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The Name Chapter: Temptation

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The moment he closed his eyes, he could feel that something had changed.

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Genre: elements of fanstasy, mystery, slight angst and friendship fluff [No reader insert, no romance/sex]

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Devil By The Window

Yeonjun awoke from a scratching noise.

At first, he had brushed it off as just a part of his imagination, the sound perfectly blending into his dream. He began twisting and turning in his bed as the scratching got louder, unease taking over his body.

Then, the scratching stopped.

Tap tap tap tap tap

It had now turned into a tapping noise, louder than the scratching had been, growing more persistent as time went on.

Finally, it had gotten too loud, too irregular.

Though his dream ebbed away, the tapping remained, unrelenting.

Yeonjun opened his left eye, peeking towards the source of the sound.

The tapping stopped as his sight landed on a bright figure, so bright that his tired eye couldn't make out any defining features. The figure was by his window, and though Yeonjun knew he should be alarmed by an intruder in the night, he didn't feel like he had to be. He felt uncomfortable, yes, but not unsafe. Something about the figure led him to continue laying still in his bed, one eye slowly blinking.

"Yeonjun"

Yeonjun's body tensed.

"I can take you to the place you've been dreaming of" the voice spoke.

Yeonjun didn't dare react.

"You will experience what you've been craving, what you've been begging for every night before you go to sleep."

Yeonjun mustered up the courage to reply.

"That's impossible" he croaked.

"It's not. I'm granting you one afternoon until the late evening."

"What's the catch?" Yeonjun mumbled, still drowsy.

"There's no catch, as long as you return in the night. If you don't, I can't help you. Now relax, close your eyes." Yeonjun caught a glimpse of the figure moving towards him as he followed the instructions.

The moment he closed his eyes, he could feel that something had changed.

Sugar Rush Ride

His sense of hearing was first to return.

There was a loud sound, constant, with a rhythm to it, but Yeonjun could not place it.

Then, he felt a poking sensation on his cheek, a slightly uncomfortable surface scratching at his skin.

Then, something was shaking his shoulder, quickly raising him from his slumber.

"Yeonjun"

Yeonjun opened his eyes, the bright sunlight blinding him for a moment.

"Come on, the others are getting ready to leave."

Finally, Yeonjun could make out the face of the person talking to him.

"Beomgyu... what is- where" he looked around, his view clearing up every time he blinked. He looked around.

The sun shined brightly in the clear blue sky, blinding Yeonjun. Shielding his eyes, he took in where he was. Blue waves, calm and rhythmical, sand underneath his fingertips.

Beomgyu who was standing in front of him impatiently gestured for him to get up.

"They're already all the way over there, stop sleeping!"

Yeonjun followed Beomgyu's gesturing hands, his eyes landing on three figures, walking towards the trees that had grown a few feet away.

"Beomgyu, is that..."

"Soobin, Kai, Taehyun. Let's go, I don't know how much time we have."

"But-"

"Come on"

Dragging Yeonjun up by his right arm, Beomgyu pulled him towards the others.

There was a cottage that appeared if you walked past three rows of trees, one Yeonjun had never seen before.

Before he could ask any questions, Taehyun had already opened the door, welcoming the others in.

"Water, herb tea or orange juice, what do you want?"

The other four looked at each other for a moment before Huening Kai spoke up first.

"Orange juice, please"

Soobin followed, asking for the same, while Yeonjun took up the offer of drinking tea, Beomgyu decided to stick to water.

When Taehyun disappeared to the kitchen to fetch the drinks, Yeonjun turned to the others.

"Am I- is this- Am I out of my mind?"

The others barely reacted, though Yeonjun could spot Soobin shaking his head in the corner of his eye.

"No? Ok. So this... this is strange, right?"

"It's not" Huening Kai replied before Yeonjun could finish his question.

"We're at the beach. We went to the beach, like, five times before this."

"But-"

"Do we not go to the beach together?" Kai's voice was low, but it didn't sound necessarily calm.

"Well yes, but-"

"Then it's normal that we're at the beach together. Nothing is strange."

Taehyun reentered the room, carrying in a tray of drinks for the others along with tea for himself.

Happy Fools

Taehyun's cottage was beautiful, simply being inside filled Yeonjun with a sense of comfort he wanted to bask in.

The white flowers that decorated the tables and windowsills were especially eye-catching, he wasn't sure but something about them instilled a feeling of familiarity in him.

When he asked Taehyun about them, he just shrugged, answering that they were called Chrysanthemum, though he couldn't remember where he got them.

Their conversation ended there, Yeonjun's attention instead shifting onto Beomgyu who was urging them to finish their drinks and go back outside again.

Outside, Kai turned to the others with a glint in his eye.

"That patch with the pink flowers!"

Barely having finished his sentence he started running towards the goal he had set in the distance. Taehyun followed immediately after, quickly catching up to the youngest of the bunch. Beomgyu, who had been caught off for a second too long, trailed behind, though the distance between him and the other two was considerably big.

Yeonjun turned to Soobin who was still walking in a regular walking pace next to Yeonjun.

"Where's your competitive spirit, Soobin? Don't you usually join in?"

Soobin kicked something that was at his feet, Yeonjun assumed it must have been some stick or rock of some sort.

"Why aren't you joining? Weren't you the one who originally started this game?"

Yeonjun shrugged, thinking about his next answer.

"I don't know, Soobin."

"Me neither."

The oldest couldn't meet the other's eyes.

"Why doesn't that make me feel any better? Or worse?"

"I don't know, Yeonjun. I want to throw myself into it but I'm scared I'll ruin it."

"Yeah"

They were silent for a few second before Soobin's head snapped up.

"But there's no way I'm losing against you"

In a blink he had set off, leaving Yeonjun behind.

When Yeonjun finally caught up with the others, they were already comfortably laying inbetween the pink flowers, waiting for Yeonjun to arrive.

Kai, his head resting on Taehyun's stomach, blinked up at him.

"You're so slow."

"And you're childish"

Yeonjun flicked Kai's forehead, then let his own head rest on Kai's stomach.

"Kai might be childish but at least he's not old", Beomgyu pointed out.

"I'm two years older than you, that's not exactly retirement age."

"I wouldn't be too sure... is that a gray hair?"

Yeonjun squeezed his eyes shut as though that could help with tuning out Beomgyu's teasing.

Comfortable silence fell over the five.

"What do you guys think about Peter Pan?"

Beomgyu was first to respond. "What do you mean, Taehyun? As a story? I guess I liked it as a kid, I don't really remember it now."

Soobin chimed in: "Or like Peter as in the character? Cause he was kind of annoying."

"No, not that" Taehyun replied.

"As a concept. Being young forever. Never growing up."

Nobody answered at first.

"I mean" Yeonjun cleared his throat. "It doesn't make sense. You always grow up, even if your body somehow doesn't mature. You don't grow up because your body develops a certain way or because you hit a certain age, you grow up because you exist. So even Peter can't never grow up."

"But that's where Neverland comes in. It is possible there." was Taehyun's rebuttal.

"I guess so." Yeonjun responded, once again letting silence surround them.

"Would you want to go there?" Taehyun asked.

"Neverland?" Beomgyu thought for a second.

"Maybe. I don't know. For a while. I would try to enjoy it while it lasts, regardless where I was."

"What about you guys?"

After hesitating for a second, Huening Kai gave his answer.

"If I knew Peter, I would. If he was my friend and I knew he would stick by me, I think so."

"I think the idea sounds nice but it wouldn't be in reality." Soobin said. "You wouldn't know who's there and how long you can stay and what you should do. And you can't take everyone with you."

"That's true" Taehyun replied. "Forever young sounds great but I would never want to leave everyone behind."

Nobody replied after that, the sound of waves in the distance.

"Kai?"

Taehyun's voice sounded insecure, only slightly louder than a whisper.

"What are... are you crying?"

Taehyun and Yeonjun quickly sat up, looking at the youngest's face. Kai brought up his hands to hide his tears but it was too late.

"What's wrong?" Taehyun asked, worried.

Kai shook his head, silent sobs making his body tremble violently. He turned, his face now buried in Taehyun's stomach, his arms tightly wrapping around his body.

Yeonjun reached over, patting the youngest's head softly.

"Kai, what's wrong?" Taehyun asked, but he still didn't get an answer.

Yeonjun's eyes met Soobin's who gave him a light smile, his own eyes seeming to well up.

"You know you can always talk to me, right?" Taehyun asked softly.

Kai sat up, looking at Taehyun with bloodshot eyes.

He hesitated for a moment, contemplating, then hastily got up, turning around and quickly walking away.

When Taehyun was about to follow him, Yeonjun stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. "I got it. You guys stay here."

Tinnitus

Kai hadn't run far, Yeonjun could easily spot him leaning against a tree.

Yeonjun leaned against the tree in front of Kai, facing him, though the younger avoided his eyes.

They stood in silence, letting the sounds of nature calm them down.

"What if-" Kai's voice was weak. "What if we don't go back?" Kai asked, eyes still fixated on the ground.

Yeonjun brought his hands up to his face and took a deep breath.

"Kai, no."

Finally, Kai looked at him.

"Why not? Do you really think I can let go now?"

Yeonjun took a step forward.

"I understand, Kai, you know I do. But we can't. You don't know if you can even stay or where you would go and just- just think. What that would mean. What it would really mean."

Kai squeezed his eyes shut.

"But... but..."

He drifted off, knowing it was fruitless.

"Listen, okay?" Yeonjun fixed Kai's hair. "We'll take a deep breath, go back and enjoy it. Say what we want to say, do what we want to do. And when it's time, it's time. Let's make the most of it, okay?"

Kai reached out to take Yeonjun's hand, squeezing it once and then let go.

He looked up and nodded.

Nobody asked any questions when the two returned, simply scooching over so they could sit in a circle.

Kai decided to lay down again, resting his head on Taehyun's thigh and absent-mindedly playing with the fingers of his right hand.

The five talked with no end, Beomgyu, as always, making the others laugh who themselves couldn't resist the challenge of getting back at him with a teasing joke of their own.

They spoke about their families, recalled memories and told anecdotes they had all heard before.

Yeonjun could not recall the last time the five of them sat together like this, peaceful and happy.

The sun had set a while ago and darkness replaced it's shining light.

That's when Yeonjun heard it.

Scratch scratch- scratch scratch

"No", he whispered.

Tap tap tap tap tap

"Please"

Tap tap tap tap tap tap tap tap

Yeonjun looked at the others.

"Come here"

He said, stretching out his arms and quickly making everyone gather in the middle. He pulled the others into a hug which they happily fell into. They squeezed each other tightly.

"I love you guys. And thank you for everything"

They continued to hold each other.

Yeonjun heard Kai sob.

The last thing Yeonjun saw was Beomgyu, his eyes closed.

And then-

.

.

.

Farewell, Neverland

"We just cleaned it up three days ago, how are there already so many?" Yeonjun muttered, pushing the leaves to the side.

When he was satisfied, Yeonjun opened his backpack.

"Look what I got you." He took out the small object.

"I actually bought it two weeks ago but I always forgot to give it to you. It's a snowglobe, see?" He shook the globe.

"Well, it's not really a snow globe. I guess you could call it a sand globe? It's got a beach inside. It reminded me of some of our trips together."

He watched in silence as the sand settled down.

"I'm just going to put it right here, next to the candle, okay?"

He hesitated for a moment, then set the globe down in front of the headstone.

"It looks nice, right?"

He let the silence of the graveyard envelop him for what must have been a minute.

There it was again, the feeling of tears stinging in his eyes, begging to be let out.

Yeonjun threw his head back, hoping it would stop them from coming.

"I don't know how I'm ever supposed to get used to this, Taehyun," he whispered.

Of course, there was no response. Just the contiuous rustling of leaves in the wind.

Two tears escaped Yeonjun's eyes before he managed to recompose himself.

He slowly got up.

"Last night I had a dream about you. I hope you had the same one."

*

Author's Note

This story was surprisingly therapeutic to write. When I conceptualized it I didn't even realize how much it was inspired by my own experience with grief and a hyperrealistic dream I had about that person. Because it was sometimes difficult to separate my writing from my experience and grief, I ended up changing the ending three times.

I will leave whether or not it was a dream up to you, dear reader, and am more than curious to hear your thoughts on it.

Do they experience this again? Will he talk to the others and realize it was real? Or not? I think I know my answers to these questions, but I will let you come up with your own.

Thank you for reading this story.

Posting this for the public to see feels very vulnerable, but I hope others can get something out of reading it - be it enjoyment or relating to it.

I never shared this aspect of my grieving process or even the fact that I have had a dream like this with anybody, so thank you for listening.

Likes, reblogs and messages are the only ways for me to see if someone is reading and enjoying my stories, so I would truly appreciate the feedback.

I have 4 chaptered fics half-finished and I'm excited to share them with you too, so stay tuned.

Thank you so much!

Trigger Warning for this Story: Major Character Death (only aftermath)

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train tracks - choi beomgyu

mysterious stranger! beomgyu x reader

summary: you don't know which is more mysterious; the tall boy you meet at midnight, or where the train will take you two next.

content: dream-like mystery, jumping onto a moving train at midnight, cityscape, fluff, kissing, beomgyu is a serious(ly handsome) mysterious stranger who wants to run away with you

♫ home - resonance

☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★

the moon is your friend on these nights; paving a way through the darkness as you steadily made your way to the train station; a subtle gust of wind blowing your hair in whichever direction it pleased.

meet me at the train tracks…was all he would say time after time before you found yourself in the same place every week at the brink of nightfall, watching your shadow cast upon the railroad with the moon's pale glow.

although your heart subtly throbbed in your chest, senses fighting for dominance at the sheer adrenaline of sneaking out in the dead of night; nothing could top the pure ambiance of calm you felt at this hour.

no one around, just the subtle gust and sway of the trees, traffic lights signaling nonexistent cars. the buzz of lights overhead that lit the tracks, almost confusing it with the rush in your chest at the anticipation of his arrival. midnight was easily your favorite time of the day; when you get to escape.

and so he arrived as mysteriously as always; sly in all black except for the white cord of wired headphones peaking through his hoodie, dark hair swept over his forehead. it wasn't until he approached you that you noticed the hue of purple under his eyes; sleep-deprived as usual.

"where to today?" was your greeting to him, curiosity behind your eyes as you awaited a response. he took his earbuds out and rolled them into a precise bundle, securing them in his pocket along with his hands.

"busan." his deep voice echoed throughout the station and seeped right into your ears, forgetting just how fast he made your heart race until now.

choi beomgyu was a mysterious man; someone you ran into at the train station several months ago when you came home from a trip late at night, thinking it'd be the last time you would ever see such a man like him; like a shadow in the reflections of windows. but you were wrong, obviously.

since then, he's told you to meet him at this exact spot for the past six weeks straight; where you'd catch the midnight train together and travel to places far from this small town you never even knew existed but he somehow did.

standing next to him time and time again at the train tracks was beginning to feel surreal; especially when the wind would blow his hair around, revealing the most beautiful, moonlit face to exist. his addicting musky scent curling into your nose without warning. his attentive eyes when you speak, like what you have to say actually means something to him.

you wondered how different your life would be now if you didn't run into him that night. it oftentimes felt as if you lived a double life, which you kind of did. nights like this just felt like a dream you never wanted to awake from.

just sitting and taking it all in felt like a whole other world, completely different than the bustle and demand of daily life where you felt overstimulated and overworked.

your adventures consisted of mostly observing rather than talking, considering he was more docile and timid, more on the quiet side. but you admired that about him, letting the sights and midnight somber do the talking.

with him, here, you could just. breathe.

~

the ground rumbled beneath you and you knew the train was near, listening to the wail of its horn echo in the distance; such a nostalgic sound you couldn't even begin to describe.

the tall, dark-haired man next to you remained stoic as always. you could never read him. if anything, he was the epitome of how the night train made you feel; a somber yet purely nostalgic sense of calm.

like you're the only two souls to experience the perfectly full moon gleam in the dark sky, the only two to hear the resonance of the train horn howling with the wind. almost eerie. a comforting amount.

"ready?" he glances down at you. emotionless, dark entrancing eyes that could make you freeze on the spot if your heart wasn't already pumping with adrenaline. you nod, taking a deep breath as you prepared for what was to come.

at last, the train approached without sign of slowing down. you had gotten over the fear of it now, taking his outstretched hand tightly in yours as you both began to run, gradually picking up speed as the train approached.

it's bright lights nearly blinded you every time, so bright that you learned to look away and up at him instead, watching his dark brown hair bounce with every one of his movements, determination prevalent on his features. each and every time, you discovered something new about him; this time it was the dainty silver earring that hung snugly in his upper ear lobe.

the two of you ran as fast as you could, clutching one another's hands equally tightly that you swore your knuckles were white by now. the wind swept your hair back as the train pounded at the tracks with its metal heft, dust at your heels with your speed.

"now!" he yelled and lunged up onto the train, gripping onto the metal bar and securing his foot into the frame of the sliding door. you jumped about a second later and he hoisted you up, something you enjoyed a bit more than you would've liked to admit.

the way he held your body close to his, arm hooked around your waist, hips pressed flush to his hips. your face buried in his hoodie, cold from the wind. what lasted for not even five seconds by the time he slid the train door open. you began to hope his embrace would one day last longer.

breathless and finding a seat in the warm, empty interior of the train cabin, you heard him chuckle for the first time. eyes drawn to him; witnessing his head thrown back against the metal wall, gleaming smile making itself known to you. he was simply beautiful.

it was about time someone laughed at the craziness of what you two were doing; running and jumping onto random, empty industrial trains at midnight just to bask in one another's mysterious company. where deep down, was the most comforting part of each of your lives.

the very first time this man interlaced his fingers with yours and pulled you towards the train tracks faster than your feet could keep up with, you simply thought you couldn't do it. like hell i'll jump onto a moving train, you would say.

but the feeling of euphoria you feel right now is addicting, like you conquered the world and became invincible. and maybe you were. as long as he was by your side, you felt as though anything was possible.

"i wanna show you something," he looks up at you from his place on the floor where he breathlessly slouched, what seemed like a smile tugging at the corner of his lip. you shouldn't be smiling this hard but here you were grinning ear to ear, wondering what he could possibly show you next after everything he already had.

standing up, he clicked open the connecting door of the train cars, leading you all the way to the back of the train where he flung open the exit door. a large gust of wind immediately sucked anything it could out. you immediately took a step back, fear taking over and all rational thoughts flooding your brain.

"can you trust me?" his dark and usually cold eyes were somewhat warm, inviting you to do what you had only seen in action movies.

of course, your consciousness was screaming n o, but your heart yearned for the reveal of whatever it was he could possibly show you. any moment spent with him was what you now realized you lived for.

hesitantly but surely, you nodded, taking his outstretched hand and hoping he wouldn't be able to hear your heartbeat practically thumping out of your chest.

guiding you with his hand on the small of your back, he led you through the resistance of the strong wind to the small balcony outside on the back of the train. there, you discovered a ladder that led up to the top, seeing where this was going when he signaled you to begin climbing it.

you took a deep breath, closing your eyes and opening them again with determination, putting your wholehearted trust into the firm hands of the man behind you, just knowing he would keep you safe.

he positioned himself behind you as you began climbing the ladder, taking one step up as he took a step up behind you, hand guiding your hips and reminding you that he was right there.

"that's it, see you've got it." his deep voice sounds from behind you and to say the least you didn't expect his praise would do much for you when climbing up the fifteen-foot ladder of a moving train. but it did.

looking down at him quickly, his body was pressed to yours, head near your shoulder blades as he looked up at you with large doe eyes, sparking with a youthful innocence you never knew he had in him. you smiled down at him, not waiting to see his response as you focused back onto climbing.

once you reached the top, you carefully climbed to the train's metal roof, holding onto a few sturdy bars for support as he made his way up swiftly, like he had done this thousands of times.

how does a man decide to one day begin jumping and climbing on top of moving trains? you never knew it was possible outside of action films until you met choi beomgyu.

you could swear your heart was going to explode with how fast it was beating, wind blowing your hair and whipping it quickly behind you once you both sat at the top of the train.

up here, you realized just how fast the train was moving. the trees like small figurines sprawled out in open land, just a dark green blur with how quickly they passed by. your heart rate accelerated at the thought of falling off and becoming merely just another object on the ground.

"close your eyes," you felt him maneuver his weight, scooting closer to you so that his chest pressed against your back, letting you lean on him which was the only comfort you could get at this altitude.

"imagine you're sitting in a still forest…" his warm voice trickled what felt down your spine as he pressed his lips to your ear and spoke through cupped hands, the only way you'd be able to hear him over the high speeds of wind.

you felt your heart rate slow just with that, trying your best to take your mind off the scary reality and focus on the calm imagery he painted in your mind.

"…where there's no one, just you and the stillness…" you audibly exhaled, relaxing further into the comfort of his chest. so warm.

"…just you and me." he moved his lips away and you took one more breath before realizing your heart rate was now at almost normal. it's crazy how fast he could calm you down, even though all circumstances were pointing towards panic, you were tranquil.

releasing your hands from shielding your chest where you felt them most comfortable, you release them out to your sides, allowing the wind to carry them, feeling icy wisps dance between your fingers, cooling the tips.

you sense his gentle touch along the length of your arms, gently holding them up with his own. this felt like it could be something out of a scene from a movie. you felt your smile blossom onto your cheeks, feeling your heart bloom with emotion.

you slowly fluttered your eyes open when you felt ready to, the wind cold against your face and eyes as you looked ahead, no more panic. the moon beamed on the box cars and railroad ahead, gleaming against the pines that lined the road, sky sparkling with trillions of stars.

you completely relaxed into him, finding the weight of his arms had dropped to rest around your waist, comforting to say the least.

"this is nice," you turned your head to look at him behind you, finding his face shockingly close to yours, eyes deeply focused and lost in your gaze. he had been observing you the entire time as he always did, infatuated with the way your hair flows, the way your eyes glisten, the way your warmth seeps into him with every deep breath.

and now that he could see your face, oh man, he was lost in your eyes. lost in the moonlight sparking off of your pupils and skin, lips curled into a beautiful smile. never had he known someone as who smiled so beautifully, so kindly. even whilst sitting on top of a moving train.

he hugged you tighter, feeling a rare emotion bubble in his chest. so intense, so unknown to him. he couldn't contain the widespread smile across his face that made you nearly drop your jaw at the rare sight.

you didn't know that behind such a serious face lie the most beautiful smile to exist. i guess in this very moment, you both felt the same strong feeling bloom with you.

love. it had always been there, somewhere in your hearts.

"what?" you tilt your head, a small giggle as he tears his gaze away to compose himself but he can't. he can't describe what he's feeling right now.

"nothing it's just.." he looks back into your eyes, what you swore was a pink tinge on his cheeks illuminated by the moon. never before had you seen such life in his face, so surprised to see another color than pale.

"beomgyu i will jump off of this moving train if you don't tell me what it is," you teased, feeling his grip tighten around your waist.

"first, that's impossible. i'd never let you," he responds, a playful sentence said in a stoic tone.

"why? you hardly even know me," you retort, but now it takes him a while to respond, opening his lips to speak, then closing them. what he wants to say is too bold, too cunning. but how is the boy so bold to jump onto a moving train having so much trouble putting feelings to words?

you still await his response until you notice a subtle glimmer in his eye, suddenly caught off guard by something in the distance. he points to whatever it is he's looking at and your gaze follows.

behold, the horizon in the distance is brimming with a cityscape so gorgeous you doubt it's real. tall, tall skyscrapers and buildings sparkle with a pale gleam against the night sky you have to blink twice. it's a lot to take in at once, breathtaking.

seoul.

you gasp, eyes filled with stars, wonder, curiosity. you'd never seen seoul before, let alone a city like this, not in your small town. you both sit in silence, just taking it all in. until he begins speaking.

"so beautiful and bright... it makes me wonder, makes me stop and think about how such beauty can exist in this world," the train had slowed as it approached a hill, so you hear him a lot clearer behind you.

"i know, right?" you marvel at the pale lights in the distance, starstruck at the sheer beauty of the cityscape.

"i'm not talking about the city," it takes you a moment to gather his rich voice in your ear, to register what he means.

your heart rate is at an all time high as your turn your head and realize his eyes are staring straight into yours, struck with realization that what he said was wholeheartedly about you.

his grasp tightens around you as the train slightly inclines to go up a gradual hill, your back pressed against his chest tightly, face so close to yours.

the quick flick of his eyes to your lips has your heart aching, jaw clenching, stomach twisting, body tensing. no, it's not the fact that you're sitting on top of a moving train with no idea of where you could end up, it's the fact that his lips are nearing yours now and the tension is like thick sand between your fingers.

it isn't until his lips are on yours that you feel the tension release, light as a feather you feel as though you're flying, probably the closest you'll ever come to it.

his lips are like rose petals against yours, dancing so slowly in sync, perfect and natural as if you've kissed them before. he tastes sweet, opposite the usual musk of his autumn coat. kissing him feels exhilarating, it feels right.

this, this is what it means to live. to soar. to love. you are invincible. you can be anything and everything you didn't think was possible before because you now know the way his lips feel on yours.

his lips are the first to leave yours, gentle fingers finding a place to rest on your cheek. his hands are surprisingly warm against the cold chill of the wind. his eyes are like two dark marbles searching for the light in yours.

"let's run away," is what you hear from his soft lips, still so close to yours as his nose rests against yours. his eyes search yours for answers, hopeful that the expression on your face means yes. he knows its a crazy idea, but what else is life to be lived for?

"one day let's just pack a bag, hop on a train and whatever city you choose, we'll go. start over, start a life together." his eyes are filled with so much hope, with so many hidden dreams. deep down, he's so nervous; his heart is pounding, his hands are sweating, slightly trembling. he's worried that what he said was too bold and that you'll be terribly shocked by the idea. but come to think of it, this isn't the first time the idea had crossed your mind. you've always been tired of living the same, mundane life.

tired until you met him.

you smile, leaning in close to kiss his lips once more. you could kiss them forever. "one day," you whisper just enough to be heard over the now soft wind as the train approaches the next station. "i'll run away with you one day. but for now, let's explore our options," you smile as he kisses your forehead again and again, only now realizing his hand is interlaced with yours.

he's relieved, so relieved. this sense of lightness, like he's just let go of everything that has ever weighted down his shoulders, is what it feels like to love.

the train has completely stopped at the station that reads busan in capital letters, only lit by a small light that hangs over it. everything is shrouded with such mystery at this hour. you assumed it was 2am by now. plenty of time to explore the city.

and so the two of you hop off the train hand in hand, running toward the city with smiles on your faces, hearts pounding. deep down, you both hope the best for what you'll explore in busan. you want it to feel perfect.

because maybe busan is the place you were destined to be with him. maybe you'll run away together. permanently.

one day.

☆゜・。。・゜゜・。。・゜★

note: thank you all for reading!! this was inspired by the train i hear pass by every night where i live; it's been in the drafts for a while but i'm glad to finally release it :) i hope to put out more fics soon! thank you from the bottom of my heart for 1k followers :) eternally grateful for my readers and followers <3

[familyabolisher]

you can really tell when someone is putting on this very cultivated affect of disgust towards a piece of media which depicts eg. rape, CSA, etc.—distinct from, you know, understandable discomfort, or like the state of being triggered or otherwise distressed by certain depictions of certain things, is this particular form of casual review-writing (goodreads letterboxd &c.) wherein the writer needs you to know that they were disgusted and horrified by this (even when speaking highly of it!) and oh my god they'll be having nightmares and they need therapy and they're telling you all this because they want to be thought of as a person of sufficiently upstanding morals such that the mere existence of media which depicts awful acts of violence shakes them to their very core. it's v insincere and v pathetic, and not at all conducive to engaging with the media in question.

[rinbylin]

莲花楼 mysterious lotus casebook ep. 27

[systemerrorbonnie]

these videos are so them coded

[djevelbl]

Quick question — how old is IM!Mugs supposed to be? Cuz in my mind he's IM!Cup's twin (even tho they're really not), yet I vividly remember this point in The Labyrinth Arc™ where IM!Cup is reminiscing about their parents and through his memory we're shown he was at the youngest a toddler when IM!Mugs was born, maybe even a little older (my headcannon is that he was 5 years old, but to each their own)

So yea. I'm very curious now (it WILL affect a story I'm making. probably at least)

[popadoot]

wilson will start a really stupid bet with house while knowing hes clinically deranged and when house DOES get out of control wilson will go out of his way to beg cuddy or foreman or anyone else to not interfere and if they refuse he will blame THEM for being too controlling or boring just to let the game continue. in conclusion i think wilson is as equally or if not more insane and maniac as house.

and to support my point he does admit it himself sometimes

[ctommy]

i miss qsmp.

[krotiation]

So like. Did we know sleeper sirens were a thing before or is this a double reveal, along with Steele's background?

[saltyfinalboss]

i love shadow wizards with no skin exposed and no visible face and a gender ambiguous design and i also love women and while in my experience those 2 things don't overlap a whole lot in the games i play , i'm very glad when it does i <3 shadow wizard women

[hotgirlstiles]

MICROCELEBRITY STILES

[pishifuzul]

it's always precum this precum that nobody talks about postcum and how ANNOYING it is what do u MEAN I'm still leaking that was half an hour ago!!

[mysteryampharos]

imagine having to desperately hold out for a rescue team to go into a mystery dungeon and save you from the feral pokemon that lurk only to see that your rescuers are a pair of kids who are half your age and yet are capable of squaring up agaisnt god. whose children are these. have they even gone to school. Do they Know what school is

[squidsploitation]

another small compilation of things clogging up my screenshot folders

[amiiizuki]

somehow my thoughts right now are both

"WDYM IT'S BEEN 5 YEARS SINCE THE LAST GAME?? I THOUGHT I FIRST PLAYED IT A YEAR AGO?!?!"

and

"WDYM IT'S BEEN 5 YEARS SINCE THE LAST GAME?? I THOUGHT SALEM CAME OUT 8 YEARS AGO?!?!?"

oh, and also "WDYM THE GAME RELEASES IN 5 DAYS?? I THOUGHT IT WAS DEAD?!?"