#jeong sewoon scenarios

[wannabe-writing-without-you]

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A/N: Everything that I write is purely fiction, and should never be taken as a true portrayal of reality. Parts in a series with mature content will be marked accordingly with an (M).

Jeong Sewoon

Picture of Truth

Danger of Truth

More Than Anything

[killjoy-loveit]

Danger of Truth

A/N: First post to kick off the spook season! I would like to clarify that everything written in this story is complete fiction and isn’t to be taken as a true portrayal of reality. It’s also in 2nd POV and is a continuation of Picture of Truth (which I need to go back and revise bc it’s lookin’ a tad shabby lol, also it’s not necessary to read that in order to understand what’s going on in this). And, while it’s not explicitly stated, the reader is a vampire.

Excerpt: “But if you must know, I’ll tell you. However, you should be aware that your life won’t be able to go back to the way it was; when all you noticed was the way the leaves change color, or how the air gives off a different scent as the seasons change.”

Word Count: 900

Genre: Supernatural AU

    Months have passed since he met you. It all would’ve seemed like a mere fantasy, or a hallucination, if it weren’t for the photo; where your car was sitting evenly within the lines, your bag tossed haphazardly in the passenger seat, an empty coffee cup in a holder- the only thing missing was you. All of the smaller details in the photo screamed that this was your car, that it was real- there was no way it could only exist in his head. He’d even asked multiple people if they had seen you too, risking sounding like he was losing it. And what he’d discovered was that you weren’t just some illusion from his imagination, everyone else had seen you too.

    Hope of ever seeing you again had all but been lost, but then there you were- right in front of him. Once more Sewoon wondered if he was just imagining you there because he so desperately needed certain questions answered. That idea was quickly smashed to smithereens when a store employee asked you if they could help with anything. In an instant he was by your side, calling your name; even over these months he hadn’t been able to forget anything about you. Clearly confused at being called out abruptly in that fashion, you turned with eyebrows raised and lips pursed to question whoever it was trying to get your attention.

     Eyes settling on him, shock registered on your face. Had he been searching for you? How did he remember your name? If he had been looking for you, why had he not given up by now?

      “Sewoon,” His name escaped your lips on an errant breath. “It’s nice to see you again.”

     Heart beat spiking at the knowledge you remembered him, a brilliant smile lit up his face. “I thought I’d never see you again.”

     It felt like your insides were splintering apart. “I was of the same mind.”

     In fact, you truly should never have met again. All possible measures had been taken to ensure that the likelihood of running into him again were slim to none. And yet here he was, standing right in front of you, looking like he’d won the lottery. This was dangerous; not just for you, but him as well. Since he’d found you, he’d have questions- questions that you couldn’t answer without putting his life at risk.

      “I wasn’t expecting to run into you here, of all places.” A disbelieving chuckle left him. “There’s something I need to ask you, it’s about the picture-.”

     Slapping your hand down over his mouth, you shot him a death glare. “Do not bring that up in such a public place.”

     Sewoon mumbled something into your hand, causing you to remove it and ask him to repeat himself. “Then where can I bring it up?”

     “You shouldn’t bring it up period. There are things people shouldn’t know, things that can only bring danger.” You sighed. “But if you must know, I’ll tell you. However, you should be aware that your life won’t be able to go back to the way it was; when all you noticed was the way the leaves change color, or how the air gives off a different scent as the seasons change.”

     The look in his eyes spoke of his determination, though a small amount of doubt and fear were mixed in. “I need to know.”

     “Fine.”

      The items you’d gathered in a basket were left lying in the middle of an aisle, abandoned for a safer area to spill a dark truth. He followed you, either completely naive to the danger he was placing himself in or aware and uncaring. It wasn’t until you were in a dark alley a few blocks from the area brimming with people that his heart started beating faster. Adrenaline was kicking in, the fight or flight response taking hold. Yet and still he didn’t run, you had to give him props; most people could feel the predator lurking beneath your surface.

     “I’ll give you one more chance to walk away. To choose not to ask.” You proposed, looking him dead in the eye.

     “I’m not going to walk away.” Sewoon took a deep breath before asking the question that had been burning in his mind. “When I took that picture of you in the coffee shop parking lot, why didn’t you show up?”

     His pulse skyrocketed as he took in the way your eyes changed, darkening to point that he could see his reflection in them. “I think you know why, you just don’t want to accept it.”

      “Prove it.” His words were soft, yet daring.

     “This isn’t enough for you?” You question, motioning to your eyes. Watching his head shake rapidly, you realized what you needed to do. “Can’t you feel it? The way your blood is racing and your heart hammering in your chest? Your body recognizes what your brain refuses to acknowledge without adequate proof.” You step forward, reaching out a finger to trail down his cheek. “That I’m a monster. One that could rip your throat out without even sparing any effort. You knew, in the back of your head, that asking that one question could ruin your life- and you did it anyways.”

     Gasping, he tried to take a step back only to be stopped by the brick wall behind him.

     “Now your life will never be the same.”

[prettywordsyouleft]

Incantation

Summary: With the enchantment of his voice and guitar, Sewoon was able to withdraw the thoughts of his audience to help him progress as a singer. He heard their thoughts, their issues and their dreams. But he never heard yours.

Characters: Jeong Sewoon x reader

Genre: fluff/ witchcraft au

A/N: Second fiction for this week! I’ve always had a love affair for Jeong Sewoon whenever he’s paired with his guitar… his voice is just everything to me, and so I knew I had to write something in this monthly theme with him enchanting us all! I hope you enjoy it!

Word count: 3081

 He sat on the stool, closing his eyes as his fingers plucked at the strings of his guitar in a perfect rhythm, the beautiful sounds quietening the small crowd of the bar. He smiled to himself before his voice joined in, hearing a couple of audible gasps from the audience at his tone.

Sewoon knew he sounded appealing, his voice oozing with a tone that even he himself was proud to own. It had taken years to sound this good. Countless hours of working through his vocal limitations, and many sessions of thumbing at his guitar with painful cracked skin and calluses. He had done it all to get to here. To be able to share his music with others. To captivate an audience with just his voice and guitar.

To reap the rewards from doing so.

His ears pricked as the first thought came to his mind, his eyes casually glancing to the girl in the front row. She blushed deeply when his eyes met hers, and her thoughts hit his mind in a fast stream, Sewoon barely catching all of it.

“If only I could sing a song about how to capture hearts. I believe love songs are the best!”

He nodded his head, he had sung many love songs before, in fact the song he was uttering right now was a shy love confession. He shifted in his chair slightly at his song choice tonight, looking across to you in the very back and sucking in some air before moving on to a man near you when his voice reached his ears.

“I reckon he could suit testing his power in a rock ballad. Something edgy, his voice could do it.”

Sewoon huffed, he knew he could, but it wasn’t really his style. He liked singing the way he was, and his new song was one of his favourite kind of sounds. Relaxed, and reliant on the varying shades of his voice. Plus, he needed his guitar to perform, and rock wouldn’t really suit his acoustic sound.

As the song came to an end, he sighed, the crowd hadn’t really offered much tonight. Bowing in gratitude, he climbed off the stage and went to get his drink from the bar, smiling at you from the other side of the counter that you were now back behind.

“Another great performance,” you mentioned with a smile and he nodded distractedly, thanking you for his honey water – a must have after being on stage. You had been gracious enough in giving him these every Friday and Saturday night, and he had come to think of you much like honey himself. You had stuck in his brain ever since he had met you here, and your smiles made him feel warm and gooey. He hated that you made him feel that way, especially after nights like tonight.

He hadn’t gotten anything from the crowd.

“It could have been better,” he admitted, and you cocked your head to the side. Sewoon smiled. “It’s not easy trying to captivate them sometimes.”

You scoffed. “Everyone was hanging off your words tonight, are you blind Sewoon?!”

Not you though, he thought to himself, sighing heavily. Out of every performance he’d done here, you hadn’t once offered him anything when he performed. Sure you’d smile a little as you wiped glasses and stacked them, or glanced over in his direction whilst pouring someone a drink.

But he hadn’t heard you yet. And it was driving him insane.

You see, Sewoon had tried. The hours in the studio, the vocal training, the calluses, they all came to a head one day when he was prepared to give being a musician up. And then he met some unfortunate soul at the right time for him, and the wrong time for them. They exchanged guitars, the man all but throwing his into Sewoon’s grip and taking his old, beaten, barely worth a dime of an instrument. He had never understood it at first.

But over time he realised the struggles of that musician. It wasn’t a guitar for just anyone. Because when he strummed his fingers over the strings, it made a melody that he had never thought he could conjure. And his voice suddenly fit the bill too. Sewoon wasn’t stupid, he knew the guitar was the reason he was succeeding now. He couldn’t quite explain it, but the underside had an engraving upon it that he couldn’t read, it was in a language not known to this world. He had tried to find it, and the closest he had come was to faery folklore. But he wasn’t so sure he could truly delve that deep into that kind of world, accepting the guitar had some kind of magic to it, and coupled with his voice, it made people fall in love with him.

Like an incantation, he put a spell on his audience, and hoped to receive in return.

The first time he had, he had almost stopped singing. He heard a young girl’s inner thoughts over her boyfriend, and how she wished he would realise how much she loved him. It had frightened him to look into her dreamy expression from his voice, and hear so much of what was tumbling around from within.

And then he realised how great her troubles would make for a new song.

After releasing that, he heard another voice, and wrote a song about caring for someone out of their reach. And from there he became greedy, his new songs all coming from the voices he heard when he performed. He had always struggled with his lyrics until his guitar found him.

Now he had everything going so well for him. Except you.

At first Sewoon insisted to himself that he didn’t need your thoughts, since on average he could get at least three song ideas from singing at the bar each night. That kept him busy and his music fresh. Ideally, he didn’t need you to help him with his lyrics when he was hearing everyone else around him. But over time, you were the only person he didn’t hear anything from. It intrigued him; he just wanted to hear from you once. To see what hid behind your pretty little smile that he had grown attached to. To see if your thoughts were as addicting as sinking into your eyes were.

You tapped your fingers on the bar counter loudly in front of him then, and he blinked rapidly. You smirked. “You did it again. Have I got something on my face? Always staring, Jeong Sewoon.”

“Uh, sorry,” he admitted, though he smiled all the same. You liked when he did. “Were you saying anything?”

“I might have complimented you on tonight’s song. It was, different.” He watched your cheeks flush with colour and his own skin grew hot from it.

His song might have been a bust tonight, but he was glad you liked it. It was one of his own for a change. He hadn’t written for himself in the past year since finding his guitar. But the song had formed itself over several dreams he had. Dreams of you. He had written it a month ago, and taken this long to have the courage to sing it.

He had learned that the songs from himself weren’t so popular, and should have guessed Eye 2 Eye wouldn’t be successful in drawing in new voices.

“Perhaps my own lyrics don’t do enough for others,” he concluded and then realised he had said it out loud when you placed your hand down on the bar top again. He glanced up at you, your eyes wide and shaking your head at him.

“Tonight’s song was my favourite,” you insisted and he couldn’t help but grin. But he held the rest of his thoughts in check. He didn’t want you to know just how giddy he felt then. Not yet anyway. He hadn’t made it big enough on his music, and he hadn’t heard you. As soon as he had, he’d confess.

He just hoped that moment would happen soon.

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A couple of months passed by and Sewoon was frustrated. His content was better than ever, but you were different, more distant from him. He couldn’t understand why. He had initially thought you had perhaps gotten a boyfriend with all of his stalling, and pulled back because of that. But you were still single so Gwanghyun, his friend that also worked the bar with you, had insisted. It confused Sewoon then, wondering what he had done that would make you barely smile at him anymore. You were still like honey to him, but now the kind that made it hard to swallow when you had spooned too much in at once. He was troubled, sometimes not paying attention to the voices he heard, and trying to capture your attention instead. He wondered if his guitar was up to no good, but he knew better. It was still sending out its spell, charming the audience to share with him.

Finally, you gave him an answer, though he hadn’t been prepared for it at all. He had watched you as he sung a song about two guys liking the same girl who always wore red, his eyes flickering to his subject that was a return member of his audience tonight. She seemed to look down at her red dress and then back up him in surprise, clapping her hands together and then turning to one of the guys on her right. By the time Sewoon found you again, your eyes were dark and dangerous. His voice cracked for the first time in a live performance and the crowd gasped.

He was thankful the song was quickly over, and after signing a couple of autographs, and packing up his guitar, he went over to the bar, you all but throwing a drink at him.

“Sorry, we’re all out of honey today.”

Sewoon took the water gingerly, and tried to smile. “That’s okay. Is, is everything alright with you?”

You looked like you were about to speak, but your eyes travelled around the bar for a moment, landing on someone behind him before narrowing back on his own face. He gulped, you were thunderous.

“Gwanghyun, watch the counter, yeah?” you barely got out through gritted teeth to the fellow bartender, who exchanged a warning look at Sewoon as you charged around the counter and dragged him and his guitar into the back storage room. Shutting the door, you firmly placed your arms over your chest.

“What the hell is your deal?!”

“I … uh… what?” he spluttered, your face was so twisted up. He couldn’t tell if it was anger or hurt that was more evident in your swirling eyes, and he couldn’t find his voice to ask further.

Thankfully you had a lot to say. “You’re a fraud.”

He froze.

“You know, as a bartender, I hear a lot of stories about people. You pour them a couple of drinks, and sometimes, someone will tell you their life story. I try to be polite and listen to them, but then I let their words go. How are you doing it Sewoon?! How are you hearing their problems or feelings and making them into songs?! How can you take from others like that? At first I just felt déjà vu with some of your songs. But tonight confirmed it. Jessi is the muse for tonight’s song, the lady in red! Right?!”

He didn’t know where to begin or what to say and you heaved in air, shaking a little at the confrontation. How could he even tell you? That the guitar he owns sends the voices to him and captivates him with their dramas to write them into lyrics? That he’d be a useless nobody without their support in his music. That sometimes he avoided singing songs so beautifully written because they held someone else’s pain in them? It wasn’t fair that he had zero talent to rely on. Sewoon felt his mood plummet the further he tried to find a solution.

He would need to find another bar to work in. This thought alone made him feel so cowardly; he lowered his head in shame.

You groaned. “Sewoon?!”

“I’m listening.”

“You’re not answering me though, how can you sing about others like that?! I thought, I thought you had a gift, but really, you’re just stealing inspiration from other people’s situations.”

He glanced up then, finding a small amount of courage as he gripped at his guitar case handle. “Isn’t that what artists do? Draw inspiration from others?”

“There’s a limit to it though, shouldn’t you experience it?!”

“I have,” he defended, thinking back over songs he had sung this year, a lot of them about being in a one-sided crush. He could definitely relate to that. “I’ve experienced a lot of what I sing.”

“Oh really,” you challenged, shaking your head a moment later. “I don’t even know why I’m this worked up at you.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You don’t owe me an apology! You’re not stealing my thoughts!”

“That’s because I can’t hear them!” he blurted out, his eyes growing wide momentarily. You were silent, but appeared curious as to what he meant. He groaned and nodded once. He would tell you. He told you how he had no true talent until the guitar came into his world. That he struggled with lyrics that people could relate to. How he came to hear the voices, the muses to his songs. How playing at the bar enchanted others. Except you. And how much it frustrated him. He spilled it all out, so much that he was kind of stunned when he was finished. Sewoon had never told anyone about any of this.

For an immeasurable moment, you were quiet, contemplating all he had said to you. And then you felt the tears in your eyes, wiping at them quickly in hopes he wouldn’t see them. But he did and he moved closer, reaching to rub away the tear stains on one of your cheeks. You bit at your lip at his gesture and Sewoon only then clicked onto what he was doing.

“I’m sorry, I-”

“Who’s thoughts belonged to that one song I liked, Sewoon?” you whispered and he frowned for a moment, trying to recollect the song you meant. “The one you thought didn’t do well, but I loved. Who owns those lyrics?”

He was struck by your words, his throat drying up. You were talking about his song. The one he had written for you. It had been you that had been behind those lyrics, a sweet confession of how he loved you.

“Sewoon?” you called to him, staring into his eyes. He smiled, just like the song lyrics.

“You do.”

You were taken aback, tilting your head to the side. “You just said you hadn’t once heard-”

“I mean, I wrote them, for you.”

You stilled, and he waited with bated breath for your next reaction. Suddenly you blinked rapidly. “But why, aren’t I frustrating you like you said?”

“I was frustrated that I could never find a way to tell you how I felt, because you never gave over your inner voice, I was worried on how to approach you the right way. On whether you liked me too. The lyrics in that song, they’re about you.”

“Oh.” You seemed stuck again, and he didn’t know what more to do. His hands itched to grab you, his eyes zeroed in on your lips in the dim lighting. But he waited. You had been far too angry with him before. He didn’t want to push too hard and lose you completely. He already thought he had. Finally you glanced up at him and smiled lightly. “Could you, could you sing it again to me?”

“Now?”

You nodded. “Do you even remember the lyrics?”

He almost laughed. He couldn’t forget them like he couldn’t forget to breathe. They were embedded in his mind always; because they had been his first proper lyrics of his own he performed.

Sewoon bent to pull out his guitar, standing upright quickly as he slung it over his shoulder. He was nervous, and he wasn’t normally when he went to perform. But this was for you and you only.

He began to sing for you, his voice echoing a little in the space you were in. And like everyone else who stood before him when he sang, you were captivated. But in a different way. There was no dreamy gaze, or looking as if you were under a spell. He could see your eyes brighten when he mentioned how you were pretty in a different way each day. How moved you were when he got to the bridge, the part where he expressed his hesitations on how to tell you his feelings. He held you up to the very last line, and then the room succumbed to silence again, a slight ringing of the last strum of his guitar still in his ear.

“Do you want to hear my inner voice now?” you asked and Sewoon smiled.

“It doesn’t work that way, it happens when I play-”

“I like when you smile too. Every time I see you it makes my heart beat faster. When you get lost staring into my eyes, I’ve always hoped it was because you liked me. It gave me time to gaze at you too. My answer is yes Sewoon.”

“Yes?” he managed, his breathing feeling unhinged at your words.

You nodded, reaching forward to for his hand, gently intertwining yours with his. “You’re not a bad person for what you’re doing. But I like your songs better. You should sing them more than other people’s ones. Your thoughts are my favourite. And I’ll tell you, like you asked in your song, yes, I want to see you tomorrow too.”

Sewoon swallowed, he hadn’t expected this when you had dragged him in here. But he wasn’t complaining. Because you had answered his lyrics. And there was only one thing left for him to do. Leaning in closer, he hesitated only a second before pressing his lips to yours, his soul feeling as though it was singing its own song now as you kissed him back.

He wasn’t talent-less. Sure, the guitar helped, even now. But you had liked his love song for you.

He only hoped you’d like the rest to come.

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REQUESTED: “from under the sea” [jeong sewoon]

genre: fluff + fantasy + inspired by Ponyo

ficstyle: bulletpoints + potential series

summary: “ I'm so excited for your new blog! If you're still writing for Jeong Sewoon, could I please request a Ponyo! au for our Ponyo boy? “ 

note: this is my twist using the storyline of Ponyo // HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT

you were the eldest of 1000 sisters

you all lived under the sea protected by magic; your father is deals with sorcery and your mother is a mystical being 

you’ve only seen her like once every year for your birthday 

since she travels the world

so you’ve always been in one place your whole life up until this point

but you’ve always wondered... what it’s like above the surface of the ocean?

you finally pluck up all the courage you had in your little body to confront your father

“hey papa... do you think I could swim outside the house for a whi-”

“NOOONONONOONNOOOOO”

he pushes you back in your room, “IT’S DANGEROUS OUT THERE AND THERE’S CRAZY THINGS OUT THERE. I WON’T ALLOW YOU TO GO OUT THERE”

(what am I, Ariel, the little mermaid?) you pouted and sat in your room

you tried to scheme up a little plan to escape...

come to think of it..

your father also told you to stay away from the west side of the house.. since there’s a lot of magic welled up in there, it would take him a long time to clean it up if anything were to happen in there

so? what did you do?

you secretly swam to the west side of the house

saw a vault that was tightly locked 

you used all the strength you could muster up but it wasn’t enough

CREAK

your sisters were all helping you open the vault

FFWOOSH

the door swung open and magic in the shape of fishes flooded the whole room 

“GO Y/N GO!!” your 999 sisters chanted as the magic broke open a window

you smiled at them as a “thank you” and swam out into the open sea

a herd of jellyfishes swam by and you swam into one as a shield as you went up the surface of the water

you were overwhelmed by all these buildings and colors and the SKY 

everything was beautiful like it was in the books your mother got for you

SWOOSH

you were hit by a wave which sent you tumbling into an empty jar 

there was nothing you could do at this point

you were stuck in a jar and the wave was pushing you to the shore

...

it’s been like an hour since you’ve been in that jar and you were suffocating

“what’s this? I needa get it out! don’t worry, I’m Sewoon! I’ll help you!” 

they pick up the jar as they are looking for a way to get you out of the jar 

they placed you on the rocks and took a bigger rock

“I hope I don’t hurt it...”

CLINK

they smash the rock onto the jar with enough strength to break the jar only enough to get you out

they pick you up but cut themselves on the glass

“ouch!”

you licked on their wound in which heal it but it turned you into a human being

“SEWOON SEWOON SEWOON!!”

although he was shocked, he couldn’t help but smile at your cuteness

“yup that’s me! what’s your name?”

(hmm father never told me to tell my name to strangers if I came across any.. but father did tell me to not go out.. so...)

“my name is y/n!”

“so y/n how did this all happen? how’d you get stuck in a jar? how are you human?”

so you told him about your life and despite of the differences between you two, Sewoon had to trouble understanding your situation

you kept looking behind you in fear; hoping that your father wasn’t behind you

Sewoon notices your jitteryness

“well since you have no where to go, how about you stay at my place?”

you nodded and grabbed his hand to lead the way

on the way to his house, your father emerged from the waters

“I have to get her back to the sea or else.... the whole world will be in chaos..”

he goes back into the water as he sees you walk up the hill to Sewoon’s place

“well this is me!” Sewoon shows you his house

it was smaller than your palace but you liked it a lot

he opens the door with a key and leads you in

“SEWOON YOU’RE HOME?”

an older lady comes out to see you and Sewoon

“oh?! who’s this?”

Sewoon puts his hands on your shoulders, “this is my friend! go on, introduce yourself”

“I’m y/n!” you smiled, if Sewoon knows her, she must be nice

“she’ll be staying with us for the time being, since she has complications at home” 

his mother nods, “oh okay, are you both hungry? I’m making ramen”

“ramen?” you were excited, you only read about ramen in the books your mother got you

“yup! ramen, it’s my secret recipe~ it’ll be done soon” his mother walks back into the kitchen

“here! sit down~” Sewoon points to the couch and you sat there

from behind the couch, he pulls up something that looks familiar to you, probably something in a book you read before

“what’s that?”

Sewoon smiles as he gently pulls your hand to strum the object

it played a beautiful sound

“it’s a guitar, you can make beautiful music with it!”

he improvises and sings a song about you

when he finished, his mother brought out the ramen

“my my, you both look really good together!” 

Sewoon blushes

“mom.. please..”

that night, the three of you talked the night away and listened to Sewoon play his guitar

his mother set up the couch for you and you thanked her as you slowly fell asleep to the sound of Sewoon and his mother talking

“if y/n is sleeping in the living room, I will too! what if something happens to her?”

“she’ll be fine, Sewoon. now go to bed you have school tomorrow”

into the night, someone opens the door and walks into the living room

it was your father

he sprinkled some magic over you so that you would turn back into a goldfish and places you in a capsule of water as you are still asleep

“I can’t lose you or this world.. this is for best of all of us”

GASP

Sewoon wakes up and walks into the kitchen

his mother is making breakfast

“mom... remember when I brought y/n to our house when I was 10?”

his mother gives him a sad look

“Sewoon.. there’s nothing we can do.. all we know is what she looks like and her first name... maybe it’s best if you just forget about her okay? it’s eating you up inside..”

Sewoon shakes his head and runs up unto the rooftop of his house that has the best view of the ocean

“y/n... where are you?”

END (unless you guys want a part 2)

[wannabeone-blog]

Jung Sewoon Best Friends to Lovers!

this wondeful talented boy debuted yesterday please support him and watch his mv here

you met Sewoon on the first day of middle school

you two were in the same class if fifth grade and were seatmates and alway partners for projects

but it wasn't bc you two were friends

you two were the outcasts

neither of you had any friends in the class so you two were often left with each other as choice

sewoon was rather soft spoken and shy around people especially girls so like

he was so nervous around you half the time he didn't speak actual sentences

as the years went on you misread that as him being into you

once you two got closer you two spent a lot of time in the spare music room

in which he would practice guitar and you would do homework and sometimes you would sing together

cue you slurring your words together bc it's sewoon's angelic voice???

you started to gain feelings for sewoon in around eighth grade and you asked him to the school dance with you to go as "friends"

you started to realize how good looking sewoon was (for an eighth grader) and how attentive he was to you and you started to fall for him

but he was still like your first crush and you were overwhelmed

nearing the end of the dance he insisted he'd walk you home

he had a cute smile on his face as he watched you spin down the sidewalk

and then he got really sad because he was moving and realized tomorrow would be the last day he would see you?

when you got to your gateway you thank sewoon for walking you home

and that's when you shyly confessed to him

and his face got so red

and he apologized a million times for not feeling the same even though he did but he was leaving tomorrow and he felt so bad bc he felt like he led you on

"i know things are going to be awkward between us tomorrow, but can we act like this didn't happen and enjoy our last day before high school?" you said

"and our last day together" he whispered

he didn't expect you to hear him but you did and you shrieked so loud you woke up the neighbors

"whAT"

"i'm moving during the summer, i meant to tell you sooner but you've been in such a good mood,"

"t-then can you come inside?"

he nodded

you ended up calling his parents and he spent the night

normally you two crash on the couch and an air mattress downstairs but this would be your last sleepover so you dragged him upstairs and threw a set of pajamas you had that were his

and then you dragged him into your bed

and normally he was too flustered to do anything but he knew you were on the verge of crying so he spent the night with his arms holding you close and his face nuzzled into your hair

which caused you to deeply inhale bc apparently the boy didn't get the message when you told him he basically made your heart s t o p

"i-i'm sorr- is this okay?" he whispered

you hummed in response "perfect"

"y/n"

"hm" you mumbled half asleep

"i like you too, i just didn't want to tell you bc i'm leaving you so soon,"

"at least i got to hear you say it"

the whole day at school you two were clinging onto each other

but it was the cutest thing

all of your friends and teachers loved it

at the end of the day he walked you to the park, and he placed his favorite hoodie in your lap

he literally wore this all the time and while it was worn out you loved it

you two promised you would stay in touch

and you did

two years later you both claimed to be over your feelings

you were there when he got his first girlfriend and he was there for your first boyfriend

in which he gave you advice

and you listened to

and he lowkey planned to ruin your relationship ooPs but didn't follow through

once it got to senior year you kind of fell out of touch

due to stress to get into a good university and pass all your finals you just couldn't fit it into your schedule to text him all the time

occasionally you'd facetime and study together but that came to a stop too

by the time you finally got into university you never expected to see him again

but there he was as handsome as ever in your music class

you almost had a heart attack

sewoon saw you too and the biggest smile spread across his face

he hugged you in front of all your new classmates and you ended up sitting near each other whenever you did use the desks

you two started to hang out all the time

and your feelings started to come back

and little did you know so did his

one day sewoon was kind of sad in class

"what's wrong sewoon"

"i left something at my dorm, i was in a bit of a rush today"

you noticed he didn't have his guitar with him

and you had a break in between classes so you went to his dorm to grab it

and you noticed a sheet of paper next to his guitar

with lyrics

and you being the nosy best friend you were, you read it

and your face flushed when you realized the lyrics were about you and how he felt

you sprinted back to the university and texted sewoon to see you and it was urgent

soon enough sewoon came out

"what's wrong are you hurt"

you handed him his guitar and the lyrics

his face flushed

"o-oh you weren't supposed to see these" he chuckles nervously scratching the back of his neck "i understand if this makes things awkward between us, i can't expect you to have the same feelings as you did in middle school"

you leaned in a connected your lips

and this poor boy was so shocked and he didn't know where to place his hands

you two are the cutest couple at the university

sewoon sings the song he wrote for you all the time

you might have to take the lead in the relationship sometimes bc this boy is too shy for it

if you compliment him he blushes and his voice will get a little shaky or softer bc he's flustered

[wannaonescenarios]

we're in year 5067(idk ok??), and y/n finds herself falling further and further into depression. Tired of being alone, she orders one of the robots from the tv-catalog-show-thing?? little did she know that her robot was gonna br hella cute. robot!au with jung sewoon?? not love, but like bff??brother??friends??plz make it funny ! Thank youuuu💕💕💕💕

thanks for requesting !! sorry if im a bit rusty fndfndjkg also i tried to be funny,,,forgive me if it isn’t LOL

also i didn’t read through this, so ignore any mistakes please!

- in the year of 5067, you slowly find yourself getting lonelier and lonelier 

- it doesn’t help that technology has become so advanced that nearly everyone was addicted to it 

- and you couldn’t lie, you liked to browse the internet, but you weren’t the type to become addicted and slowly live your whole life online 

- that was mostly everyone’s fate - including your parents - hell, even school was a bore because people were on their phones or laptops half the time 

- even if you had friends, there was no doubt that most of them would prefer to listen to their tv and stay home, rather than leaving their homes smh 

- you had tried your best to convince them to come out, saying that there was new cafes open or a new restaurant. you even tried to tempt them with food 

- but your efforts didn’t convince them and you were left alone again 

- one night, you ended up watching tv late and clicking through the channels and you saw an ad displaying cheesy text on a robot 

- ‘’order your own best friend robot! program them to your liking for only $19.99!” 

- usually, you would skip through it and settle going to bed but?? this low-key peaked your interest. 

- a robot as a best friend?? was that possible? what if you ordered one and they turned out like that that movie from resident evil?? 

- but on the other hand, you were like 

- ‘’lol what could go wrong’’ 

- so you did 

- you ended up ordering straight from the tv and they told you that it would come in the few weeks since they were in high demand 

- you ended up forgetting that you ordered it a few days later until it showed up on your doorstep in a huge box 

- obviously, you had trouble bringing it in and struggled quite a lot,,,but you managed to do it

- but once you opened the box,,,it was like seeing god for the first time?? like wtf?? has god really come down to bless you??

- the robot was quite cute actually,,and looked scarily human-like. if you didn’t know what it was, you would’ve mistaken it for a human being packed into a box accidentally 

- carefully, you managed to pull it out of the box and drag it to a nearby outlet to plug it in. while it was charging, you were reading through the manual and it was pretty self explanatory, all you had to do was charge it often and make sure it wasn’t left alone for too long 

- flipping the manual to the back, you read the name on the sheet and thought it was quite fitting 

- ‘’jeong sewoon, huh?’’ 

- you thought it was a fitting name and decided to go take a nap and see if he would be fully charged once you woke up 

- and once you woke up, you locked eyes with someone else's 

- aka cue you screaming and sewoon standing there like ?? 

- you had completely forgot that you had bought him after you woke up lol yikes you got a surprise of your lifetime 

- from then on, your life wasn’t the same 

- getting used to sewoon was hard but also,,kind of exciting?? 

- of course, he knew what he was but he wasn’t sure what everything was 

- he asked lots of questions once you sat him down to the point where you had a headache and almost regret buying him lmfao 

- you had to explain everything to him and tried your best to keep everything simple but,,,there was only so much that you could do 

- once, you handed him your laptop to let him look at it and maybe get familiar idk and you went to go get water

- you came back and ended up screaming because poor sewoon ended up snapping the screen in half 

- cue him looking like a lost puppy and alarmed because you were on the floor crying 

- ‘’did you know how much that cost me?? dO YOU THINK I HAVE MONEY TO BUY A NEW LAPTOP’’ 

- ‘’you had enough money to buy me, didn’t you?” 

- ‘’lISTEN’’ 

- and another time (after buying you a new laptop), he came to you and asked what this meant and he showed you an excerpt from 50 shades of gray 

- you ended up yelling at him again bc ??? wtf sewoon??? can’t you search it up yourself?? 

- ‘’why would i search it up when i have you?? you do know what it is, don’t you??” 

- i mean yeah bUT 

- its only been like a day and this boy took off like 5 years of your life wow 

- but as time went on, he wasn’t so bad??

- he wasn’t afraid to go out with you and let you drag him around to go to cafes or amusement parks or something 

- and he cared for you deeply, like he protected you if people were getting too close or making you uncomfortable 

- he wouldn’t be afraid to stand up for the both of you, but also be a complete gentleman for other people like wtf get yourself a man like this 

having robot!sewoon would include:  late night runs to the store because sewoon doesn’t sleep lol, wanting ice cream but the store was closed but somehow,,,sewoon broke in and ripped the door off the hinges, ‘’what do we do with the door??” ‘’leave it obviously” ‘’lISTEN SEWOON WE AREN’T LIKE THAT JNDFKN’’, exploring through seoul and visiting all the malls and buying all sorts of things, visiting cafes or various other animal cafes and watching as the animals cling onto sewoon and the poor boy getting so confused by them, taking different activities together like guitar or singing classes, finding out that sewoon had a really really nice voice, even if he was a robot, sewoon helping you get ready for a date and end up accidentally ripping all your clothes while trying to tug it off the hanger because he doesn’t know his own strength, and cue you screaming bc ‘’sEWOON MY DATES GOING TO BE HERE IN 15 MINS WF JDSFNK’’ ‘’listen,, i don’t know my strength okay?? sTOP YELLING’’, all in all, a really cute and platonic relationship!! like you really hit a jackpot this time, bless u 

[hashtagjna]

RSC [Jeong Sewoon] *Déjá-vu?*

Random Song Challenge explanation | RSC No. 3 ❤️

About: Jeong Sewoon (solo)

Song: Dejavu by Nu’est W

Genre: fluff

Summary: You‘re experiencing a strange déjá-vu-like feeling when you meet a boy on a trip - and he does too! Coincidence? Fate?

Wourd Count: 1014

Written by: Admin Arin

Author’s Note: I think this song is such a good match for Sewoon, calm and mysterious! It instantly reminded me of his 20 Something MV, so inspired this story a lot ❤️

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You were sitting on the cold stone slabs of the broad stairway going up to a huge, fancy fountain. From time to time you felt some water droplets hitting your arms, because some children were wildly running around, playing with the water. You heard their happy laughters and giggles, in between the countless voices of a bunch of tourists, and seemingly the mom calling something in a language you couldn’t understand.

It has been almost two hours since you arrived in this city. You had never been here before, so you didn’t really know what to do - that you wanted to go on this trip without any kind of planning also didn’t help in that matter. You pulled your big brown suitcase closer to you, when you suddenly remembered that you bought a new sticker for it at the post office, when you ambled through the train station. While you were fumbling to get the backing paper off the sticker, you couldn’t help but to think of the guy you saw in the train station.

Several hours ago you settled down in your compartment on the train. It was one of those really old, nostalgic vintage style ones. You always wanted to go on a trip with one of those. A trip without any beforehand planning, just you and your suitcase. Just hopping on an old train, without a fixed destination, just enjoying the ride and hopping off at a station in a city that seems nice. You could finally realize that dream, which made you very excited. Looking at the worn down, but still fancy interior in a 60s style made you calm down again, feeling a nice wave of nostalgic calmness. Scanning every detail of the flowery patterns of the different fabrics incorporated into the interior design, you didn’t even notice that the train started its journey already.

During the whole ride you couldn‘t take off your eyes from the landscape rushing by. Alternating between little villages and pure nature, there were so many details to discover. The hours just flew by, until you saw a bigger city get closer in the distance. You decided that this city will be your destination, and you quickly packed your stuff together. After jumping up excitedly and a quick glance to check if you forgot anything, you left the compartment and made your way to the door area. You already felt the train getting slower, which fed your excitement even more. Being the first passenger on this part of the train to be ready to get off, you stood right in front of the door, looking outside the little window, exclaiming a few little oohs and woahs - not paying attention at all, if anybody was watching you from behind.

The train finally came to a halt, and as soon as the door was open you jumped out. Strongly gripping the handle of your suitcase, you couldn‘t help but stand there and admire the beautiful, vintage looking roof of the train station - until you were violently ripped out of your trance by someone bumping into you from behind, who was likely one of the other passengers exiting the train after you.

After turning your head you looked into the face of a young man, looking equally shocked as you. „I‘m really sorry. Are you alright?“, he asked with the softest voice you ever heard. You just barely could get yourself to nod slowly, because you were terribly confused and puzzled. Did you see him somewhere before? Your mind was flooded with a strange, persistent feeling. Your brain tried to remember something specific, but it couldn‘t. But it strangely felt like you knew him.

After he realized that you were not hurt, he put on a slight smile, adjusted the strips of his backpack and went on his way. You couldn‘t move an inch, the strange feeling still echoing in your mind. There was no chance you could’ve met this guy before. You were really good at remembering faces, and you never were in this country before. Did you just have a déjà-vu?

Your mind returned to the present when you finally got off the sticker backing paper. Lost in thoughts you stuck the little sticker of a pine tree onto your suitcase. You flinched when you were suddenly ripped out of your thoughts again - by a very familiar voice.

„I‘m sorry, we bumped into each other earlier, if you remember. Since then I just couldn‘t get rid of the feeling that I have seen you before. Could you tell me your name?“ You looked up and saw the guy from before. He had the same feeling? Did you maybe really know each other?

„I‘m Y/N“, you answered a little hesitant, still confused.

„Hmm … I don‘t remember … Maybe we could talk a bit? Maybe while eating? I really can‘t get rid of that feeling that I know you“

Strangely excited that he felt exactly the same, you nodded quickly. You grabbed your suitcase and stood up, still looking at him, still wondering where you could have seen each other. He was quite cute, so you couldn‘t help but put on a smile. You were staying like this for a few awkward seconds. He didn‘t move, he also didn‘t say anything. Your smile faded, and you asked quietly: „What‘s wrong?“

He quickly looked down and started fiddling with his shirt buttons. „You know to be honest … I lied, I have never seen you before. But when we bumped into each other … you looked really cute, and I wanted to get to know you. Seeing your smile just now I couldn‘t continue lying to you“

Your ears instantly went bright red and your face was literally burning. „Should … we go eat something together? And really get to know each other? Oh yeah, my name is Sewoon, by the way“, he mumbled a little shyly, but with a slightly sly smile on his face. You nodded, laughing, but your face still burning hot. You found it really puzzling how Sewoon basically used the same experience you just had as an excuse to talk to you. Maybe it was … fate?

[loveydpp-blog]

[8:36pm] hugging samuel as he cries about the pd101 results

[ethereal-kenna]

MUSIC RECS

I need some music recommendations

BUT ONLY SONGS THAT YOU USE TO GO TO SLEEP BECAUSE IM IN DESPERATE NEED OF SOME SLEEPY TIME MUSIC YO HELP ME OUT 💀

Some songs that might help give you an idea of what type of sleepy time music I like LMAO

A.C.E- 5TAR

Unb- Only one

Stray Kids- 3rd eye

Hui-Who am I

BTS-Serendipity

Roy Kim-The big dipper

Sf9-Never say goodbye

Wanna one-I promise you (proposal ver.)

Those are just a few out of the 250 songs I've used to fall asleep to and I have run out pLEASE HELP

[imagineproduce101]

Get To Know You

You’re a counselor at a summer camp, and Jung Sewoon is the cute counselor who plays his guitar during camp bonfires. Unfortunately, you’re too shy to say anything to him.

you drummed your fingers against your thigh, swaying back and forth to the soothing sound of the guitar

next to you, your best friend at camp, seungkwan, clapped his hands, and the crackle of the bonfire sent sparks up into the night air

you’d been coming back to the same summer camp since you were a young child, and now you had returned as a camp counselor

vernon and seungkwan, two of your closest friends that you’d made at camp, also came back

“alright, what should i play next?”

jung sewoon smiled over at the campers who were watching him eagerly, and you felt your heart melt as he listened closely to their suggestions

you’d also seen sewoon every year at camp, but you were pretty sure that the handsome singer didn’t even know who you were

every time he looked at you, you stared at the floor, and you’d never even held a full conversation with him

the camp had a bonfire every week, and so every week, you sat with your friends and screamed internally at how cute sewoon was

one morning during breakfast, you were sitting with vernon and seungkwan

you were just sipping your orange juice and looking around the dining hall casually

the loud chatter of the campers filled the room, and vernon was forced to nearly shout just to talk to the two of you

as vernon informed the two of you of the day’s activities, you made eye contact with sewoon

and then sewoon smiled at you?????

you nearly choked into your orange juice, wheezing and coughing loudly as you turned back to your friends, turning a bright red

(at his own table, sewoon suppressed a smile as he turned back to his own friends)

of course, as soon as vernon and seungkwan figured out what had happened, they started teasing you

you just rolled your eyes, internally dying from embarrassment because of the whole situation

soon, it was the last week of camp, and you were scolding yourself for not sucking it up and just talking to sewoon

your friends tried to encourage you too, but you were just too nervous?

on the last day of camp, the day before all the buses came to take everyone home to the big city, there was a goodbye bonfire

you were sad to have to leave camp, since you genuinely enjoyed spending time there with your friends and the kids

you sat with a few of the kids that you’d worked with during camp at the bonfire, and helped them roast some marshmallows

of course, sewoon got out his guitar and started playing 

the kids requested various songs that they wanted to hear, and soon, it was almost time to sleep,,,,

you wanted to stay there forever, just listening to sewoon’s music and enjoying the atmosphere of the bonfire, with the logs crackling and the smoke filling the crisp night air

“this last song is dedicated to someone i’ve really enjoyed being with,” sewoon said as he started strumming the opening chords of his last song, “i hope we’re able to connect soon.”

as he said this, your heart sank, knowing that sewoon had probably started liking someone during his time there

“(y/n), are you okay?” one of the kids sitting near you asked, looking a bit worried

you just smiled, waving them off and assuring them that you were okay

(were you really okay? were you really?)

the next morning, you had to wake up quite early to get on the bus

with your backpack and duffel bag, you were just dressed in a t-shirt and shorts, waiting blearily for the campers to board the huge bus

once all the campers were on board, the counselors got on as well

of course, seungkwan and vernon sat together, leaving you with an empty seat next to you

just as you were putting your earbuds into your ears, someone coughed awkwardly

“hey, do you mind if i sit here?” jung sewoon sent you a million-watt smile that sent your heart into a frenzy

“Oh!” you quickly moved to take your backpack from the seat next to you, putting it under the seat instead, “of course!”

“thank you,” sewoon smiled, “i’m glad that i got to sit next to you, i feel like you’re one of the counselors that i didn’t really get to know, and i didn’t want to leave with any regrets.”

you hummed in agreement, not trusting yourself to actually say anything

“so, are you looking forward to going back to the city?” sewoon asked curiously, looking over at you

you thought about the question for a moment as the bus started up, making the kids in back start exclaiming loudly

luckily, another counselor got up to quiet them down, allowing you to turn to sewoon and respond.

“i suppose?” you replied a bit nervously, internally cringing at how awkward you were, “but i really do like it out here.”

“same here,” sewoon agreed, “it’s just a lot more peaceful.”

as your conversation with sewoon progressed, you found yourself relaxing, as he was quite funny and very charming

soon, the two of you were making jokes and laughing

sewoon even shared his earbuds with you, showing you a song that he insisted you had to listen to

and after looking through your own music app, you two discovered that you were into the same music

the two of you ended up talking the entire bus ride back

as you stepped off the bus with your things, you spotted your friend, who drove there to pick you up

just as you were heading over to your friend, you heard someone call your name

“hey, (y/n)!” sewoon jogged up to you, a little out of breath, “would you really want to give me your number? i really enjoyed talking with you, maybe you’d want to go on a date and grab some coffee? and talk about music some more?”

you smiled enormously at that, quickly punching in your number with shaking fingers

the two of you said goodbye to each other, and you hurried back over to your friend

“who was that?” she asked curiously as the two of you got into her car

you felt your phone vibrate, and glanced down to check the notification

‘hey, it’s sewoon ;))))))”

you hid a smile at that, ducking your head

“just a guy,” you replied, quickly typing out a response

your friend glanced over at you and took in your huge smile as you typed away on your phone and smiled, shaking her head as she turned back to the road

[ponyoscenarios]

Welcome!!

Hiii!!! This is my first time writing scenarios/imagines etc. so bear with me :) If you'd like to request anything just ask away I'd be glad to write about it!! I love Sewoon sooo much so i thought i might give this a go.

So yeah, that's probably it :)

[killjoy-loveit]

Picture of Truth

A/N: This is my first spook season related writing post, I hope you guys enjoy! I would like to clarify that everything written in this story is complete fiction and isn’t to be taken as a true portrayal of reality. 

Summary: You run into a cute stranger, and barely manage to get away before you lose control. 

Word Count: 914

Genre: Vampire AU, angst/fluff (I’m not really sure)?

    You strode forward, hips swinging lightly as you walked into the coffee house. Today was different, you could feel your hunger creeping along your skin, keeping you on edge. Every person you passed smelled amazing, enticing your inner monster to come out and play, but you held strong. You knew what could happen if you didn’t maintain control over yourself when you fed. That’s when people died, whenever you were reckless with your hunger, allowing yourself to get to the breaking point.

    Keeping your head up and refraining from taking a deep breath in, you made your way to the counter. The barista looked up at you, bored with a blank look in his eyes. It was obvious by his demeanor that he didn’t want to be here, and his voice was monotonous as he asked for your order. The fragrance of coffee filled the air, briefly replacing the overwhelming scent of blood pumping in the people around you.

    As your coffee was placed in front of you and you took the steaming cup in your hands, that was when you saw him. He was sitting at a small wooden table off to the side, fiddling with an old camera in his hands. There was something about him that drew you to where he was sitting. Maybe it was the soft expression of concentration he held on his face, or maybe it was the way he tilted his head in confusion as his eyebrows scrunched up. Either way you ended up sitting down at the empty seat across from him.

    He didn’t even look up, the world around him blocked out by his intense focus. You sat there, sipping on your coffee, and observing his cute little mannerisms. Just after five minutes, he glanced up in order to pick up his own coffee and saw you sitting there in front of him. His eyes went wide and he jumped slightly, the camera falling from his hands. It would have smashed into the floor if you hadn’t reacted quickly, snatching it mid-fall and setting it down safely on the table.

    “You should be more careful.” You murmured, smiling lightly.

    “It’s just… You startled me.”

    “Hmmm,” You hummed, taking a sip of your coffee. “I’m Y/N.”

    “Sewoon.” He replied, pushing his glasses up.

    “So, Sewoon, talk to me about your camera.”

    The two of you sat there talking for an hour, although he was quite shy so you had to keep leading the conversation. For that hour you barely felt the hunger that had been gnawing at you for the majority of the day, your mind was enraptured with this guy. Instead you were hooked on every soft spoken word that left his lips. Sewoon was a creative type, it was evident in the way he expressed himself, like how his eyes would flare a bit when he spoke about a particular photograph or song.

    Out of nowhere your hunger slammed into you like a truck, and you knew you had to get out of there before something bad happened. Before you killed someone. You made your excuses, getting up and grabbing your bag, but your arm was shaking and he noticed.

    “Are you alright?” Sewoon questioned.

    “I’m fine, I just need to go. I have to… I have plans to go eat and I’m starving.”

    “Can I at least walk you to your car to make sure you get there alright? You look quite pale, I don’t want you to pass out on the sidewalk.”

    “Okay, sure.”

    With that he walks with you out of the coffee house. You’re distinctly aware of his warm presence right beside you. The blood pumping in his veins becoming a lovely melody calling out to you, the slight thumping of his heart in his chest beating itself into your brain. It was taking all of your willpower not to turn and drain the life from him right then and there. Step, breathe, step, breathe, step. You made it to your car, yanking open the passenger door to throw in your bag. As you shut it and turn around, Sewoon’s standing closer to you than before, biting his lip.

    “Thank you… Um, I’ll be going now.” You mutter, starting to walk to the other side of your car.

    His voice is soft, full of anxiety as he calls out to you. “Wait, Y/N.”

    “Yes?”

    “Could- Could I take a picture of you? I don’t mean to be creepy or anything and you can tell me no, I won’t be upset--.”

    “Sure.” You respond, smiling ruefully.

    Sewoon raised his camera slowly, and moved to a different spot a few feet from you. The camera clicked and whirred, working to print out the small photo, when he pressed the button to capture the picture. The polaroid would stay dark for a few more minutes, giving you the perfect amount of time to leave before you lost control. You waved at him as you got into your car, and pulled out into the traffic.

    He stayed standing there as the photo developed, waiting on bated breath. Except when it developed, you weren’t there. You couldn’t be seen in the picture. He could clearly make out your car, but for some reason you didn’t show up. Now he was standing there wondering if you were even real, and he would have thought he’d imagined everything, if it weren’t for the fact that he could see your bag clearly in the passenger side. 

[prettywordsyouleft]

All the Way to your Soul

Pairing: Jeong Sewoon x reader

Genre: meet cute

Warnings: none

Word count: 369

You sat down on the concrete ledge, your head moving along softly to the melody sifting through your headphones, pulling your backpack onto your lap and retrieving a well battered copy of Howl’s Moving Castle and a banana from it.

Free time had been hard to come by lately, and when you had found it in your schedule, your first notion was to get outdoors, to breathe in the fresh air deeply and find yourself entranced in another world.

Your eyes soaked in the words you almost knew by heart, forgetting about your snack initially. Soon your spare hand reached for it, having to place a pause on the story to peel it.

It was then that you looked around yourself, the Thursday afternoon proving to be less busy than it had the last visit you took to your chosen sanctuary. As your eyes moved around, you became aware of a second banana, in the hand of a person nearby.

He smiled, raising his banana as if to say cheers.

You laughed and copied the gesture, both of you taking a bite and being unable to not smile at the unison of your actions.

Turning back to the book in your hand, you managed to read another few lines, your eyes travelling from the magical world in front of you and back to his face.

You had caught him off guard, staring back at you with large chocolate eyes, so deep that you felt as if they were their own story in themselves. What tales did they hold within them that could captivate you this well already?

He moved then, closer, and albeit with an awkward hand to the back of his caramel hair. You removed your headphones and finally in a comfortable space that was close enough without touching, he turned to look at you and held out his hand. “Hi.”

You slipped your hand into his, your smile widening at the warmth reaching all the way to your soul.

Your book soon dropped from your lap and became discarded as you struck up conversation with the protagonist of your new story, opening the first pages and filling them with words and hope for what was to come.

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[every1studio]

REQUESTED: “i’ll risk the world for you” [soloist: jeong sewoon]

genre: fluff + fantasy + inspired by Ponyo (MENTIONS OF BLOOD)

ficstyle: bulletpoints +series + LONGG  [PART 1]

anon asked: “ Hellooooooo, could I please request a pt2 to jeong sewoon's ponyo au, it was so cute! “

note: here you are~~ this is my twist using the storyline of Ponyo // HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT

Sewoon hasn’t seen you since he was 10; he began to grow an obsession for you

he visited to beach almost everyday and play his guitar to the sea; after he would play for hours, in respect of the ocean, he would clean up the litter on the beach

he even kept a goldfish, naming after you, “how are you today y/n? are you hungry?”

his mom was worried so they both moved to the inside of the city; they didn’t want to move so far because his dad was a sailor

even after moving, Sewoon managed to visit the sea and play music at least 5 times a week

on the other hand, you were locked up in separate room from the main palace; it felt like a dungeon.. you couldn’t go out unless you were with your father

the room was trapped in a magical bubble that could only let outsiders who come in and out 

since you were in the room while the barrier was formed, you can only get help from an outsider 

even if you were to open your door or window, you wouldn’t be able to get out of them

you begged your father to let you see him again

“ALL THOSE HUMANS ARE THE SAME!! THEY TAKE AS MUCH FISH FROM THE OCEAN AS THEY WANT AND IN RETURN, WHAT DO THEY DO? THEY TRASH IT!”

ever since that they, you just re-read all the books you got from your mother and look up at the surface of the ocean through your big, bay window

your sisters could help but feel sad as you were swimming around in your room; heartbroken

they always tried to get you out but every time they asked your guys’ father; but he would always keep an eye on them by standing outside the door 

“should we plot again?” one of your sisters spoke up

“we should! dad never yells at us.. he always yells at big sister...”

they all whispered in agreement 

some of them snuck out to your room as the rest of them distracted your guys’ father

“DAD READ US A BEDTIME STORY!”

“DAD I THINK MY DRESS RIPPED”

“DAD I AM HUNGRY”

“I WANT TO EAT SHRIMP BURGER”

“I WANT FISH TACOS”

he was overwhelmed by their requests but it was like this everyday, it would take him hours to get to everyone’s request and that was with magic

the 3 eldest after you swam passed the garden and up to your room

“BIG SIS! BIG SIS!” they whispered loudly

you turned to see them swim into your room

“let’s go~ you have to see Sewoon again!!”

you got up and hugged them..”I can’t.. dad-”

“the rest of us are keeping him busy!! go now before it’s too late!!”

you nodded as they pulled you by the hands out the door

they gave you a huge shove out the door and you were able to swim up to the surface

you blew them a kiss before swimming as fast as you can

“I’ll miss you guys..” you whispered

SPLASH

you were able to resurface up to the land again

at that moment, Sewoon was walking down the side of the cliff to play music to the ocean again

“SEWOON!!” 

he looks around him, “I must becoming crazy if I can hear y/n’s voice...”

you splash up; and you accidentally headbutt him in the mouth

you fall onto his hand and his chapped lips started to bleed

“I’m sorry,,” you jumped up to kiss his lips and the bleeding stops 

you turn into a human again

hugging him tight, you felt tears hang onto the edge of your eyes

“I’ve missed you...” 

he couldn’t believe his eyes.. he thought he was dreaming... because for years, he’s waited for you, wishing that you would come back

and now you are here

in his arms

he wraps his arms over your head; the last time he hugged you, you guys were the same height

and now he was much taller than you

“me too, y/n .. me too..” 

you looked into his eyes with so much endearment

“you’re so handsome...”

he drops his head down from trying not to smile so hard

“yo-you’ve gotten even more prettier..OH YEAH!! my mom would be so happy to see you again!!”

he pulls you by the hand back up the cliff

you took one last glance at the sea and mumbled, “I’m never going back..”

little did you know, every time that you were out of the sea.. the moon would get closer to the Earth.. 

making the low tides lower and the high tides higher; this could cause massive flooding and droughts

but you didn’t know.. because your father kept it from you

because of him.. the world you escaped to.. will be swept away with the despair of ocean’s waves

“MOM I FOUND Y/N!!”

his mom doesn’t turn around, “what do you mean? she’s in the fishbowl..”

“hi Mrs. Jeong..”

she turns around and drop the towel that was in her hand

“y/n?”

“yup~ it’s me~”

she runs over to hug you; “look at you!! all grown and beautiful..”

Sewoon tugs on your hand, “I wanna show her the rooftop.. might take her to go look around the city for a bit..”

his mom nudges him, “like a date??”

Sewoon blushes and walks towards the door..”I-I’ll see you later mom!”

you were overwhelmed by how the sun shined brightly over the buildings

there was so much colors, movements and noises, you got a little dizzy

actually since you walked farther and farther away from the sea.. you’ve been feeling a little dizzy

you just pushed it off as not being used to land

“are you okay?” Sewoon tucks your hair behind your ears as he sees you constantly lowering your head and pinching between your eyebrows

“yeah.. I’m just.. a little parched..”

without another word, Sewoon bought you a “water bottle”

you never knew what “hydration” was since you always lived in the sea

“it looks like clear soup..”

he just laughs as he watches you drink it

you are surprised by how clean it tasted, “it’s not salty!!”

“water helps you stay hydrated, you start feeling dizzy if you are dehydrated..” 

“ohh..” you nodded as you drank more water, you felt a little better and continued the day with Sewoon as your tourist guide

the more you drank water, the more it flushed out Sewoon’s blood in your system

his blood is what keeps you human

“what’s this?” you point at someone making hand pulled noodles with black sauce on the side

“ah that’s jajjangmyeon; uh.. black bean noodles, do you want to try some?”

you guys had such a fun time; although it was a little hard on Sewoon

he had to wipe your mouth with every bite

on your way back home, you smelled something you’ve never smelled before.. it kinda stung your nose

“what’s that smell?”

Sewoon takes one sniff and slams his fist into the other, “mom must be making spicy rice cakes..”

what’s spicy? what’s rice cakes? regardless you were excited to try it

but when you tried it, your mouth was on fire, but it was really good

so you ate it as you were crying

Sewoon continuously wiping your mouth, gave you a glass of water, “drink this, it’ll help”

although the spiciness didn’t go away, it made your mouth less of a burning mess

night fell and you were getting drowsy

you were sitting next to Sewoon as he was playing the guitar and singing

when he was done he looks at you as you were laying on his shoulder, sleeping

he bridal carried you to the couch downstairs and tucked you in

trauma took over as he remembered waking up and seeing that you were gone

so he set up a blanket and a pillow for him to sleep on the ground.. 

and soon he fell asleep to your soft snores

CRASH

“GONE GONE SHE’S GONE!!”

your father was going hysterical

ignoring your sisters swam up to see if Sewoon’s house was still there but it was changed into a lighthouse..

“this is bad.. this is all very very bad...”

he tries to contact your mother via sending a seagull 

“let’s hope it makes it in time...”

the moon grew 10x it’s size, indicating that the tides were in play

Sewoon woke up and looks out the backyard glass door; the ground was flooded with water and the moon was literally covering the whole sky

“what in the world...”

he looks over at you and you shrunk into a size of a goldfish

“Y/N”

he puts you in a glass bowl of water and you woke up

(what’s happening you thought)

he sighs in relief to see you alive

Sewoon carries you outside

the whole city as been flooded with water, and sea creatures were roaming out and about

“what am I suppose to do...”

he looks over at a toy sailboat

“at least I can keep you in this for now..”

he places you in the boat and lights the candle inside to keep the boat moving

you used your powers to make the boat bigger; big enough for even Sewoon to sit inside

“wow....this will make traveling a lot easier! thanks y/n~”

you jumped up to kiss him on the cheek 

at a rapid pace, the waves started to carry the water higher and higher

thankful; the city people all had boats or had enough room to help other; there were no casualities

“everyone is heading up to the lighthouse, your mom should be there, you should too, Sewoon!” his neighbors yells 

Sewoon nods as he steers the boat in the direction of the lighthouse

to get to the lighthouse, he has to cross the train tracks

the train tracks were consumed by raging waves that flowed in and out

on the other side of the train tracks was dry land; inclining up to the light house

“STOP RIGHT THERE!!”

Sewoon turns around to see an oddly dressed man with crazy hair..(your dad)

“give her to me... and all of this will go away..”

the man slowly swims closer to Sewoon

“over my dead body,” Sewoon hugs the bowl 

to his surprise, the tide retreated, indicating that the next raging wave was going to hit

he just has to cross it to get to the lighthouse

Sewoon timed to jumped out of the boat and dashed to the other side of tracks

“I SAID GET BAC-”

your dad was carried away by the waves; at this point, even his magic couldn’t stop the nature of the waves

Sewoon runs as fast as he can to the lighthouse

he trips and falls

you roll out of the bowl, unconscious, but Sewoon scoops you up and continues to run

“Y/N WAKE UP! WAKE UP PLEASE!” 

he runs as he cries to you.. “you can’t leave me again..”

when he gets to the lighthouse, which was encased with a bubble barrier film, it seemed to be filled with water

“mom?” he sees his mother inside talking to a ginormous goddess being (aka your mom)

without a second thought, he runs in.. but he can breath? even though he’s in water?

he rushes to his mom, “y/n... y/n won’t wake up...”

“can I take her from you for a while?” the goddess asks

Sewoon brought you closer to his body; scared for her to take you from him forever

his mom touches his shoulders..”it’s okay sweetie”

he sighs and gives you to the goddess

“my sweet y/n...” she kisses you and you turn into your human self.. but still unconscious 

she places you in front of Sewoon and he falls to his knees

“why isn’t she waking up..”

“AGK YOU’RE HERE?”

everyone turns to look at the strange man

the goddess frowns at him, “why couldn’t you call me sooner, you made y/n go through a big heartache.. I could feel it from half a world away!!”

Sewoon put 1 and 1 together and realized that they were a couple but they weren’t your number 1 concern at the moment

“how can I make y/n wake up??” he says frantically as he is holding you in his arms

“y/n could’ve only been human because she ingested your blood.. but that’s only a temporary spell... if you make her a promise from the bottom of your heart, she’ll surely be human forever.. all it takes sincerity and lots and lots of love..” the goddess says pats him on the head

“y/n.. I can’t lose you again okay? please.. please come back to me... I love you... I promise to love you until the end of time.. and take care of you.. and wipe your mouth when you eat and...and...” his tears fall onto you

GASP

you wake up and you see Sewoon crying above you

you raise your hand to touch his face, “Se..woon..don’t be sad...”

he opens his eyes and immediately pulls you in for a tight hug

everything goes back to the way it was as your mother washes the waves back into the ocean and the moon slowly retreats

“make sure you don’t cause Sewoon too much trouble, my sweetheart” you nod as you kiss your mother goodbye

you and Sewoon held hands as you both saw the sunset glistening on top of the ocean

“I was going to risk the world for you.... and I would do it again if it came down to it..” he heard him say, “you’re my world now..”

END

[gukyi]

tripping over ourselves | jsw

⇒ summary: jeong sewoon is your best friend. he also happens to be a vampire. you’re no expert with vampires, but there must be something about his immortality that keeps drawing you to him. no way is it just his cute personality on its own.

⇒ vampire!au, friends to lovers!au

⇒ pairing: jeong sewoon x reader

⇒ word count: 4k

⇒ warnings: blood mention (it’s a vampire au, i don’t know what else you were expecting)

⇒ a/n: happy birthday to the baddest bitch i know, @sihyun !!!! i love u so much and i wanted to do something special for ur birthday, so here this monstrosity is!!!!! i could make this authors note like 4k long if i wanted to bc i love u so much. on a side note, me writing for a pd101 boy is kind of a one time thing. soz.

There’s a lifeless, colorless bird on your windowsill, and it’s the first thing you notice when you step inside your shared apartment. The poor thing’s had the life drained right out of it; decaying, rotting scent wafting through the room. It almost looks peaceful, really, collapsed on its side like it just conked out after a very long flight, feathers fluttering softly in the breeze that runs through the flat.

Well, at least Sewoon had the decency to open the window to get the smell out.

Dead animals are a surprisingly common occurrence in whatever fucked-up household you live in, though you made the executive decision a while ago to restrict the animals that Sewoon treks in to just birds of flight. No penguins, tragically, and also no rodents. Dead birds are a little less gross than dead rats. You see enough of those already whenever you walk down the sidewalk of the city center.

You sigh, seeing this as only a minor inconvenience at best, and drop your backpack to your feet, letting it hit the wall beside it. Once that damn heavy thing is off of your shoulders, you make a beeline for his room, storming towards it and trying not to pay too much attention to the lifeless creature on the windowsill. The less you worry about it, the better. If you spent your entire life stressing over the fact that sometimes Sewoon has to kill birds to live, then you’d never get anything done.

“Sewoon?” You ask, a little peeved, not even bothering to knock on his closed door and instead just barging inside. “I thought we discussed—”

Sewoon looks up like a deer in the headlights, eyes wide as the light from the hallway illuminates a bit of his figure. His room is pitch black otherwise, every part of it hidden in the shadows, including himself. His eyes are a blazing shade of red, a stark signal that he’s just fed. In a little, they’ll fade back to a casual mahogany shade. Something a little less… obvious. There’s a thin trail of blood from his bottom lip to his chin, little drops falling onto his sheets.

“You’re kidding me,” you immediately say, crossing your arms over your chest as you take in the sight in front of you. “Don’t tell me you’ve been batting around in the dark while I was in class.”

“I have,” Sewoon says, grinning guiltily. “But not by much. I just haven’t fed in a while, I got a bit desperate. Didn’t want you to come home to see me freaking out in the living room, getting blood stains all over the furniture.”

You chuckle, stifling a much bigger laugh. “You do that even when I am home.”

“But I try to avoid it when you’re not, just so you don’t scream at me when you get back,” he insists, eyes pleading. God, they always fucking work on you. Vamps with soft hearts are a deadly combination. No pun intended.

“I’ll scream at you any time.”

“Like now?” He asks, wincing. He knows he’s in some minorly deep shit now.

“Like now,” you confirm, walking into his dark room and pulling him from his bed by his shirt collar, holding onto it tightly as you drag him outside. “I thought we discussed the dead bird shit, man,” you say, exasperated. “What the hell is this?”

“The dead bird shit.”

“Exactly. When did you even have the time to feed off of it?” You ask, pushing the boy backwards, making him stumble over his feet, dazed. You peer out the window, squinting at the moon behind the skyscrapers. “The sun barely set an hour ago.”

“I was really hungry,” Sewoon admits, and from the way his eyes are still ignited in red hot flames and the blood on his chin is still fresh, you know he’s telling the truth. “It’s been tough.”

“Don’t you work the night shift at the hospital?” You remind him. Typically, this type of incident isn’t an issue, just because Sewoon kind of has an endless supply of human blood whenever he goes in for his internship. It’s a win-win situation most of the time, really. Sewoon gets his blood and he doesn’t have to come in contact with the sun, which—while it will not kill him—will give him a particularly gnarly sunburn on the skin where exposed. Vamp perks. Or not, you suppose.

“They’ve given me more work this past week,” Sewoon sighs, collapsing onto the couch as you get a paper towel to shove the bird out of the window. Couldn’t he have just done this on his own? “I haven’t had the time to feed.”

“God, I hate it when you’re all responsible and productive. It makes me feel so awful,” you tell him, rolling your eyes as you move his feet off of the couch so you can sit next to him. “You’re literally going to live forever. You have all the time in the world to be productive and responsible. Me? I’m gonna die.”

“Not soon, I hope,” Sewoon says, sitting up and leaning on your shoulder. “Nobody else understands my vampire ways like you do.”

“I’ve had to deal with you my entire life. Vamp or not, you’re stuck with me.”

Sewoon rests his chin on your shoulder and grins your way, a tired, hazy smile, and he shows off his blood-stained fangs in the process. They are, admittedly, very cute for a vampire, endearing and surprisingly fitting for him. It’s like he was just made to be a vamp. You can’t help but send a smile his way, not when it’s late in the evening and time feels delicate and slow. You reach a hand up and wipe away the blood on his chin with your thumb, letting it stain your skin and leave his skin pale in return.

“I’d rather live the rest of my days alone than with someone that isn’t you,” Sewoon says, and the line that resides between platonic and romantic affection is practically moot at this point, a nonsense concept that shouldn’t try to separate relationships into black and white. Every interaction with him that you have is platonic, but it could also be romantic if you wanted it to be.

The question is: Do you want it to be romantic? Does he?

Sewoon’s favorite season is winter. By a very long shot. It used to be summer, but that was before he turned, before he realized that he literally always has to walk around outside covered from head to toe, unless he was looking for some intense sunburn to go along with those awful shorts of his. Now, when the seasons change and he gets to bundle up under layers upon layers of sweaters and coats and scarves, he thrives.

You quite like the colder months too, but maybe that’s just because Sewoon always looks so adorable with that bright orange puffer jacket on over four different sweaters. Like the coziest, bright orange marshmallow in the world. He’s always had a particularly cold body, even when you two were children. Not even being turned into a vamp could change that.

“You look like you’d rather die than let your skin touch the sun,” you’re commenting as the two of you get ready to go out on the town. It’s shopping season (it’s always shopping season, really), and you’re also meeting up with one of his friends at a little winter music festival in the square.

“Isn’t that kind of the point of being a vamp?” Sewoon asks as he zips up that obnoxious orange coat of his. He fishes his only pair of gloves out from the pockets of the jacket, tugging them on before turning to attack his scarf. It takes you guys almost five minutes to get from saying that you’ll leave now to actually leaving. It’s always him.

You laugh. “Sun versus Sewoon, who will come out on top?” You declare in your best wrestling commentator voice.

Sewoon smiles to himself, little white fangs peering out from his closed mouth, meeting his soft pink bottom lip. “Sun, definitely. I’d be toast.”

“Ba dum tss,” you say, noting his probably-intentional pun and grabbing your bag and opening the door, the universal signal for hurry the fuck up, let’s go before it’s tomorrow already. Sewoon gets the message and speeds up the process of putting on his boots before scurrying to join you as you make your way down the hallway.

“Are you looking forward to this music thing?” He asks as you reach the lobby. “The one that Donghyun invited us to?”

You shrug, bracing yourself for the biting wind as you leave your complex. “I guess. I’m not looking forward to standing in the cold for God-knows how long.”

“You just gotta toughen up,” Sewoon says, reaching an arm around you and tugging you close into his side. “I’ll warm you up.”

“You’re a fucking vampire. You wouldn’t warm up even if you stood in flames,” you say, frowning.

“I tried to be hospitable and welcoming and romantic and you shoot me down, once again,” Sewoon says, shaking his head in disapproval. “Stop being so realistic all of the time. It ruins the mood.”

“That’s my job.”

“Ah, yes,” Sewoon nods, chuckling to himself heartily as the two of you make your way along the sidewalks to get to the town center, “Professional Mood Ruiner. Very prestigious title. You should put that on your resumé.”

“I’ll put it right next to Vampire Moral Support,” you joke, grinning his way and shivering from the cold. He tightens his hold on you, coat warming you up in place of the body heat that he no longer possesses.

“Yes, you do that.”

Donghyun is already there when you and Sewoon finally reach the festival stage, munching on some ridiculously unhealthy thing he probably got from a food truck nearby. He turns his head, mouth filled with food, and spots the two of you huddled together to shield yourselves from the cold as you walk over to him.

“How the hell are you wearing short sleeves?” You ask, brows furrowed. “It’s winter.”

“It’s not that cold, you guys are just weak,” Donghyun retorts, making Sewoon roll his eyes. Sometimes, when he does that, you get a little worried that those brown contacts are going to dislodge themselves and reveal the red underneath. “Look, I got us a really good spot near the front.”

“Whose smartass idea was it to have a winter music festival outside,” you mutter to yourself as you and Sewoon situate yourselves together next to Donghyun, who’s already distracted and paying little to no attention to you.

Even so, the crowd is sizeable and also getting very hype over the performing artists, Donghyun included. No wonder he’s wearing some goddamn short sleeves—the body heat he must be producing with all of that obnoxious jumping is probably warming him right up. Meanwhile, you and Sewoon are just casually standing together, swaying back and forth to the rhythm of the music. You probably look like the damn softest couple in the world, hardly even dancing to the upbeat song and all bundled up together, but neither of you are protesting. Sewoon’s always been quite comfy.

Sewoon turns to smile at you when the song changes, the shadow from his cap cast over his face as his fangs gleam in front of you. Vampires have never been so damn cute, or maybe Sewoon’s just an outlier. The one adorable vamp in the population of evil, rude ones. Of course, no wonder he’s ended up with you.

When the show ends, Donghyun rushes up to the two of you from where he was standing near the stage—you hadn’t even realized he had somehow moved—an alarming amount of sweat staining his shirt from all of the excitement. Only Donghyun would fucking somehow manage to start sweating while outside in the middle of a cold winter’s day. He looks absolutely spent, to put it gently, hair matted and panting like a dog.

“Wow, have you guys even moved?” Donghyun asks the two of you in shock. “It’s like you guys have roots growing into the ground, trapping you here.”

“I think we’re quite comfortable, don’t you?” Sewoon says confidently, wrapping his arms even tighter around your body as he grins towards you, nearly knocking into your forehead with that goddamn cap of his. You nod in response, though under this thick jacket, you’re not really sure if anyone noticed.

Donghyun puts a hand up to wave off Sewoon’s words. “Whatever. You guys can keep being soft here as the crowd leaves. I’m out. Catch you later?”

He doesn’t give either of you time to respond to his posed question and suggest another date  for meeting up, just bounces off as if the weather doesn’t affect him whatsoever, skipping away like a child.

“There’s that nice coffee shop nearby,” you remember, not wanting to go back to your apartment just yet. “Wanna go?”

Sewoon nods happily, releasing you from his embrace as the two of you head in the direction of your next destination. On the way, his fingers fiddle with yours, playing a little game in between your bodies until he eventually coaxes you into just holding his hand like normal people do.

Neither of you are really quite normal.

Stepping into the steamy little corner shop, your ears and nose heat up from the sudden change in temperature, making you shiver from the contrast. You know Sewoon experiences no such sensation, but you don’t really think he minds not having that human quality anymore. Not when your shivering is just another excuse for him to wrap his body around you like a fucking hot dog bun, or something. You eventually have to force him off of you—because with his overbearing body on top of all the heat from this coffee and your own outerwear, you feel like you’re about to melt into a pile of lava right on the hardwood floor—but he doesn’t leave you alone without a teasing little smile, one that is so terribly Sewoon of him.

“Black coffee with absolutely no flavor, how intense of you,” you comment as the two of you wander over to where you can pick up your drinks. In your best rugged, bearded lumberjack voice, you say, “Only real men waste five bucks on coffee that has no taste.”

“Oh, shut up, you know why I got it,” Sewoon says, nudging your side as he rolls your eyes, fake sick of your taunting. “Besides, it tastes better than whatever sugar-filled tea you got yourself.”

“Like you know what my very, very delicious peach green tea tastes like. With your taste buds, everything just tastes like blood, to you,” you retort.

“You got me there,” Sewoon says, pointing a finger gun your way as the barista hands you your drinks.

You migrate over to an empty couch, sitting with your legs pressed up against each others to warm up even further.

“Did you like today’s thing?” Sewoon asks, taking a sip of his coffee and not even flinching when the beverage (probably) burns his tongue. Oh, the life of a vamp.

“It was alright, I guess,” you reply. shrugging. You don’t have the invincible tongue that Sewoon does, so you refrain from drinking your tea for a little longer. “I probably would have enjoyed it more if it weren’t cold and if Donghyun weren’t so… Donghyun.”

Sewoon chuckles at your description of his friend. “That’s the most relatable thing I’ve ever heard.” Another sip. “I quite liked it, actually.”

“Really? You could hear the music under all these damn layers?”

Sewoon pouts, not appreciating your humor despite the fact that you’re absolutely hilarious. “Yes, and I enjoyed it. Makes me want to go home and experiment with my own guitar, see what I can come up with.”

“Oh, please don’t,” you say, brows downturned as you finally work up the courage to have a bit of your drink. Tastes perfect. “Your experimenting isn’t as welcome as you think it is.”

“I am a great singer, thank you,” Sewoon says, playfully affronted.

“Yeah, but you’re not necessarily a good ‘let me just strum random notes on my guitar and see if something sounds nice’ person,” you respond. You don’t know how many times you’ve come home from class to hear Sewoon stringing together some awful sounding melody, woken up in the middle of the night to some obnoxious guitaring from the room beside yours because he sleeps during the day.

Sewoon laughs at your rebuttal, too smitten to come up with his own comeback. “I was hoping you’d like it, that’s why I invited you to it.”

You chuckle. “Ah, geez, thanks. Thought I was just invited because I’m your sad mortal roommate.”

“That too,” Sewoon jokes, earning a gasp and a light smack on the shoulder from you. “I’m kidding. I really did think you’d like it, though. Was considering taking you out to another festival like this one when it gets a bit warmer.”

You narrow your eyes, taking a hesitant and drawn-out sip of your tea. “Did Donghyun set you up to do this?”

“No! All me. Thought we could go together, do some festival-y type things and listen to good music,” Sewoon says, grinning and hopeful.

It sounds suspiciously like a date to your ears, but you suppose that friends can have dates. Very romantic-sounding dates. Sewoon’s playing some sort of game here, but you’re not sure if you ever read the instruction manual, so you’re kind of just bullshitting your way through it. But a date—romantic, platonic, pathetic, whatever—with Sewoon is something you find you can never really resist.

One plus side to your best friend-slash-vamp being your long-term uni roommate is the fact that the both of you are typically awake at the same time. This can mostly be chalked up to your absolute shit sleeping schedule and the fact that he has to try and be as awake as he can during the night, since he can’t really do much besides mope in a dark room with the blinds drawn when it’s day.

Truth be told, even before Sewoon turned, he always had kind of a terrible sleeping schedule, always calling you up in high school at three in the morning to go and have some ridiculous escapade in the local park, go to a gas station convenience store and buy an obscene amount of chips before pigging out on the sidewalk. Sewoon really was just meant to be a vampire. Hardly anything changed—other than his unyielding need for blood—when he was bitten. Jeong Sewoon is still Jeong Sewoon, fangs or not, and you are still his best friend, vamp qualities and all.

He doesn’t have his internship this week—something about overstaffing and boring patients and shift cuts that you didn’t pay much attention to—and he doesn’t have class either because he takes it online (so he can do it at night), so he’s kind of just… always at home. Always. To be quite frank, you don’t really like leaving Sewoon at home alone. Not that he’s been known to you to throw massive parties or constantly bring home one-night stands (in fact, he never does the latter), but this whole vampire thing is still a bit new to the both of you. There could always be this one weird trait that could pop out of nowhere and burn the whole damn complex down, and you don’t like taking that chance.

The relationship you have with him is a little weird. You’re not necessarily his caretaker, because he knows how to deal with his own shit most of the time, but you’re also not just his best friend-slash-roommate that just so conveniently happened to want to share an apartment with him. There’s this peculiar mix of friend, guardian, guide, and another thing you don’t like putting a name to.

That thing that makes you think that half of the time there’s some romantic connotation with whatever the hell you’re doing with Sewoon. Whatever it is.

At least you can go to class with peace of mind, knowing that Sewoon typically just keeps himself busy when you’re not there with naps, schoolwork, or that beat-up old guitar that drives you nuts. The one that makes him hiss at you when you try to touch it.

You come home on a Friday night to one of the nicest scenes you think you’ve ever seen in the history of your friendship with Sewoon. Candles are lit all around the living space (you didn’t even know you owned candles) and there are Christmas lights decorating the walls. Sewoon sits on the couch, not a dead animal in sight, curled up in several layers of blankets and duvets and sheets, and a DVD case rests on your coffee table.

“The hell is this?” You ask, mostly in awe as you look around, dropping your bag onto the floor beside you.

“Movie night, except I took the liberty of setting the mood,” Sewoon says, clearly proud of his work.

“What movie are we watching?” You ask in disbelief, settling in on the couch next to him.

“Zootopia,” Sewoon says as he presses a couple of buttons on the remote, bringing the two of you to the loading screen.

“Wow, very romantic. Animals walking on two feet, damn, it just gets you,” you comment sarcastically.

“Leave me alone, I know we both like this movie, so we’re watching it.”

“You know me so well,” you mutter as you let your head rest in the crook of his neck, heaps of blankets covering your bodies.

Surprisingly enough, the movie goes on perfectly and without any interruptions from Sewoon, who is notorious for pausing the movie every five minutes to say something. He just lets his arm tug you in closer as you snuggle together on your sad little couch in this homely apartment. Sewoon always laughs at the worst parts, though, and typically you’re just a little annoyed by the timing but tonight, you can’t help but relish in the sound of his giggles, heart racing when they begin and dropping when they end.

You’d be a fool to not notice the definite romantic aura this entire movie night possesses, from the candles to the blankets to the fairy lights. Even so, you swear to yourself that you’re just friends, that maybe Sewoon’s doing all of this just for fun because you guys are just friends and you’ve always been just friends and that’s how you think you’ll always be. Friends do this type of stuff for their friends? Right?

You’re almost half-asleep by the time the movie draws to a close, Shakira’s voice fading out as Sewoon lowers the volume.

“Sleepy?” He asks, voice thick with tiredness himself.

“Just a little,” you say, trying to hide it even though you know he can see right through you. “What was all of this for, anyway, Sewoon?”

Sewoon blushes a little, eyes glowing a dark burgundy in the candlelight. You’ve never seen them this shade before. “Just a thing for you.”

“For me?”

“Yeah, can’t you tell? I care about you a lot, Y/N. I never want you to leave my side,” Sewoon hums softly, and you have no idea what he’s going to say next, what else he’ll do to sweep you off your feet, until he presses his lips to yours.

This is easily the most lighthearted kiss you’ve ever had, no teeth or tongue, just a child’s playground kiss. Just his lips on yours. It makes you gasp ever so slightly, but immediately you melt into the feeling, smiling on his lips.

“So, how about it?” Sewoon asks, beaming and hopeful and promising. He’ll give you the world if it means your happiness. “Will you accept my very cheesy confession?”

You laugh into your hand, almost too in shock to say anything. Almost. “You’re such a soft vamp, Sewoon, but of course. Always. It’s always been you, Sewoon.”

Grinning in the candlelight, his fangs have never looked better.

[trashynoona]

The boy from the convenience stall

It was a warm summer night when I first met him.

‘Sleepless night?’

The beautiful stranger asked as he began slurping up his ramyun.

‘Yeah... you?’ You asked.

‘Same... late night hunger pangs...’ he raised his noodle cup to gesture.

He was a beautiful stranger. He has a face with gentle features; you’d like to liken his features to the gentle strumming of an acoustic guitar.

‘I notice you come here pretty often?’ The stranger’s words nudge me out of my daze.

‘Hmm? Yeah. Haven’t been sleeping too well, and I generally take aimless strolls when I can’t get to bed. Somehow, I tend to end up here...’ I quietly laughed at my own insomnic woes as I wondered why am I even explaining any of these to the stranger.

‘I see... well my strolls are a lot more with an end goal in mind. To fill my tummy before I head to bed. I’m sewoon by the way.’ He said as he took a sip of his banana milk.

‘Why don’t you just stock up your fridge with food if you tend to get hungry at some ungodly hour?’ I asked as I sipped on my strawberry milk.

‘I don’t know, there’s something poetic about taking a nightly stroll to the convenience stall I guess. Some fresh air probably helps too.’ Sewoon replied as he casually stretched out his legs and stared into the dark soulless sky.

‘I guess it does help clear your head a bit with late night strolls... oh, and I’m Eunji by the way.’ I turned to introduce yourself and found myself staring at the beautiful stranger. He has his eyes shut as he quietly hummed a song to himself in this still summer night.

There was something enchanting about this stranger. He was calm and romantic; he saw the beauty in things that I fail to see. While he took these strolls with an intention to enjoy the night air, you pretty much had to force yourself to take these strolls before your head exploded with all the useless late night thoughts. You have always been a panicky person by nature, it felt comforting next to someone who felt like serenity.

‘Well it’s getting pretty late, I should get going.’ I stood up from the edge of the pavement and dusted my pajamas pants.

‘It was nice to have finally spoken to you, Eunji. I hope I’ll see you around?’ He smiled as he looked up at me from below.

‘You probably will if you continue with your late night supper regiment.’ I attempted to appear as unflustered as possible before heading back towards the direction I came from.

Sewoon smiled at himself. He had noticed you for awhile now. It was hard not to have noticed you. Afterall, there weren’t many people patronising the convenience shop in the middle of the night. Furthermore a girl his age who’s always in some strange cutesy pajamas. Who even wears pajamas with characters like Disney princesses and snoopy in their late teens?! But there was something alluring about you. Despite dorning these cheerful cutesy pajamas, you had always worn a sullen expression, almost like you’re in pain. Unknowingly, sewoon began looking forward to seeing you. He wondered what was on your mind. Despite being calm by nature, it took him awhile to reach out to you. Afterall, you always appeared to be deep in thoughts, sewoon wasn’t sure how you would respond. However, he was glad he did reach out to you, because, he thought you had the most beautiful smile in the world.

‘Hi stranger.’ I spoke.

‘Hey there, back for your pit stop in the midst of your midnight stroll?’ Sewoon asked as he took out his earphones.

‘Unfortunately So...’ I sighed as I poked the straw into my strawberry milk.

‘Have a listen to this.’ Sewoon place one of his ear buds into my ear.

It was a recording of a soft acoustic guitar number. It was pretty much what I’d imagine sewoon to be if he was a melody.

‘What do you think?’ He asked.

‘It’s calming. It reminds me of you.’ I answered.

‘It reminds you of me? Haha, I hope that’s a good thing?’ He responded.

‘It is. You have this... I don’t know, calming disposition. It’s like as if you’re never nervous about anything. And the music you just showed me kinda reflects that, it brings a sense of ease to my heart.’ I explained.

‘I assume you liked it then?’ He asked as he took a sip from his banana milk.

I nodded.

‘Good. Because it’s a present from me to you!’ Sewoon smiled.

‘You mean you wrote it?! And why would you give it to me?’ I was pretty dumbfounded, afterall, who dedicates a hand written song to a person he barely knows?

‘Yeah... I am kinda like a struggling song writer? And to be honest, these late night walks are kinda like inspirational walks... I wrote this melody after I spoke to you the other day, it’s not perfect yet, but I don’t know, I guess I’m a little to excited to share it with you.’ Sewoon admitted sheepishly as he stroke the back of his neck.

‘I think it’s perfect this way. Since you have gifted the song to me, do I get royalties if your song gets famous?’ I teased.

‘Definitely, if that day ever comes...’ sewoon noticed the mischievous twinkle in your eye. Once again, he was enchanted by your smile.

‘What’s the title to this song?’ I asked.

‘I’ll give you the honour to name it.’ He quipped.

‘Really?! No taking back okay?!’ You were glowing like a child seeing her favourite ice cream.

‘Yes, no regrets.’ Sewoon laughed.

‘It shall be called “The boy from the convenience shop” then.’ I answered smugly.

‘I think I’m beginning to regret my decision now...’ sewoon half laughed at the name I had came up with.

‘Hey! You said no backsies!’ I gently nudged sewoon on his arm. This was the first actual physical contact we shared, and it left me strangely flustered.

‘Yes yes, I’m a man of his words. This shall officially be known as “the boy from the convenience shop” from now on.’ Sewoon was laughing.

‘Here’s to the success of “the boy from the convenience shop” !’ I raised my bottle of strawberry milk and sewoon joined me with his banana milk.

It eventually became a nightly ritual for sewoon and I to meet at the convenience stall half past 2 every night. Who ever who reached first would get the other a bottle of milk, and we would just sit by the curb and talk about anything under the sky. We talked about useless things like the shape of the milk bottles, to deeper stuff like our hopes and dreams. sewoon was incredibly easy to talk to, he has made late nights a little less dreadful.

‘You know, I really dreaded nightfall in the past...’ I shared with sewoon one day.

‘Why so?’ He asked.

‘I don’t know... the darkness kinda enlarges the emptiness of my life. Like, it scares me. What if this is it? What if, I die tomorrow and I have literally achieved nothing in this entire lifetime?’ I said.

‘Well for starters... you did name a song... that has been selected for a local competition if that helps?’ Sewoon answered quietly.

‘Oh my god?! Are you serious?! I knew “the boy from the convenience shop” was going to make it big!’ I was glowing again as I reached out to pull sewoon into a hug.

He was warm, and comforting. Just like his song. It was only after our body came into contact that I realised I had initiated skinship with sewoon. I quickly pulled back but sewoon’s arms pulled me closer and tighter.

‘Just ten more seconds Eunji ah.’ He quietly said.

The thought that sewoon appreciated my hug alone was able to push me to overdrive. It was undeniable that I obviously have some sort of crush on my night time buddy. It felt strange, almost like a dream. It seemed like I knew him but I dont at the same time. We were two strangers who’s lives had crossed path when we happened to decide to take a break at the same rest stop. will this bond still be real when day breaks? Because every time when it comes to daylight, we seem to be our own individuals, only to come back to the comfort of one another’s company at the darkest of nightfall.

Days passed and we continued with our nightly ritual.

‘Eunji ah, this is going to be the last night of our convenience store ritual. I have been shortlisted as one of the finalist for the song writing competition. If all goes well, I might be awarded a contract with a recording company.’ Sewoon spoke. He sounded conflicted, this has been his dream all along, to be able to record his music one day. But somewhere along the way, you became part of his dream as well.

‘I’m so proud of you sewoonie! I know you’re going to smash it without a doubt! I named the song afterall!’ I spoke with bittersweet tears forming in my eyes. I knew this was all sewoon has dreamt about. But a part of me was sad to see him go. He has provided solace to my anxious heart. Somehow, he was able to calm the storm in my chest that no medicine or therapy could stop.

Sewoon pulled me in for a hug.

‘Thank you Eunji ah.’ He said as he did pulled away. Our faces were still close to one another as we quietly tried to take in as much of each other’s feature as possible. Afterall, we weren’t sure when we would see each other again.

‘Can I... Can I kiss you?’ Sewoon asked.

I nodded and he gently placed his soft lips on mine. It tasted like banana milk. It felt warm and soothing. Just like his music and personality. I knew I was going to miss him as a single tear escaped from my eye and came into contact with sewoon’s cheeks. Sewoon pushed me closer into his embrace as he deepened the kiss. His tongue gently swept along the edge of my lip as his tongue did a little dance with mine. The kiss felt poetic.

That was both sewoon’s and your first real kiss. It went away as naturally as it came. We both knew the future was uncertain. No words were needed to be exchanged. We both understood that we were in love, but we could not pursue this growing feeling we share right now.

‘I’d make sure to buy at least 10 copies when your album comes out.’ I quipped, trying to lighten the mood.

‘Make sure you thank me. I did help afterall.’ I teased.

We both laughed as we tried our best to keep our tears from falling.

6 months have passed and Sewoon did eventually emerge as the winner of the song writing competition. His album was due in 1 day, and I was ecstatic. We haven’t talked much since he had left. I wasn’t sure if he had met a better girl along the way. A girl who perhaps does not have to take late night strolls to her local convenience stall because she is too anxious to sleep. Perhaps he had taken a liking for a girl other than me, someone less broken.

I rushed to the nearest CD shop the very next day in order to purchase the 10 albums I had promised sewoon. I regretted my promise. Music albums aren’t cheap these days. Especially when music companies come up with these ‘mini albums’ which consist of about 5 songs while still charging the same price of a regular album.

I casually flipped through the photobook as I listened to sewoon’s album. He was still as handsome as ever. Possibly a little skinnier from the stress. But he still looked like serenity, like a quiet melody from an acoustic guitar. A sad smile crept onto my face as I remineinced the times we shared outside the convenience shop.

As I flipped to the acknowledgement section, I saw; ‘to the girl from the convenience stall’. It warmth my heart. Somehow, I still had a place in sewoon’s heart, and that was enough.

Another month has passed, sewoon was going to hold his first fanmeeting. I made sure to get a ticket for myself. I wasn’t sure if I would embarrass myself, we haven’t spoken in 7 months afterall. But I knew I had to go regardless. Sewoon was doing a collaboration stage with one of the up and coming female singer song writer. She was incredibly beautiful, and her voice was soft and silky. Sewoon and her looked incredible together. Perhaps they are already dating, I thought to myself.

‘Here’s all the banana milks sent to you Sewoon. Should I place them in the refrigerator for you?’ Sewoon’s manager asked as they sorted out his fan gifts.

Sewoon looked around, it was surreal to know that he has so many adoring fans who enjoy his music. To him, he was still the same kid who wrote melodies in his bedroom and took trips to the convenience shop in the middle of the night. You were still constantly in his mind. He misses the time you shared in the stale summer nights, outside an unassuming convenience shop, as two young adults, dreaming of what is to come.

‘Somebody is obviously not really your fan. Everyone knows you love banana milk and not strawberry milk....’ sewoon’s manager scoffed as he picked up the lone strawberry milk seated amongst the sea banana milks.

‘Hold on, don’t throw it away. Can I have it please?’ Sewoon picked up the strawberry milk, only to spot a little note scribbled on the bottle.

‘Milk bottles are strange. Here’s a bottle of milk from the original convenience stall ;)’

Sewoon knew immediately it was you. It warmed his heart and he knew he had to see you soon.

While on my nightly stroll to the convenience shop, I noticed a familiar humming and the faint strumming of a guitar.

‘Sewoonie?’ I called out.

‘You’re late!’ He quipped.

‘Oh my god, you’re back?!’ I half yelled as I ran towards my beautiful boy.

‘I’ve missed you, girl from the convenience shop.’ Sewoon confessed before pulling me into his arms. His lips connected to mine and the same warmth was back. My serenity was back.