#kanghyun one shot

[waitingforminjae]

😭😭😭?

[synthetickitsune]

onewe + the little things

Yonghoon ❧ There’s hardly a better feeling than just vibing with someone. To match energies, to have someone hype you up when endorphins are high and someone to pat your back when the days are blue. You see the effort it usually takes Yonghoon to stay calm. But not when you want to read or watch something, when you just crave lying down and relaxing. When he snuggles up to you and wraps his arms around you, head in the crook of your neck, you can feel the energy buzzing just under his skin. You’ve told him many times to just go do whatever but he doesn’t. He calms down soon enough; he’s confessed to you before that he sometimes has a hard time relaxing but that with you it’s so easy. And you get that - on the rare occasion he needs to recharge, no matter if you were bouncing off the walls just minutes before, as soon as you hug him from behind and lean your head on his back, your body reacts and soothes itself. And when it’s the other way around? Nothing’s more natural than supporting your boyfriend when he’s happy and vice versa. You’re never alone when the desire for adventure and fun hits, he always has your back and hypes you up, supports you unconditionally. Maybe it’s just a coincidence that since you’ve started dating there’s been an increase in the good days, but you don’t think so.

Harin ❧ You’ve often felt unimportant in your life. A side character in your own story that cameras wouldn’t focus on for more than a few seconds. Hence why you sometimes think he must be reading your mind or truly be your other half that was missing. They say that if it’s important to you, you should take pictures. And Harin’s the living definition of the saying. It makes you shy, the sudden attention. Not a day goes by without him taking at least one photo of you. Anywhere and anytime you might find yourself on the other side of his camera or his phone, his smiling face hidden by the device. He likes it when you don’t catch on straight away. You don’t really approve of his love for candid shots of you - they just seem so awkward to you. You know you could pose better, fix your hair, smile without your teeth, and yet he treasures them the most, treasures the closest thing to a real you that he can get in a picture. Even so he always asks your permission to keep them - any photo of you, and he checks, once caught, that it’s okay to take pictures of you at all. How could you say no when his excitement shines through the shyness that comes with being caught? He never lets his impromptu photoshoots last too long, though - the real you he can hold and cherish is much more precious.

Kanghyun ❧ Everyone’s a little different. Everyone has different triggers and everyone finds different aspects of life difficult. It’s important to find a good match - someone to compliment your own set of strengths and weaknesses. You’ve been lucky enough to find Hyungu. Although he’s just as shy, you’re strangely compatible. It's like magic. He's surprisingly good at approaching people first, establishing contact and getting over the awkwardness, and then it's your turn. Once the first steps are made, it's easier to talk, and most importantly to make sure everyone is included. Hyungu is naturally quiet, but you still check on him and make sure he's not feeling left out. With this system, there are rarely any regrets - people you wanted to approach but couldn't, or things he wanted to say but didn't because he felt like he would be interrupting. It makes you appreciate one another, but also yourself. It's easier to acknowledge your strength when you're using it to support someone. Similarly, no one could be more reassuring than Hyungu when introducing you to his friends and family, your hand securely in his. In turn you stick to him whenever your family invites you over, and remind him that they love him almost as much as you do, and you both discreetly roll your eyes at your grandma scolding you both for being quiet.

Dongmyeong ❧ If a relationship could be the equivalent of floating on clouds, of always standing in the warm rays of the sun without getting sunburned, of eating cotton candy without getting your fingers and face sticky with sugar, it’d be this one. You’re not letting Dongmyeong go - ever. Sometimes it scares you. But how could you not fall hard when it’s a sweet good morning text every day, a message praising you for your hard work some time later, and exchanging goofy selfies throughout the day. Reminders to drink water, to eat, to take breaks. He takes care of you just like you take care of him. He’s attentive, he always knows when something’s wrong. And he notices the small things, it doesn’t matter if you’re only just trying out something new. It’s genuine compliments and appreciation. Even if the experiment doesn’t work out, he’s proud that you found the courage to try something new. You’re each other’s biggest supporters. To be there for one another is the foundation of the relationship. You nurture each other, grow together as you get over obstacles. Love can’t always win, sometimes the problems can get so big that they can’t be fixed. You’re terrified of it happening to you. And so does Dongmyeong - so you work together. There’s no reason to worry when things are good, to pop the serene bubble of your loving relationship yourselves. It’s just the two of you, and there’s nothing easier than loving each other.

Giuk ❧ There's comfort to be found in familiarity, in symbols, in things that remind you of something or someone, and it's fortunate that both you and Giuk agree on that. It’s a shame that you only discovered it after weeks of beating around the bush. Better late than never, though. It started off small. A blue heart-shaped pin on the bag you carry everywhere. A leopard-print socks. You were hiding them from your boyfriend at first, until you saw him wearing a pin shaped like the emoji he has saved next to your name in his contacts. Then it got more obvious - a scarf with his favorite pattern for you and a figurine of your favorite animal for him. He keeps it on his table; says it reminds him of you. It’s only natural that the situation now is matching accessories, a few couple outfits. It’s nice. You love hiding your hands in your sweater paws knowing that the twin of the shirt is currently worn by him. It calms you down, and he later admits to feeling the same way. Yet as much as you like matching, you both agree that the little secret symbols are more meaningful. It might seem random to your friends that you always carry around a blue pick and panic if you can’t find it, or that you always smile when it rains. If only they knew.

[pinkhyojin]

🎊kpop recap of 2023🎊

tagged by: @dongkwan and @moonflowerglowing (thanks y'all😇)

groups you started stanning?

hmmm, not that many honestly. i’ll say trendz!

new ult biases?

no one even came close to dethroning hyojin or anyone in onf tbh

idol(s) who got most of your simping?

i feel like i had some big freakouts about kanghyun from onewe which isn’t new.. i honestly don’t know😭 WAIT!!! WYATT 100%

most streamed group(s)?

onf, no one was surprised😅 they were not my top artist though, not by a long shot. but this is a kpop game! trendz was my top artist at the beginning of the year bc i had them on repeat in february randomly. nct 127 was also in my top 10 artists!

most streamed soloist(s)?

probably woodz??? i didn’t have any soloists in my top artists so i’m taking a wild guess

top kpop song(s) of this year?

i have a few for this, based on just opinion! in the mirror by fromis_9, perfume by nct dojaejung, moody by superkind, good enough by xdinary heroes, kill shot by itzy, space by nct 127, and the bat by nct u. i honestly did not listen to many new releases this year😅

top debut this year?

i could not tell you who debuted this year

choreographies you learned: as much as i wish i learned choreo that would be a lie

albums/merchandise you bought:

nothing, i rarely if ever spend money on kpop. my one onf album was such a spur of the moment decision😅

new kpop mutuals you made?

i feel like i did not prioritize this blog as much as previous years so i’m not really sure who was new or who has been around for a while, but i love my lil circle of pals here!

tagging: @mizugucci and @rockwonbin (just because<3)

[leihey]

Late Night Talks (One Shot)

Word count: 6,279

Pairing: Kanghyun (Onewe) x OC, gxb

Genre: Friendship fluff, angst

Warnings: Hints of (former) suicidal thoughts, cheating, toxic relationship, character death, re-creating your own self (does that make sense?)

Summary: A stranger takes care of a broken hearted Kanghyun, who reveals step by step the  story why he’s so sad.

Theme Song: Day6 - Congratulations

[A/N: First ofall, special thanks to Jojo, Liana, Pauli and Lou who motivated me and helped me a lot with the translation and correction. Also, thanks to the person who made that beautiful cover. Second of all, English isn’t my first language and this is the first time that I wrote in English. Please tell me if you find mistakes. Last but not least, I want to become better at writing and need some criticism. I would really appreciate if you’d tell me what you think about my OS.]

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Thought we were meant to be.

Pain.

I thought that you belonged to me.

Tears.

I’ll play the fool instead.

Loneliness.

Oh, but then I know that this is the end.

Truth.

Plain truth. A truth that seemed  so untrue, felt so wrong, that everything else seemed unreal too. That everything in front of my eyes became blurred. That took my safe place and let me break down. That took my breath. That destroyed me. That took away my happiness and my joy for life. With a sigh I turned off the music, took the headphones out of my ears and put them back into my pocket.

My gaze followed by a small leaf that slowly slid down into the shallow river in front of me. Single drops found their way onto the leaf and let it shine slightly in the moonlight. A full moon. Formerly a symbol for inner warmth and satisfaction. Now a fading memory which filled me with coldness and dissatisfaction.

Generally, the whole place shone with beauty. At least for others. For me it was just a grey, dreary image of pain.

“Where’s she?” An unknown voice pulled me out of my thoughts. A girl. She whispered. Why was she whispering? Who was she?

I shrugged and acted like I don’t know what she was talking about: “Who?”

She came closer. I didn’t look at her. My eyes were still fixed on the leaf. “That girl” She was still whispering.

“Which girl?” I replied, trying to sound emotionless. She sat next to me.

“You were often here together. But only when it was full moon. 25 times or something.” She took my hand but I pulled it away again.

“27 times.”, I corrected her. She took off her shoes and stuck her feet into the water below us. Goosebumps spread over her legs, which made me smile. Even when it is summer, the water is cold at night.

"2 years and 3 months. And today is the first time that you’re alone here. Why?“ She had stopped whispering. I didn’t  know her, but her voice seemed familiar to me. “How do you know about it that much?” I remained emotionless. She giggled. “You’re very fixated on her, aren’t you? Another reason why it’s weird she isn’t here. I came here everyday for the last 3 years. It’s a part of my evening routine. I can’t fall asleep otherwise.” She explained to me. I looked at her. Now her eyes were on the leaf that was slowly being carried away by the slight flow of the river. Unlike me, she didn’t seem to be inhibited. Not frantic. Rather dreamy.

“Why are you even interested?” I asked confused. She just shrugged and slowly moved her feet in the water, propelling the leaf. “I’m just curious.” I sighed and ran my fingers stressfully through my hair.

“Not here.” I got up to leave, but was held on. “Please don’t go.” Just like her eyes, her voice was pleading. I just sighed again, but sat down again.

“Thank you. I didn’t want to annoy you and certainly didn’t scare you away.” I nodded because I didn’t have the strength to answer with words.

I searched the riverbed with my eyes. The leaf was already washed away by the flow of the river. Gone. Just like her. The water in front of my eyes made slight waves as small drops of water hit it. Tears. My tears.

“It’s because of her, am I right?” She put an arm around me after I nodded weakly. Yes, it was because of her. Yuri. Lee Yuri. The reason, the only reason I was here this day. The reason why I’ve been already here 27 times before. Yuri, the reason for my tears. For my pain. But at the same time someone I owe my life to.

“Will you tell me what happened?” She whispered again. “Why are you whispering?” I asked without paying any attention to her question. “To instill trust.”, she replied calmly, still whispering, “So that you feel more secure. And more welcome. To keep your inner self warm.” At the end she stopped whispering, but remained quiet and calm.

She pulled me closer to her, into her arms. I didn’t do anything against that, even though it was a strange, unfamiliar feeling. After a short time, she gently stroked my back. Enjoyable, but also unusual.

“I don’t know.” I replied after a while. This time I was the one who whispered. “What do you not know?” She asked a little confused. “Whether I’ll tell you what happened or nor.” I clarified, as I laid my head shyly on her shoulder. “That’s okay. Tell me what you want and remain silent about the things that make you feel uncomfortable. The most important thing is that you feel good.” She assured me. I put my arms around her and pulled her into a shy hug, after which she gently ruffled my hair and giggled. A slight, reserved smile crept onto my lips, which is why I finally started to recount: “We were together.”

Her movements slowed down a little bit. “You and the girl?” she inquired. I nodded and continued: “Yuri. That’s her name. Lee Yuri. She was my girlfriend.” I sighed. “My first one, I want to mention. I was used to get fooled by my friends, or rather classmates, because I was the only one who hasn’t had already a girlfriend, but that never changed anything. I just didn’t fall in love. And even if I did, I probably would have been too shy to speak to the person.”

She tightened the hug a bit, which startled me at first, but then I enjoyed the closeness and attention of another person. Even if I still didn’t want to admit it to myself, I knew that it was exactly what I needed.

“What about her? How did you get to know her?” She wanted to know. “It’s a pretty cheesy story, I think.” I uttered while I laughed shyly. “Who doesn’t like cheesy love stories?” She smiled encouragingly. Even though I wasn’t looking at her face because my head was still on her shoulder, I could hear it in her voice. “Well, that’s right...” I started a little shyly. “You probably noticed it already, but playing the guitar is a passion of mine.” She nodded. “You played here a lot for her. At least 10 times.” I smiled a little and continued talking: “13 times, to be exact. At least here.” I sighed heavily again.

“But to get back to the story, I’m already playing for years and I do it really often and I really enjoy it. Even before I knew her. I came here often when I had time. Mostly during the day, but also sometimes in the evening. Just rarely at nighttime. This place is beautiful, but probably not beautiful enough to go out in the evening. And probably too quiet for young people. There were rarely a lot of people here, if anyone was here at all. So, an almost perfect place to calm down and let your thoughts stray. I think most people feel the same way, but for me calming down means to pursue my passion, as in playing my guitar. I often covered songs. Songs that got stuck my head all day long or songs that simply described my current mood. But sometimes it happened that I just played anything. Not a special song but anything that went trough my head and that feels right in that moment. Whenever I did this, I just ignored what it sounded like and played how I felt. It was winter, about a year before we got together, when she sat down next to me. It was just evening, but since it was winter, it was already as dark as if it was midnight. Basically, it was similar to today. Full moon, dark and this place. The only difference was, that it was way colder and I had my guitar with me. Like every time during winter, I took heating pads to warm my hands in between so that it didn’t hurt when I plucked the strings. It’s because I’m this cliché guitar player who has incredibly sensitive hands.” I laughed briefly.

“Not just sensitive hands.” The girl murmured. I gave her a quick, confused look, but since she made no move to explain, I thought it would be better to just leave it at that and tell my story: “I usually go back home when those pads have cooled down. But this day it was different. I felt that it wasn’t time to leave. I didn’t want to go. So, I gritted my teeth and struggled through the pain. Of course, the pain affected my play. I often gambled away and took too much time between the individual notes until my hands were ready again. I didn’t know if she was there more often and had heard me, or maybe she just walked casually by that day. It doesn’t matter. The only important thing is she was there and she noticed something was wrong. She came to me and took my hands. Her hands were very warm and after a short while this warmth spread onto my hands. She said something like ‘Now play something for me, little Penguin!’, which of course I did.”

I closed my eyes to be able to recall the scene. The tears came again. I missed her. I missed her so much. I needed her. I still loved her.

“Why did she call you penguin?” She whispered again. Doubtless because she had noticed I started to cry. “She said I remind her of this animated penguin from that children’s series, Pingu. She wasn’t the first to feel that way. In fact, penguin was kind of an occasional nickname of mine before.  However, since it has always been difficult for me to speak to people and I’ve never really had any friends, I no longer have anyone to call me that. Unfortunately.” I blushed slightly and pressed my face carefully into her shoulder.

“Hasn’t anyone ever spoke to you on their own?” She questioned incredulously. “Of course, they did. There were a few. Mostly others who were never really popular in the class or something. Sure, for what other reasons should you talk to the ‘Weirdo’ when you have another choice and can talk to someone else? But that never became a really close friendship either. I’m not usually that kind of person who talks a lot.” I laughed a little helplessly, firmly convinced she would think I’m a liar.

“I’m even more proud that you can tell me all this that detailed and comprehensive, you cute penguin.” She mentioned, clearly proud. She didn’t seem to be lying, which calmed me down but made be blush even more. “You don’t have to be embarrassed to be a cute penguin.”, she giggled.

“I am not cute.” I contradicted in a pouting tone. “Oh, you are not? And what do you want to call it that you’ve been lying in my arms and telling me about your worries for the last half an hour instead?” I shrugged. “A coward.”, I replied, “Or being stupid. After all, we don’t know each other.” She sighed and released the hug to look me in the eyes. “Hey, don’t say that. Cowards are the ones who fail to open their hearts and get help. And stupid are those who know they need and can get help, but don’t accept it. You’re not stupid because you opened your heart to a stranger.” She trembled, but her voice was firm.

“Are you cold?” I asked her, ignoring her words. “Doesn’t matter.” She responded just as firmly, but this time without trembling. “It does. I answered you, now it’s your turn. And please be honest.” She nodded hesitantly but seemed to doubt whether it was a good idea to answer. I took off my jacket and put it with the words “It’s very thin, but still better that nothing.” carefully over her shoulders. “But now you’re cold!” She protested compassionate. “That doesn’t matter. You’ve already done so much for me, I should retaliate! And girls become cold way faster than boys and freeze more, so everything is fine.” I smiled gently at her while saying that. “But then at least I want to wrap you in my arms again.” She demanded stubbornly. Softly giggling, I put my head back on her shoulder, my arms around her, and waited for her arms to do the same to me.

“Then tell me, penguin, how did you two get together?” I closed my eyes again and projected the picture back in front of my eyes. “I played something for her. Ed Sheeran’s Castle on the Hill. A wonderful song in my opinion. Like most of his songs. She felt quite the same and therefore asked me to play another song by him afterwards. Of course, I did it. I played his songs until my hands froze again. And I sang individual passages a few times as well.” My cheeks turned red again. “I really like to sing, but I don’t do it that often. I’m just too shy for that. And unlike playing the guitar, singing is just a hobby and not a passion to me. But after my hands and hers were cold like ice and I just couldn’t play the guitar anymore, we stayed here anyway. Neither me nor she left. While I was playing she leaned against me and put her head on my shoulder. I-it was kind of like what I’m doing with you right now. Only that she was sitting next to me and not that she was laying in my arms.”

I was quiet for a moment and waited for her reaction. She seemed to notice that I was waiting for something and began to stroke my back. “Cute. Did you like it as much as I do?” She asked calmly. “It was a bit weird. I never really felt the need to take care of anyone. I was never the kind of person who likes to wrap someone in my arms.” I looked up to the sky where the full moon was shining at me. “Rather the one someone takes care of? The kind of person someone wrapped in their arms?” She questioned. I nodded slowly as an answer. “That suits you a lot better.” She grinned. “And it’s better for me too.” She replied, hugging me tightly.

“Why didn’t you tell her that back then?” I shrugged. “I liked her. She was nice to me and warmed up my hands. And she was the one who started the conversation. I also was hopeful. Hopeful because I thought I might have a chance to have a friendship again. A real friendship. A close friendship. I didn’t want to mess up everything right away, so I just did things that were unusual for me.” It was quiet between us for a moment. I went through our whole story again in my mind. For the seventh time today. I relived all the feelings I had. And I wept away the tears again.

“What kind of things?” She sounded hoarse. No, she sounded like she wanted to hide something. As if she was suppressing something.

“What’s wrong?” She didn’t answer.

“Tell me what kind of things you did.” She demanded.

“Tell me what’s wrong.” I repeated.

She gave up and promised: “Later. Promise. But it’s your turn first.”

I was okay with it and started to enumerate: “You should know that after this evening we became really close friends and I wanted to maintain this friendship as long as possible. So, I took on the role of the person who started the conversation. We gave each other our phone number and after a few days on that we spent a lot of time together, I started some kind of ritual. She was the kind of person that wakes up really late while I was the kind of person that wakes up really early in the morning. So, I wished her a good morning every morning. And we had a phone call every evening. She asked me to play the guitar or to sing for her. Or just to speak, because the sound of my voice helped her a lot with falling asleep. I would be lying if I’d say that I didn’t wish something like that for myself. Someone who takes care of me and makes sure that I can fall asleep well. As I said, I’ve never seen myself in the role of the one caring for someone else. But to maintain the friendship with her, it was worth it to me. Then she was a big fan of going to some club or bar in the evening, while I preferred to go to places like this and enjoy the silence. But because I wanted to make her happy, I often came with her to those places. When we were in a relationship, we agreed that we would always spend full moons here and enjoy the silence. But in general, she was more of a fan of places where there are many people, where it was loud and especially when there was alcohol, which I don’t like at all. And she also thought that the man or boy in a relationship, whether it was a friendship or a real relationship, is the more dominant and the one who takes care of the woman or the girl. Maybe that applies to the most, but to me not at all.”

She seemed to be deep in thoughts, which I concluded from the fact that she didn’t react to my words and her movements had slowed down considerably. Since I didn’t want to disturb her, I just enjoyed the moment in silence. The warmth she gave me though the hug and the beautiful view.

“Didn’t you ever tell her you weren’t like that?” She broke the silence after a while. Still relaxed, I shook my head. “Why?” I straightened up a little and answered her question: “I liked her. I really did. So much that at some point I started loving her. More than I’ve ever loved anything or anyone. More than I’ve ever expected to love something or someone. She was the first and of course, the only girl I’ve ever fallen in love with. To whom I’ve given my heart and dedicated all my feelings. The first person to be in my thoughts all day and in my dreams all night. The first whose mere thought kept making me smile broadly and made my heart beat faster. The feelings completely overwhelmed me back then. And they still do. Just that they were beautiful back then. Even when they hurt, it was a beautiful kind of pain. Now it’s just a cruel, rough pain. A kind of pain that only tears you apart from the inside.”

The tears overwhelmed me again. Memories dragged me down again. My feelings destroyed me again. “Do you know what I noticed? You cry quietly, without any noise. How do you do that?” I looked up. She was right. I had never noticed by myself. “I-I just let the tears flow. I don’t know. I-it just h-happens. Why do you ask?” I stuttered. “To distract you so that you stop crying, Pingu.” She responded honestly. It worked. No sooner had I thought about anything else than my feelings ceased to destroy me. At least they stopped destroying me that much.

“How did you know that would work?” I mumbled in her ear. She smiled slightly. “I have a little sister and I often had to make her feel better. Do you want to take a break from talking?” I nodded cautiously. She let go of me and I sat next to her.

“What’s your name actually?” I wanted to know. “Lian. Wang Nai Lian.” She replied immediately, as if she had been waiting to finally answer this question. “Taiwanese, right?” I asked.

“You’re right. And you’re Korean, right, Hyungu?” I swallowed as it froze down my back. “How do you know my name?” I trembled slightly with fear. I was sure I didn’t say my name once in the whole conversation.

“Later.” She said firmly. I nodded. At first just slowly, as a sign that I agreed, then a little faster, in response to her question about my nationality.

“It���s beautiful here.” She whispered after a few minutes of silence, looking up at the sky. “You’re so right.” I agreed. She put an arm around me and pulled me back a little. “Are you ready to tell me more? Or do you need some more time?” I shook my head and assured her: “I’m ready.” I played nervously with a few blades of grass next to me and let my feet hang back into the water.

“How did you get together?” I rowed slightly with my feet in the water to create a soothing splash. “We were here. Two years and three months ago. 26 full moons ago. I had my guitar with me and played some love songs for her. Self-composed. At the moment when I played them, she didn’t know that yet. I had long considered what to do and how to tell her about my feelings. However, the moment she smiled at me and told me how beautiful the song was, I knew that my plan had failed. From that moment on, I just let everything happen and followed my heart. I did what my feelings told me. I blushed and looked shyly at the floor. She pushed my face up a bit at the chin and smiled at me. A simple smile. It triggered so much in me. My cheeks literally exploded at that moment and I was sure I looked like a tomato. My heart started racing. It got so fast I was sure it was already unhealthy. But all of the sudden it became a minor issue. In general, everything seemed to just to disappear. I’ve read so many romance novels and watched so many cheesy movies, but I’ve always suspected that all of this was completely over the top. It wasn’t. Not a bit. On the contrary, it was completely understated. Everything around us disappeared. The sounds echoed away from us. The only ones left were her and myself. How we looked at each other. I looked in her beautiful, golden brown eyes and she in mine. I looked on her pink, soft lips and she on mine. She was beautiful. But I’m sure you know that since you’ve seen us together several times. But that day, from that day on, it was different. She was more beautiful. I’ll never be able to forget this picture. How the moon shone through her brown curls and lit up half of her face. I don’t know how it happened, it just did. I kissed her. I never expected having the courage to overcome my shyness and just kiss her. But I did. And she returned the kiss. It was the most beautiful feeling of my life and more beautiful than I could have ever imagined. It wasn’t a long kiss, but a beautiful one. But no sooner it had ended and my shyness returned. I realized what I have done. What would’ve happened if she hadn’t wanted to? I would’ve lost her. Probably forever.”

I dug my fingernails into my shirt to keep myself from crying. “But luckily that wasn’t the case. She returned the kiss, as well as she did my feelings.”

I looked shyly at the floor. “It was my first kiss. I didn’t know how it worked. How to kiss. How to kiss well! But I’m glad I did. That it happened.” I smiled lightly at the floor and felt my heart floating again when I remembered it. Seconds after that I was back on the ground and realized that all of that was over, I continued:

“The relationship with her was probably the best as well as the worst that could’ve happened to me.” I took a short breath, in which Lian asked, why. “I was no longer myself. No, worse. I had forgotten who I am. I loved her more than anything else and I didn’t want to lose her or risk that she could start liking me less. So, I started acting and talking like the way she likes the most. I replaced my real self. My real personality. And created a new self. A different one. A better one. At least for her. Not for me, not a bit. But it didn’t matter. It took its time, but after a while I got used to being a different person. Started ignoring the pitiful cries of my real inner self. And I started ignoring the pain…”

“You were in pain? What pain?” She interrupted me a bit upset. I affirmed this with a short, gentle nod before continuing my speech: “Pressure, pain, whatever you want to call this. I wasn’t myself. I was no longer in control of my actions. I suppressed myself, the real me. Of course, it hurt. Incredibly painful. You can’t imagine how bad.”

I leaned back a little and rested on my hands. “Can’t I?” She asked somewhat skeptically. I closed my eyes.

“Maybe. Maybe you can, maybe you can’t. Why?” I replied.

“Later.”, she said calmly, “After you finish talking.” I smiled a little. “Well, the pain was definitely unbearable.”, I resumed my story, “But not as cruel as the thought of living without her. I forgot my pain. Which doesn’t mean that it disappeared or I managed to hide it. But I forgot the cause of my pain. Just as I had forgotten myself before. I just wanted to be the way Yuri liked me the most. Because she meant everything to me. And she did a lot for me too! She supported me in one of the hardest times of my life. I would even say the hardest right after the current one. If not the roughest in general.”

I looked up at the sky. “Beautiful.”, I sighed heavily, “Just beautiful.” Lian put an arm around me and mildly stroked  my shoulder. “What did she help you with, Pingu?” She tried to hide it, but her concern was clear in her voice.

“I had a sister.” I said even though it was very difficult to say. My head fell down and I started sobbing loudly.

“You h-had a sister? Pingu, why had? What do you mean by that? What happened?” She sounded surprised. Very surprised. And shocked. A normal reaction. But something bothered me about it. Something wasn’t right. Something was wrong.

I pushed these thoughts away for now and concentrated on calming down again. “Yes. I had a sister. Hyejin, that was her name, was born sick. Her heart was weak. Too weak. She spent her entire childhood in the hospital for some kind of surgery. It was finally over a few years ago. She came out on her 15th birthday, but we had to be careful  that she was hardly exposed to stress, as it could have been problematic otherwise. And we did! Every evening when she couldn’t sleep or just wanted me to stay by her side, I played her one of her favorite songs on the guitar.”

Tears streamed down my face. “Often it was sad songs. Songs that were about death. We knew she wouldn’t live as long as normal people. Me and our parents knew that. We tried to keep it a secret from her. In vain, of course. But how should that even be possible? She received extra treatment all her life. She got private lessons, although we could hardly afford it. How could she feels normal about such things and have no idea?” I narrowed my eyes.

“But she also asked me to play her love songs. She often told me she wanted a relationship before she died. Or at least a friendship.” I swallowed. “I always told her that I was her friend. That always made her smile and she always assured me I was the best friend she could ever imagine. It meant so much to me. More than anything else at this point. But sometimes she asked about songs I had composed myself. She knew I didn’t have many of them because I rarely write them down, but rather play by feeling. Sometimes she asked about that. Whenever she noticed something was going wrong in my life. She always looked after me, although that was my job with her. That’s why she sometimes asked for songs I had composed myself. She knew how shy and self-critical I was and she always assured me that the song, just like my guitar playing, was beautiful. Our parents had barely time for us because they worked so much to be able to afford private lessons. That’s why Hyejin and I always took care of each other. We had a lot of late-night conversations, where mostly one special question came up. ‘Will mom and dad be happier when I’m gone?’ She always asked me. You can’t blame her, because our parents had lots of stress because of her illness. But every time she asked, I promised her, and I was 100% honest, that our parents love her and are happy she exists. And even if not, I could never be really happy again if she were no longer my cute little sister. But then came the day when I had to start studying and move out. I barely had time for Hyejin. It broke my heart. I just wanted to be with her again. Hug her. And play the guitar for her. Our parents got into arguments more and more often and I wasn’t there to help Hyejin. It was my duty as a big brother! But that wasn’t everything. A short time before our parents broke up, it must have been about sixth month ago, Hyejin and I got into an argument. Because of my behaviour. She accused me of no longer being myself. And in a way, she was right. At that point, however, I no longer noticed it myself. And since she never liked Yuri, I just thought that’s the reason back then. Shortly after our parents broke up, s… she…”

I started crying softly but also violently. “I-it was all my fault. I s-shouldn’t have left her alone. I should’ve been there for her. I had to s-support her. B-but I was so stupid and didn’t do it. I didn’t notice it!  I-I should’ve thought about how hard it would hit her!” I stuttered.

Lian softly stroked my back and tried to calm me down: “Hey… Hyungu… Don’t say that. It wasn’t your fault.” She looked at me pityingly and carefully wiped the tears from my face. “You did everything for her, you were a great brother.” She added.

I shook my head wildly and felt my heart break again. The second time that day. “She is dead! And I could’ve prevented that if I hadn’t been such an idiot and just been there for her! But no! And instead of simply accepting the pain as punishment, I let Yuri comfort me! No wonder she’s gone! I should’ve just followed Hyejin as I wanted to at first.”

Lian stared at me in shock. Even more shocked than before. “No! Pingu! Stop that right now, you SHOULD live! That’s important to ME! That’s important to Hyejin! It’s important to everyone who matters!” She almost shouted.

“Stop talking like you know me or Hyejin right now! Just stop! You barely know me and don’t know her at all!” I hissed unintentionally. It just happened, against my will. I was startled. Scared of myself. “I-I’m sorry.” I stammered when I realize what I had done. The only person to whom I seemed to begin to mean something, and perhaps the only one I would ever mean anything to again. She looked at me. But neither surprised nor angry, but understanding.

“No. It’s okay. You’re nerve-wracked, your emotions are killing you and you can’t possibly know about it. It’s okay. Just tell me, should I go or should I stay? Do you want to be alone or have someone to stay with you? Do you want to go on with speaking or take rest?”

I slid a little closer to her. “Is that okay?” I asked. She nodded and smiled briefly at me. “Please stay. And if it’s okay, I would still like to tell the end.” I responded. “Of course, it is. More than that. I’m glad about it. Besides that, I was the one who asked, wasn’t I? So, tell me, how could this, at least for her dreamlike relationship end?” Lian smiled softly, which I could only return weakly.

I took a deep breath and ended my story: “She cheated on me. For 9 months. That’s a third of our entire relationship. And I just didn’t notice it. No, worse. After I found out, she promised me it would never happen again, and after a few weeks in that we took a break of our relationship we approached each other again, she broke the promise right on the first day. Today. And as the idiot I am, I trusted her and thought she’d still love me. Just me.” I rubbed my eyes, but had stopped crying again and didn’t start again.

“She’s a bitch.” Lian said coldly, drilling her fingernails faintly into my shoulder. I swallowed because of the pain, whereupon she looked at me apologetically and loosened her grip a little bit.

“Maybe. Maybe she is. No, probably she is. But at least I am rid of this monster now and can be Kang Hyungu in peace again.”, I agreed, “Even if it will take time until I forget her or can get over her.”

Lian grunted understandingly. “Obviously it will. But you can do it, even if it takes time. And I will support you.” She promised in a firm and serious voice. I looked at her gratefully with a hint of joy.

“But I guess it’s my turn to tell. I actually don’t have a lot to say and will be brief if that’s okay.” She giggled. I gave her a quick approval and then looked at her waiting and asking.

“Well, where do I start? So, as I said, I also have a sister. Also, a younger one. About the same age as Hyejin. Her name is Tzuyu. When you said Hyejin had no one, you weren’t quite right. Shortly after you were gone, she met Tzuyu. They’ve been to our home many times and Hyejin has told us a lot of good things about you. She almost always talked about you and there was never a bad word. Just about your girlfriend. She suspected that she wasn’t entirely loyal. And that killed her. She was worried about you. She just wanted you to be happy. You, the person who brought her happiness and joy in life. She just wanted you to be fine no matter what happened to her. At some point her life stopped meaning anything to her. She knew she didn’t have much time left. And when I asked her why she was this laid-back, she replied that the most important thing for her wasn’t her life, but the happiness of her brother. I had heard a lot about you at this time and I just wanted to get to know you. I asked her what her brother looks like and…” She got something out of her pocket. “She gave me this picture.” The girl held out a picture. A selca with me and Hyejin.

“S-she gave you that?” My voice was brittle and squeaky. I would’ve expected anything, even that she was a werewolf. But never that she had anything to do with my sister.

“Yes, she did. And when she laid in the hospital bed, at least Tzuyu, who had visited her, told me from her that I should look after you and take care of you because she could no longer worry now.”

There was silence between us. Minutes of silence. Pleasant silence. “Then you got all the information about me from Hyejin?” I was still incredulous. Lian nodded carefully. “She loved you, Pingu. And she still does. Don’t do that to her and don’t blame yourself for her death. Try to be strong for her and smile for her like you used to do.” Lian asked me to. I forced a slight, dazed nod.

“Thanks.” The girl purred happily. I looked at the sky, at the full moon, and then at the mirrored imagine in the water. Countless feelings ran through me once. My head was all empty, as if all thoughts had been washed away by the river.

But I knew at least one thing. Even though I couldn’t clearly determine what I was feeling right now, I could say that I felt better by worlds than before the conversation. Before Lian.

“Are you ready for someone new in your life?” Lian whispered again. As at the beginning. Everything was like the beginning.

Just that everything was different.

“It will take me time to get over that with Yuri.” I answered.

“I’m just talking about a friendship.” Lian purred.

“I know.” I replied with a smile, put my head on her shoulder and closed my eyes. 

Everything was perfect. 

For her, as well as for me. 

For us.

[leaving-fragments]

and stay is so cute, weus christmas song!

[yonghoontual]

a whole lot of loving onewe under the cut

ok, so, it's later and i'm ready to gush about onewes concert!!

personal highlights:

- everything

- really tho but specifically amazing livestream and live subs i dont think i've ever had this little problems with watching sth live on stream, some of the camera shots were also like really pretty? like the artistry 😌😌

- i know i love every onewe song but gosh this setlist 💕💗💕

- i love how they always introduce themselves. can't believe yonghoon was the most normal one lmao

- everyone looked so happy during all the stages it was dazzling! 😍

- yonghoons voice yonghoons voice yonghoons voice. god. but really! who else sounds this good live?? just out of this world asdghjkl 😭🤩😍🥰❤️

- same with dongmyeong. he has improved so much over the last years regarding his live vocals (not that he was ever bad to begin with, not at all but imo he did get outshined by yh a bit in that department, at least. but i'm also yh biased and keep my yh tunnel vision goggles on at all times so- 🤷🏼‍♀️)

-the unit perfomances?????? dongmyeong and yonghoon singing i will never love again from the a star is born ost? that shit was breathtaking, yo. 💯💯✨ like oh my god. I really ascended towards heaven 😇🥰🥰(ngl when i heard they were singing sth from a star is born i was really dreading it was gonna be shallow - i hate that song - but thank god they came through👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻)

- the instrumental unit too....🔥🔥🔥like these men are so freaking good at what they are doing, i am just impressed all over again 🤩

- again the songs??? all my faves were in there - love me, cosmos, orbit, parting, veronica, aurora, eraser, trauma - and i love how they rearrange their older stuff to give the audience a new experience, like regulus omggggggg i am still stunned.

- yonghoon going off on stage, jumping around, interacting with all the members, kneeling in front of weves - while keeping stable vocals, king - is all i ever need to see in life, thank you 💕💗💖💕💗

- also dongmyeong and yonghoon about to cry during reminisce about all and having to take breaks while singing? what are yall doing to me??? its tears city in this one 🥲🥲🥲

- the quick close up shots of cya and kanghyun playing the bass/guitar, loved that a whole lot muah 😘

- mr JU HARIN TAKING OFF HIS SHIRT out of nowhere and acting like nothings wrong 😵😵😵, the audience consecutively screaming (which they werent allowd bc of covid) and yonghoon immediately trying to calm them down before they get thrown out. what a ride!

- weves clapping for like five mins for the encore stage lmao that was funny and then onewe come out after a wardrobe change and i just- i will just put this "It's okay if I get lost, we've got each other." almost started full on sobbing when i read that PLS RBW give us the tshirts as merch or i will have to do it myself!

- ok lets get the one thing i wasnt enthusiastic about out of the way: the live stream cut off for online watchers before the second encore, which seemed to be on purpose bc they wanted to give offline watchers a little treat - ok, sweet, i get that - but did it have to be logo and from??????????? LOGO????? imma cry a bit..the pain of not being able to fly to sk and go to the concert in person...smh 😭😭🥲😔😔😔

- ok, moving on, last but not least im gonna mention a few little things i really loved: harin trying to sing; yonghoon ruffling cyas hair 💕 and playing at the keyboard with dongmyeong while singing; kanghyun saying his throat was sore from singing (he said he sings the chords while playing guitar) and yonghoon being like 'are u saying this to me right now??? 🤨 drink water' (pls i love these two); cya smiling so much during his verses; dongmyeong always standing with his hands on his hips when he speaks, so freaking adorable; yonghoon turning towards shirtless harin and grinning while they play ring on my ears. please im so glad the cameras caught all these little moments😊😊😊

ok thats it for now, i think when the vod becomes available i will watch it again and liveblog (lets hope logo and from are on there, i cant live off of fancams). until then, i just wanna say how happy i am to have found onewe and how fun this concert was for me and i love them all so so much!!💖💖💖

[berrymeter]

ok perth u probably didn't see the oneus cb yet but i gotta give u my thoughts please take my thoughts.

black mirror: it feels a little atrocious and cheesy and i actually love it like it's just a catchy song!! they could have gone harder but i'm okay with it. the mv is VERY valkyrie which is cute but also boring. none of the shots really wowed me also rbw tanked their budget for this cb.. and some of their fits suck. for me this is a step up from banbakbulga though

connect with us: letdown letdownnnn i would honestly rather listen to the outro version of this song. there is no movement there is no buildup. but xion has a verse so 🥰🥰 i guess

polarity: THIS IS THE ONE.. catchy as hell mwah

happy birthday: save me. save them. the chorus is nice honestly and i like this producer but the aggressively heterosexual corny english interjections really took me out of the vibe.. it's not my birthday i'm not your girlfriend shut up shut uppppp

valkyrock: mixed feelings bc it really just feels like valkyrie with poorly arranged hard guitar in the bg there were some weird instrumental choices too. it serves its purpose which is to be a cool concert remix. there are some cool moments tho especially with the main guitar which i can only assume is kanghyun just shredding it good for him. could have gone harder with the rock concept

so overall this cb... just okay. i'm okay with it! it's def not a come back home or a tbontb (i actually LOVED tbontb era sfsgdfdgdg even the acoustic guitar in the chorus) but frankly it wasn't trying to be that. still feels pretty oneus. anywayyy this is long! i just wanted to like. open a discussion lol don't feel pressured to respond!! -tt

i can finally start answering this ohohoho

hi tt anon my beloved!!! i am ready to answer to these thoughts (aka compare them to mine hSDGHSDKJGH. also i’ll be writing like, each ThoughtTM after i’ve listened to each song, so while i’m typing that i’ve only heard black mirror)

ok so i’m done typing my thoughts and. it got VERY long. don’t apologise for length i’m also wordy <3

now connect with us. so far i didn’t like the voice editing on keonhee’s voice but the song sounds... alright... not groundbreaking but it’s alright. seoho my beloved <3 WAIT THERES NO DROP IN THE CHORUS???? WHAT THE FUCK? i don’t really like the typical kpop drops always used now but come on?? oh wait there’s a? ugh. that was nothing. well i guess it’s a song and dongju got a verse for sure. i don’t have a lot to say on it i don’t know if i’ll add it to any playlists IS THAT HWANWOONG’S FIRST LINE?????? what the hell is any of this DSKJFHKJHD i may not have noticed him before but huh what. eh. it’s a song. again maybe it’ll grow on me! but right now yeah it’s a letdown i agree.

so for black mirror i agree the mv was... cheaper than what we got with gaja, twilight & etc. like they used all the budget on their first mvs DNSKJFHKJ (and to be or not to be... i guess? i don’t remember much except Guns And Blood Bath). i don’t really mind it in itself bc i don’t watch mvs much anymore and i’ve accepted that sometimes companies will just throw whatever at the audience for the sake of money (see also: ugly dance by onf letting me down in great part bc it acts as a followup to beautiful beautiful but is literally just a performance mv with no storytelling elements whatsoever but eh what can you do right) but for someone who likes cinematography it’s definitely gonna be disappointing if they were expecting something like gaja or come back home. as for the fits i didn’t really look at them, mostly their faces? and ough they are pretty <3 but yeah i wanted to get the more negative criticism out of the way so i can talk about The Song because unexpectedly i actually really like it!! and we can thank the bassline for that LMAOOO honestly this is gonna sound mean for no reason but this is what w*nho (censoring in case it gets in tags... i do NOT need mbbs after me on this fine day) thought he was doing with his debut song (not losing you that one made me cry. the one that i forgot the name of). i really enjoy the vibe of the song even if imo it doesn’t really fit the visual concept very much? but it has strings and i’m not gonna say no to strings. strings and a sexy bassline. and yonghoon’s whistling. SHFSDHKH

no but it’s a really good song imo! it’s not... as good as say, twilight (maybe it’ll grow on me idk we’ll see but twilight really was one of their best so), but it’s still a pretty solid song and while i do like banbakbulga a lot now it feels a lot less oneus than black mirror. oh wait i have something else to say, they really should leave the rapping to ravn bc like we know kpop rappers are not really rappers but i. really don’t wanna hear leedo rap anymore. he has great vocals there’s no reason for that... ravn is genuinely enjoyable to listen to so i don’t mind him but pls rbw give leedo more vocal lessons so he can sing more (and also give dongju vocal lessons at all?? why does he get two lines per song??? they’re a 2 yr old group now there’s no excuse. is he that bad? i don’t buy it he sounded good in the rtk gaja)

black mirror also very vaguely reminded me of run away by got7 during the chorus for some reason feel free to ignore that HFKJSHKFJ

onto polarity! shit i really need wrist braces. well this is like an improved connect with us? it’s definitely catchier sdnfsjkdfh and definitely a oneus song tho that means i don’t really like what their style is headed toward... one of the percussions they keep using, i really don’t like it!! i hear it everywhere and i don’t like it! not bc i hear it everywhere but bc it’s used for anything and everything like u should be more careful with what sounds u use for what songs. but i’m also very picky in the little details when i’m focused on something i guess sndfjskh. keonhee sounds really good in this song thank u mr lisp for my life i love u :) OH WAIT LEEDO IN THE CHORUS??? VERY GOOD LET’S GET MARRIED jk not to a leo man.

then we got happy birthday....... um... i was gonna say this is fine then he said you’re my goddess and. let me out <3 NOOO KEONHEE SOUNDS SO GOOD THIS IS EVIL... WHY DOES HE SOUND SO GOOD ON THIS SONG NANODNONDD LOVE LOSES </////3 i wouldn’t say it’s unlistenable for me like english girl but i’m gonna have to turn off my english speaking brain to listen to it yeah. it’s a good song otherwise what a shame... stop pushing ur heterosexual words onto me i’m just trying to listen to a song!!! do songs have to be gendered!!!!!!!!!

valkyrock here we go. last one. last one boys & not boys. so far it’s nice tbh. HUH? they lost the vibe with ravn’s verse. okay i guess the prechorus is alright i can hear the faintest hint of strings. the chorus... the percussions should not be like that... like idk how to explain it but the rhythm is too regular and not spaced out enough, if they were gonna do it like that it should hit a lot harder. don’t give me just the big boy (idk the english name but u know the one on the drums) and the small cymbal sound... that’s not loud enough bring out the damn gong (ok i may exaggerate but like it sounds more dancey than rock either way). uhhhhh overall though i really like the mix of the heavy guitar & strings i think that’s great and they should do that more. i can only assume onewe took care of the instruments LMAO harin u should’ve gone harder than that king i know u can...

so uhmmm for me this cb is... better than the previous one. which is sad bc it was a full album. i also liked it better than tbontb bc i felt that one didn’t go hard enough and black mirror wasn’t trying to go hard in that way so it doesn’t bother me 😭 yeah it’s not light us raise us fly with us level but it’s really good still. i can’t wait for oneus to finally release something that makes me insane but tbh? tbh? the bassline might get me there anyway. sexy bass makes me deranged and i think that’s at least a little bit relatable. still... when oneus get back to their roots in ways other than valkyrock maybe we’ll ascend to a better plane. much love 💕

[plastic-lamb]

Could you please write a kanghyun (onewe) smut he ruined my bias list after their twit cover. Could you make it bordering on rough and have him mark up the reader a whole bunch 🥺👉👈 maybe cute pet names like angle or kitten??? Thank you in advance

ok before we get into this I wanna thank you for requesting this because Kanghyun is my ult and thinking abt this.......wow...anyway! enjoy

A month of separation had you and Hyungu pining for each other like some couple separated by the rages of a world war. It was incredibly dramatic in the eyes of your friends, including his bandmates, but neither of you cared. You missed each other, damn it, and now that you were finally together you had no intentions of slipping away from each other for as long as possible. Which is why that immediately when Hyungu got back to his dorm from the airport, he washed up, packed a bag, and made his way to your apartment. 

The second he walked through your door, overnight bag in hand, you were all over him. It started off innocently: warm embraces and soft kisses punctuated with quiet ‘I missed you’s, but things escalated incredibly quickly. It became clear to both of you that this wasn’t going to be a cute little kiss and hold hands and talk about how the concerts were reunion. Every kiss became increasingly feverish and the time between them got shorter and shorter until finally, you were clambering to your bedroom.

Ungracefully, you plopped onto your bed with him on top of you. The two of you wasted no time in taking off your clothes, casting them to the floor beside your bed. The moment your skin was bare to him his mouth was on your chest. He painted your breasts and collar bones with flowery purple marks. It was his favorite thing to do. Hyungu loved marking you up in places that only he and you could see, a little reminder of him since he had such a busy schedule and couldn’t always be with you or talk to you on the phone. 

Reluctantly, he tore himself away from your chest to shift down to continue his ministrations on the tender skin of your inner thighs. You whined, urging him to hurry up and stop teasing you. 

“Hyungu, please,” you pouted at him as he sat up and crawled back up the length of your body.

“What’s your rush, angel? We have all the time in the world,” he teased. The nickname sent a wave of warmth across your whole body.

You shot him another pouty look as you wrapped your legs around his hips, trying desperately to convey how much you just wanted him to fuck you already. He heard you loud and clear. He aligned himself with your entrance and bottomed out in you immediately, the shock almost knocking the breath out of you.

“I missed you so much, angel,” his voice was such a light whisper that you barely heard him. You didn’t need to hear him, the look on his face said everything. He brought his mouth to your neck, just placing sweet kisses on it this time, keeping in mind the way you chewed him out the last time he marked your neck, his sweet kisses juxtaposed the way he roughly thrusted into you in a way that had you seeing stars. 

It felt so good to be with him again, to touch him and hear his voice and see him and hold him in your arms. You felt so soft in that moment despite the fact that at that point Hyungu had wrapped his hand around your throat because he needed leverage as he got closer to his high. 

He leaned down and molded his lips against yours as he came, hiding his moan in your mouth. He took a few moments to collect himself then moved back down between your legs.

“So, tell me about all the stuff you did in the past month,” he said casually as if he wasn’t eye level with your core.

“You’re the one who went on tour, why are you asking me?” You asked, chuckling. 

“I mean I could, but,” he started to lift his head but was cut off by you pushing him back down.

“No no, you win! I’ll tell you all about what I had for breakfast for the past four weeks,” both of you were giggling at that point. 

It felt so good to have him home.

[lady-talks]

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[minghaocouture]

Rules: It’s time to love yourself. Choose your 5 favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you’ve brought into the world. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

Thank you for tagging me @leedosmoon​, this took me forever to figure out x.x

1.  Maze of Time/Elf!Minghao x Reader (SVT) - I’m a sucker for high fantasy, and this was so much fun to write even if it took me a lot longer than expected to write it. 2.  Fight Me?/Nurse Kanghyun x Patient Reader (Onewe) -This was such a cute one to write. I’m a sucker for prompts like this. 3. Pyrrhic Victory/Jeonghan x Reader Battle Royale AU (SVT) - This one was so angsty and short (Which is def why im gonna try and make a 3 shot out of it)  4. Morning Races/Keonhee x Reader (Oneus) - Dude writing this made me laugh so much cause i could legit see Keonhee being this petty lol.  5. Fearless/Werewolf Wonwoo x Vampire Reader (SVT) - Ngl i’m kinda surprised i felt comfortable enough to put this on here. but it’s my first like...full multi-chap fic that i’ve ever finished. so i’m pretty proud of it.

I Tag: @johnysuh​ @svtxsoju​ @babiemingoo​ @woozisnoots​ and any of my other writing Moots <3 

[onewaigu]

Memory (pt.2)

Genre : short story

Theme : angst

Pairing : Kanghyun(Onewe) X Reader

Description : time had stopped once you caught his eyes. this was the very first time you guys met in a very long time. were you friends? who knows. you did ruin a perfectly normal friendship with him. Question was, why were your eyes filled with regret when you saw Kang Hyungu in front of you?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Smiling with a drink in hand, I can talk about it now.

“That'll be-”, you choked on your own words.

You couldn't believe it. Out of all the people in the world, your first ever customer had to be him. Kang Hyungu. Maybe it wasn't him, maybe your eyes were just playing tricks on you. You tried to convince yourself.

“..free-of-charge?”, he cocked his eyebrow questioningly. He was probably amused at your sudden daze.

You snapped out of it.

“2000 Won please”, you avoided his gaze looking at only the money in his outstretched hand.

Once he took the change you gave him, you let out a deep sigh of relief. An air of awkwardness was clouding your consciousness that you weren't even aware you were holding your breath for quite some time.

Finally, he was about to leave.

Except he didn't though. Instead, he paused right in front of the store's entrance with his hand clutching the door's handle, head bowed.

From your peripheral vision, you stared at him quizzically. Slowly in that short period of time, questions started to flood your head only to be interrupted.

Scoff.

“Did you really think I wouldn't recognise you, Y/N?”

He chuckled but it was different than before. Your heart clenched upon hearing the once familiar sound, now coated with an essence of melancholy.

Time seemed to miraculously slow down. The silence in between was almost deafening. Your heart was pounding against your chest. No.

“And here I thought I'd gotten the wrong person but no, it is you isn't it?”, he humoured sarcastically. Ah, that hurt.

Before you could muster up the courage to reply him, you found his fingers curled around your wrist before gently yet firmly dragging you around the counter and out of the store.

You couldn't care less about leaving the store unsupervised. Besides, there weren't many people around.

Thunk.

The sound of the banana milk bottles hitting the table outside brought you out of your thoughts. “You never changed, huh?”, he asked, a faint glimmer of jest in his eyes.

“Still the same Y/N who loves daydreaming”

Now both of you were facing each other, sitting at the table outside the store. The LED lights behind you were illuminating softly onto Hyungu's face. It made him look like an angel almost. Anyone who saw him at this moment would have described him with one word — ethereal. Your eyes unconsciously wandered around his features. Blond suited him well.

“There you go, again”

“So do you”

“Hm?”

You repeated yourself, “I mean, you changed too”. Specks of red dusted your cheeks.

“We have something in common then”, you caught him lifting the corners of his mouth slightly.

I wanna go back, back, back, back, back.

Fitting. Cause you wanted to go back to how it was before with the banana-haired boy in front of you.

“Hm, nice song”, Hyungu hummed.

“..yeah”, your voice trailed.

“It makes me wanna ask, do you ever wanna go back?”, he asked knowing you knew what he meant by 'going back'.

There it was. The kind smile that you always saw whenever you were with him. With your friend, Hyungu.

He nodded understandingly at your silence, he knew. Of course he would.

“If only he hadn't existed in our lives, huh?”

Both of you knew who he meant. Kim Youngjo.

Seemingly perfect to anyone who knew of him, he was a year above you in school. Raven-coloured hair, alluring dark orbs, pearl-white teeth. Juniors idolised him while seniors wanted to be friends with him.

Everything happened when he crossed paths with you.

Ring!

It was lunchtime but you and Hyungu decided to skip it for the school library instead.

Miss Lee, the school's librarian, had told the both of you that the library was going to be restocked with newly-released manhwas. You guys were manhwa addicts so it wasn't surprising that you wanted to be the first two to grab ahold of them.

A few manhwas in, your eyes were starting to droop involuntaringly. Glancing to your right, you saw Hyungu's black fluff of hair touching the pages of a manhwa he was reading. Idiot fell asleep.

You tried to tug the manhwa from under him so he wouldn't drool all over it but you accidentally tugged too hard Hyungu's head hit the table with a low thud.

Oops.

Someone stiffled a laugh.

Your head shot up to see Kim Youngjo-sunbaenim standing near a bookshelf not to far from a still-sleeping Hyungu, trying hard to hide his laughter.

You smiled gingerly in his direction.

That was the very first interaction.

Spicy food should be dubbed as the devil's food in your honest opinion. It tempted and it tortured people. Too bad, your love for it had blinded any signs of rationality in you. You kept eating it then regretting after.

One day, you had bought spicy tteokbokki for lunch. Normally whenever you were having a spicy food crisis, Hyungu would immediately get you some fruits to cool down the spice.

However, he was on sick leave that day so you were forced to suffer silently in your seat. The spiciness was too much you couldn't even stand up.

Luckily for you, a bottle of banana milk appeared in front of your eyes. You didn't even care who gave it to you, you immediately downed the whole bottle.

Later you found out that it was Youngjo-sunbaenim who had given you the banana milk. Blush creeped up your cheeks out of embarrassment. How kind of him.

After that, both you and Youngjo-oppa kept crossing paths with each other. Every time you did, he'd always give you a bottle of banana milk. You found it cute. Days passed and the two of you slowly got closer each day. People were waiting and expecting you two to date.

Eventually on your birthday, he met you after school with two bottles of banana milk in hand.

“Aw, two for me? Tell me, Youngjo-oppa..do you maybe have a crush on me?”, you nudged his shoulders teasingly.

He scratched his red ears, “Actually Y/N, yeah I do”.

You stopped in your tracks. His blunt honesty caught you off guard. Yeah you always thought he was cute and kind but never did you imagine the two of you being more than friends. It made you curious.

“D-do you maybe wanna be more than friends with me?”, he stammered while he fidgeted with his hands behind his back.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, do you..wanna be my girlfriend?”

For the rest of your school years, you and Youngjo-oppa paraded the hallways as an item. It began with him joining you and Hyungu during lunch. Then he was practically there with the two of you anytime and anywhere. You found it quite endearing..in the past.

Blind love took ahold of you that even when Hyungu would always excuse himself everytime Youngjo-oppa appeared, you didn't even think twice as to why he did it.

The more you were with Youngjo-oppa, the more you were drifting apart from Hyungu. You didn't even notice.

Dating Youngjo-oppa was a thrill. You skipped lessons with him, hanging out under the bleachers. You would sneak out of the apartment at 2 in the morning to go to noraebangs with him. Being with him made you rebellious and you thought that it made you happy.

Until one day, Hyungu approached you after you had avoided him for a few weeks straight.

“Y/N”, he called out.

You tried to avoid him but he was too fast. He then led you under an empty staircase. His face devoid of any humour. “What's happening to you, Y/N?”, he asked looking at your eyes that were avoiding his gaze.

You shrugged him off, “Absolutely nothing's happening to me, Hyungu”.

Just as you were about to leave, he'd caught ahold of your wrist before replying to you in his most gentlest voice, “This isn't funny anymore, Y/N. You know you've changed ever since that guy entered our lives”. He sounded like a defeated puppy.

“That guy is my boyfriend, Hyungu and if you can't accept that then maybe you're much better off without me!”, your voice started to raise, anger boiled in your veins. The nerve of him insulting your boyfriend.

“No I'm not, Y/N..because I care about you”, his voice cracked saying those last words.

“Well, if you cared about me you would understand my feelings”

With that, you just left him alone under the staircase without even daring to look back. Little did you know with slumped shoulders, Hyungu was trying hard not to let his tears fall as your back became smaller in his blurry vision.

From then on, both of you didn't talk to each other even until Hyungu graduated. Unfortunately for you, you had to stay back a year because your grades were failing. So after a few long years of friendship..that was eventually ruined, the two of you were finally not going to see each other everyday.

You always thought to yourself about how stupid you were for trusting Kim Youngjo more than your bestfriend. Now you were alone without a trusted friend or a cheating snake by your side. If you could, you wished to go back to how things were before.

Whoever heard your prayers, you couldn't thank them enough. You had been wondering if fate ever decided to make the two of you cross paths again.

Finally, you were there sipping banana milk with him.

Looking back then, I would've called myself a fool.

[a/n]

this one really took a long time to write heh, anyways here's the angsty part two of Memory ^ ^ Part three's gonna be them talking it out with each other~

enjoy reading and stan Onewe

(video credit : Onewe - Reminisce About All)

[studioweus]

NOTES: This article was originally posted on the 28th of January, 2017. This was when MAS 0094 (now ONEWE!) were properly starting off their careers in the music industry. The article (which is linked as the source) outlines interesting information about their predebut ventures so I decided to translate it if you wanted to know more about their prior activities in 2015! If you wanted to repost somewhere, you’re free to do so - but please take out with credit! There may be minor translation inaccuracies but the idea should remain the same throughout. 

Kanghyun (Guitar), Dongmyeong (Vocals/Keyboard), Harin (Drums), Yonghoon (Vocals/Guitar), and CyA (Rap/Bass) are members of the band MAS 0094. The group, who released their first single in August 2015, focused on starting out through consistent busking performances instead of broadcasting activities.

2017 was their year to leap forward from that. Releasing their second mini album 'Make Some Noise' earlier this month, MAS 0094 has advanced to performing in various music stages, all the while showing off their intense skills to the fullest.

Composing a song for the victims of sexual slavery and performing for children with developmental disabilities, I sat down with MAS 0094, who is dubbed as a "concept band," to talk about their New Years resolutions and wishes.

-- Your team name is unique

DONGMYEONG: 'MAS' means MAKE A SOUND. The '0094' part refers to the the members that were born from 1994 to 2000 in that order. It's also always been a dream of ours to passionately perform various songs. Since it's hard for the fans to pronounce, we just ask them to call us 'MAS.'

-- There must have been a lot of episodes  [of pronunciation mishaps]

KANGHYUN: The numbers change when we go to events sometimes. There were foreign fans who were like 'Ah so they're called MASU 0094.' Others mistake the 00 (zero zero) as the letters OO in English.

DONGMYEONG: We met senior SHINee Jonghyun on a radio program and he said '[MAS 0094] looks like a jet plane name.' (laughs). Despite the occasional pronunciation mess ups, I'm pleased with the name since it's quite easy to remember.

-- I'm curious to know how you formed this team

KANGHYUN: We originally had three members. The three of us (Kanghyun, Harin, CyA) all went to the same academy and we matched quite well. But we didn't have a vocalist then - all we did was perform with instruments. As my interest in how the music of the band will transpire grew, we met CyA's close friend Dongmyeong.

HARIN: We met Yonghoon at a K-Pop contest at Suwon-si in 2015 where we went as part of a session. He showed off his amazing singing abilities and was awarded a grand prize. We immediately offered him a spot in our band after.  

YONGHOON: I was in college at the time. The grand prize was one million won [roughly $850 USD] and I competed to earn the money. I never thought I would come across these guys. They were brave enough to offer me a position in their band, and at first, they were even playing hard to get (laughs). I found out that they were exceptionally talented so I decided to join them.

--In 2015, you released your first song called "Butterfly, Find the Flower." I heard this song was composed for the women who were forced into sexual slavery by Japanese militaries?

DONGMYEONG: That's right. CyA had that idea when he first learned about it in a WebToon. When we heard the story, the members thought about how we could offer our help to the victims.  

KANGHYUN: We wanted to give the grandmothers happiness. So we gathered profits made from our busking activities and also found the time to volunteer at The House of Sharing*

[The House of Sharing is a nursing home for the “comfort women” (I do not recommend describing them as such since they’re ultimately victims, and this term seems to carry derogatory meaning with it, thus the quotation marks) who suffered through sexual slavery]

DONGMYEONG: We spent a year busking and then visited the grandmothers at The House of Sharing, and it was the first time we felt that we accomplished our goals. This is something that I won't forget for the rest of my life.

-- I heard you also did other kinds of volunteer work.

KANGHYUN: We also set up a performance for children with developmental disabilities not too long ago. We even met with the MC in person and let him know about the instruments. We get to learn more that way instead of just performing. We promise to work even harder as well.

HARIN: It makes me feel happy whenever I do good work. When you see how much fun these kids have, a smile just naturally appears on your face.

YONGHOON: We also performed for their parents once. Then for some reason, I couldn't control my tears and I started crying. I thought that this was the reason why we perform and do music.

-- Let's talk about the new mini album you released earlier this month - 'Make Some Noise'

CYA: The album has this sort of feeling where we're just messing around together and not thinking about anything else. The title track "Make Some Noise" was created to mimic the kinds of stages you see in rock festivals. That's what we had in mind when the song was made.

DONGMYEONG: As we were preparing for the performance, I wondered "do we have any songs that are exciting?" and we improvised, we felt good about it, and we even recorded it. The company's response was also favourable so it became the title track.

YONGHOON: We've also tried different genres like ballad, jazz, and hip hop. This time around, when we combined EDM with band-style music, we soon realized that it created good synergy. We're thinking of going a bit further with that style in the future. But we won't be sticking with just one genre. Since MAS 0094 is a team that composes its own music, we'll be trying out various things as well.

-- What are MAS 0094's pros?

YONGHOON: I'm confident that we have the most on-stage experience among the rookie groups. We typically busk at Hongdae, Suwon, Hangang Park every weekend. We learned a lot from the senior groups that we've met (No Brain, DAY6, BOL4) on stage.

HARIN: We’ve also tried putting ourselves in the audience's perspective, instead of just thinking about going up on stage. As we see everyone take their seats, we want to make sure that everyone feels comfortable and can see clearly, and that their view of the stage isn't being obstructed.  

-- What is the most memorable stage for you?

YONGHOON: I'm afraid it's difficult for bands when it rains. One time, I suddenly got scared when the power [electricity] coming from the microphone shot up.

CyA: The performance in China was also memorable. I felt a new kind of energy and realized the status of KPOP. That recognition was more than when you copy [do a cover] of popular Chinese songs. When we sang Block B and Big Bang seniors' songs, you could hear the audience doing the fanchants.

--This was the first time you've ever done an 'actual' stage [compared to busking activities in the past]

YONGHOON: We have more music show schedules this time around. We're seriously standing in front of the general public. We want to show a stage with a different style and a good performance.

KANGHYUN: We'll be showing you the 'Mannequin Challenge,' which has been popularized nowadays. We've also been preparing for '007' 'Rewind' versions.

--I'm curious to know about your goals.

CyA: For MAS 0094's presence and songs to be known everywhere. I also want to see us go up in the charts. I also want to go to 'Infinite Challenge' as well. Seeing Rose Motel, Chang Ki Ha, and Hyukoh in person would be really cool, too.

-- What kind of team do you want to become?

HARIN: Boohwal seniors are my role models. They've had a lot of hit songs and have been doing activities [together as a band] for a long time. I want us to become great band stars like them as well.

-- What are your wishes for the New Year?

YONGHOON: I wish we could receive a "Band Award" at the end of the year ceremony.

DONGMYEONG: I hope all the members stay healthy. And also, I wish people are filled with happiness whenever they listen to our songs.

HARIN: #1 on Gaon Chart! I want to accomplish that someday, if that doesn't happen this year.

KANGHYUN: I hope we can release a full-length album. With that album release, I also want us to hold a large-scale concert.  

[4junhyeok]

I just read your post on how mas was edited to look unprofessional and amateur in their audition and wow, I never actually realized how badly they were portrayed on the show. They literally only used MAS as screen time for Daewon and other members of teams. In every shot that Cya was in, it was literally him getting corrected on something by either Rain (for the HER perf) or Junhyeok (for the U R perf before elimination). And, not to frEAKING mention he’s a rapper, yet he was put in the vocal

(Cont.) team??? He proved with the audition and with his talent showcase on VLIVE that he was a great rapper, and yet they still did him dirty like that. Yonghoon got literally zero screentime, same with Kanghyun. Kanghyun’s only on-screen moment was that he was last in the HER team!! Harin got almost nothing, but like Cya, most of his time was other talking about his dancing skills in the Perfect Man perf. Like you get no time onscreen and then the only mentions of you are that you suck at

(Cont. again) dancing??? Jfc honestly? Plus, don’t even get me started on Dongmyeong. He got a decent amount of screentime, which is great, but why was he portrayed as such a child? They made it seem like his team had to help him through everything, and for most of it he was doing just fine! I felt like it was just a way to give other members of the team screentime while pretending Dongmyeong was in the spotlight. Ok I’m done now idk why I’m so bitter bc I still watch the Unit religiously lmaoOK WOW HI I LOVE YPU i dont really have much to say in reply because you summed it up so well (also i never finished the unit — for no particular reason i just didn’t finish it bcs shit attention span so i dont know anythign TO add) 

like i remember the bit in the first few episodes of them working their asses off to keep up but thats the only positive stuff i can rly think of and its so upsetting!!! because they really are so talented and have more on stage charisma than a lot of bands out there (and even some idol groups, even though they’re “just a band” which is a rant for another day)

and GOD honestly the problem with making some idols seem like children is an industry-wide thing and it’s tiring!! like i get it on one hand some people are generally childish (i dont mean it as an insult?? just that some people are) but its like......weird how sometimes people get reduced to such small bits of their personality

UM anyway rant is over but yes THANK YOU ILY

[jmxkanghyun-blog]

{recipe}

Kanghyun has gotten home barely one hour ago, and he’s already managed to, somehow, fill the entire living room and kitchen area with thick, white, cold fog.

Somehow, being, of course, through his usual methods. A rag on his hand. A small cauldron left to cool on the counter. A bit of almost-expired (heavy on the almost) salamander tongue, which had been so generously given to him after an entire day sitting hopelessly on the SALE! Special Price Only NOW!! tray at the shop. It’s hard to pinpoint what exactly could’ve gone wrong when so many steps could’ve.

“It’s not that bad, though,” Kanghyun says to the fog, as if to placate his own feeling of what-the-heck-have-i-done-ness. “I just made too much.”

That really might’ve been it, he notices, peering into the cauldron. Kanghyun is honestly not very fond of brewing potions, prefers filling the cauldron with meat and vegetables rather than mandrake extract and ground Han pebbles, and he’s a big eater - supposing he mismeasured this brew to a little bit too much isn’t a too far of a shot.

“Anyway…” he mutters to himself, trying to concentrate. The fog was to be expected, even if not in this quantity. Now, if only he can find the… palming the counter blindly, his hand makes contact with a cold metal cylinder, which he catches. “There it is.”

It’s a pocket spray bottle, filled with a solution previously prepared to work with this spell. Now all he needs to do is spray some on his rag and.

“Earth, Wood, Metal, Fire,” he chants in his best Mandarin, quickly tying a knot, then another. “Wood, Fire, Earth, Metal, Water.” When he ties the third knot, tighter than the others, his apartment roars. Oho, it’s working! “Fire, Metal, Wood, Earth. Thunder, come forth!”

And forth thunder comes. The second roar is certainly enough to make some neighbors fill a complaint; the lighting does not lag behind, zapping what it looks like Kanghyun’s coat, from distance. Obviously, it catches on fire immediately, but Kanghyun doesn’t even have time to curse before the heaviest, coldest bout of rain comes pouring violently inside his home.

“Oh wow, it works,” he declares to himself, feeling unexpectedly un-joyous at that. Well, he supposes it’s a good thing he knows it works… next time he can work on making it actually bottle-sized as he initially intended instead of… this.

Water is starting to reach his ankles. He’s aware most of his precious, precious books must be drowning by now, but it’s okay - he knows a near perfect drying charm. And maybe he can work on repairing his coat later, too.

Now, he only needs to figure out how to stop the storm.