin to lose the taste of self hatred in your mouth. he bites on your lips just hard enough you whimper carelessly, more so as his mouth wanders beneath your jaw and over your collarbones.

amidst the cries that lay dormant in your throat, his teeth fall loose and he pulls away. hyunsik takes your hand again, placing it above his thighs, while he holds his other hand above yours. staring deeply into your eyes, he whispers, "y/n, let me do this." his finger falls beneath your shirt, slowly driving down the hem of your shorts. "let me show you that i love you. and your body. and everything you are. please."

all your words well up in your chest. every "i love you," "i'm sorry you saw me like this," and "thank you," expanding in your throat. but all that emerges between your lips is his name, which tangles into the air and into his lungs. he always loved hearing it from you the most. this is the only answer he needed.

his carefulness is taken over by aggression, by desperation, leaving faint marks with his fingers and his teeth. you are loved, and you know this from the low hums that barely make it beyond his throat. you force yourself silent to hear his voice, but soon enough you are singing with him. hyunsik's hands grow hungrier each second - before you realize you are already helping him undress you. the sound of your clothes falling to the ground is outmatched by the breath against your ear, as he drags you even closer to him. his chest is grinding against your breasts, while his hands slowly ease your underwear away from you. hyunsik travels down your skin again, far enough that your nipples are encased in the warmth of his mouth. hyunsik spares no time to tease you, biting immediately as your moans grow louder and louder.

on your own, you become an orchestra by the time his hands are between your legs. your voice rises and falls, barely in sync with the rhythm of his fingers. he rubs you gently first, before he enters you with one finger then the other. hyunsik's hand dives deep inside of you and you surrender, ready to swallow him whole.

but on your own, you are not enough. there is still guilt swimming in spite of how much he lets you float above him. you draw his arms to a halt, beckoning his eyes to yours like a magnet. "i love you," you whisper gently, slipping your fingers between the buttons of his shirt. while he's dazed in astonishment you peel his shirt away, revealing the torso that carried his heavy heart. you move forward to kiss him, mimicking the trails he'd left on your skin, while you take off the remainder of his clothing. he is monumental; glowing and hard and beautiful and you want him inside of you. the exchange of eye contact is all he needs to realize this.

he climbs up onto the bed, laying flat besides you. "i want to see you," he says, pulling you on top of him. the silence is short lived. without second thought you hover yourself over him and slowly drop. you shudder all the way down until you hit the base of his member. his eyebrows furrow - a sigh of relief that you aren't the only one drowning in ichor. slowly, hyunsik rolls his hips beneath you, relishing in the way your body buckles in response. his hands glue themselves to your hips, provoking them to be anything but still. so you begin your motions, lifting up to crash gently against his skin. the two of you meet halfway. slowly at first; hyunsik navigate inside of you. your hands close shyly above his. and then, both of you unfold. your moans grow louder, his breathing stretches out more, two voices intertwining to form the perfect symphony. neither of you can hear how loudly you fall onto one another, or how greatly the bed shakes from the magnitude you both create. you utter his name like a mantra, caught in the heat of the air around you. hyunsik abandons his silence. he tilts his head backwards, trying to hide his deep bellows with the beads of sweat rolling down his neck.

hyunsik sits upwards now. you fall forward on his chest with your arms around his neck for support. he thrusts quicker and quicker into you and your voice jumps. it stutters. hyunsik has found each spot your body begged him to, and now it's like he'll never let go. he aims perfectly, and every time he does a bell strikes in your chest and you sing.

the two of you are ready to combust. his mouth bites down on your breasts again while his thumb twirls around your clitoris. you are at crossroads between your body and your mind, between succumbing to defeat and wishing for the moment to last forever.

hyunsik makes the final call for you. throwing himself deeper and deeper into you until even he is outmatched by his force. the both of you come undone in each other's arms, shaking at the mutual release. you both come on one another. you are both sticky, messy, and sweaty, but both of you are truly shining. hyunsik moans - genuinely - as he unravels himself beneath you. you can't help but smile gently at him.

there is an eternity between you both clutching onto each other before he finally pulls you down on the bed. you curl into him, no longer worried about being small enough for him to love. he latches onto you in your masses, and all the stickiness and sweat accompanying the afterglow. in spite of everything that had just occurred, hyunsik still possesses the strength to hold you close, each finger pressed firmly on your thighs. you drink his name, while he loops yours over and under his tongue.

and you never want him to let go.

[yongtxt]

hundred [johnny]

word count: 4.5k words

characters: boxer!johnny x doctor!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: blood/wound/stitches mentions, johnny hates hospitals but he likes the pretty doctor, [im not a doctor nor a boxer pls dont say that i have info wrong because I Know]

author’s note: i know this isnt long to some of u but to me it is and i havent written this much for so long im so proud of myself for finishing this:( it isnt that good but this is the first long fic ive written in a while and shhsdjk also i needed to get this out of my system ive thought about this au since that jcc came out where johnny and hyuck was doing muay thai plssss (i couldnt find a better gif tho) ok this is getting too long / feedback is appreciated tysm

Johnny Suh hated hospitals with a burning passion.

It wasn't from a past trauma nor was he afraid of it, it wasn't that serious. He wasn't exactly sure what the cause of it really was. If he had to make a guess, it was probably from the accumulation of the little things, the insignificant factors people would usually dismiss but bothered him enough that it contributed to the big hatred he built for hospitals.

Maybe it was the distinct smell of hospitals, it reeked of death and old people. Maybe it was the atmosphere of the fluorescent-lit hallways, always gloomy and heavy. Maybe it was also the fact that the fees were so expensive and yet the food they provide tasted horrible, even the coffee was a hit or miss. The only upside he could think of was people get better in hospitals, but even that wasn't assured.

Despite how much Johnny despised hospitals, he always finds himself coming back. If he wanted to get better, he had no choice but to go. He would endure the gruesome process over and over again whether it be to treat his wounds or to stitch his cuts.

With his jaw littered with small bruises and his lips busted at the corner, he sat impatiently on the hospital bed as he waited for his doctor. He was fiddling with his fingers, knuckles bruised the same way his face was. He looked beaten up, he always did.

The clothes he wore contradicted the state he was in, they were fresh and laid back. He looked like a college student from the way he dressed. A delinquent more like, if one considered his cuts and bruises. Before heading to the hospital, he always makes it a point to shower and make himself appear presentable to the public. Although no one really bothers to take notice of his effort, only him.

The sliding door opened and Johnny's attention shot up from his phone, his gaze meeting with yours. Your head popped in, peaking through the small crack you made. Your eyes lit up in recognition as it always did whenever you see him.

"Youngho-ssi?" You spoke almost as if it was a question, voice barely above a whisper to make sure you were in the correct room, about to tend the correct patient.

Johnny didn't understand why you always did that, call out his name as if this was the first time you were seeing him. At that point, you've been already acquainted with him enough due to his numerous trips to the hospital. Either way, he nods every time.

You gave him a small smile, widening the door enough so you could enter. You wore a white lab coat, a name tag pinned to your chest and a stethoscope hung around your neck. You were small, although anyone compared to him was bound to be comparatively smaller – that wasn't the point, you looked young and that never fails to astound him every time you go through the door.

You had a clipboard in your hands, scanning through what he assumed to be his condition that a nurse had written earlier after a quick checkup and disinfection of his open wound. Your lips were formed on a tight line, eyebrows furrowed. He continued to stare at you with such amusement.

"You don't have to answer my question, Youngho-ssi, but why are you always here?" You finally broke the silence, startling him in the slightest. You never bothered to ask before, always just offering smiles and small talks while you did your work; maybe his sudden regularity of coming to the hospital recently made your curiosity peaked.

He couldn't blame you. Anybody would be curious why a 24-year-old man keeps coming back to the hospital with no clear explanation.

He cleared his suddenly dry throat, he never liked saying his job. He said, "I box for a living."

"Ah, that makes sense!" Your eyes visibly glimmered, absentmindedly jotting down notes on his medical records. "My coworkers and I thought you were in a gang or something."

"I don't think I would be allowed to be here if I was." He chuckled, making you giggle as well.

"Seo Youngho, 24, minor lip laceration in need of immediate suture." You read of his data from the clipboard, almost comically. It was medical terms he was unfortunately already too familiar with, to him, it basically meant that he had a busted lip that needs to be sewed shut.

"You can just call me Johnny. Youngho sounds too formal to me." He said nonchalantly. You nodded your head to his simple request; it probably was best if you got to know him better since he frequented the hospital so much.

"Alright, Johnny. We'll start the process now, okay?"

With keen eyes, he watched you slip on a pair of surgical gloves. You grabbed a tissue from the metal tray that sat beside him and began folding it into squares. He felt his heartbeat quicken, he hated getting stitches or any form of medical treatments for that matter, but as morbid as it was, he thought of it as punishment for his recklessness in the ring.

"Isn't boxing just, I don't know, senseless violence?" You asked, tone dripping with pure innocence and unadulterated interest as you gently dabbed away the remaining dried blood the nurse failed to clean earlier.

"It's a sport, it's how I bring money to the table." He pursed his lips, ignoring the twinge of pain that surged through his nerves. He visibly relaxed when you placed a hand onto his shoulder to reassure him.

Ever since the first time you got assigned to him, the first thing he took note of was the softness of your hands. You handled him as if he was fragile glass, despite how he easily towered over you. He felt pathetic as a 24-year-old but your gentle touches would greatly help put him at ease.

"I guess. I didn't mean to be rude." You were hesitant, Johnny could tell but he was glad you didn't push on any further. He couldn't handle explaining his occupation when you were about to pierce his skin. "Okay, Johnny, now that your lip is clean and the anesthesia had seeped in, we'll start. I think you know how it goes by now."

"Make it quick, please." He nodded, squinting his eyes shut at the mere contact of a surgical pen grazing over his gaped lips. You were relieved that his cut wasn't too big, you couldn't stomach the idea of putting him in too much pain for longer.

As you picked up the tweezers and string of nylon, you couldn't help but laugh at the six-foot boxer in front of you who was clearly petrified of getting stitches, "This will be done as soon as you know it. You won't really feel it because of the anesthesia, remember? Now count to a hundred backward for me."

Once the numb feeling of nylon dragged through his lips, he swore he saw white spots flicker in his vision. His eyes immediately watered and he tried his best not to squirm under your hold, beginning to count to a hundred backward like you had instructed him to. You admitted it to him the first time you stitched him that it was a trick that you learned from your pediatrician friend. Despite it being for children, it helped to get him distracted while you focused on your job.

Minutes felt like hours, Johnny had been fighting the urge to punch something, anything, to release tension and nerves. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he took a peak and tried to take his attention away from what was currently happening on his lip. His gaze landed on your pretty eyes, how it was narrowed in focus and how your lashes perfectly framed it.

This wasn't the first time he'd observe you up close, there had been many occasions in the past that you had been too close for comfort in order to tend his wounds. It had been too many that it was almost as if he was close to memorizing your features. You were not only beautiful but you were also a smart and capable doctor.

Eventually, you finished and started to rub ointment on his sore lip — the finishing line.

"Try not to eat anything spicy or hard. You know the drill." You grinned at his suddenly pale features, ripping off your gloves as his eyes adjusted to the bright lights of the room. "You're good to go. Be careful next time."

He let out a shaky breath, clearly still winded up from the procedure, "I'll try. Thanks again, doc."

-

The punching bag felt great against Johnny's fists. There wasn't a feeling in the world that could compare to the impact of leather slamming against his skin. He could last hours mindlessly pummeling the bag if his stamina just allowed him to.

Hyunsik, Johnny's manager and personal trainer, drew away from the punching bag he held in between his arms. He let out a breath and held out a hand to motion that Johnny has done enough.

Johnny was hurting, Hyunsik could see that much. The bandages he had wrapped for the boxer's fingers were turning into a shade of red that they were all too familiar with.

Hyunsik clicked his tongue, "You should've used your gloves."

"How can I grow stronger if I keep relying on them?" Johnny rolled his eyes. His muscles needed a boost and this seemed to be the only logical way to strengthen them — a little blood never hurt anybody.

"Someday you're gonna fracture your hand and you'll be forced out of the ring. Remember that." Hyunsik huffed, his voice stern. "Take them off, I'll clean the blood off."

Johnny reluctantly did as told, unfurling the bandages wrapped around his fingers. The pain was excruciating when the fabric grazed along his tender skin, he winced at the unsightly view of his reopened wounds.

Hyunsik led him back outside of the ring to the benches where the first aid kit was. He made the boxer sit down so he could start cleaning off his wounds. It looked horrific, more so than it usually did and he had no choice but to break the news to Johnny.

"It looks really bad. You need to go get that checked in the hospital and have it sewed back." Hyunsik said, taking a wet towel and carefully dabbing it across Johnny's bloodied knuckles.

He didn't want to go to the hospital. Going to the hospital to have his wounds treated meant that Johnny would be medically required to take days off work to let his hand heal. Johnny frowned, "Don't you have an ointment or something that could help? I can't afford to lose a day of practice."

"Don't you think I know that?" Hyunsik rolled his eyes. "As your manager, I want you to be in top shape for your match next week, even if it means sacrificing a day or two for you to heal."

Johnny could only nod. He sat through Hyunsik's lecture on the changes he should make to his dietary plan and the exercises he should do during his temporary break. It infuriated him that he couldn't do anything about it but nod along.

The incoming match that was set next week would make or break his career as an underground boxer. He didn't have the option of missing it because of some measly reopened wounds. If he had to rest to get better, he had no choice but to suck it up. This was his fault anyway for pushing himself too much.

Johnny showered in the locker rooms and changed into nicer clothes that didn't reek of blood and sweat. His hands were stinging but he shook it off.

He ignored the concerned looks other boxers were giving him and begrudgingly made his way to the hospital to get himself checked in. You wouldn't be happy to see him all bloodied again, he thought.

-

Much to Johnny's surprise, it wasn't you who was assigned to him. It was a much older doctor with graying hair and a nose stuck too far up in the air. She was rude and condescending, her lack of politeness to her patients was quite appalling. If Johnny wasn't in such a bad mood, he might've complained already.

God, this day couldn't get any worse.

With a meek voice, Johnny asked where you were and at the mention of your name, his doctor gave him a narrowed look. She sneered, "She's handling much more important cases. Does she know you?"

"I think so." Johnny gulped, unsure of the answer himself.

The doctor's grip was tight and she was hasty. It was as if she was trying to speed through the process to just get it over with. Johnny wanted to cry because he was starting to get traumatized by this doctor's procedure, he didn't want to hate the hospital more than he already did.

He internally screamed for your name as he watched the doctor pull on the gloves. The sliding door harshly whipped open and there you were in all your glory, like an angel sent from above to save him from the devil incarnate who was about to pierce his skin.

You were panting and the sheen on your forehead made it obvious that you ran your way to his room. Johnny's heart leaped with glee.

"Unnie, I'll handle him." You said, unable to catch your breath as you made your way inside. "I think the ER needs you more than me."

The doctor seemed hesitant at first but you tried to convince her otherwise. She eventually agreed and left you with Johnny who had a cheesy smile on his face the entire time since you've arrived.

"So Johnny, what happened this time?" You asked, picking up the clipboard that sat next to him on the bed.

"I overdid the punching during training and it reopened some old wounds on my knuckles. It hurts like a bitch."

You pulled a face, "That's a bit intense."

He chuckled, "It's normal."

"Can I please see it?" You opened your palm so he could place his hand on yours. You observed his cuts and the scabs that were beginning to form around it, it was too deep to let it heal on its own so you made the verdict that he needed to get it sewed back together ⁠— as unfortunate as it was since he was a boxer and he needed his hands to box.

You tugged on a new pair of gloves and began the painful procedure, Johnny started counting down even without you instructing him to. You quickly got to work and stitched back his wounds with your lip in between your teeth

Johnny felt squeamish, he could never get used to the feeling of stitches. His eyes were glued shut and he mumbled numbers like it was mantra.

Once you were done, you smiled fondly at your work. You managed to get by with fewer stitches and you felt pride swell up in your chest. Johnny noticed and, as lightheaded as he was, couldn't help but smile as well.

"You're pretty good."

"At stitching?"

Johnny nodded with his cheeks flushed, he made a mental reminder to smack himself in the head later for such a crude comment. You probably thought he was an idiot now.

"I sure hope so." You chuckled, making him blush even deeper if that was even possible. "It's part of my job."

Johnny shook his head in embarrassment, his dark hair bouncing from how vigorously he did it. He mumbled, "That sounded really lame and not smooth, I'm sorry. Please forget I opened my mouth."

You could only chuckle as you apply the ointment around his knuckles. He wanted the ground to open up and just swallow him whole.

"Please let this heal completely, Johnny. Don't apply any strain on your injuries for a couple of days and refrain yourself from carrying anything heavy so that the stitches won't rip." You said, carefully placing down his hand back on his knee. You were gentle as ever, Johnny swooned. "Absolutely no punching for a while."

"I have an important match at the end of next week. Is there any way to speed up the healing process?" Johnny asked, his eyes were almost pleading at you and you blinked at him in surprise.

"Apart from what I just said, there's really nothing else you could do." You pursed your lips, watching his expression visibly deflate. "If you want to have even a sliver of a chance at winning your match, I suggest you do as I say. Your stitches won't take too long to heal, I promise."

If Hyunsik was there with him, he would've probably already scolded him but the point would be the same. He had always prioritized Johnny's health above winning.

"Okay, doc. I'll do my best." Johnny said, defeated.

"You know, I always see the aftermath of your matches and your training. I want to see you in the ring next time when you're not bloody and beaten up yet." You smiled at him and you swore that all the color that was previously drained from Johnny's face came rushing back. "If it's okay."

"Are you serious?" Johnny asked, almost dumbfounded. Did the pretty doctor he'd been crushing on for months really just asked if she could watch his match?

You nodded with the same hue of red now tainting your cheeks.

"O-Of course! It's on Saturday next week! Please come and cheer me on!" Like a little kid, he excitedly rambled on about the details about the upcoming match and you nodded with the same enthusiast as you wrapped bandages around his hands.

You weren't from his world so everything he said sounded foreign to you. The terms he said, the infamy of his opponents, the prominence of it all — you were eager to learn it if it meant seeing him this happy.

You've always known that he hated hospitals. It was clear from the way he acted during your first meeting. He was stiff and tense, the body language he exuded just screamed that he wanted nothing more than to get the hell out of there. As he visited the hospital more and more, you noticed the hatred never faltered. He only became better at hiding it from you.

To see him so relaxed and carefree within the four walls he hated with all his being, it was a breath of fresh air and the feeling you had in your chest grew stronger.

"You're good to go. I promise to see you in your match." You were jotting some last-minute details on the clipboard and you missed the way Johnny kept grinning like an idiot. "As much as I love seeing you here, I hate that you keep getting yourself injured. Keep out of trouble for me, Johnny."

You left the room without letting Johnny say another word.

Fuck, Johnny realized he hadn't asked for your number.

-

Johnny's match started in ten minutes. His heart was pounding in his ears, he almost couldn't hear what Hyunsik was shouting to him.

The underground stadium was filled to the brim with people, he felt more nervous than he did during his first boxing match. A lot was at stake for this win, he needed the belt. He was desperate for it.

"Johnny, are you listening to me?" Hyunsik raised his voice, aggressively slapping Johnny's cheeks together in his hands so he could focus on him. The boxer's mind was fleeting and it was his job to pull him back to reality now.

He hadn't seen you since last week and as much as he wanted to go back to the hospital to see you, he refused to badly hurt himself in the days that led up to the match. Johnny scanned the crowd for your face but he couldn't see it. You weren't there.

At the lack of your turnout, he failed to mask his disappointment. Hyunsik let out an aggravated groan and pulled the boxer on his feet to berate him further.

"Johnny, please for the love of all things holy, look me in the eye."

"I'm sorry. I'm okay now. I'm listening."

"Good because your match is starting soon and I need you to win this. All your hardships and sacrifices boils down to this match, you hear me?" Hyunsik bellowed, trying his best to keep his voice louder than the cries and chants of the audience. "Show them what Johnny Suh is capable of!"

Johnny nodded fervently, forcing himself into a state of serenity of peacefulness. He let out heavy breaths to even out his breathing as his team surrounded him, prepping him for what was about to come.

Hyunsik raised his hand at Johnny. He had five minutes left until his match started and he wasn't calming down.

"Can I please have some water?" Johnny asked and his medic stumbled on his feet to fetch him a bottle from the nearby cooler. He couldn't help but let out a shaky chuckle, his team seemed tenser than he was.

He downed the bottle as soon as it reached his hand. His hand was shaky. Goddammit, why was he so nervous?

At the corner of his eye, he saw Hyunsik making his way over to the barricade that separated his corner to the rest of the stadium. He arched his neck in a way that would let him take a peek what was so important that Hyunsik had to leave his side when the match was starting in a few minutes.

It seemed like Hyunsik was trying to stop a girl who was forcing her way in through the barricade. His stomach lurched at the sight of her familiar face.

As if he was acting purely on instinct, Johnny shot up from his seat and ran towards you. Hyunsik held up his arm to stop him from going any closer to you. You could've been a deranged fan, for all Hyunsik knows.

"Johnny-"

"I know her."

Hyunsik was startled at his response and started to profusely apologize to you. You looked nothing but smug and Johnny let out a breathy laugh that helped unravel the knots in his stomach. The boxer quietly motioned for him to take his leave and Hyunsik hesitantly did as told only after tapping his wrist as a sign that time was ticking.

You bowed at him apologetically, "I'm so sorry I'm late! There was this damn patient-"

"It's okay. You're here now." He cut you off, a cheesy smile on his face. You easily reciprocated it back.

"I just came down here to wish you good luck." You said with the usual confidence in your tone gone and now replaced with a sudden timidness and bashfulness. "Not like you need it or anything."

"Where are you sitting?" Johnny asked, noticing that you were struggling to keep your attention on his eyes. He peered down and realized that he didn't have a shirt on, he chuckled.

You pointed near the walls of the stadium and he strained his vision to see so far away. He pursed his lips and let out a noise of discontent. You said that it was the only seats available because you were so late.

"Why don't you sit here with them? They wouldn't mind." Johnny said, jutting his thumb over to his team who was furtively watching his interaction.

"Oh no, it's okay."

"I insist. I want you to see me win up close."

You blushed a deep shade of scarlet and Johnny grinned at his successful attempt at a flirt. Was it even a flirt or was it an ego stroke? Either way, it didn't matter because you were smiling at him. You were easing his nerves and you didn't even know.

"I got out of my shift early so I wouldn't be in the hospital later to stitch you up." You teased, softly prodding his shoulder blade.

Johnny playfully puffed out his chest, "I don't plan on getting too injured today, I wanna look cool in front of you."

"Whatever you say, Johnny."

"But I'm nervous. I'm actually really nervous today." Johnny mumbled as if he didn't want anyone else in on your conversation, gone all traces of his cockiness as his heart thudded erratically against his chest when he heard Hyunsik's call of the last minute until he has to go inside the ring.

You gingerly reached for his taped hands and gave it a gentle squeeze, "Just count back from a hundred like I always tell you to. You'll do fine."

"Wait for me after the match, okay?" And so you did.

Counting down the numbers, Johnny clambered inside the ring and the bell rang to signal the start of the match. Being in the medical field meant that you were against all forms of violence so you couldn't really watch the entirety of the match without feeling sick to your stomach. Johnny didn't care, he was just happy that you kept your promise and was cheering him on.

It was hectic and everything was happening all at once. It was loud and everybody was screaming. This wasn't your world, it was Johnny's and your heart fluttered at the thought that he was willing to let you in it.

Eventually, the match ended in Johnny's favor and the next thing you knew, you were being hoisted up in the air. You had the biggest smile on your face, similar to Johnny's who now had a shiny belt slung over his shoulder. All his hard work and all his trips to the hospital paid off.

"Congrats on your win!" You exclaimed, placing your palms on his chest to steady yourself.

"I wanted you to see me get the belt." He admittedly sheepishly, reaching out to hold your wrists in his bruised hands.

"Aren't you hurt in any way? We can drop by the hospital if you want." You asked, checking to see if he had any major injuries but true to his word, Johnny was inflicted little to no injuries during the match, exclude the few bruises on his jaw and a busted lip

"Actually, I'd rather we get some coffee instead." Johnny said, the small smile on his lips making you chuckle.

"I'm sorry, I don't date my patients." You smirked at Johnny's crestfallen expression, softly shoving his side to make it known that you were only joking.

Johnny pulled a face, releasing a breath he didn't realize he was holding once he realized your joke. He played along, "I think you can make me an exception, I don't usually invite people to my matches."

"So this is about getting even, huh?" You were teasing him and now your faces were merely inches apart but before Johnny could even think of leaning in, you spun around and grabbed his hand once more. "C'mon then, my treat!"

Johnny let out a laugh. A boxer and a doctor, who would've thought?

[wangshurp]

Bae Moonsik

@wgs_sik FACECLAIM: Im Changkyun DATA DE NASCIMENTO E IDADE: 13/02/1998 / 23 anos NACIONALIDADE: Coreia do Sul ETNIA: Coreano GÊNERO: Masculino ORIENTAÇÃO SEXUAL: Bixessual ATIVIDADE: Atendente no FatFat Beer Horse LOCALIZAÇÃO: Jumunjin TEMAS DE INTERESSE: Angst; Crack; Fluff; General; Romance; Smut. TRIGGERS: Menção à suicídio, automutilação e assédio sexual

PERSONALIDADE: 

Mesmo sendo uma pessoa retraída, não é difícil de se aproximar de Moonsik, afinal, o rapaz sempre está aberto para novas amizades. O grande problema é convencer ele a sair de casa sem um bom motivo: encher a cara é um deles. Sempre disposto a ajudar a todos - mesmo quando o problema não está ao seu alcance -, o coreano é bem gentil e altruísta. Entretanto, é bastante cínico e vive fazendo piadas irônicas para tentar esconder as cicatrizes do seu passado -  embora que, por conta disso, fique bastante evidente que ele é uma pessoa bastante melancólica.

JUSTIFICATIVA: TW: Perda de entes queridos, negligência parental e menção à depressão.

Boa parte da personalidade de Bae Moonsik foi formada nos primeiros anos de sua vida. Não sabia como contar para os outros sobre sua história sem acabar totalmente com o clima, por isso não tocava no assunto. Poucas pessoas sabiam que sua mãe nunca havia sobrevivido ao parto e que carregava aquela culpa desde que se entendia por gente. Se já não fosse difícil o suficiente precisar lidar com aquele peso, os irmãos mais velhos e o pai também não facilitavam em nada. O tratamento diferente com Hyunsik sempre foi evidente e, na cabeça do mesmo, era o que ele merecia por ter tirado a vida da matriarca.

Conforme os anos passavam, o coreano foi percebendo que nunca seria realmente aceito naquela família. Além do desprezo claro com que era tratado, sentia que nunca se encaixaria nos ideais e na forma de viver que gostavam. Enquanto a família rica usava da primeira oportunidade para enganar e tirar dinheiro dos outros, Bae pensava que ser honesto e esforçado era a melhor forma de buscar o que queria. Ter sido rejeitado por tantos anos o fez chegar à conclusão que precisava ser melhor do que as pessoas que lhe criaram, por isso estava sempre disposto a ajudar os amigos e, sendo sincero, qualquer um que precisasse. Todos seus problemas, suas dores e suas cicatrizes eram escondidas e mascaradas com o jeito cínico, cheio de piadas irônicas que não deixava transparecer o quão quebrado era.

Eventualmente, os irmãos e o pai tentaram se redimir com Hyunsik. Sabiam que haviam errado em descontar no garoto, apenas uma criança, algo que estava completamente fora do alcance dele. Independente do quanto doesse para eles a perda, era injustificável que o caçula pagasse por isso. Entretanto, já era um pouco tarde. Não se interessava mais pela a sua família ou nas intenções deles, só queria ficar em seu quarto, compondo músicas e tocando sua guitarra. Foi assim que se fechou totalmente para os familiares ao ponto de precisar ser arrastado ao psiquiatra para receber o diagnóstico que todos já esperavam: depressão.

Moonsik vivia normalmente mesmo após isso, entretanto. Ainda era um rapaz cheio de amigos, os quais estava sempre cuidando, que gostava muito de música e que queria se dar bem no ramo e não poupava esforços para isso. Depois de tudo que sofreu, o pai sequer pensou em barrar a vontade do filho de cursar música na Seoul National University, mesmo que viesse de uma família de políticos e empresários, pois sentia que tinha uma dívida com o caçula pelo resto da vida; e de fato tinha.

PRESENTE: 

Depois de se formar, acabou recebendo um convite de um dos seus melhores amigos de infância. A tal proposta era dividir um apartamento com ele em Wangshu. Obviamente isso não estava em seus planos,  porém aceitou sem pensar duas vezes, afinal: se mudar para uma ilha distante longe da sua “querida  família”, não era de fato uma má ideia. Quando chegou em seu novo lar, não demorou muito para arrumar um emprego, mesmo que não precisasse de um. Até hoje Moonsik se nega a usar o dinheiro sujo dos seus pais, usufruindo da fortuna apenas quando necessário. Como ainda está se adaptando a sua nova vida, por conta disso não é difícil ver ele perdido por aí ou estranhando alguns costumes dos nativos da ilha.  

DESEJOS: 

Moonsik não é um rapaz com muitas ambições ou planos, na realidade, ele só possui um desejo que é abrir seu próprio estúdio de música e começar a monetizar as suas composições. No fundo, deseja um dia perdoar a sua família mesmo que, atualmente, considere isso impossível.

[offars]

sleep well

genre: fluff pairing: im hyunsik x reader I had to do it for the mellos

“how was your day, baby?” he asked. 

you knew by his tone he was doing something else, probably working on some new song since it was late and he left work a couple hours ago, but it made you feel important that he wouldn’t let a day pass without hearing your voice, even when he was busy. 

you put on your headband to start your skin routine as you turn on the speaker mode and told him everything you did. there was not a thing to hide from him, or a thing he would think as non-important. he always listened carefully, and reacted to everything you had to say. he laughed when you told him how you forgot your glasses and had to come back home for them, which caused you to be late to work. 

“you should be more careful” 

“thank you, sik, I’ll keep it in mind”

you laid on your bed as you listened to hyunsik telling you about his day and then scold him when he talked about that annoying co-worker he had to deal with. 

“you’re too nice, hyunsik, he is using you to pay for his meals. is not a casualty he always forgets to bring his wallet with him”, you could hear him laughing on the other side of the line,  “seriously, stop being so nice. if you do this tomorrow, I swear to god I’m flying to seoul to kick his ass”

“should I do it, then?” he said jokingly. 

“I’d like to see you try” 

there was a long pause because he got caught up in some beats, you just waited for him while listening to his work, it was so relaxing you almost fell asleep. 

“I saw a dog café yesterday and thought of you. when you come back we should go” 

“we should” you were dragging out words and your eyes felt heavy, but you were fighting against yourself as if it was your last chance to talk to him ever again. 

“are you falling asleep?”, he giggled.

“I think I am, but keep talking to me. what else do you want to do together?” he could hear your suppressed yawn and thought of how cute you’d be looking in that moment. 

“I’ll take you to the café as I said. also we can go to my parents’ if you want too, they miss you too. and there’s this new museum a few blocks from my office and it seems interesting and it’s good for taking pictures, everything’s aesthetic. what do you think?” 

“sounds great, love” 

he laughed to himself as he was sure you did not hear a thing he said. 

“I should let you sleep now” 

and there was no response from you. 

“sleep well, baby”

[prettywordsyouleft]

Another month of 2019 is complete, let’s take a look at how it went!

Total fictions or scenarios posted: 25

Total drabbles during Chelle Chats sessions posted: 40

Top 3 popular fictions/scenarios of the month:

Shower Again - Im Jaebum fluff

Hidden Confessions - Jackson Wang request

Exposed - Park Jinyoung fluff

Three fictions/scenarios apart from the above that I really enjoyed writing:

Fool of Compromise - Oh Sehun drabble request

Renewed - Kim Yugyeom request

Dream Girl - Hwang Minhyun request

Three Favourite Chelle Chats drabbles:

Comfy - Im Jaebum

Not Fair - Kim Yugyeom

Copycat - Oh Sehun

Highlights:

Completing all the March requests as planned

Finishing Too Good To Be Wrong Chanyeol series

Wrapping up the King of Demons world

Writing for idols that I haven’t in a while (such as VIXX and Minhyun)

Writing new idols for me, like Hyunsik from BTOB or Jongin from EXO

Keeping mostly to the word count limit during Chelle Chats

Things to improve on:

This month happened to coincide with a terrorist tragedy that happened in my homeland. Since tumblr is my go-to place for everything these days, I inadvertently turned it into a place where I started oversharing my personal life due to craving comfort and connection. This is something I will endeavour to limit in the future.

Getting ahead in the schedule so I’m not overstretching myself further

Five things or ideas I’m hoping to do within March:

Get through 95% of the current drabble game requests

Start my new Jaebum series Through His Eyes

Easter collab with @this-song-thats-only-for-you

Airforce7 finally beginning!

Planning how to be more varied in idol content come May!

This month seemed to whizz on by and I’m still surprised that tomorrow will be April! I hope you enjoyed this month’s content! 

Let me know what was your favourite moment this month on prettywordsyouleft!!

[killingmebtob]

Loud and Clear // Im Hyunsik

Author: @killingmebtob // Sara

Title: Loud and Clear

Characters: Hyunsik and Reader

Summary: He wrote song after song in hopes that one day, she’ll hear his words for her.

Author’s Note: This was requested through our ask box. This imagine is loosely based around the song Gitara by Parokya ni Edgar. It’s a Filipino song so if you need translations, I’ll gladly provide you with a rough one.

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Your name: submit What is this?

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“Knock knock,”

Hyunsik couldn’t fight the smile on his lips at the sound of her voice making herself known to him as the door opened. There was only one person in his life who’d rather say that words ‘knock knock’ instead of actually knocking her knuckles against the wooden door. Her head peaked in, a smile donning her lips when she found who she was looking for. Quickly, the girl stepped in and slid the door closed.

“I can’t believe you,” she huffed, pressing down on her uniform to remove the creases. Afterwards, the girl proceeded to pat down her hair which she felt was sticking out in different directions.

“You look fine, (Y/N),” Hyunsik smiled before going back to playing his guitar.

She sighed before plopping down on one of the empty stools inside the room as she listened to the song her friend was playing. “Why do you always disappear when those boys crowd around me? It’s difficult to get away from them when I’m alone,”

Hyunsik could picture an animated image of her with waterfalls as tears in his head. He almost laughed at the thought of it. “They’re noisy and there isn’t really anything for me to do,” he nonchalantly answered. Deep inside though, he always wanted to grab her wrist and pull her away from them.

It happened on a daily basis in their lives. (Y/N) wasn’t the most popular but she always had a number of suitors pinning after her. Every time they were walking down the corridor to head to the cafeteria, a random suitor of hers would pop in out of nowhere and get in between them. It would often result in the girl apologetically smiling at Hyunsik while trying to subtly deny the other person.

But she was too nice. She couldn’t tell them an outright no. Somehow, that pissed off Hyunsik but he learned to live with it. Instead of staying around and waiting for her to manage turning down the suitor for the meantime, he would silently walk away and head to the music room. In the back of his head, he would always say to himself that she wouldn’t notice anyway.

(Y/N) heavily sighed to herself at Hyunsik’s words. She wanted him to do something like how a Prince Charming would come and rescue her from the hoard of boys pinning after her. Somehow, she knew that he wasn’t that. Deep inside, the girl felt like he never saw her as more than a friend. The girl shook her head as she forced those thoughts away.

“New song?” She softly spoke after a while. Hyunsik was humming a new tune while he played the guitar. It was one that she was unfamiliar with. The girl was always left in amazement every time Hyunsik wrote a new song. It seemed like an innate talent of his.

The boy nodded his head, a grim smile on his lips. He kept on thinking about the words in the song. He couldn’t sing it yet, not when they were still imperfect. Hyunsik wanted the song to fully convey the words he couldn’t tell the girl seated a few steps away.

“Sounds beautiful,” (Y/N) gently smiled. “Well, all the songs you make sound beautiful. You’ve been overflowing with inspiration lately,”

“Ah,” he awkwardly laughed because his inspiration was seated right in front of him. “Well, I guess I’m lucky,”

The girl rolled her eyes. “Hey. Do you like anyone?”

Hyunsik immediately stopped playing his guitar and raised his head to meet the curious eyes of (Y/N). It was adorable how her head was tilted to the side a bit while her eyes shone with pure curiosity.

“Why do you ask?”

She shrugged. Even she didn’t know why she did. If the girl could, she would take back the question. Part of her wanted to know if the reason why he kept on writing is because of another person while part of her wanted to not know. “Just curious,” she sheepishly answered.

Hyunsik mysteriously smiled. He didn’t say anything. Instead, he resumed playing the guitar. It made the girl huff as she gazed at Hyunsik. He wasn’t looking at her so she had the leisure of studying his figure. She noted how his hair would fall neatly on his forehead as his head was slightly tilted down towards the guitar’s body. His fingers would deftly pluck at the strings while his other hand pressed on the chords.

It was truly a mesmerizing sight. She felt lucky to see this side of him.

A knock disrupted the moment. Both of their heads turned to the door, only to see one of the many suitors of (Y/N). It made the girl huff in annoyance.

“Ah, here you are. Do you have time (Y/N)?” The intruder asked.

Before she got the chance to answer she saw her friend stand from her peripheral vision. Hyunsik inwardly grimaced as he began to pack his guitar and his notes.

“You’re leaving again?”

Hyunsik could almost hear a slight desperation in her tone. He didn’t know where it came from so he shrugged it off.

“Seems like you both need some time to talk. I don’t want to intrude,” he simply stated and left without further ado. It was tiring to see the same scene again and again. Thus, he learned to pull himself out of those situations.

Sadly, he didn’t see the girl’s eyes following his departing figure.

It was the same thing every day. Suitors here and there with flowers, chocolates, and other gifts. It was exhausting to keep trying to deny them lightly but she didn’t know how to gently break it to them. Thankfully, she was able to get away from the boys easily today.

(Y/N) silently slid the door to the music room open a bit to prepare for her usual ‘knock knock’. When she was about to make her presence known, Hyunsik’s voice rang from inside the room and out through the tiny opening. He was singing loud enough for to hear his words. There was a heaviness in his voice, almost as if he was pouring his heart out into the song.

I’ll give way for them To fall at your feet As I sing my heart out While I strum on my guitar

She bit down on her lip, her heart feeling heavy at the words. The girl wondered who it could be for or if it was just another one of his songs that he managed to write with no particular person to dedicate it to.

This time, the girl gently closed the door. She stood there for a while to think with a weight on her shoulders and then left.

From the inside, Hyunsik’s head shot up when he heard the soft thud of the door. He was too absorbed in the song that he didn’t hear it open a bit. From the fogged-up glass, he saw a figure he knew all too well. The boy watched her, curious why she didn’t come in.

Maybe someone called her or something, he sadly smiled before continuing to play his guitar.

Neither of them brought up that day. They continued on like it didn’t happen at all. Slowly, some changes were being notice by Hyunsik. The boys that used to follow (Y/N) around decreased until there was no one. Whenever they walked or they spent time together, no one was trying to get in between them. As much as it pleased Hyunsik, he wondered why.

As the two sat in the music room, the boy was dying to ask the question. His eyes trailed the girl’s figure that kept on walking around and playing with the different instruments in the room. There were days when she was extremely restless and this was one of those days.

For the first time, she felt nervous to be with him alone.

“You’re making me dizzy,” Hyunsik teased. “What’s up with you?”

“With me?” Her voice was an octave higher than usual. She cleared her throat. “Nothing,”

The boy raised a brow as he further pressed on, “Then why are you pacing around?”

Those words made her stop and just plop down on one of the many empty stools. She wanted to ask if the song she heard was new and if it was the one he was working on. Was it for the mysterious person he never mentioned but implied by not denying that he likes someone? Despite the numerous questions in her mind, the girl didn’t say a word.

“Your suitors don’t follow you much anymore,” Hyunsik noted, his voice cutting the silence.

The girl tightly smiled as she nodded her head. “I guess I got tired,” she mumbled. ‘...tired of you leaving whenever they’re around,’ the girl continued in her head. “I finally turned them all down by saying there’s someone else I like,”

Hyunsik hummed in acknowledgement. There was a twinge of pain in his heart at the new information that he was able to get. ‘He must be a lucky guy,’ he thought as he started to absentmindedly pluck at the guitar. “That’s good,” he mumbled.

“Is it?” (Y/N) bitterly laughed. She was staring at her feet that she didn’t notice Hyunsik studying her. The boy saw the forced smile on her lips and he wondered.

“What’s wrong?”

She shrugged. “Why do you keep on writing songs?” The girl genuinely asked while wanting to divert the topic away from her. “I mean… I know you love writing but what pushes you to keep writing? You’ve been doing that for years. When I met you years ago, you were starting out in creating songs,”

(Y/N) watched as a fond smile appeared on her friend’s lips. “Because it’s the only way I can express the words I can’t say,” he simply stated and it confused her a bit.

‘Then the song that I heard him singing… Was that one of the words he couldn’t say?’ She thought. ‘To whom could he be dedicating those words to?’

“Would you mind listening to something new I wrote?” The male nervously asked. (Y/N) was peering at him with wide and curious eyes.

“Of course,” she smiled.

The sound of the guitar rang in the room. The tune was familiar to the girl. It took her a while to process that it’s what he played when she asked him if he liked someone. It was also the same song that she heard him singing the other day. (Y/N) listened intently to the lyrics.

It was about loving someone so close yet so far from you—someone who was just beside you but there were so many hindrances between you both. It spoke of being tired of competing with others for their attention so he’d just sing his heart out in hopes that the person would listen.

It was a beautiful song and it somehow tugged at the girl’s heart. Part of her hoped that maybe that was for her.

“How was it?” Hyunsik shyly asked. It was a moment that (Y/N) was all too familiar with. She smiled, assuring him that it was perfect as always.

“Really good,” (Y/N) commented. “The words were simple yet they have this effect on the listener. I really felt that it was you speaking through the song,”

The boy nodded as he intently looked at her. Neither of them looked away. There was something about Hyunsik’s piercing gaze that made (Y/N) break away from his stare. It made butterflies appear in her stomach and it made her heart flip.

“I’m glad,” he breathed. “Because those are the things I can’t say to you directly,”

A meek smile cracked on the girl’s lips, her heart jumping for joy. She did her best not to show it but Hyunsik could clearly see the happiness radiating on her face.

“I guess there’s no more need for you to continue hoping that those words will get to me because I heard them loud and clear,”

[blu-joons]

HUSBAND BTOB A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Im Hyunsik

A ⇴ AFFECTION

There’s very little that Hyunsik loves more than being able to hold you in his frame and keep you nice and close, the protective side of him never quite goes away, even after so long of being together.

B ⇴ BOYS

The boys loved to tease you both, knowing that out of all of the members, you and Hyunsik were the ones that would humour them the most. You were good at giving it back too, you never backed down from a challenge when it came to teasing all of them, especially when you could tell Hyunsik was struggling for something.

C ⇴ COMFORT

He relied a lot on his hugs whenever he could tell that you needed comforting, sometimes just being held by Hyunsik was all that you needed to calm yourself down, although if you felt like you wanted to talk about what was on your mind, then he would make sure to listen to every word and give you his full attention.

D ⇴ DOMESTICATED

Together you made quite the team when it came to keeping your house running. You did most chores together so you could get them done quicker, finding your own routines for just about every job in the house so that you didn’t end up getting in each other’s way. In many ways, the two of you enjoyed doing domestic jobs around the house, at times it was the only time that you really got to spend together.

E ⇴ ENGAGEMENT

Your engagement was something that the two of you kept very private, neither of you saw the need for a huge amount of fuss from anyone or too much attention sent your way. Together, you wanted to make the most of it alone, reminisce on the years that brought you together, whilst also beginning to discuss loosely some of the plans that the two of you had for whenever you decided to get married.

F ⇴ FAVOURITE THING

Hyunsik’s favourite thing about being with you was having someone who was always cheering for him. Even if it felt like he was all alone whilst busy with work, he knew that if there was going to be one person who would have his back and support him, it would be you. You never made him feel as if something he did wasn’t good enough, and when things did go right, you were the first one to congratulate him too.

G ⇴ GOING OUT

You preferred spending time indoors together most of the time rather than going out, there was something incredibly cosy about evenings in together that the two of you just couldn’t let go of, often only going out when you really had no other choice, usually because Hyunsik’s schedule made you attend.

H ⇴ HONEYMOON

Because the two of you were so busy, your honeymoon ended up being a bit more of a staycation, not that either of you minded. There was still so much of Seoul that you were yet to explore, and so the two of you made the most of your time to find new places that you’d be able to go back to again and again.

I ⇴ “I LOVE YOU”

Whenever he caught your eye Hyunsik would find himself telling you that he loved you, even just in a whisper. It almost became instinct for him to just let you know when he had a second in the day, never tiring of telling you how he felt about you so that he could make sure that you never forgot how he felt too.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

He tried his best to not get jealous and remember that now that the two of you were married, he had even less to worry about, but that didn’t seem to stop Hyunsik from fretting every now and then. Even if he wasn’t necessarily jealous, Hyunsik was still very protective of you and so quite often he would keep a close eye on situations to make sure that nothing bad was going to happen, mainly to you.

K ⇴ KIDS

Once the two of you began to settle down, Hyunsik most definitely began to think about a family a little bit more. It was something he dismissed at the start of your relationship, focusing on his career instead, but as things became more and more serious with you, the thought of a family occupied him a lot more too.

L ⇴ LAZY DAYS

Your lazy days never steered too far away from the day job for Hyunsik, he still couldn’t help himself but to think about music in some capacity. He would often sit around with a guitar in his hand and play you something random that came to mind, or sit with his notebook beside him, coming up with lyrics to potentially include in material for the group, revolving around the two of you doing absolutely nothing.

M ⇴ MORNINGS

Hyunsik was much more of a morning person than you were, and so it would usually be up to him to get you up in the mornings. A cup of coffee was often brought to you to start your day, with you still laid out in bed whilst Hyunsik was up and ready for his day, with a bright smile on his face too to start your day perfectly.

N ⇴ NIGHTS

You tried most evenings to distract Hyunsik from work, you tried your best to watch episodes of dramas or find something active for the two of you to do so that he could give his mind the time that it needed to relax.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

Hyunsik was obsessed with how understanding you were, even if he had a very limited window of time to be able to be with you because of work, you never complained and always got it when you knew he needed to go.

P ⇴ PRECIOUS MOMENTS

When he was able to show you his talents, were the moments that Hyunsik enjoyed the most, as much as he loved playing his music for all of the boys, and the fans too, there was something special for him when he got to play just to you, to be able to hear your applause and see the smile on your face when he was done.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

He loved being able to show you the things that he was working on, he would often ask you if you had a free moment to listen to what he was doing so that he could get your opinion on it, with it being the most important after all.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

Celebrating your anniversary was a huge deal for Hyunsik, and so every year he would always make sure that he had that one day off in his schedule to be able to spend it with you. He didn’t care how busy it ended up making him for the time around your anniversary, but that one day for Hyunsik only ever revolved around you.

S ⇴ SILENCE

The two of you were quite happy working in your own little bubbles a lot of the time, silence was quite common, but it was never uncomfortable for you. When the two of you had both finished what you were doing, the conversation would soon pick back up as if the silence had never even before there.

T ⇴ TIPS & TRICKS

Hyunsik’s biggest tip for making your marriage work was always making sure that the two of you smiled around each other, as long as you were happy with one another, you both felt as if you were invincible to anything.

U ⇴ UPSET

He hated seeing you upset, Hyunsik would drop everything whenever you were teary in order to be there for you and support you too.

V ⇴ VISITS

You loved visiting him at the studio, especially when you hadn’t been able to spend much time with him. Even if he was too busy to talk to you, there was still something you loved about watching him hard at work.

W ⇴ WISH LIST

He had everything that he could have ever wished for already, the last thing that Hyunsik wanted to do was push his luck.

X ⇴ XXXX

Whenever he kisses you, Hyunsik makes sure that it’s done sending you a clear reminder of how much he loves you, he can never just kiss you just because, he always likes to do it with plenty of affection too.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were his number one, everything that Hyunsik did revolved around you.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

It never mattered how many nights the two of you had spent together before, Hyunsik still loved to hold onto you, he never tired of being able to wrap his arms around you at night and snuggle in closely to you.

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List your bias tag

Rules: list out your biases and let your followers decide if you have a type or not.

Tbh I have been thinking about this and it’s so hard for me cos I can’t choose :( But I’ll try my best not to lose my mind.

Tagged by the wonderful @softstancyj 💛🐱

I’ve been called by my rl friends as “real got7 trash” so let’s start with them.

The man who has my heart at every turn:

Im Jaebeom. Omg this boy... I love how extra he can be when he’s performing, he’s just such a good performer and his voice is something else too. I’m so glad he got the recognition he deserved during the end-year award shows. I love his duality: a fierce leader with an absolute passionate for making music/an adorable memebun that gets affectionately bullied by his members.

The boy who melts me into a squishy blob whenever he smiles, laughs, talks, moves or breathes:

Choi Youngjae. What a ball of sunshine. He’s such a good uncle and future father ugh I just want him to be happy. His live performance sounds like the recorded version which shows how stable and amazing his voice is. He is so hardworking always working to better himself. And yes he is a soft smiley boy but I wish people would stop thinking he’s just soft, he also has his tough masculinity that I would love to see more of. His laugh can cure acne. 11/10, would recommend listening to his laugh compilations.

And ofc I would love to talk about the rest of the got7 members but maybe I’ll do that in another post.

The man who restores my faith in humanity:

Do Kyungsoo. a m a z i n g vocalist, even shook the shackles of a vocal trainer on YouTube. I immensely respect his dedication to acting. ((everyone go watch Swing Kids)) He looks so serious and doesn’t let anyone mess w him without him hitting back but he’s such a giggly ball of fluff. Seeing him laugh just makes me all huehuehuehehehhehehehuehheh

The man who makes me weak in the knees with his smile:

Im Hyunsik. What a smiley soft mess of a boy. It was Hyena on the Keyboard that really got me to hitch my wagon to this boy. Ugh just go watch it and you’ll understand why I fell for him. His eye smile, his chivalrous nature and goofiness. Ugh UGH cute.

So do I have a type? hahahha

ALSO I CANT CHOOSE BUT I LOVE EXID AND DAY6 as a whole. So imma just put gifs of those two groups and see myself out.

Tagging @ratherbiased @got7-soft-hours @noona-clock @ahgaseposts 😬☺️

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las vegan ― ihs;

pairing: im hyunsik x female reader

words: 1.800

request: Anonymous said : Can I request a cute and fluffy scenario with Hyunsik?? There’s so few blogs actually writing for btob, I’m glad you do!!

genre: fluff, fluff, fluff. this is slowly turning into a fluff blog i swear.

a/n: i keep learning all type of card games for writing. i learned poker for a gguk scenario i wrote for my friend. then i learned craps and blackjack for this scenario. although i didn’t add exact details of how to play it but i did my research and let’s all play blackjack together sometime, yeah? ahahaha

descending from the flight, y/n and hyunsik headed for the baggage carousel to collect their stuff. the rest of the members joined soon. sungjae and ilhoon had already left the hotel since they arrived by the earlier flight.

las vegas, a desert metropolis built on gambling, vice and cheap drugs. a vacation from the monotonous schedules was all the boys wanted. it was ilhoon’s idea to come to las vegas, though eunkwang rejected the idea immediately. it would be impossible to make sure the boys don’t do anything stupid here, which they’re so inevitable to do. but sungjae, minhyuk, peniel voted in favour of las vegas so it was finally decided. eunkwang rescinded his role as a leader and reminded them whatever shit they pull there — it was all on them. the boys couldn’t be happier, a whole week in las vegas sounded nothing but pure heaven.

for hyunsik and y/n, it was their first vacation together as a couple and they couldn’t be more excited about it. the thought of sharing a room together, sharing the same bed for a whole week sounded quite like a dream but dreams do come true after all. (no they don’t it’s all a hoax, life is shit)

collecting their baggage, the members and hyunsik with y/n headed out and booked three cabs. the cabs were headed for, bellagio — a resort, luxury hotel and casino on the las vegas strip in paradise.

“shit just got real,” y/n mumbled on getting out of the taxi.

hyunsik chuckled, “what?”

y/n stared at the eight acre lake in front of her. they were standing on the strip of land between the grand entrance of the hotel and the boundary of the lake which housed the famous bellagio fountains, synchronized to music.

“this is freaking gorgeous!” y/n exclaimed grabbing hyunsik’s arm.

“yes it is, and you compliment the view well,” hyunsik winked which had y/n blushing.

“yeah corny boy, let’s go in,” y/n said as she dragged hyunsik in with her where after identification, the receptionist checked them in and the valets took care of the luggage.

the receptionist looked as if she was trying to bate a laugh, y/n couldn’t think of any explanation why. what was so funny?

“let’s see what sungjae and ilhoon oppa are doing without us,” y/n suggested and started walking towards the casino — the place where yook sungjae and jung ilhoon are bound to be.

hyunsik and y/n found sungjae near a slot machine.

“hey guys!” sungjae exclaimed on seeing them and hugged them both. he turned to y/n laughing, “you guys stopped at some fancy dress competition before coming here?”

y/n raised an eyebrow confused, “what are you talking about?”

ilhoon walked to where they were with a glass of beer, “hey guys!”

y/n turned smiling, “hey, how are you guys enjoying?”

ilhoon chuckled turning to hyunsik, “whoa, who is this? he’s hot.”

“he?” y/n looked at ilhoon puzzled, “what are you all on about?”

minhyuk came from behind, placing his arm around y/n’s shoulder, “you’re going to love this.” he turned y/n towards a mirror in front of them.

y/n almost shrieked on seeing herself in the full body mirror. she had what looked like her black kohl on her face, someone — hyunsik had drawn mustaches on above her lips with the kohl.

y/n turned to see all four of them laughing their asses out, “don’t tell me i have been walking like this since the plane ride” y/n said each word succeeded by a slap on hyunsik’s arm.

“yeah,” hyunsik nodded laughing, “you still look cute babe i swear!”

“oh my god, this is why the receptionist was laughing! i’m a stupid human doodle, what have you done!” y/n groaned trying to hide behind her handbag.

“hey, i’m sure it’ll come off.”

“what if it doesn’t?”

“that’s impossible, let’s go to our room and get it off, okay?” hyunsik shot y/n his eye smile which made y/n calm down.

“just remove it and come back, alright? don’t start sucking faces.” ilhoon reminded them.

“ew.” y/n narrowed her eyes before heading for the elevator with hyunsik.

hyunsik opened the door of the suite with his key card and y/n walked in directly headed for the washroom. grabbing a wash towel, y/n wet a part of it under the wash basin and rubbed it with a gentle hand on her upper lips. she rubbed for a while but the kohl didn’t even smudge.

“it’s not coming off!”

“what?” a worried hyunsik appeared at the door of the washroom.

“it’s not bloody coming off!! i’m going to kill you and minhyuk oppa.”

“that’s impossible! it is supposed to come out!”

“well genius boy, it isn’t.” y/n glared at him.

“wait, give me a second. i’ll call the kohl company.” hyunsik walked to the bed, grabbing y/n’s handbag. he took out y/n’s black kohl and searched for the name of the company ‘bobbi brown’ on google. obtaining the customer services number, he dialed the number and explained the problem.

y/n walked out of the washroom still rubbing the towel to take the kohl off, “what did the they say?”

“that i’m in deep shit.”

“huh?”

“it’s not going to come off, at least before twenty four hours so i’m in deep shit.”

y/n crossed her arms, "you know what, i'm not leaving this room" she walked to the liquor cabinet and took out some wine.

"you know we have to pay for those.."

y/n shot him a glare as she continued to pour herself a glass of wine

hyunsik took the hint and immediately rephrased, "yeah.. i have to pay for those.. which i will"

hyunsik watched quietly as y/n sat at the end of the bed sipping from her glass of wine.

"you know we can have fun here too.." he suggested, "see they have a pack of cards here!" he picked up the deck of cards from the nightstand, "let's play blackjack, okay?" hyunsik took out the cards and shuffled them, placing two cards out, face up. "17"

"hit me," y/n mumbled drinking.

and soon with every 'hit me', both hyunsik and y/n gulped down a shot of beer.

"i want to go downstairs, y/n.." hyunsik whined like a five year old.

"there's no way i'm going out like this, hyunnie. unless.." a smirk found its way to y/n's lips.

"what... you're scaring me.." hyunsik stared at y/n quietly.

y/n grabbed her handbag grinningly and took out her kohl, she grabbed hyunsik's face, "you get to be a human doodle too!" she drew a big dot on his nose and whiskers around his upper lip.

hyunsik turned to the mirror and laughed at himself, "this is hilarious"

"oh yes it is, now let's go down and rock the party"

"there is a party?"

"no pabo," y/n giggled dragging hyunsik out of the bedroom.

minhyuk was sitting at the craps table. the two dices in his hand, ready to roll when he was interrupted by two hands over his eyes.

"guess who!" came y/n's giggling voice.

minhyuk chuckled taking off her hands, "y/n.. wait, are you guys drunk?"

"you have no idea, hyung.." grinned hyunsik.

"oh god, let's get you to your room," minhyuk was about to get up when y/n grabbed the dices out of his hand and rolled them on the table.

"a hard eight!" exclaimed the dealer.

minhyuk froze in his place, he had been trying to get an eight and had already lost two bets but y/n rolled out an eight just like that.

"i want to play!!" y/n sat down beside minhyuk.

"your bet, ma'am?" asked the dealer.

y/n immediately turned to minhyuk, "oppa.."

"why me?"

"well it was both you and hyunnie who made me a human doodle so yeah, payback time," y/n remembered the kohl in her hand and drew the same dot on minhyuk's nose and whiskers around his upper lips.

minhyuk stood frozen, "did you just.. i'm.. you.." he snatched the beer from hyunsik's hands and finished it in one swig. he placed a bet and motioned y/n to play.

"good boy," y/n grinned and rolled the dices again. another hard eight.

hyunsik exclaimed in joy and hugged y/n.

"okay okay, once more, hard eight and we buy more drinks with it!"

hyunsik placed his hand on her shoulders, "we buy drinks!"

y/n rolled the dices again as minhyuk placed the bet and there it was, another hard eight.

hyunsik legit squealed at this, his cheeks not able to hold his smile, "you're like some wizard, give me another hard eight."

"okay okay, what do you want?"

"new music equipment"

"alright then!" y/n rolled the dices again and another hard eight it was.

"okay, one last time, what do you want?"

"another hard eight and we get married here," hyunsik looked at y/n.

y/n was rolling the dices in her palm when she stopped and look at hyunsik, their eyes met, "really?"

"yes, baby," hyunsik smiled.

"are you sure i mean.. it's been only two years."

"then i'm an idiot for not already marrying you, you're everything that i can ever ask for and more."

y/n felt tears forming around corner of her eyes, "okay, another hard eight and we take it as a sign."

hyunsik smiled, pecking her lips softly, "yes."

y/n closed her eyes rolling the dices on the table, one dice fell on the table which displayed a four but the other one went underneath the table. both y/n and hyunsik sprang to their feet and ducked underneath the table to pick it up before the dealer.

the dice was stuck at the foot of the table in a mid position. it was displaying both a four and five.

"what do we do now? it's your call."

hyunsik reached for y/n's hand and kissed her, "a four."

y/n hugged him as tears rolled down her face.

"okay guys but as the eldest of the group, i suggest that this idea is absolutely bonkers and you should totally do it!"

y/n laughed looking at minhyuk, "call the boys here then, we'll get married in the chapel."

hyunsik leaned in pressing a soft kiss on y/n's forehead.

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Seven Thursdays // Im Hyunsik

Author: @killingmebtob // Fiq

Title: Seven Thursdays

Characters: Im Hyunsik x Reader

Summary: Seven Thursdays, Seven Coincidences

Author’s Note: Part 2 of Seven Thursdays.

Thursday, 19 October 2017

Perhaps my continued fascination with the park is that it is a good place to observe humanity’s interesting antics. It is one of the few moments where their uninhibited emotions are clear on their faces as they enjoy themselves.

“Maybe I can use that little boy for a character model,” I mumble to myself while scribbling in my notebook.

Satisfied with what I had written, I look up only to see Mr. Stranger approaching my vicinity. He is certainly a good model, my thoughts creep up before I dismiss them.

“Hello again,” he greets as he stands before the bench.

“Hey, and no this seat isn’t taken,” I respond while moving my things away to make room for him. I close my notebook and place it by my side.

Chuckling, he takes off his bag before sitting carefully at his usual space.

“I’ve come prepared today,” I remark, indicating to the hand warmer on my lap.

He gives a small laugh in his low voice and I grin along with him. There is really something about this stranger that lights up the atmosphere around him. He leans back and breathes in deeply as if he is soaking up the atmosphere around him.

“You’re not reading today?” he suddenly asks, breaking the momentary silence.

“Yeah, not today. I’m collecting materials instead.”

“Materials?” His eyes narrow, confused about the term.

I grin while gesturing to the people around us.

“Yeah, materials. Everyone here is a potential subject.”

He nods, finally understanding what I am referring to. He crosses his arms behind his head as he observes his surroundings.

“You’re a writer.”

It is not a question and I just incline my head in return. With a heavy sigh, he tilts his head back against the headrest and closes his eyes. I glance at his calm face, a question lingering at the tip of my tongue.

“Are you a writer too?” I blurt.

With his eyes still close, he smirks and mumbles, “Somewhat, I guess.”

All of a sudden, his phone rings. He sits up, excuses himself as he leaves to take the call. I take the moment to register our conversation, rolling my eyes at his last cryptic response. He comes back soon, an apologetic look on his face.

“I have to go now,” he starts as he takes the bag that he had left on the bench.

I nod in response as I wave him off. As he adjusts the bag on his shoulders, he appears to remember something and starts to dig in his coat pocket. He takes a pair of gloves out before turning to me.

“See you around,” he says clearly as he offers the gloves to me. “Take care of yourself, yeah?”

I accept them hesitantly, confusion and questions clear on my face.

“Don’t catch a cold. Thursdays will be boring without you,” he answers, grinning with a mischievous glint in his eyes before walking away.

Leaving me sitting on the bench holding the pair of gloves in my hand and a million questions running through my head.

It takes three Thursdays to talk.

 Thursday, 26 October 2017

On Thursday, I find myself staring at a familiar handsome stranger writing on the bench. This marks our fourth meeting and I still don’t know anything about him, I think dryly. As if he senses my approach, he looks up from his work and his face break into the warmest of smiles as he notices me. He shifts his bag to make space. Wordlessly, I walk up and take my place next to him. Somehow, this is beginning to feel like a routine.

“Thanks for the gloves last week,” I start as I hand them to him.

“No worries, I’m glad you look well,” he responds before returning back to his writing.

Despite it being our fourth meeting, there is something comfortable about meeting him here to the extent that I have started to look forward to Thursdays. A calm silence settles between us as we each turn to our own individual task. Once in a while, I steal a glance at him from the corner of my eye. He does not write much but he plays with his pen a lot by tapping it against the armrest in a constant rhythm. Sometimes he murmurs under his breath and gets ready to write, only to shake his head and continues tapping. I smile to myself, acknowledging that I do enjoy this weird company that we share.

“So, I tried to look you up…” he remarks all of a sudden, pulling me away from my reverie.

I frown at his revelation as I try to recall the instance that we introduce ourselves.

“I didn’t tell you my name,” I counter.

He laughs softly as he points to the notebook on my lap. On the notebook, my name is spelled out clearly in cursive, a grim reminder of that one attempt where I had considered calligraphy as a job switch.

“That’s a little sneaky and creepy actually,” I respond.

Like a defense mechanism, I turn the notebook face down. He laughs louder now and apologises.

“I wanted to ask you last week, but work pulled me away. I’m sorry,” he says, the ghost of a grin flittered across his face.

I tried to maintain my frown but I crack a smile at his embarrassed expression.

“Good thing I’m in a good mood today,” I smirk, turning away from him to focus on the people before me.

“Oh, why so?”

Someone is chatty today. I keep my notebook in my bag before replying to his question.

“My editor gave me the green light to start on a new novel.”

His smile widens as he offers his hand to me. “Congratulations! So what is it going to be about? Another thriller?”

“Nope, I choose to experiment on melodrama instead, with a mix of science fiction,” I reply, secretly amazed that he knows my recent works, even if it had been an online name search.

He considers my response, nodding as if in agreement with my choice of direction.

“So who and what are you? You already know who I am and I think your introduction is way overdue,” I ask, turning to face him fully.

He turns as well, placing his arm on the headrest, a serious look on his face as he contemplates my question.

“Well, I’m a composer and lyricist. But I’m not as big as you.”

I raise an eyebrow at the obvious downplay of his abilities.

“So what have you composed?” I ask, a weak attempt at making him reveal himself.

“Few things here and there,” he replies in a tone that implies he does not want to continue.

Shrugging, I look away from him. Secretive fellow.

Silence blankets us for a moment as I catch a scene in front of me. With a burst of inspiration, I am about to take my notebook when he interrupts me.

“You’re not curious about my name?”

I cock my head at the question, my eyes glued to the family that I picked out.

“I’m just assuming you don’t want me to know,” I state, ignoring his chuckle at that answer.

“So what are you writing now?”

“Hmm… character profiles. The park is a good resource for that,” I answer distractedly as I fix my gaze on the way a mother picks her child up after falling.

“So am I a part of that resource too?”

Pause.

I stop writing, my hand lingering in the air as I consider the implication behind his question. Deciding not to think too much about it, I turn to him to meet his eye and shrug.

“Maybe.”

A moment of uncomfortable silence stretches between us as we both hold each other’s gaze. I remain transfixed, not daring myself to look away from him. At the same time, there is a weird and indescribable look on his face, as if he is holding back from saying something. Fortunately, his alarm beeps and shatters the awkwardness that had settled between us. He looks away first and reaches for his phone. Sighing, he keeps his phone away and starts gathering his things.

“See you,” I say weakly, still uneasy with what had transpired. He nods in reply and turns to walk away. However, he stops and faces me.

“I’m Im Hyunsik by the way, to answer your other question.”

It takes four Thursdays to get to know one another.

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Hesitancy ~ Im Hyunsik

Hyunsik’s eyes glanced across at you as you nervously shuffled on the sofa, keeping a distance between the two of you. He watched your eyes fall to the floor as you noticed that he was watching you, terrified of him watching over you.

“Are you alright?” Hyunsik asked once you stopped moving about, “I don’t want to cause any trouble, but you’ve been off with me all night long, and I’d love to know the reason why.”

Your head nodded slowly, keeping your eyes firmly on the floor. “There’s nothing wrong with me, it’s just been a bit of a long day at work, I’m feeling a bit tired after my shift.”

“If you’re tired, why don’t you sleep?” Hyunsik tried to suggest, but your head instantly shook at his proposal, the last thing you knew your mind would ever let you do right now was rest.

When your head shook, Hyunsik stood up from his seat, moving across onto the sofa that you sat on. He didn’t expect much, but as he rested his hand against the top of your thigh, your body remained completely frozen, refusing to acknowledge him.

The only change in you was the beat of your heart which quickened as soon as you came into contact with Hyunsik, trying to push the voices on your shoulder away as quickly as possible.

As Hyunsik continued to watch you, he could tell that there was something more than work that was troubling you. Although the two of you hadn’t been together for too long, but Hyunsik was incredibly observant, he could tell exactly how you were feeling, and worst of all he could tell when you were struggling.

“Do you want to talk to me?” Hyunsik asked, moving his arm so that it wrapped around your shoulders, “I want to be able to help you if I can Y/N, I promise you.”

“You’d think it was stupid,” you replied quietly, “and you’d probably hate me too Hyunsik.”

His head shook back at you, convinced that whatever was playing on your mind was something that could be resolved. The last thing he was going to do was just give up on you, and your relationship.

Your eyes slowly turned up as Hyunsik remained quiet, finding the sincerity from his voice in his eyes too. “I just want to ask you one thing Hyunsik, and you have to answer me honestly, do you really think that I’m pretty?”

“Of course,” he instantly replied, with a chuckle that almost resembled disbelief, “do you think I would date you if I didn’t think you were pretty? Y/N, you’ve got such a beautiful smile, and the most striking eyes too, I feel very lucky to get to be your boyfriend.”

Your head nodded appreciatively in response to Hyunsik’s words, letting go of a shaky breath as the grip that he had around your frame tightened comfortingly.

“What about what else there is to me? I mean, underneath my clothes too.”

Slowly the pieces began to fall into place for Hyunsik, intimacy was something that had been lacking in your relationship, and he was beginning to see why. He could tell in your voice that you were terrified to say what you wanted to say to him.

“The person that you are is the person that I want to be with,” Hyunsik reassured you before you even had the chance to speak, “and I want to make sure that we work at a pace you’re happy with.”

The corners of your mouth turned up to create the faintest of smiles, admiring the way Hyunsik’s eyes creased as he too offered you a warming smile.

“I’ve never quite felt good enough and being with someone like you feels like it’s confirmed the voices in my head sometimes,” you admitted, “I’m scarred and bruised, I don’t have the flawless idol body like you do.”

Despite other’s perceptions, Hyunsik knew that he was far from perfect too, every human had their scars and their stories, only some were happier with theirs than others were with theirs.

“I can see why you’re hesitant and nervous, I’d be the same, but more than anything else, I want you to know that you have no reason to feel that way,” he smiled.

Hyunsik’s free hand moved into your lap to rest over both of your nervous hands that intertwined together. His digits spread to cover as much of your skin as possible, making sure that you knew that he was there for you despite how scared you felt.

“Are these standards the reason you’ve been hesitant with affection?”

“Yeah,” you confessed, glancing away from Hyunsik once again, “I told you that it would sound stupid, and you probably think I’m mad for feeling the way that I do, but I just can’t help it.”

His head shook, understanding everything that you had said to him. “I don’t think you’re stupid at all, and I certainly don’t think you’re mad. If anything, I think I’m a little bit mad, because I’m madly catching feelings for you Y/N, and I mean every little thing about you.”

You never imagined that someone could make you feel so secure in your own body, but somehow Hyunsik found a way. He had a calming tone to his voice that always managed to make you feel so settled even when you didn’t want to be.

“Nothing has changed, it just hurts to know this has bothered you,” Hyunsik smiled.

He wasn’t sure for how long you had felt that way, or how many times you had held yourself back out of nerves and fears over what would happen. The one thing that Hyunsik wanted to focus on now though was helping you from not being so scared.

“I didn’t want to push you away, but I was terrified that if I told you what was really on my mind then it would just end up pushing you anyway,” you told him.

“This is exactly what a relationship is all about,” Hyunsik tried to assure you, “we’re still leaning a lot about each other, and that all takes time. I’m glad you’ve taken the big step to tell me how you’re feeling, and now we can move forwards and figure out a way that can stop you from feeling so nervous in the future, intimacy is nothing to be afraid of.”

Your head nodded back at him, “I know that it’s nothing to be afraid of with you, for once you’ve made me feel pretty worthy of affection.”

His hand came off your hands, cupping against the side of your face. He slowly brought your face forwards so that he could press a gentle kiss to your lips, only briefly pecking against you, cautiously making sure that he didn’t overwhelm you.

“Thank you for just being you Hyunsik,” you smiled across to him.

His head shook, dismissing your kindness immediately. “You don’t ever need to thank me, I want for the two of us to work, just like you do. Whenever something like this is on your mind, please tell me from now on, don’t bottle things up.”

“I promise that I won’t bottle it up any longer,” you vowed, “I know that I can talk to you, I’m not nervous to do it anyone.”

The smile on his face continued to grow, “whatever it is, at whatever time, nothing you ever have to say is stupid to me.”

“Honestly, I know you don’t want me to say it, but thank you Hyunsik.”

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