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starstruckbigsis · 5 years ago

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20secs+ Kpop chorus!

In light of recent events, it is advised for us to wash our hands for 20seconds! So here’s a playlist of kpop songs with chorus’ of 20seconds or more to help you wash better and with a kick to it!

These songs are give or take a couple of seconds...Because I went through all the songs and counted 20 seconds... and also, these songs are the ones in my phone playlist. This list is currently in process and I’ve only just reached my H!

More songs will be added onto this list as I have time to go through them.

1THE9

Spotlight

Blah Blah

24K

Bonnie & Clyde

Only You

Bingo

Still 24K

Secret Love

2pm

Again and Again

Promise (I’ll Be)

Comeback When You Hear This Song

Hands Up

My House

Go Crazy

ADTOY

Heartbeat

AB6IX

Breathe

Blind For Your Love

Moondance

Rose, Scent, Kiss

Astro

1 in a Million

Confession

Again (Should’ve Held Onto You)

Breathless

Puss in Boots

Real Love

Stay With Me

Love Wheel

All Night

Always You

Blue Flame

Hide & Seek 2nd Chorus

ACE

Take Me Higher

Cactus

Callin’

Undercover

Savage

ATEEZ

Answer

Pirate King

Wave

Illusion

Hala Hala

Say My Name

Treasure

Aurora

B1A4

What’s Happening

Lonely

Baby I’m Sorry

BAP

One Shot

Power

Voicemail

Big Bang

Bang Bang Bang

Bad Boy

Fantastic Baby

Lollipop

Haru Haru

Last Dance

Sober

Loser

Monster

We Like To Party

Fxxk It

Let’s Not Fall In Love

Lies

Blue

G-Dragon - Crooked

G-Dragon - Untitled

Black6ix

Call My Name

Like A Flower

Swamp of Despair

Please

Blackpink

Playing With Fire

As If It’s Your Last

Block B

Don’t Leave

Toy

Boyfriend

Bounce

Stay the Way You Are

Witch

BTOB

Pray (I’ll Be Your Man)

Monday to Sunday

Stand By Me

Shake It

Only One for Me

2nd Confession

Remember That

Red Lie

Beautiful Pain

Someday

Never Ending Melody

L.U.V

Yejiapsa

Beep Beep

Dear Bride

Movie

The Winter’s Tale

Sorry

My Lady

Thriller

Way Back Home

WOW

Lover Boy (I Only Know Love)

FRIEND

The Feeling

Yes I Am

Hello

Icebreaker

Insane

It’s Okay

When It Rains

Changsub - Shelter

HUTA - With Melody

Hyunsik - Dear Love

Hyunsik - Swimming

Hyunsik - Moonlight

Ilhoon - Fancy Shoes

Ilhoon - She’s Gone

Minhyuk - Purple Rain

Sungjae - Paradise

BTS

Pied Piper

Spring Day

Dope

So What

No More Dream

Not Today

Airplane Part 2

Magic Shop

Anpanman

Blood, Sweat and Tears

Boy in Luv

I Need You

Forever Young

Idol

War of Hormone

Just One Day

Jin - Epiphany

J Hope - P.O.P

J Hope - Daydream

CNBlue

Between Us

Can’t Stop

Cinderella

I’m A Loner

Hey You

Intuition

DAY6

I Loved You

Shoot Me

I Wait

Congratulations

Sweet Chaos

I Smile

Time of our Lives

Hi Hello

EXO

Growl

The Eve

Peter Pan

What Is Love

Lotto

Lucky

MAMA

Overdose

Monster

Universe

Lucky One

Love Me right

Wolf

For Life

EXO CBX - Hey Mama

EXO CBX - Ka-Ching

Luhan - On Call

Luhan - Skin to Skin

Luhan - That Good Good

Z Tao - Imperial Crown

Golden Child

DamDaDi

Let Me

GOT7

My Swagger

Call My Name 2nd Chorus

If You Do

Just Right

Sign

Skyway

Hard Carry

Lullaby

You Are

Just Right

JJ Project - Today, Tomorrow

BEAST / Highlight

Plz Don’t Be Sad

Fiction

Shock

Good Luck

Shadow

Can Be Better

Callin You

iKON

Love Scenario

I’m OK

Apology

Idol Producer

Ei Ei

What I Miss

Firewalking

Mack Daddy

Idol Producer/JolinTsai - The Great Artist

UNINE - Like A Gentleman

Qing Chun You Ni - Youth Has You

Nine Percent - Rule Breaker

Nine Percent - I Need A Doctor

Infinite

Be Mine

The Eye

Tell Me

Last Romeo

Kim Sunggyu - 60 seconds

JBJ

Fantasy

JBJ95 - Home

KNK

Day by Day

Lonely Night

Monsta X

Beautiful

Dramarama

Fighter

Find You

Shoot Out

Hero

Someone’s Someone

If Only

Who Do You Love

Middle of the Night

I’ll Be There

In Time

NCT

Dream - Chewing Gum

127 - Limitless

U - Without You

Nu’est

If You

Bet Bet

Deja Vu

Face

Good Bye Bye

Hello

Help Me

Pentagon

Can You Feel It

Shine

Critical Beauty

Violet

Dr Bebe

Runaway

Humph!

Naughty Boy

Sha La La

Like This

Triple H - 365 Fresh

PRODUCE

Dream for You

Pick Me

Nayana (Pick Me)

Nekkoya (Pick Me)

X1-MA

Boyness

Open Up

Super Special Girl

Always

Show Time

Super Hot

Monday to Sunday

Oh Little Girl

Pretty Girl

Hands On Me

To My World

U Got It

Chungha - Gotta Go

Chungha - Snapping

IOI - Downpour

IOI - Whatta Man

SF9

Roar

Mamma Mia

Easy Love

Good Guy

O Sole Mio

Seventeen

Fear 2nd Chorus

Clap

Love Letter

Don’t Wanna Cry

Holiday

Oh My

Mansae

Home

Seven O’Clock

Echo

Nothing Better

SHINee

Get The Treasure

Super Junior

Sorry Sorry

Animals

One More Chance

The Crown

Super Junior DE - Growing Pains

Super Junior DE - If You

Teen Top

Seoul Night

The Rose

Like We Used To

She’s In The Rain

Sorry

TVXQ

Mirotic

Up10tion

Blue Rose

Victon

Victon - Remember Me

VIXX

Shangri-La

Take Your Hand

Chained Up

Error

The Closer

VIXX LR - Beautiful Liar

VIXX LR - Whisper

Leo - Dream

Wanna One

Spring Breeze

IPU

Energetic

Light

Beatiful

ZE:A

Breathe

Step by Step

The Ghost of Wind

U’re My Sweety

Others (will eventually have their own section)

MyName - Baby, I’m Sorry

24K - Only You

N. Flying - How Are You Today

Girl’s Generation - Gee

MUSTB - I Want You

Henry - It’s You

Sewoon - Just U

Lee Seunggi - Will You Marry Me

Rainz - Let It Go, Let It Be

TST - Mind Control

SS501 - Love Ya

Varsity - U R My Only One

Spectrum - What Do I Do

FT Island - Wind

Blanc7 - Yeah

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iwillgiveyoumyhappiness · 5 years ago

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김우석, Kim Wooseok

anonymous asked:

Hi 화성아! Could I please request Wooseok looking after you while sick, but you knew he was busy, so you didn’t tell him you were sick? I love you, and hope you slept well!

(A/N) I love you, too. ^-^

Group: X1 (엑스원) & UP10TION (업텐션)

Member: Wooseok

Wooseok checked his phone for the third time in the last five minutes. He felt like it should’ve brighten up by now, a notification or two hiding on the screen. Yet there was nothing.

“Why do you keep looking at your phone?” Seungyoun asked, a bit of strain on his voice after the rigorous practice. He grabbed a towel, wiping the sweat from his forehead. “You look pissed,” he joked.

Wooseok scowled a little, staring at his empty lockscreen, devoid of any messages or reminders to take care of himself. “A little bit,” he muttered, not denying the playful accusation.

He blinked at him. “Wait, seriously?” he asked, taking a swig from his water bottle. “Why?”

He huffed a frustrated breath out his nose, shutting off his phone and tossing it on his bunched up hoodie that rested in the corner. “Because why hasn’t she texted me yet, huh?” he complained. He crossed his arms grumpily. “She always texts me around now. Asks how I’m doing, makes sure that I’m staying hydrated.”

Seungyoun chuckled. “Well, aren’t you being petulant today,” he cooed. “She brings out a different side of you, Kim Wooseok. A very different side indeed.”

He gave him a glare. “Oh, hush,” he said. He zoned out again, tapping his fingers against the hardwood floor. “Did I say something?” he wondered aloud. He scanned his mind for any mistakes he could’ve made. “Maybe when I... No, she doesn’t get bent out of shape for dumb things like that. Maybe—! No, not that either.”

Seungyoun hummed thoughtfully, watching his bandmate overthink about every possibility. He really did go above and beyond for that girlfriend of his. “You’re really worried, aren’t you?” he finally asked.

Wooseok snapped out of his muttering. He looked at him for a moment before nodding. “Yeah,” he admitted, “a little. She’s usually so diligent about it and today, she’s not even answering my texts, so I’m just a tiny bit...” He searched for a word that would save his tough guy image. “Concerned,” he settled on.

The older boy glanced from side to side, eyeing the other members, all mucking about and doing their own thing during break. He sighed. “You’re lucky that your girlfriend’s adorable,” he said.

He leaned over, grabbing Wooseok’s hoodie and phone and tossing them to him. “I’ll cover for you, so go check on that ‘concerning’ girlfriend of yours.” He gave him a playful wink. “On the condition that we actually get to meet her for longer than two seconds at some point.”

Wooseok felt a small smile spread across his thin lips. “Promise,” he said, slipping the hoodie over his head and shoving his phone in his back pocket. “You know,” he said, standing up, “you’re actually pretty cool sometimes and not a total irritant in my life.”

He shrugged, a dopey smile plastered on his face. “I try my best.” He waved him off. “Now, shoo!”

+++

Wooseok didn’t even bother knocking on the door. He had a spare key attached to his bag and he’d been given permission to make himself at home.

He never knocked when he visited.

At first, it was on accident, but after he realized that it didn’t bother her, it became more of a habit to him. It felt nice to unlock the door and walk in with confidence and a warm, soft feeling.

He always knew that when he got past the threshold, her head would poke out of one of the rooms of her small apartment and she’d just smile and say, “Hey”. The smile that made the house feel like home; the one that made him weak in the knees, though he’d never admit it.

He didn’t live in that apartment, but if she kept being so freakin’ adorable, he might, sooner than later.

Coming in uninvited was even better if she was vacuuming or listening to music, because then he could sneak up on her, totally freak her out, and then apologize with a thousand little kisses.

That was his personal favorite part of the whole ordeal.

When he passed the threshold this time though, no face peeked around the corner to say ‘hi’ to him. In fact, the entire flat had a strange vibe to it. Thick and suffocating. A little cold, too.

“Baby?” he called. “Are you in here?”

With no response, he made a b-line for her bedroom. He didn’t have a particular reason to assume that she was in there, but it just felt right. There was a feeling, like it was a little warmer in that direction.

It just felt more like her.

He opened the door slowly. “Babe...?” he said softly, thinking that maybe she was sleeping. When he opened the door a little farther, he sighed at the sight before him. A mess of sheets and blankets, tissues scattered all over the floor, and a sweaty, short-of-breath girlfriend, stuck in an uncomfortable half-sleep.

He put his hands on his hips. “So you were sick,” he said, more to himself than the girl tossing in bed. He clicked his tongue.

With expert speed, he picked up all of the stray tissues and tossed them into the trash bin, making faces at them every once in a while when it felt like he was touching something questionable. He washed his hands very thoroughly after that.

He pulled some medicine out of the cabinet in the hall and grabbed a glass of water. He kept wavering between cold and warm water, so he just got a glass of both. Perhaps a bit excessive, but he didn’t care much.

He just wanted her to feel better.

He pulled a chair up to her bedside, sitting down with a huff. He poked her shoulder. “Baby,” he whispered. He poked her again. “Sweetheart, wake up,” he said, a little louder. He rolled his eyes and shook her ungracefully. “Dummy,” he said, voice returning to normal volume.

She groaned awake, still not opening her eyes. “What...?” she mumbled, her voice slurred with broken sleep. She grabbed the edge of the covers, pulling them up over her head. “Go away, reaper...” she said. “You’re not taking me yet.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Not quite,” he said. He leaned forward, grabbing the sheets from her weak hands. He pulled them down, smiling a little at her bleary expression. “I can leave though, if you want.”

She blinked a few times, trying to adjust to full consciousness. “Wooseok?” she finally asked.

“Mhm,” he nodded. “That’s me, the coolest boyfriend ever.”

She pouted. “What’re you doing here?” she asked. She yanked the covers from his hands, putting them over her mouth. “You’re gonna get sick,” she said, her voice muffled.

“Well, now,” he said, plopping back in the chair, “whose fault is that?” He saw her raise a brow. “Yours,” he said, pointing.

She furrowed her brows. “What? How so?” she asked. “I didn’t text you specifically so that you wouldn’t come over.”

He flicked her forehead. “And that, my dear, is exactly why I did,” he said. He gave a quick apology once he saw her rubbing her head, a stream of guilt running through his veins. “Sorry. You probably have a headache.”

She nodded. “A little bit, yeah.”

“I have medicine,” he said, holding up the pills. “And some water.” He gestured to the two glasses on her desk. “I didn’t know what sounded more refreshing, so there’s warm and cold, so you can take your pick...” He trailed off when he saw the way she was looking at him, covers finally pulled back. “Why’re you staring?”

She shrugged. “You’re just cute,” she said. “And so worried about me.”

He tilted his head. “Of course I’m worried,” he said gently. “Did you expect me not to be?”

“I don’t know,” she said honestly. “I didn’t really know how you’d react, I just didn’t want to bother you and mess up your schedule.” She gave a guilty smile. “I was trying really hard to be a good girlfriend.”

He frowned and smacked her leg lightly. “What the heck is wrong with you? You are a good girlfriend,” he assured her. “I think the least you can do is give me the chance to be a good boyfriend.”

“But you’re so busy—” she started before breaking into a coughing fit.

Immediately, he rushed around the other side of the bed, slipping in next to her and rubbing her back with soothing circles, calming her a little. “Yes, I’m busy,” he said, whispering the words comfortingly into the shell of her ear, “but you’re always my first priority, you idiot. Without you, I’m a singer, a son and a friend, but with you...”

He placed a quick kiss on her nape. “I’m Kim Wooseok,” he said. “I’m a man. A man who loves and is loved in return, and I wanna protect that feeling.” He leaned over, trying his best not to crush her. He grabbed a random glass, not bothering himself with the differing temperatures. “And in order to protect that feeling,” he said, settling back into his spot, “my lady has to get better, you hear?”

She chuckled weakly, her eyelids getting heavy while listening to his steady breathing and feeling his torso pressed against her back. “Fine,” she muttered drowsily. “I hear you, you closet cheese-ball.”

“Only for you,” he said. He tapped her arm. “Before you knock out, take the pills. I’ll stay here while you sleep, make dinner and stuff. Also, if you try to fight me on that, I promise you that you will lose. 100%.”

I hope you enjoy it, twin! I had so much fun with this one. :’) You know I’m in my mood right now, so it’s kinda... Yeah. Like this. Anyway! Hope you liked it!

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kpopcorn-requests · 7 years ago

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flyingangelofblueislands · 4 years ago

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Over The Weekend Part 1.5

Genre: Fluff Returns

Bias: UP10TION Xiao (Lee Dong Yeol)

Bias X Reader (Y/N)

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The bell rang for lunch and you slammed your book closed way too hard. A couple classmates seated near you eyes you briefly before you snapped a cross ‘what?’ at them as you stretched your tense back.

You’d been in a bad mood all morning since the interaction with Hwanhee, that girl, Bo, and Dongyeol. Although, the girl had stuck up for you to Hwanhee, it did nothing for who’s reactions you were annoyingly aware of, all the time.

Dongyeol.

You picked up your own and frustratedly scratched scribbles in your notebook. Bo, who had briefly popped out to go to the snack bar, came bustling back in towards you at lightening speed. Bo grabbed your arm and began pulling. You resisted at first. Scowling at her antics.

“Why are you pulling me?”

“Just come on! Trust me!”

You groaned and let her drag you out of the classroom and into the hallway where the windows overlooked the small courtyard of the school. Bo pointed at three boys standing in the courtyard, faces off like a bad western. Your heart jumped. You could spot Dongyeol miles away. And you could hear Hwanhee miles away. But the third boy...

“That’s J!” Bo pipped. “I saw him sitting out there sleeping.or something. When Hwanhee and Dongyeol walked up to him.”

“What do you think they’re saying?” You asked with your throat in your chest.

“Well I know J better be saying how there is literally nothing between you two and Hwanhee comes back up here to apologize and Dongyeol—“

“It doesn’t look like any of that..” You noted, eyes still on the boys. Dongyeol’s jaw has stiffened and so had J’s. Hwanhee’s hands were waving in the air, his chest stuck so far out, it looked like it was inflated. With hot air. You presumed. Then before you knew it, J was turning his back on Dongyeol and Hwanhee and walking away. You frowned.

“What’s that all about?” Bo pondered aloud. You shrugged and moved away from the window. Leaning against the wall just by the doorway of the classroom.

“Who cares?” You tried to sound nonchalant. Bo saw right through it and rolled her eyes.

“You do. I bet—“

“Y/N!” a guy’s voice called out to you in the hallway, cutting Bo off. You both turned and saw J approaching.

“Hey, J. What’s up?” You smiled at your friend. J handed you a box of chocolate milk.

“You said you like sweet drinks.”

“Oh?” You sputtered caught slightly off guard. “Yeah. Thanks?” You laughed a little to keep from feeling awkward. J scratched the back of his head slightly and smiled through the sudden awkwardness as well. Bo stood directly at a 45 degree angle from both of you and absolutely soaked up the whole situation in complete silence. J’s eyes flitted to Bo for a brief second before landing on the hall behind you.

“I just wanted to say thanks again for the help. I feel like i’m gonna pass the test this time.”

“That’s great! Confidence is key!” You babbled. Eyebrows flinching and betraying your exterior carefree attitude. J laughed regardless.

“I guess so.” J paused. “Hey, if i really does pass. I’ll owe you a movie.”

Bo’s eyebrows practically took off flying. Your eyes widened a bit, but you kept your composure.

“I’ll hold you to that.” You teased. You wouldn’t really. But then again, maybe you would...if he was even serious, anyway. J smiled a reassured smile that made you think twice about being so nonchalant. He nodded at both you and Bo before leaving for his classroom. Bo slid up next to you.

“How much do you wanna bet he told Dongyeol and Hwanhee that he likes you down there.”

“What?? J?? No way!” You rejected one hushed tones. Bo folded her arms and shook her head in shame at your denial.

“You can’t even tell what’s important here.”

“And what’s that Know-It-All?” You started to turn to walk back into the classroom. Bo followed you, speaking excitedly but in low tones.

“You saw them down in that courtyard! If J really was down there confessing his feelings for you to Dongyeol and Hwanhee, then that means Dongyeol didn’t like what he heard!”

That stopped you in your tracks. You managed to plod your way back to your seat and began fiddling with your books. Not sure how to feel. Delusional? Excited? Worried about a misunderstanding? If Dongyeol thought J liked you, and he also thought that you two were sharing chocolate milk from the same straw in public...what else would be left to think of? On the other hand, if J did confess to Dongyeol his feelings about you, and Dongyeol didn’t like it, that had to mean it was because Dongyeol likes you, right? Would he fight for you? Would he try to win your favor first? Should you play as if you know nothing? Did you, in fact, actually know anything though?? As your worries and hopes crashed and swirled together in your mind, you felt Bo slyly poke you back to reality. Bo hissed,

“Look who’s on his way over.”

It was Dongyeol. Holding a glass bottle close to his side. When he reached your desk he simply smiled at you and put the drink down on it.

“I know you like these. Hazlenut latte...right?”

Your heart skipped at his smile. You managed to get out,

“Right.”

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Hey Marshmallows! It’s been a loooong time. Think of this short little thing as a “back in the saddle” short. I feel so rusty!! Anyway, Up10tion is having a comeback soon(if it isn’t here already by the time i post this loll) and i hope to see you all supporting them!! OT10 or not, let’s please give the 7 boys something to keep working for!!!

anyway, i hope you all are staying safe! i’ve missed you! but i’m planning to be more active on here with stories again. so see you soon! fingers crossed!

byeee~~~

Love, Peace, and Quick Fluff reads!!

-admin Fluffintine 🌺

#fluffintine #kpop fluff #up10tion xiao #up10tion #up10tion fluff #up10tion xiao scenario #xiao fluff #fluff scenarios #kpop scenarios #up10tion scenarios

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nobodyeverasked · 5 years ago

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back to you; kim wooseok

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Summary: X marks the spot.

A/N: This isn’t a request, but I literally needed to do this or the idea would’ve slipped from my mind (I planned to do this one before their debut, which passed). I literally pumped this out in one day, so I hope you enjoy! I’m working on requests right now, so this is just something to take the edge off in the meantime.

Y/N tried his best to wring out the sweat staining the soft skin of his hands, not to be blinded by the beryl spotlights stabbing into his eyes, or deafened by the ear-piercing applause rumbling the oily black stage below him. The tremors of fear clawed throughout his body, months of hard work that passed like seconds, but felt like years amalgamating into an abyssal conglomerate of nerves bunching at the back of his throat. Produce X 101 was a rollercoaster of any emotion that a human being could possibly feel, and bared every burden that one could carry on their shoulders. It was a nightmare hidden in a daydream, but also the oasis in the desert.

He has made so many friends, and had to hug so many people a bitter farewell, clutching onto their tear-stained blazers and looking into too many glassy eyes…

Too many…

He was able to perform in front of hundreds of thousands of people and was able to hear the chimes of people's voices echo his name from every corner of the venue. He finally felt what it would be like to live in only a fraction of his most desired ambitions, and leave the pinewood floor of the same practice room at Pledis that he danced in for three years - trapped. The mirror that always stood in front of him replaced with a flurry of dancing lights and compassionate smiles.

He reflected on his journey here, and how many of those who held him dear still stood on the giant black ‘X’ in the middle of the stage, how many he danced with, sang with, laughed with, and cried with. The blade of distress wedged itself further in his heart when the numbers and names appeared on that large screen every single day.

As soon as he entered through that doorway, his entertainment company - Pledis Entertainment - shining in blinding lights on the screen behind him, eyes and expectations lingered on him like a cheap perfume, and fortunately, his audition did not disappoint. His reign as a threat, though, only lasted until the night bled into the sunlit sky, the reevaluation.

He lost his voice during the reevaluation halfway through the song. All he could do was continue to dance with the shadows of dejection strewn across his once nervous smile.

As soon as he fled from the prying eyes behind the camera, he felt the frigid shivers of sympathy already boring into his skull. His confidence and his motivation were broken, and his hopes sunk to the pit of his stomach ever since.

He never left the fragile warmth and safety of Han Seungwoo’s arms that day.

His redemption for both respect, and himself, started to build up in front of him as soon as his voice started to come back during his Blood, Sweat and Tears performance and was able to shoot up to first for two episodes straight, finally losing the stares of sympathy, and gaining curved lips of recognition.

He was a considerable threat during the series, placing in the top eleven for almost every episode. He was always commended for his relentless perseverance despite his slip-ups, his sense of humor, his seemingly endless inventory of talents and the bonds that he had with many other trainees that managed to be caught in the heavenly light of his smile. The narrative that was forged through the heat of every heavy breath he drew, and every word sung through his lips made his journey through the first half of the series seem like a breeze, what could have gone wrong?

It was Wooseok, Kim Wooseok…

Believe it or not, they were actually a couple during Wooseok’s days as a member of Up10tion, however, the twines that fused their gazes and interweaved their fingers slowly snapped, and the tides separating their touches pushed them further away from each other. Wooseok’s hiatus was the final thing that shut their mouths and stopped the peppering of one-word texts that were sent through their phones once every other week. Wooseok - the older - was absolutely bewildered, to say the least, when Pledis showed up on the screen ahead of him and Y/N came in, timidly scampering through the cobalt doorway of the main room.

Many flames burned in his heart and marred his brain. He was thrilled to look into those enthralling eyes once more, to see every single sparkle lining his crescent-moon gaze, to know the stories that hung between those upturned lips, and remember the flavour of the tongue that danced with his. However, his heart hurt just as much as every part of him yearned for his touch, and for his grip to coil around the waist that fitted between his hands so perfectly. He knew that he could only admire his boyfriend from a distance.

He made a fissure so long and wide - created through months and months of silence and habitual excuses - that no matter how close they were physically, their hearts would still be millions of miles away.

The ranks were already being shared, one less person standing on the X, and adding one more spark of sadness to fester in the pit of Y/N’s stomach.

He placed third just before this finale, he could not have fallen so far, he had confidence that he delivered a decent performance, putting all of his effort into every single line of To My World that he had. An uncomfortable, thick heat flourished under Y/N’s navy blazer, and his spirits started to fall with every name that was called. None were his…

“Lee Eunsang from Brand New Music!”

He and Eunsang never talked that much, all they used to share were approving glances of each other’s talents. They shared a mutual admiration for each other, but one that never passed through their anxiously pursed lips. Y/N had no idea how Eunsang could pull of such a vibrant head of scarlet hair, and Eunsang had no idea how Y/N found the perseverance to keep going and staying positive, despite the humiliation that thrashed wildly at him during the reevaluation, and the difficulty of working with unprofessional trainees who already had the lights of optimism fading from their dark eyes. If Y/N made the group - or ‘when’ in Eunsang’s book - he would spill out all of the feelings that were stuck on the tip of his tongue since they spared stares for each other.

“Kang Minhee from Starship Entertainment!”

He liked Minhee, and Minhee liked him, they were on the same team once, and all they could remember was suffering the same storm of hopelessness as they stood in their line, waiting for the ranks of their concept evaluation to be slapped onto that dreadful, black screen. He could still feel Minhee’s head laid limply on his shoulder when they were practicing, the haze of nightfall still felt through the hollow walls and the pale light of the practice room.

“Cha Junho from Woollim Entertainment!”

Cha Junho and Y/N had a connection that hid behind closed doors, and out from under the cerulean lights that lit under Junho’s feet. Y/N was one of the people who was able to see the side of Junho that was barely ever shown, the emotional one. The one that would have Junho heave in fits of relentless laughter when they joked with each other, the one that would cast a blush across his tanned cheeks whenever Y/N would complement his singing, or the one that would silently fanboy over Y/N’s gaze towards the camera.

“Nam Dohyun from MBK Entertainment!”

They never really conversed that much, however, all Dohyun knew about Y/N was that he deserved to feel the blue leather of one of these seats just as much as he did. They usually exchanged glances every now and then, and shared sheepish smiles when and after Dohyun failed to do a pullup. If Y/N debuts, he knows he will never hear the end of it, but he also knows that he will probably soon find something to tease Y/N about on their late-night car rides to the gym.

“Lee Hangyul from MBK Entertainment!”

Despite the vast contrast of the presences that they carried off stage, Hangyul knew that he was immediately enamoured by Y/N’s aura as soon as he performed Blood, Sweat, and Tears. The maturity that bloomed so abruptly in his peaceful eyes and the fires of such graceful intensity that writhed with every movement he made on that stage shocked him, but also brought them together. They could never forget the passive conversations that conquered the starlight seeping in through the windows of their dorm or the warmth of each other’s support that was always cradled close to their hearts.

“Son Dongpyo from DSP Media!”

These two babies were inseparable since the beginning, their combined cuteness shining a light of positivity and happiness that everyone desperately needed. Dongpyo had immense respect for Y/N since he found the motivation to move on after his mistakes during the reevaluation, and was one of the first to hold him in his arms when he stepped out of the frame of the camera. Soon enough, Seungwoo had two kids, both of whom he loves with all of his heart.

If Y/N debuts, Dongpyo hopes to let the candlelights of their emerging friendship to erupt like wildfire, and for their moments together to forever be engraved in their heads.

“Cho Seungyoun from Yuehua Entertainment!”

They barely ever conversed, only sparing glances every now and then, and smiling at each other through the screen when they performed their separate songs. Even though it was never forged into words, the respect for each other was always there - lingering in the sparks of their eyes whenever they watched each other. They would love to see each other grow if they manage to debut together.

“Song Hyeongjun from Starship Entertainment!”

Y/N was starting to get nervous now, he was in third place, and he knew that with people like Yohan, Seungwoo, Wooseok, and Jinhyuk, that there was no way he was going to be seated on one of those chairs, feeling the relieving coolness of that blue leather running under his palms. The shadows of doubt ate away at the flames of hope in his heart, and the tremors of fear and disappointment convulsing through his hands - clenched at his sides. Although his faith was starting to wither, he could not be prouder of one of his best friends, Song Hyeongjun.

They clicked ever since they caught each other’s gaze, the nervous greetings towards each other that haunted their memories fading away as they started to spend more time together, the melodies of their shared laughter forever resonating throughout their heads. They both knew that no matter how bad things got, they would always seek solace in each other, have a shoulder that they could lean on, and arms they could fall into. When they both debut - as Hyeonjun liked to remind Y/N every single day - he wants to make new memories and share more moments, burn the stage and flood arenas everywhere with their boundless compassion.

“Han Seungwoo from Plan A Entertainment!”

Y/N could barely think about how much Seungwoo has changed his life until he was swept into a tight hug, his trance of bittersweet thoughts, and the sour flavour of dread lining his tongue dissipating in the warmth of Seungwoo’s embrace. All Y/N managed to muster was a weak sigh, nestling his head into the curve of Seungwoo’s neck, and relishing in his squared shoulders that he has leaned on and cried into countless times. He hugged him as if it was his last time, the torrid heat pooling between their pressed chests reminding Y/N that with Seungwoo taking third, maybe it actually was.

Reluctantly parting, Y/N walked back to his place on the X. There was the last spot, he thought desperately. However, looking at the heavy heads that were hung around him, he knew that this… This was the end, he knew who the last two were going to be, and he knew who would be taking the twelfth spot of this group, it was not going to be him.

He had to sacrifice everything, waste his breath, hold back his tears and make limitless bonds only to see them slip through his very fingertips. The waves of his self-doubt hurling him further away from the debut that he poured his everything into.

The ringing in his ears shoved him into the pools of anguish, his head dropped too low to see Yohan winning first place and Wooseok - his boyfriend - obtaining second. Y/N may not even get to apologize to the man he still loves.

He was sorry for not being good enough, sorry for holding him back, sorry for not being there.

His heart pounded against his ribs, the lights above him carving out the oily shadows of distress tainting his once hopeful smile, and painting a tapestry of worry along his entire body. He was too deafened by his own mantra of disheartening thoughts to hear the audience ahead of him screaming his name, hoping to help the ashes of his desperation rise into the phoenix of optimism and confidence that he once was.

Everyone perched on their ranking seats were sweating bullets, hands bunched at their sides. The embers of hope blooming in their widened eyes as soon as they realized that their friend - Y/N - was not up here with them, but was on the screen behind them, along with three other trainees.

Y/N was a nominee for the X spot along with Jinhyuk, Minkyu, and Jungmo, however, he was too scared and desperate to notice, his gaze stuck to the floor below him, and his hands draped dejectedly behind his back.

Almost everyone near Wooseok could hear a rough sigh burst out from between his lips as he hunched over, his elbows digging into his knees and his nails wedging into his palm. He could still feel Y/N’s fingers interlacing with his, and he could still hear the faint echoes of the summer rain tapping against their window as they once fell asleep in each other’s arms, nothing on their minds except each other. All he wants to do is hold him, sing with him, perform with him. He wants to kiss him, hug him, embrace him. Talk with him until the sun rose and cuddle with him until the stars died. He yearned to tell him everything that he was too stupid to say, and to fall at his feet, promising to never take Y/N’s untainted love for granted ever again.

Jungmo, Minkyu and Jinhyuk, and Y/N all looked at each other in absolute shock. Looking up at the screen, exhausted and doubtful, he knew for sure that this was the end for him. He saw the other boys, and how much worthier they were for this group, how a relentless fire of hope still danced in their eyes.

He let his gaze fall back to the glossy, black floors, his reflection searing into his mind. His tired eyes, his face shaded with doubt, and his once radiant smile that entranced the entire country - no, the world - now a firm line embellishing his usually joyous features. He barely let the sob boiling at the back of his throat crash through his bitten lip until a hand clutched his, fingers silently threading together.

It was Jinhyuk, watching with heartache as a tear of unmixed anguish finally broke from Y/N’s dull eyes, the sparks of maturity that Hangyul found himself absorbed in, gone, and the healthy glow in his cheeks that burned brighter with every casual smile he shone, erased by the rivers carving into them.

Jungmo leaned over to grab his other hand, bending down and trying to look him in the eyes, but the weights of dejection only pulled Y/N’s head further down, unwilling to look at the person whose dreams that would either be broken, or the person that could make whatever menial semblance of hope he still had perish in an instant.

Y/N’s mangled thoughts finally overtook him, a cobweb of distress and sorrow thickening in his head, the darkness of his insecurities finally bringing the walls of his fragile stability tumbling down. He was too enwrapped by the cacophonies of his own anxiety and sadness, that he did not even hear the host call his name.

“Y/N from Pledis Entertainment!!!”

When the echoes - that felt oh so distant - finally clawed their way into his head, his eyes finally lifted from the floor once again, and his jaw dropped, his teary gaze pried open by the delicate hands of surprise. All of the tribulations he faced with every single week, all of the stress that infected his mind as his rank dropped and rose as it pleased, and all of the tears he shed were finally worth it. Within a fraction of his sharpening vision, he could feel everyone diving in to hug him, all of the happiness and gratitude swelling in his chest bringing him to his knees.

Everyone ranked on their blue leather seats shot up, clapping as they shouted Y/N’s name in symphonies of their own joy. Their dear friend, a kid that they forged so many memories with on and off camera, on and off the show, is going to be debuting with them, they could never feel more proud.

Y/N could barely notice people frantically wiping away his tears for him before he instantly wrapped his arms around the people closest to him, his face buried in Jinhyuk’s chest, and his arms wrapped around both Jungmo and Yuvin, who embraced him just as tightly. Walking down the aisle, and following in the footsteps of eleven of his closest friends, was one of the best feelings that he has ever experienced. Sapphire lights ignited under his feet as he looked up at the young men smiling down at him, all of the memories that he has experienced with every single one of them resurfacing in his mind.

Wooseok instantly jumped up from his chair - much to everyone’s surprise - and ran to Y/N, the younger boy who just regained his composure crumbling to the ground in tears once more when his gaze fell upon Wooseok, who had his arms spread wide open and enveloped his boyfriend in the warmest, most loving embrace that they have shared in months. It felt absolutely wonderful for both boys, to feel the skin that ran between their lips after so long, and the ardor that stirred in their mending hearts. They reveled in the flames of their compassion taking flight in the streams of cobalt light draping over them, and buried their faces into each other’s necks, the scents of their past memories still resonating in their heads even after so long.

“Y/N, baby, I’m so sorry!” Wooseok’s voice shook with tremors of boundless regret, his voice so soft - barely above a whisper - but his words so strong, as if he was screaming from the rooftops they always used to spend time on, the starlight that used to hang over them and their interwoven lips still shining brightly in their minds. “I felt so many things, but I never had the balls to tell you anything! I’m so sorry we stopped talking, and I’m so sorry I couldn’t have been there for you when you needed me! I just want to hold you, hug, and kiss you again… I want it to be just like the old times… Please…”

“It’s okay, it’s all okay…” Y/N barely managed to weave his words together through his breathy sobs. “I would like that, very much… I’m sorry, Wooseok, I should’ve-”

“You have absolutely nothing to worry about, babe…” Wooseok leaned back to wipe away his boyfriend’s tears, still streaming down his cheeks, and glistening in the spotlights still hanging over them. The heat blistering between Wooseok’s fingers singed Y/N’s skin with the scorch marks of admiration, his thumbs gently gliding across his cheeks reminding both of them how much they yearned for their delicate touches, and their interlocked gazes helping them reminisce about simpler times. Much simpler times… “Thank you. I love you, so so so so so much…”

Hearing him say those words after so long, and feeling the symphonies of sincerity lacing his words made Y/N lean his head back on Wooseok’s shoulder and melt further into his loving embrace.

They parted slowly, Y/N’s fingers still loosely entwined with the older’s, and his heart still burning with the passionate flames of a reinvigorated fondness. It has been so difficult, easing into this competition without feeling Wooseok’s soothing hands skipping stones of tenderness across his skin, or having his heart broken with every passing elimination and not having those perfect, rose lips to mend it back together. Hearing ‘I love you’ from him meant more than anything to him.

“Now go, give your speech, you deserve it…” Wooseok pulls Y/N back in for a quick embrace, giving a secret kiss under his jaw before hopping back up the stairs, looking around with a satisfied smile at all the other boys who still had hints of surprise still lingering on their faces.

Dongwook handed Y/N another microphone with a sweet smile strewn across his pale, pink lips. He has watched Y/N grow so much in the past couple months that he has known him, and he could not be more proud of the boy standing before him.

“Hello, I’m Y/N form Pledis Entertainment!” Y/N bowed to the crowd and the screams of congratulations flooded the entire venue, the applause and relentless cheers making the sapphire lights cast upon them convulse to the noise. “When I lost my voice and went to F, I thought I was a failure… I-I knew I was a failure.” All of the fans yell a chorus of ‘NO!’s back at him, causing a weak chuckle to roll off his tongue and through his quivering lips, “but you all made me feel so loved, so wanted - it’s been such a long time…” He looked at the trainers across the stage, at the trainees still standing on the X below him and to all of the people that he made such beautiful memories with. He wished - more than anything - that he could take all of the boys with him. “Whether it be helping me get my voice back, helping me with dancing, singing, or just being a better person - a better everything.” He looked up and around him, watching with a thin smile, flourishing with the tiny sparks of bliss. “You’ve all treated me so well. In this group, I will repay you with everything I have, and give you the Y/N that will not put your faith in vain. Thank you so much!” Y/N let one last sob rip through his upturned lips before giving the microphone back to Dongwook and sitting down in the chair behind him, the gold ‘X’ never shining brighter, and the blue leather resting under his hands never feeling better - softer.

This was it, this was the start of something new. Something better…

Much better…

These past couple weeks with the eleven boys that have somehow burrowed deeper into his heart have been magnificent, and spending more time with Wooseok has made their connection that much stronger, their love burning even brighter than the days they first got together.

They were laying on his bed in their dorm, the dark grey sheets rippling against their interwoven bodies, and the pale moonlight seeping through the windows, draping against them. Wooseok’s hand was lost in Y/N’s hair, mindlessly threading his fingers between his locks and pressing his lips to the knuckles that he pulled towards him. The haze of pure, untainted bliss surrounded them, strumming the strings of their heart and belting a symphony of admiration that soared gracefully throughout the room, nothing but the warmth of their love and the tranquil silence.

“We have so much time to make up for.” Wooseok wrapped his arms around his boyfriend’s waist, the fingers that ran along his hands in a haphazard daze making his grip tighter with every one of their interwoven heartbeats that meandered in the peaceful air hovering around them. He did not want to lose Y/N - the biggest blessing in his life - never again.

“Tell me about it…”

“I missed this too, your skin is so soft, so warm…” Wooseok traced kisses across Y/N’s collar bones, the hums of comfort and pleasure that stirred above him, settling into the gelid air of nightfall coiling their bodies.

“I mean, I have been using this new lotion, and you know Areum from Uni?”

“Yeah-”

“She gave me advice on some face masks and primers, I-” Y/N finally looked up to see the older’s stoic expression and his sarcastically lidded eyes, prepared to roll into his skull at any given moment. “Oh, that… Is not what you meant.”

Y/N tries to stifle a screech into Wooseok’s shoulder as he was heaved up and tackled back into the bed, the older’s smirk searing into the younger’s chest, and their legs intertwining as soon as their gazes interlocked once more, the starlight caught in their stares, new galaxies of wonder forged with every blink. Wooseok buried his nose into the curve of Y/N’s neck, upturned lips seizing supple skin, and a sigh of alleviation seeping further into it.

“Yes, that’s exactly what I meant…” Wooseok’s eyes shone with the sparks of his admiration - ones that never died - the moonlight that bathed his pale skin glossing over his magnetic lips, and entwining with the gentle, brown waves that swathed his forehead. “But it’s like my hands never forgot you, I’m glad.”

“Me too, Seokie…”

Their soft smiles weaved together in a seamless dance of sweltering admiration, hands, and fingers - surging with the warmth of compassion - wandering over skin in cherishing touches. All of the painful memories, harbouring nothing but painful silence and vague, heartless texts, dissipating in the haze of their euphoria, and the mist of twilight settling between the languid pulses of their lips. Blissful embers took flight in the peaceful currents swelling throughout the room, all of the tiny habits that lingered in their minds, and shone under the barren abyss of the night performing under the spotlight of their heavy breaths after so long. Like how Wooseok would always roll them over and have the younger’s precious thighs seize his waist, or how Y/N would edge his teeth into his boyfriend’s lip every once in a while. It was the little things, the shifting of touches, and the feathery kisses that trailed their jawlines, that made them happy.

They both pulled back, lidded eyes - pulled down by the weight of the heavy dusk - and lethargic smiles gracing their features before they drifted off to sleep, Y/N still laying on Wooseok’s chest, and the latter’s nose buried in the head of hair that was still marred by the scorch marks of his delicate touches.

“Oh-” The opening of their bedroom door went unnoticed by the peacefully sleeping boys as Yohan popped his head through the crack he made for himself, the tangle of limbs on the bed casting a bright smile across his lips. “Yep, this ship is definitely sailing.”

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