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[a-casual-kpopfan]

Rain, Rain, Go Away - Haseul Ft. Jinsoul

It was dark night, clouds surrounding what felt like only around the home. The strong pitter patters of the rain droplets impact the window, the howls of strong winds can be heard from with in the home. With the sound of a storm, a loud bang is heard from the thunder, a bang so loud, waking up a certain red panda from her bed.

“Oh… Stupid storm…”

Haseul turns over in the large bed, seeing your side is completely empty. “Babe?” Haseul sits up, terrified that you’re not in bed. Your slippers aren’t at the side of the bed, the pillows don’t have any dents or signs that you even laid down. “BABE?” Haseul throws the comforter off her body, slipper her feet in slippers, almost running off the bed.

“Babe?! This isn’t funny!” Haseul walks out the bedroom, scared, anxious while grabbing her phone to use as a flashlight. The whole home is dark, asides from the sounds of the storm outside, the house is complete silent. Just the white sound of the clocks ticking in the home due to Haseul’s thing for collecting old style trinkets.

“I see why he doesn’t like the clocks now…” Haseul slowly passes by a ticking clock on the kitchen counter.

BANG

A loud crash can be heard outside, a loud thunderclap startling Haseul, screaming like a ghost laid their hand on her shoulder which caused her to drop her phone on the floor. Haseul is squatted down on the ground, covering her head, bracing for potential impact. After a minute of silence other than the rain and ticking, Haseul realized no one is going to bonk her on the head.

“Damn it…” Haseul stands up and picks up her phone from the ground.

1:08 AM.

“It’s late, where could he be?” She stares at her phone then brings it up to shine the light forward but shines at a photo of both you and Haseul. She slowly walked up to the photo and picked it up, she can remember that day like it just happened. The beaches of Jeju Island, the smell of the salty beach water, the sounds of seagulls squawking in the background.

“May the lovely couple say cheese!” The resort worker gets a camera out preparing to take a photo of you and Haseul. Instead of a regular smile, Haseul wraps both her arms around your neck pulling you in to kiss you on the cheek while your face is completely surprised.

Haseul smiles at the memory, it was the first vacation the two of you took alone. She takes a deep breath before putting the photo back on the shelf where she picked it up from.

Kerchunk.

A key turning the front door’s lock can be heard, Haseul picked up a bat that’s leaning against the wall, turning off her phone and getting ready to swing. The door opens and a dark figure walk in, Haseul lunging in and screaming “NOT TODAY YOU BASTARD!”

“BABE?!” You watch your girlfriend prepared to take a hard swing at you, thankfully you ducked instead of being frozen, but it led to a newfound hole in the wall… With a baseball bat sticking out of it. “Haseul?!” You stayed on the floor in shock to your stressed-out girlfriend ready to behead you.

“Oh, my goodness, I’m so sorry!” Haseul drops to her knees, shocked from who she almost potentially decapitated. “The storm! You weren’t here! The dark! I’m sorry!” In classic Haseul fashion, she starts rambling on about the last half hour, begins to cry like a little baby, well… Your little baby.

“Shh, shh, shh, it’s okay, I’m here now.” You take your wet coat off and move next to Haseul taking her in for a hug. Haseul went from crying to straight up weeping. “DON’T LEAVE ME ALONE LIKE THAT!” Your crying girlfriend starts hitting you ever so slightly while you just sit there and take the hits.

Although you couldn’t help but smile.

After a while of trying to get Haseul to calm down, taking the bat out of the wall, and changing out of your drenched clothes, you finally get in bed.

The storm settled down. Real silence has come across your home, you lay down in your spot in bed while Haseul is sitting up scrolling through her phone, assuming to be Tiktok or Instagram. “Honey, come lay down with me.” You tug on Haseul’s shirt, but she ignores it as she’s upset with you for not coming home sooner or leaving any messages.

“Babe?”

“…”

“Honey?”

“…”

“Haseul?”

You took a deep breath and sighed; you knew you had to do it. Moving from your laying position, you sit up and wrap both your arms around Haseul’s waist, resting your head on her shoulder as your breath tickles her neck ever so slightly. Haseul’s straight face starts to break into a small smile as she loves it when you hug her from behind.

Haseul continues to scroll through her phone trying to ignore your presence, but you hold on to her tighter and started rubbing you nose into neck, tickling her even more. Haseul couldn’t resist anymore, she puts her phone down, turns and smiles. “Fine, you got me!” Haseul proceeds to wrap her arms around your neck and begins to assault you with kisses all over your face.

The both of you go down on the bed with Haseul now on top of you, the kisses turn into cuddling, cuddling turn into snuggling. “Try not to swing the bat every time someone goes through the door.” You continue making fun of Haseul for nearly beheading you earlier tonight, Haseul digs her face into your chest trying to hide from embarrassment.

“I told you! I was scared!” Haseul kicked her feet up in the air and started whining as her yell is muffled in your chest. “I know babe, I know.” You chuckle with a smile on your face, you then go on to stroke Haseul’s long brown hair, easing her to sleep. “Mmm, I like that babe.” Haseul is finally relaxed, being in your arms, laying bed with you.

She wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

“Goodnight Seulie, I love you.”

~~~~~

The chirps of birds can be heard loud and clear, droplets of water fall off the leaves of a tree standing next to the home. The sunshine gleams around the tree’s branches and leaves, birds flying off here, flying in there. The storm has long gone past, leaving a beautiful morning behind.

Haseul then wakes up in her normal side on the bed, slowly opening her eyes. She sits up slowly then stretches her arms out, letting out a loud sigh. After a nice stretch, Haseul looks over to your side of the bed. All clean, untouched, as if no one was laying down with her last night. “Another night, eh?” Haseul feels your pillow with a little smile before getting out of the bed and getting herself ready for the day.

The house was empty, just filled with photo frames and your favourite baseball bat. Haseul comes out from the bedroom dressed and ready to go out for the day, before doing so she goes to her desk and opens a notebook.

After spending a minute writing an entry into the notebook, she then goes on to grab her jacket that’s hanging on the wall next to the door, noticing that there’s no hole in the wall. Haseul smiles as she feels the wall with her palm, it’s like new, like as if it’s never been smashed in.

Haseul puts her jacket and boots on, opening the door and looking back in her apartment before leaving.

“I’ll be back, babe.”

Haseul left her apartment, greeting people in her community as she’s lived in the area for the last few months, with you and her just moving in recently. “Good morning Haseulie!” The flower vender by the building whom both you and Haseul has visited often over the time. “Good morning auntie Hazel!” An elderly woman tending to the flower displays outside the store greets Haseul as she enters the store.

“Off visiting?” Auntie asks Haseul as she’s taking a look at what today’s selection holds. “Yes unnie, I’m going to go see him today before seeing Jinsolie today.” Haseul finds a bunch of white tulips resting in a large bucket with water. “Unnie, can I get a batch of these?” Haseul points over to the tulips, where auntie walks over and grabs a few to wrap up.

“You’re a good girl Haseulie, I’m sure he loves you so much.” Auntie mentions as she wraps the flowers in wrapping paper. “Thank you unnie, I’m sure he would love to visit if he had the time.” Haseul smiled at auntie who is happily finishing the wrapping for the flowers. “Here you go Haseulie, don’t worry about it today. A gift from me to the lovely couple.”

Auntie hands over the flowers to Haseul, not taking “no” as answer. “Thank you unnie.” Haseul bids goodbye shortly after a small conversation.

The brown-haired songstress decided to take a walk to her destination today instead of taking her car, she deemed today’s weather to be perfectly breezy with consideration that it rained like hell just last night.

~~~~~

Haseul arrives at the front gate of the property and seeing the back of a very familiar raven character.

“How did you know I would be here?”

The woman in a black blazer and skirt, wearing high boots turns around hearing the voice of Haseul. “Because of the thunderstorm Haseulie, I know you always visit.” Jinsol says with attitude and a stare, quickly turns into a smile and goes on to hug Haseul. “I always want to be here for support.”

The two friends walk through the entrance of property, a cemetery ground. Jinsol looked around the grounds and sees a few couples and families coming by to pay their respects to their loved ones, just as Haseul is today.

Jinsol looks ahead where the gravestone is set but she sees someone in front of the stone. “Hey isn’t that…?” Haseul started running away from Jinsol, the closer she got to the grave, the more familiar the figure would be.

“YAH PABO!”

Haseul yells out, causing a little bit of a scene making Jinsol cringe as some bystanders are starting to stare.

“YEAH PARK MIN-JOON!”

Your head suddenly shoots up from a praying position to see Haseul marching towards you, to your surprise as you weren’t expecting to see Haseul here so early. “Hi babe?~” Your voice was little shaky seeing a possibly fuming girlfriend?

“Why didn’t you wake me up!?” Haseul puffs her cheeks up while she stomps like a child, while you stand in front of her and chuckle. You pat the top of her head while she’s puffing her cheeks out “You were sleeping so peacefully; I would have hated to wake up you.” Jinsol comes walking up rolling her eyes at the smitten couple.

“Jinsol.” You greet Jinsol after seeing how unamused she is, acting as the third wheel. “Where’s Daewon?” At that moment you realized you poked the wrong button. “Bastard’s shooting with Jiwoo right now.” Jinsol mentions under her breathe, you start to get nervous seeing that Jinsol seems a little irritated with the question.

~~~~~

After spending some time at the cemetery, you decided to drive Jinsol and Haseul over to the Modhaus building before going back to the library for your shift. “How’s things with Daewon lately?” Jinsol in the backseat definitely looks very unamused, Haseul doesn’t think anything of it as Jinsol and Daewon have been rocky since the group came back from tour in September.

“Why don’t you ask the bastard yourself.” Jinsol speaks with attitude, surprising both you and Haseul. “Is something wrong Sol?” Haseul asks while looking back at the angry little betta. “The bastard is too busy to see me, can’t even come for lunch or even visit the dorm. Idiot.” Jinsol starts ranting to herself, she’s so focused on her thoughts, completely ignoring that she’s in the car with the both of you.

“You know you and Dae can always get back together.” And at that moment, something snapped.

“I DON’T WANT TO GET BACK WITH HIM.” Jinsol explodes in the backseat, both you and Haseul shut up and just stare straight on the road. “Who cares that he spends so much time with Jiwoo. Jiwoo this, Jiwoo that. HMPH.”

Haseul has never seen Jinsol this livid before, neither have you.

The car ride has continued in silence before arriving at the Modhaus building. “Hey Sol, I’ll meet you inside, okay?” Haseul lets Jinsol go ahead first, which the Blue Betta just shrugs off since she thinks Haseul just wants to kiss you “goodbye” before leaving.

Both Haseul and you look out the window to see Jinsol walking in the building to make sure she doesn’t have sight of both you.

“We need a plan.”

Haseul just smiles at you.

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Think of this as a teaser for Season 2 of the MoonVerse, a prolouge if you wish. - CKF

[artzy-jamie7302]

Its Friday you know what that means! I was going to upload this earlier but once again, terrible sleep schedule. Anyway the Persona series is one that I wanted to get into for the longest time, and while doing research the one that caught my eye the most was Persona 5. I loved the idea of them getting costumes, and since I've seen a good chunk of the Sun and Moon fandom make their own AU's, I decided to get in on the fun and make one of my own. (And hopefully wont be made fun of this time.) Sun and Moon Persona AU. Depending on how busy I am with college coming up I may or may not make reference sheets for them as well as their personas, which may take a while cause I don't know the first thing about drawing personas but I'll try. Enjoy!

[caramelcoeur]

This must be what thrill feels like, darling! Eventually, I fall into you...

You attack my heart!!!

Gif version of Xani below!

[mandysxmuses]

“Everyone seems to know everything about everything, apart from me.” - Lloyd @ Todd (could be either verse)

"What, and you think I do? I just got up here recently. I just learned what a fucking garbage truck was." He gave a playful laugh, but realizing levity probably wasn't going to completely get Lloyd to feel better, he nudged him with his elbow.

"You've got time to figure shit out. Lots of time. You know, everyone up here that knows all that shit had to learn it at some point too. Hell, I've heard people up here start up as babies that don't even know how to use a toilet."

[younaither]

— IDEA #9(?) ✧

!! THIS IDEA MAY NOT MAKE SENSE !!

this is purely self indulgent.

SAGAU with a carmen!reader (IMPOSTER AU)

maybe a bit of albedo x reader.....

- ...so yk how the usual SAGAU imposter au goes right? they hunt down reader and execute them...

- it seems that albedo, the only one who knows the truth — proceeded to somehow salvage what's left of reader's corpse and preserve their entire nervous system in a cryogenic chamber. that way, reader lives on as a voice. he's doing everything to get the reader's physical body back—machinery, chemically, everything is on the table for him.

- it's just like in the project moonverse, whenever someone is at their lowest — reader's voice seeps in their mind, encouraging them to let go of their worries and ‘live freely’.

- they don't know how much longer they can go on without going insane. they could even hear their voice in the leylines.

- of course teyvat still lives on, but rumors started spreading about the creator's voice haunting them. if it's the creator themself talking to them.. then it must be okay to let go, right?

- this must be a reward for terminating the imposter that dared to impersonate them.

- even the hilichurls, the slimes—every single being can hear their voice. they've become more aggressive to humans, but also at peace whenever they're alone. reader's voice is just like a lullaby to them.

- reader doesn't even see it* as wrong. in their eyes, they were just merely helping the people live happier lives.

(*encouraging the people to let go of their worries and whatnot.)

- reader's voice is omnipresent, listening to the people of teyvat's worries, doubts and whatnot—while giving ‘advice’. they're like a ‘therapist’ that encourages you to give in to your thoughts, whether impulsive or intrusive.

..basically:

person: "i can't do it anymore. i want to abandon everything, maybe even set my house on fire and run away—"

reader's voice inside their head: why don't you do it then? :) you'll be much happier that way.

it's up to the person to reject the reader's voice or not, but their voice will be back to haunt them again whenever they're having doubts.

life is hard being a project moon fan. take this idea with a grain of salt i tried my hardest to incorporate project moon in this 😞

[snugboatthe2st]

After hearing several hour long autistic rants about the Project Moonverse from my friend, this is the conclusion I've come to about the series. I've never played any of these games.

[kaibutsushidousha]

Do you think OC1 should've taken another part of type moonverse rather going extra since OC3 already had it's hands in it?

PAPERMOON is already more Heaven's Feel and Fate/Zero than EXTRA. Rani is not there to form the Fate/EXTRA cast along... literally no one. She's there to form the Melty Blood Back Alley Nightmare cast along Sion and Lev.

[eggonthemoon]

Tempted to make my own project moonverse oc

There are so many cool and interesting stories that can be told about the people living in the city

There is so much lore!! I want to know everything

[2broschlininahotub]

Hello again, I was doing some research into the Project Moonverse and I am curious as to which of the Anomalies/Abnormalities you would say is your favorite.

So far I am leaning towards 2 of them in particular, the first is Funeral Of The Dead Butterflies, in part due to the eerie design of it and the way it seems to be something of an Angel Of Death, not inherently malevolent nor quite benevolent, only wishing for the dead to be at ease.

That it was also my first real glimpse into the Project Moonverse, courtesy of you, has also earned it some brownie points in my book as well.

The second is the Drifting Fox due to its resemblance to the Great Gray Wolf Sif from Dark Souls, as well as my own fondness for animals...granted I am not so fond when they are blitzing me with a sword in their mouth lol.

Outside of those two I like the design of My Form Empties, in part due to how it seems to be a perversion or corruption of an otherwise holy idol and the uneasy feeling it gives off as such, and 4th Front Of The Smoke War, due to how it touches on the horrors of what seems to have been a nightmarish war that most have either forgotten about or wish to forget about.

A pair of honorary mentions as well, with the first going out to Punishing Bird, because provided no one does anything stupid, it is hilarious to watch harassing the employees of Lobotomy Corp lol.

The second is Der Freischutz and Der Shutze due to the stories they tell, and the way they play on the classical opera of the Free Shooter.

All of that said, I hope you stay safe and take care.

For me my favorites are back alley watch dog, Big and Will be bad wolf, Blue star and Wayward passenger.

Wayward passenger looking like a necromorph.

Blue star is one of favorites as the star and eldritch the ming in the design.

[a-casual-kpopfan]

Our Twilight - Series Finale: Haseul

Prolouge Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

A/N: So, you’ve reached the ending of “Our Twilight”.

If you’re seeing this, congrats for making it this far. Honestly, I didn’t expect to finish this series since it took me way too long to write them. But alas, here we are.

Haseul’s (and Joon’s) arc might have ended, but that doesn’t mean they have reached the end. They will appear more in other Moonverse installments, whether as the main or side characters. So, look forward to that.

Once again, thank you for reading this mini-series till the end, and I’ll see you all in the next fic.

Ghost, out.

The present day:

“Min-Joon…” Haseul tries her hardest to bite back her tears, although her efforts are of no avail as her tears just keep flowing freely down her cheeks, as repressed memories of her childhood come back in waves.

Happy moments, bitter arguments, gentle comfort, every single moment she spent with him, floods her mind, like a desert finally, finally getting its long-awaited downpour, so is Haseul with her long-forgotten, yet finally returned best friend.

Like a puppet whose string has been cut, Haseul plops down onto the floor, sobbing into her hands, tears of happiness mixed in with guilt as she remembered what she had said to him. It was her that had broken off her friendship. It was her that had repressed her own memories of him.

It was all her fault.

Contrary to the crying Haseul, Joon is incredibly confused, not knowing how to act, finally meeting his best friend, his first (and only) love after so, so long. Seeing her sobbing her heart out pains him greatly, yet he is at a loss for words. He kneels in front of her, slowing patting her back gently, making circular motions on her back. Just like how he did back then whenever he comforts her.

And just like back then, it doesn’t take long for Haseul to latch herself onto him, her arms wrapping around his torso and her face digging into his shoulder. Her body’s still trembling, with Joon feeling his shirt getting wet from her tears. But he doesn’t mind, Haseul takes priority of course.

And so, both sit there on the ground, with Haseul sobbing onto Joon’s shoulder, and Joon slowly soothing her. Just like old times.

“Haseul!” And just like old times, Jinsol comes barreling like a hurricane, with her hands on her knees panting profusely, interrupting whatever moment Joon and Haseul has with each other.

“Well, hello there.” Joon lets out a somewhat neutral greeting, unaware if Jinsol remembers him or not while Haseul not bothering to respond to Jinsol’s entrance.

“‘Hello?’ Are we that far apart already, Joon?” Jinsol pouts as she gathers her breath, finally gathering enough strength to stand up straight.

Joon snickers slightly at her remark. “Sorry, I don’t know if you also forgot about me.”

“Well…” Jinsol lets out an awkward laugh “I kind of did, because I didn’t hear Haseul mentioning you for a long time.” Jinsol looks down embarrassedly “Forgive me?”

“Daewon didn’t mention about me either?” “Well, after seeing Haseul not reacting to your name when we mentioned you, we agreed not to mention you again.” Jinsol explains.

“Ah.” Joon chuckles, patting the shaking Haseul that has somehow wrapped her arms around him tighter. “That makes sense I suppose.”

“You’re not mad?”

“Why would I be?” Joon counters with another question.

“Well, we promised to stay in contact, but I totally forgot about it.” Guiltily, Jinsol glances around the room.

“Dae visited me a lot, so technically still stayed in touch. I already counted you and Dae as one, also, took you guys long enough.” Teasingly, Joon adds a joke at his friend’s relationship, earning a blush and a shout from Jinsol.

“Yah!” In an effort to divert the topic, Jinsol stops Joon from teasing her by asking another question.

“What’s with the ‘MJ’ thing, anyways?”

Joon lets out a hum as he’s soothing Haseul, who is no longer shaking, but is still clingy onto him.

Seeing him being non-responsive, Jinsol presses on. “If I remember correctly, you refused the offer back then, right? Then how did you become a trainee that almost debuted?”

“It’s a long story, Jinsol.”

 “I want to hear it.” Before Jinsol can respond, Haseul’s voice is heard. Coarse and raspy from her sobbing, but undeniably hers. Joon looks down to see her looking up at him with her blood-shoot eyes. “Please Joonie, I don’t want to make the same mistake again.” She gives him a pleading look, one that he knows he can’t ever deny her. He is still very many head over heels for her, although this is neither the place, or time for that.

“Alright, just, let me move to the chair really quick.” Surprising both Jinsol and Haseul, Joon stands up, with Haseul still clinging onto him, with relative ease. “Are you eating properly, Haseul?” He frowns, sitting down at a nearby chair. “I am…” Despite her momentary surprise, Haseul quickly settles down on his lap, like she is claiming her rightful place once again.

“You guys are making me miss Daewon…” Jinsol pouts at her friends, taking a seat next to them.

“Sorry not sorry.” Joon snickers, earning a smack on the shoulder by Jinsol.

With everyone situated, Joon, although a bit reluctant, starts to reminisce back to his trainee days, giving them all the details but carefully omitting those of his own feelings. As much as he wants to tell everything, he can’t bear to tell her that he once hated her, just because he didn’t understand his own feelings towards her.

Seeing her breaking down just from seeing him again is like a stab to his heart, he wishes to spare her from the pain, less she thinks that it was her fault again.

But it wasn’t her fault, it was never hers.

It was his, and his fault entirely.

Just like how Joon frequently tells stories to little kids visiting the library, he tells Jinsol and Haseul a brief summary of his supposed dark past that they weren’t a part in. Navigating through his own feelings back then, he now knows what to tell, and what not to tell.

Some things are better left unsaid after all.

“Wah, so you went through all that trouble because you thought Haseul would meet you again if you became an idol?” Jinsol is equally amazed and confused.

“That’s quite stupid though. If you want to talk to her, you could've called or something.” Jinsol crosses her arms and legs with a little attitude thinking that Joon went a little extreme with his actions.

“Younger me was depressed and stubborn, it was hard talking any reason into him. God bless my aunt for putting up with me.”

“Glad you know that.” He jolts, looking up at the source of the voice: his aunt, leaning against the bookshelf that acts as the door to the secret room. “So, this is where you’ve been hiding, you brat.” She whistles, looking around. “Dad really did make a hidden room.” She mumbles to herself, before turning back to the group of people sitting at the center of the room.

“Hi Seulie, Jinsol.” she smiles gently at the girls. “AH! AUNTIE!” Jinsol seems to be having her second epiphany of the day. “I’M SO SORRY I DIDN’T RECOGNIZE YOU!” She stands up and bows immediately to the amusement of his aunt. “It’s ok Jinsol, it’s been a long time.”

“Auntie…” Haseul mumbles, still sitting on Joon’s lap, with her face looking down.

Even without seeing his aunt, Haseul can feel her hand patting the top of her head. “Glad to see you again, Haseul.” Haseul doesn’t need to see her face to know the gentle smile that she always has on her face while talking to Haseul.

Haseul must bit down her bottom lips to prevent her tears from spilling out, only giving out a small nod.

“I know this is a heartwarming reunion for you guys, but I really need borrow Joon, are you guys ok with it?”

Jinsol nods, opposite of Haseul who refused at first but then let him go knowing he's working at the moment.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be back quick, I promise.” Joon seems to sense her hesitation, causing him to smile gently at her. “... Ok…” Haseul finally gets off his lap, as his aunt immediately pulls him out of the room leaving the two girls alone in the room.

“Who would have thought that your ‘prince charming’ would be your former best friend.” Jinsol scratches her nape, finding this situation hilarious and just as equally confusing.

“Mhmm…” is Haseul’s only response.

“Haseul?” Jinsol turns to her, patting her shoulder “You know he doesn’t blame you, right?”

Haseul only stares down onto the floor, not willing to answer that question.

Seeing that there’s no way to prompt an answer out of Haseul, Jinsol decides to shift the topic.

“Now that you found him, what do you plan to do?” Jinsol isn’t expecting an answer from Haseul, yet she does receive one. One that is honestly, quite scary.

“I’m not letting him go again.”

----

Later that day…

Jinsol has already left a while ago, leaving Haseul alone with her thoughts while waiting for Joon.

Truth be told, Haseul is glad that she has some alone time right now, it is hard to deal with the mess that is her repressed memories with someone keep trying to make conversations to her. Though it would make a good distraction, Haseul needs none of that right now.

Sitting at the seating area of the library provides Haseul a good view of Joon going about his work. Helping people in finding their books, rearranging the shelves, even reading books to children who are too young to read. Haseul can’t help but be proud, and yet saddened at the same time.

Where have she been all this time?

Undoubtedly, Haseul knows that Joon has been following her progress all this time, and though he might not say it, Haseul knows that there are other forces driven Joon into doing this.

He wouldn’t have become a trainee just to see her again, he would just barge into the company to do that. Haseul can’t help but chuckle a bit, younger Joon can be so stubborn at times.

Glancing at Joon who is adding more books to the shelves, Haseul can’t help but feel a dagger stabbed into her heart. Regardless of whatever the reason was, Joon has been following her progress. So then, where was she?

What did she do?

Didn’t she promise him that she would never leave him? That they would always be friends? Then why is it that she missed out on… All of this? She glances back at Joon. Why did she miss out on him growing up and maturing into the man standing here?

Why did she miss out on him struggling and coping with her leaving, even resorting to doing the one thing that he didn’t want to, just to get a chance to see her again?

Haseul knows the answer to it, though she is too ashamed for it. She was selfish.

She was selfish for thinking that Joon would follow her anywhere and do anything with her, even if it was something that he did not like. It was this selfishness that caused her to turn her back against him when he didn’t follow her, despite the countless time that he had followed her before.

She was delusional to think that just because Joon agreed to participate in the contest with her, meant that he would follow her into the idol life.

Selfishness caused her to tune him out of her life, thinking that he betrayed her, and their promise, and even denied him an explanation that he definitely deserved.

If only she wasn’t so selfish.

If only she listened to him.

If only they stayed friends.

Looking back at it, it wasn’t that big of a deal that Joon refused to be a trainee. Even if Haseul got busier and busier, they would still find a way to stay in touch. Their friendship was too strong to be broken over a mere busy working schedule.

Why was it that she was so upset over it? Haseul mulls it over. Was it because of the fact that Joon didn’t follow her out of her selfishness?

Was it because she has had false hope that she would be able to convince him?

Was it because she didn’t want to let him go?

Was it because she liked him- Ah.

She liked him.

She never had the guts to say it to him, but she liked him, very much. It was because of her promise with him that pulled her through the time she spent studying abroad, the thought of seeing him again motivated her to no end.

She liked him so much. She didn’t think that she would ever be separating from him. She never thought she would be with anyone besides him.

No. ‘like’ wasn’t enough to describe it.

She loved him, though she never realized it, but she did. That was why she was so upset back then, she thought he betrayed her, betrayed them.

Haseul falls into a rabbit hole of her own mind, her thoughts spiraling out of control with every minute she’s left alone by herself. The more she thinks, the more depressing the thoughts, she isn’t worthy of being a kpop idol, she isn’t worthy of being friends with Joon again. She doesn’t deserve-

“Haseul?”

With just one word, Haseul is brought back from the depth of her mind, back to the real world, only to see Joon, standing in front of her but lowering himself so he’s at eye level with her. “Are you ok?”

“Y-yeah! I’m fine Joon-ah” Haseul immediately puts up a smile for him, a smile that she is so used to practicing that she can pull it out instantly. “Do you need something?” Before Joon can continue asking, Haseul interrupts him first.

Joon stays silent for a while before asking. “Well, my work is finished for the day, want to go back? I can give you a ride.”

“Can I visit your home instead?” Haseul doesn’t think twice before asking. “Are you sure about that?” He raises his eyebrow. “Aren’t you busy with your schedules?”

“Like I said, I’m really fine, Joon.” She once again flashes her smile at him, but seemingly at no effect because Joon keeps looking at her with a worried expression.

“If you insist.” In the end, Joon doesn’t deny her request. After a short talk to his aunt, he and Haseul leaves the library, the afternoon breeze hit their face immediately as the sky cast an orange glow down onto the streets below, indicating the near end of a day.

“I live near here, so I usually walk, I hope that’s fine with you.” Joon glances at her, to which Haseul gives him a small smile “I don’t mind.”

The walk to his home is filled with awkward silence, as they both don’t know how to talk to each other again after so long. It seemed like it was just yesterday that they were walking to school together, making jokes, teasing each other, and talking about the most random thing they can think of.

Now, here they are, years later, as grown adults, and it seems like their once friendship was gone, puff up into smokes, nowhere to be seen.

Luckily, it doesn’t take long for them to reach his place.

“After you.” Like a gentleman, Joon opens the door for her to go in first. “Aw, so gentlemanly~” Haseul can’t help but coo, reminded by his behaviours back then. He was also like this towards her.

“Make yourself at home, I’ll prepare something for us.” Joon motions to the living room while heading towards the kitchen for some refreshments, and Haseul is left alone to wander around his place.

The apartment isn’t too big, but it’s enough to accommodate for one person. The decorations are actually well picked, for a guy living alone. Haseul snickers. The walls are covered in a deep blue color, adorned with a few posters and picture frames.

Off to the side, at the far corner is a small bookshelf, as expected of a librarian. Besides that, the furniture placement reminded her of his old home that he used to live with his aunt: homey, cozy, nostalgic.

“I see that you’re already familiarize yourself with the place?” Joon comes back with 2 mugs of juice, setting them down on the coffee table. “Well, just a glance and I can see your aunt’s fingerprint all over the place.” She smirks at him.

“To be fair I did choose the wall color, and that bookshelf.” Joon shrugs, sitting down at the couch then patting the spot next to him.

Though somewhat reluctant, Haseul sits down next to him, her eyes immediately noticing the mugs on the table. “It’s my mug…” She smiles nostalgically. Due to how often she visited his place, his aunt brought some extra stuffs for her to use whenever she stayed over, and this mug was one of them.

“Mhmm, my aunt wanted to give it away, but I kept it, for nostalgia's sake.” He takes a sip of his mug. “Apple juice, it’s too late for coffee, and I don’t have any soju here.” Haseul just holds up the mug, staring down onto the liquid inside, before looking back at him. “You remembered.” Apple juice is also her favorite juice.

“I grew fond of it over time.” Joon shrugs like it was just a coincidence. Haseul remains silent as she looks at him, then takes a sip of her juice, her eyes already brimming with tears. “Min-Joon, I-”

Before she can say anything, Joon leans forward to wipe her tears away with a handkerchief, before placing a finger on her lips. “Shush, it’s ok Haseul.” He smiles softly “We don’t have to talk about it now. I’m just glad to have my friend back.” With a quick motion, he pinches her cheek.

“But-”

“Nah ah, no buts.” Joon cuts her off. “If you want to say something, how about you tell me about your idol life? I’m kind of curious about it.”

Despite her best effort, Joon’s earnest gaze at her makes her unable to deny his wish, so she starts to recount those days of her trainee turned idol life.

Whatever kind of awkward they have left ever since the library and on the way home soon faded away while they converse with each other. They say it’s easy to relapse into a bad habit if you’re not careful enough, and it’s the same here, not to say what they have together is bad or anything.

Haseul and Joon takes no time to ease back into their regular routine: her talking and ranting about various stuffs while Joon listens intently, with a few jokes and teases here and there.

Unbeknownst to Haseul, the stress and guilt she has lessen while in the presence of Joon. To be able to talk, to confine to her best friend again, she feels relief, that Joon doesn’t hold a grudge against her, and that he is still the best friend that she once had.

It feels nice, great, even, Haseul thinks, to be with him again. Her thought inevitably goes back to the past, back when she had feelings for him. Does she still view Joon in that way? The answer is unsurprisingly, yes.

She wouldn’t have gone through all the pain of looking for him again, if she never had anything for him. Deep within her heart, some part of it still craves for Joon. Crave to be with him, to love him and be loved by him. Maybe that’s why she tried to find him again. As cheesy as this sounds, Joon has been such an important part of her childhood, she feels empty without him.

Without the both of them realizing, the sun has already set, and there are still so many things left to be said. “Ah, it’s quite late…” Joon glances at the clock, his voice indicates a sense of regret. “Come, I’ll give you a ride back.” He stands up, or tries to, only to be stopped by Haseul holding his hand.

“Joon-ah, wait, there’s something I want to say.” She looks at him pleadingly when he opens his mouth to say something “I’ll probably regret it my whole life if I don’t say it, so please, give me this chance.” Joon bit his lower lips in contemplating before turning his body to him, indicating that she has his full attention.

“Thank you, Joon-ah” she smiles lightly. “I’m also sorry. I know just apologizing isn’t fair to you, especially with what you’ve been through, but I need to say it.” Haseul holds both of his hands in hers. “I’m sorry for being selfish for wanting you to follow me. I’m sorry for not giving you a chance to fully explain yourself. I’m sorry for tuning you out of my life just because you wanted to follow your dream.” Her tears start to stream down her cheeks as she looks at him with her bloodshot eyes full of guilt and regret. “I’m sorry for breaking our promise. I’m really…. Sorry.” She starts to sob, her emotions overwhelming her at once.

Joon pulls her into a tight hug, his hands caressing her head and back gently as she is pressed fully against his chest, her arms wrapping around his torso. “It’s ok Haseul, It’s ok…” she hears his voice on top of her head as he rests his chin on it. “It was partly my fault as well. You don’t have to blame yourself.” Hearing his gentle voice soothing her, Haseul can’t help but break down once again, sobbing onto his chest as she grasps his shirt for dear life, like she was afraid that he might disappear if her grasp was to loosen just a bit.

Patiently, Joon continues to soothe her with gentle gestures, a few small pats on her head, his hand circling her trembling back. Old patterns come back, and Haseul soon finds tears dried, yet she is relaxed into his embrace. Like 2 halves of a puzzle, she feels complete in his arms, like it was meant to be.

“I love you.” Haseul suddenly says, her voice muffled by his shirt.

“Hmm?” Joon is surprised to hear this, yet he feints calmness “What did you just say?” Though there’s no fooling Haseul, with her head so close to his chest, she can feel his heart beating wildly.

She looks up at him. Her eyes resolute, firm, like what she just said wasn’t a declaration of love, but a declaration of war. “I love you.” She repeats the sentence clearly, instantly flustering Joon. “W-what?”

“I know we just met again today, but I don’t want to lose you again.” Her gaze softens, hints of guilt flashing through her eyes. “I can’t just pretend that I didn’t ghost you for a good part of your life. But I can repay you for it.”

Though speechless, Joon gently parts himself away from Haseul’s hug, holding her by her shoulders as he tries to find words to say. “Look, Haseul. You don’t need to pity me just because you ghosted me like that. Don’t force yourself into doing this, we can just be friends-”

Haseul isn’t going to let Joon finish his words. She tackles him onto his couch, then straddles him, her hands cupping his cheek as she stares down at him. “I’m not forcing myself, Min-Joon.” Her voice turns incredibly soft and tender “I really, genuinely love you.” Her smile seems to be the sun itself, radiating, as Joon can help but blush slightly from it.

“The reason I was angry with you back then, was because I liked you so much, that the thought of you not following me broke my heart into pieces.” Tears threaten to fall out of her eyes, yet she continues. “I lost you once, I don’t want to lose you again, Joonie.” Her lips trembles, her eyes casting downward, away from his gaze. “Please….”

“You pabo.” Haseul looks up at Joon, surprised to see tears flowing out his eyes as he raises a hand up to her cheek. “I thought I would never hear that from you.” He chokes on his tears “I thought, I could only stand and watch you from afar.” His thumb wiping away her cheek in a futile attempt. “I love you too, Seulie. I’ve loved you for so long…”

Overwhelmed by her own emotions, Haseul leans down to claim his lips, the both of them sharing a passionate kiss. The combined culmination of everything they’ve felt and suppressed this entire time, their anger, their frustration, their kiss, all melted into this one kiss. As such, their lips do not part from each other, until the both of them need to catch their breaths.

“Be mine?”

“Always have been.”

Just a short exchange, nothing more, nothing less, before their lips are glued to each other again, their kiss turns passionate, fiery as Haseul’s arms wrap around Joon’s neck, and his arms wrap around her waist. Soon before long, their tongues intertwined in a heated dance for dominance, as their kiss turns into a full out make out session, with none backing down from each other.

Once again, they must part away due to their lack of air, a string of saliva still connecting their lips as they gaze at each other, their eyes full of unsaid emotions.

“Let’s do it.” Haseul says, her intention obvious enough. “There’s no turning back from this, you know.” True to himself, Joon gives her a warning. But instead of answering his question verbally, Haseul’s hands sneak underneath his shirt, feeling up his toned abdomen. “What about your schedules?” “Jinsol can cover for me.” Sorry Jinsol.

“What about-”

“You don’t want to do it with me?” Haseul pouts, her hands still resting on his stomach.

Instead of answering her, he suddenly flips her over, earning a yelp from her as he is now looming on top of her, her body stuck between him, and the couch. “I just don’t want you to have any regret.” He looks down at her, his face a mixture of lust and consideration.

“The only thing I regret is not getting together with you sooner.” Haseul smiles sweetly, her hand reaching up to cup his cheek. “Now take me, my love.”

Leaning against the palm of her hand for the briefest of moment, Joon slowly lowers himself down onto her, his lips latching onto her neck as he gives her the gentlest of kisses and nibbles.

Haseul squirms underneath his touch, his nibbles and kisses are more than enough to stimulate her, to arouse her, to excite her.

“I’m never letting you go again.” Was arguably to last sentence spoken between the two of them before both of them dissolve into what could be called, passionate lovemaking.

Groans, moans, and the sound of slapping reverberate the apartment as the newly formed couple consummate their once-broken relationship, now whole and complete again, and arguably stronger than before. They lose track of how many times they did it before the collapse into a heaping pile of sweats, tears, and various other liquid. But none of them minded. Because in that moment, they have each other, and that is enough for them.

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Blink.

More blinks.

Even more blinks.

Rising from her deep slumber from an exhausting night, Haseul is having a hard time to wake up right now. It takes all her strength just to blink her eyes slowly, making sure that her eyes are accustomed to what little light there is in the bedroom. After a while, Haseul finally gathers enough strength to sit up. And as she does, she is greeted with a surprise: She isn’t in her room. Also, and she isn’t wearing anything underneath the blanket.

Frantically, Haseul pulls the blanket close to her as she looks around the surroundings in a frightening matter. Thankfully, she doesn’t have to do this for long, as memories of the day before gradually flows back into her still half-asleep brain, and she realizes where she’s at: Joon’s bedroom.

Knowing that she’s safe now, Haseul takes her time looking around his room instead, taking in the sight of his personalized room. Given that it isn’t that much different from his old bedroom back then, but Haseul doesn’t mind. It’s good to know that there’s still something that just doesn’t change.

“Hello, you.” So absorbed in her thought, Haseul doesn’t even notice Joon standing at the door, in his hands a tray of food.

“Hey.” She responds with a small smile at the sight of him. “Did you bring me here?” Joon puts the tray on the bedside table before setting up a small table for Haseul on the bed, moving the tray to there instead. “Yeah, sleeping on the bed is more comfortable than sleeping on the couch.” He answers with a chuckle.

A curt nod from Haseul, before she is distracted by the tray of breakfast laid in front of her. Though it’s just a few simple dishes, she is starving as activities from last night left her drained. “Eat it, it’s for you.” Haseul just digs in at this point, her hunger taking over her at this moment.

Joon just sits there, next to her, watching her devouring his food with a smile, yet it seems like he’s not fully here with her, like his mind is wandering elsewhere.

Of course, that doesn’t Haseul’s sense, as she looks at him quizzically. “What’s wrong?” Snapping back from his thought, Joon gives her an apologetic smile “Sorry, I was just thinking about…us.”

“May I ask why?” Haseul swallows the last of her food, before diverting her full attention to Joon.

“I’m…I’m afraid that our relationship might implicate your work.” Knowing he can’t hide anything from Haseul, Joon decides to be honest. “You’re arguably at the height of your career. Your fans love you. But I’m afraid that everything you built up to might crumble, just because of me.” Joon looks away. “I’m just a librarian, Seulie, I’m-”

Joon’s word is cut off by Haseul as her lips sealed his for a quick kiss.

“You.” She looks at him. “Are the mysterious trainee that caused an uproar at a variety show and disappear. Do you know how much people’s been raving for you? How many people who’s been claiming that you are their bias, despite not being an idol?” Haseul’s hands squish his cheek, forcing him to look at her. “Don’t you dare say that you’re not worth it, when it only took you one performance to reach the popularity that costed me 2 years of hard work.”

“I’m…sorry?” Joon is incredibly confused with Haseul’s action. On one hand, she seems to be consoling him, but on the other hand, she seems to be letting our all her frustration that was caused by him.

“Don’t say that you’re not worth it. Because for me, I would sacrifice everything, to get you back with me.” Haseul smiles sweetly, pecking his lips. Joon can’t really do nothing but smile at her. His friend, turn best friend, estranged, yet together once more, now as his girlfriend instead.

“I love you Seulie.”

“I love you too Joonie.”

The two of them share another quick kiss before being interrupted by someone’s phone buzzing constantly. “Must be Jinsol and the girls.” Haseul snickers.

“So?” Joon looks at her. “Gimme a few, I need a shower, and a fresh pair of clothes.” She then pecks his cheek “Then I need you to give me a ride back to the dorm, sounds good?” Joon nods, “Good, now get out, I need to shower.” Haseul playfully shoves Joon away, which he obliges and gets out of his room.

A few minutes later….

Haseul emerges from his bathroom, clean from their rodeo last night, wearing her clothes, with just a few more additions.

“Hey, isn’t that my hoodie?” Joon protests.

“Yes, and?” Haseul glares at him, daring him to take it back.

“Never mind.” And of course, he gives up almost instantly.

“That’s more like it” She smiles, approaching him, her hand quickly intertwined with his.

“Let’s go?”

“Yes.”

And so, the new couple set out from the apartment, starting a new chapter in their relationship.

The road they took to get here was arduous and full of pain and heartache, but thanks to it, their relationship is reinforced even stronger than before. Nothing will stand between them, not anymore.

.

.

.

“Oh, by the way, you’re going to meet the girls as well. They already knew about my search for you, so they are expecting you.”

“God damn it. Fine.”

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A/N: For those who thought this would be an angst really thought I would be that heartless? I'm disappointed. Lol

[hexedcyana]

Broken Moonverse - World Map

World map I'm gonna update as I release more projects. So far here are the finalized countries.

Union- A once fractured collection of smaller countries is now a monolith nation containing some of the biggest cities in the world. It's history is mired in conflict in bloodshed, but overall it's a pretty good place to live.

-Appears in Shrapnel with the southeastern city of Capstone.

Oonfor- With lots of coastal white stone cities. It's home to many ancient temples in service to an a long gone moon deity. The landscape still seems scared with events from long ago.

-Appears in Infinite Mirror as the location of the moon temple

Cordova- A poor country with a checkered past. It honestly does not have that strong of a government, with each village acting mostly alone. There is technically a leader of the country but at this point it's mostly ceremonial.

-Appears in Omen Kartographer as the ruins that contain the Black Rainbows

[caramelcoeur]

Like the moon spinning around the earth, we'll be seeing each other on the love trail!

Surely, you're my destiny?

Close-ups under the cut <3

[mandysxmuses]

"I am NOT useless!"

"... I-I mean, the stuff I get is not useless!"

He held the soap behind his back and huffed with agitation, wanting to move quickly past what he had said and just settle things down.

"Besides, this obviously means I got my paycheck, and you know I didn't spend all of that money on some soap. I'm sure I have enough for my part of the rent."

"What I want you to is pay bills instead of buy useless shit!" She sighed, running a hand over her face. "..Let me rephrase. Help me with bills and rent first and then buy stupid shit. And don't say its a gift again - I can see the price tag."

[hirokiyuu]

project moonverse makes me insane. i think im normal and hten i rmbr literally anytihng from lobocorp and i start screaming. GOD

[patches-of-thistle]

i dont write these ever but: personal discourse with pm games and its community

read at your own discretion, this is a long bout of whining

ive come to the realization just recently, but ive finally noticed why im so defensive about lobcorp and why im so resentful of the majority of the pm community

its because i originally got into project moon solely FOR lobcorp. i never once thought project moon would be so grand, or get so big, after lobcorp. i got into the series because i wanted something to play, and lobcorp scratched that itch at that moment

im not trying to be elitist and say, “oh how i got into it is the right way! you guys arent enjoying this the way its meant to be” because thats not my point anymore. people in the pm community are after different things and ive finally come around to understanding it now

its just that i feel so heartbroken when something as inconspicuous as lobcorp is merely written off as “just a hurdle of writing that you get past to understand the story later on”. it feels like people entirely miss how detached its meant to be from the other games

it feels like people treat it as something lesser than itself by stripping away everything that its supposed to be, or is of substance to the game, and comparing whatever left of it is relevant to later series. which, imo, is doing the game a HUGE injustice solely because “peak writing” succeeds it

and while that may be true, thats like tunnel-visioning yourself till its laser-focused. people stop enjoying the game because its PROJECT MOON, not LOBOTOMY CORP or LIBRARY OF RUINA

their expectations completely strip away the identity of the game and that fact alone annoys me. theres nothing wrong with them wanting nothing but the writing out of it; maybe they want to understand a future game better, thats perfectly fine by me. theyre getting what they want out of the game, which is what i want

i just dont like people who DONT view it as something important and trash it, but still believe themselves a connoisseur of the series because they skimmed a video on its lore since it was “as much of a snoozefest as the gameplay”, so they understand almost nothing about its story or what is relevant to where

im going to end this here and say that, even though ive written this much, i still dont quite have everything i wanted said yet and i even had to do a few rewrites, but. once again:

im tired of people who view them as “other project moon games”. theyre their own products. you dont have to enjoy them, but that doesnt give someone the right to say that you shouldnt be playing it just because “library of ruina is peaker and retains the best aspects of lobcorp” or “limbus is more refined, why arent you just playing that?”

im sick of lobcorp being written off as “just part of the project moonverse”, then being compared to newer installments. the “better games”, which dont even follow the same gameplay premise as the last, yet people turn a blind eye to just because of the hype

[determination-personified]

]moonverse. too surges mock each other's SO's wheeeze]