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[woolysium]

Stay.

﹒♡﹒Pairing: Jongho x reader

﹒♡﹒Summary: Each night, you find him in the same place—always waiting. But the closer you get, the farther he seems to slip away.

﹒♡﹒Word count: 853

﹒♡﹒Genre: angst, hurt, SFW

﹒♡﹒Warning: death and loss, looping nightmares, mild psychological

﹒♡﹒Author's note: So, I’ve been in a bit of a deep mood lately and couldn’t keep it to myself lol. Had to write it out, and here we are. Hope you can vibe with it, and as always, I’d love to hear what you think! Also, this is just a quick drabble, the other fics are still in writing, I didn't abandon them don't worry.

The first time you woke up in the meadow, it felt like déjà vu.

The sky was impossibly blue, the grass soft beneath your feet. A tree stood alone in the center, its branches swaying gently as if it were breathing. Jongho was there, leaning against the trunk. He looked small from a distance, his shoulders hunched like he was holding the weight of the world.

You called his name, and his head snapped up. Relief flooded his face, and his lips parted as if to speak. But he said nothing, only staring at you with an expression that made your heart twist.

“Why are you here?” you asked.

He didn’t answer, only gestured for you to come closer. His hand was trembling.

When you stepped forward, the ground beneath you shifted like water, rippling and distorting. The tree began to blur, and Jongho’s form faded.

“Wait!” you shouted, reaching out, but your hand grasped empty air.

You woke up gasping, your chest heaving as though you’d been drowning.

___

The dreams didn’t stop.

Each night, you returned to the meadow. And each night, Jongho was waiting, his face growing paler, his presence weaker.

“Why do you keep leaving?” he asked one evening, his voice breaking.

You frowned, confused. “I’m not leaving. You’re the one who disappears.”

He looked at you, his jaw tight, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Stay this time. Please.”

The desperation in his voice made something inside you crack, but before you could answer, the world dissolved again.

You woke up crying, your pillow damp beneath your cheek.

___

In the real world, Jongho was quiet. Too quiet.

He still smiled at you when you teased him, still hummed softly to himself when he thought no one was listening. But something was different. His laugh didn’t reach his eyes anymore, and his silences were heavier, stretching longer than they used to.

“You’ve been acting strange lately,” you told him one evening, trying to sound casual.

He looked up from his book, his brow furrowing. “Me? You’re the one who seems distracted.”

You wanted to tell him about the dreams, about the meadow and the tree and the way he kept begging you to stay. But the words stuck in your throat.

“I’m just tired,” you said instead.

He didn’t press, but the way he looked at you made your stomach churn. Like he was searching for something he couldn’t find.

___

The dreams turned darker.

The meadow was gone. In its place was an endless void, stretching into nothingness. Jongho stood at the edge, his back to you, his silhouette barely visible against the darkness.

“Jongho,” you called, your voice echoing in the emptiness.

He didn’t move.

You ran to him, the ground beneath you crumbling with every step. “Jongho, look at me!”

When he finally turned, his face was pale, his eyes hollow.

“Why won’t you stay?” he asked, his voice trembling.

“I’m here,” you said, reaching for him. “I’ve always been here.”

But your hand passed through him like smoke, and the realization hit you like a punch to the chest.

“What’s happening?” you whispered, your voice shaking.

He didn’t answer, only stared at you with that same haunted expression.

“Jongho, please,” you begged. “Talk to me.”

His lips parted, but before he could speak, the void swallowed you both.

___

The final dream was different.

You were back in the meadow, but it was cold now, the grass stiff with frost. The tree stood bare and lifeless, its branches clawing at the sky like skeletal hands.

Jongho was there, sitting beneath the tree with his head in his hands. His shoulders shook, and when he looked up, his face was streaked with tears.

“Why do you keep doing this to me?” he asked, his voice raw.

“I don’t understand,” you said, your chest tightening.

He stood, his movements slow and deliberate, like every step took all his strength. “You don’t get it, do you?”

“Get what?” your voice breaking as confusion washes over you.

“You’re not here!” he shouted, his voice echoing through the empty meadow. “You haven’t been here for a long time!”

The world around you began to crumble. The tree splintered, the sky cracked, and the ground beneath your feet started to give way.

“Jongho,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “What are you saying?”

He stepped closer, his hand reaching out for yours. “I’m saying…” His voice cracked, and tears streamed down his face. “I’m saying I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep pretending you’re still here.”

The ground gave way beneath you, and as you fell, the memories came rushing back.

The crash. The blood. The way Jongho held you in his arms, screaming your name as the life drained from your body.

You had been gone for months.

The dreams were his, not yours.

___

Jongho woke up alone, his pillow wet with tears.

The room was silent, the air heavy with the kind of silence that suffocated. He reached out instinctively, his hand brushing the empty space beside him.

“Stay,” he whispered, his voice breaking.

But there was no one left to answer.

by @woolysium

[woolysium]

Starlight

﹒♡﹒Pairing: Seonghwa x reader

﹒♡﹒Summary: Even the brightest stars burn themselves one day if they shine too bright.

﹒♡﹒Word count: 781

﹒♡﹒Genre: angst, tiny bit of fluff if you squint

﹒♡﹒Warning: Body image issues, insecurities, hurt as hell

﹒♡﹒Author's note: I really love Hwa, I just want to give him a hug and tell him he's more than enough.

“You know you’re perfect, right?”

Words spill out of your lips before you can stop yourself, your voice barely a whisper in the soft light of the room. Seonghwa’s lying next to you, his eyes tracing the faint outlines of stars outside the window, but he doesn’t say anything at first. You wait, watching his chest rise and fall with each quiet breath.

Then, he chuckles, but it’s not the kind of laugh that fills a room. It’s a small, almost tired sound. “Perfect?” he repeats, shaking his head, still staring up at the ceiling like it holds all the answers. “I’m far from that.”

Your heart aches at how easily he says it, like it’s a fact, as if all the praise and admiration he receives just bounces right off him. You shift a little closer, propping yourself up on one elbow to get a better look at his face. “No, seriously. You’re like a star, Hwa. You shine so brightly, it’s impossible not to notice you.”

For a second, he just lies there, quiet. Then, his lips twitch into a sad smile. “You know what happens to stars, right?” His voice is low, and there’s something heavy in it, like he’s holding back something darker. “They burn out. They look bright from far away, but up close... they’re just dying.”

Your chest tightens at his words, and you hate how much they sound like your own thoughts. Like when you look in the mirror and all you see are the flaws, the little things you’d rather hide. You never thought Seonghwa, someone so beautiful and admired, could feel that way about himself.

You reach for his hand, squeezing it gently. His fingers are long and delicate, the same hands that have held yours, the same hands that the world loved. "I wish you could see what I see, Hwa,” you murmur, your voice thick with emotion. “You’re not just a star to me. You’re... everything. You make the dark a little less scary.”

He turns his head to look at you then, his eyes searching yours, and for a second, he looks so small. The weight of his own thoughts pulling him down, just like they do with you. “You think I don’t feel the same?” he whispers, voice cracking slightly. “When I look at you, it’s like... how do you not see how special you are?”

You blink, caught off guard. You’ve always been the one watching him, admiring him from afar, even now when he’s right beside you. How could he ever think that you are the one worth admiring? “I’m just... me. I’m no one special,” you say quietly.

His hand tightens around yours. “You’re everything to me,” he says, almost fiercely, like he’s afraid you won’t believe him. “Even when I’m struggling, you’re the one who makes me feel... real.”

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, and you have to look away for a moment, blinking them back. “I love you,” you whisper, the words slipping out in the silence between you. “But... you should love yourself first, sweetheart.”

He closes his eyes, letting your words hang in the air between you. For a second, you think he might not respond, but then he speaks, voice soft and raw. “I’m trying. I really am. But it’s hard, you know? Sometimes I look in the mirror and all I see are the faults, the things I wish I could change.”

You nod, your own struggles reflecting his. “Yeah... I know exactly what you mean.”

The two of you sit in that shared silence, the weight of everything unsaid pressing down, but there’s something comforting in it too. You’re not alone in feeling this way. Neither is he.

Outside, the stars twinkle faintly against the inky sky, distant but constant. You look at them and think of how people see them as perfect, beautiful—never knowing how fragile they really are. Just like Seonghwa. Just like you.

“I think,” Seonghwa says softly, breaking the silence, “we should stop trying to be perfect. Maybe we’re enough as we are... flaws and all.”

You smile through the tears that finally escape. “Yeah... maybe.”

He pulls you closer then, resting his forehead against yours, his breath warm and steady against your skin. You close your eyes, letting the rhythm of his heartbeat soothe you. In this moment, it’s not about being perfect or having it all figured out. It’s just about being here, together, and finding a little light in the darkness.

And like the stars outside, even if you feel small and imperfect, you realize that sometimes, just shining—no matter how dim it might feel—is more than enough.

by @woolysium

[woolysium]

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[yoonshiiu]

GUESS WHOS CRYING NOW

Stay.

﹒♡﹒Pairing: Jongho x reader

﹒♡﹒Summary: Each night, you find him in the same place—always waiting. But the closer you get, the farther he seems to slip away.

﹒♡﹒Word count: 853

﹒♡﹒Genre: angst, hurt, SFW

﹒♡﹒Warning: death and loss, looping nightmares, mild psychological

﹒♡﹒Author's note: So, I’ve been in a bit of a deep mood lately and couldn’t keep it to myself lol. Had to write it out, and here we are. Hope you can vibe with it, and as always, I’d love to hear what you think! Also, this is just a quick drabble, the other fics are still in writing, I didn't abandon them don't worry.

The first time you woke up in the meadow, it felt like déjà vu.

The sky was impossibly blue, the grass soft beneath your feet. A tree stood alone in the center, its branches swaying gently as if it were breathing. Jongho was there, leaning against the trunk. He looked small from a distance, his shoulders hunched like he was holding the weight of the world.

You called his name, and his head snapped up. Relief flooded his face, and his lips parted as if to speak. But he said nothing, only staring at you with an expression that made your heart twist.

“Why are you here?” you asked.

He didn’t answer, only gestured for you to come closer. His hand was trembling.

When you stepped forward, the ground beneath you shifted like water, rippling and distorting. The tree began to blur, and Jongho’s form faded.

“Wait!” you shouted, reaching out, but your hand grasped empty air.

You woke up gasping, your chest heaving as though you’d been drowning.

___

The dreams didn’t stop.

Each night, you returned to the meadow. And each night, Jongho was waiting, his face growing paler, his presence weaker.

“Why do you keep leaving?” he asked one evening, his voice breaking.

You frowned, confused. “I’m not leaving. You’re the one who disappears.”

He looked at you, his jaw tight, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Stay this time. Please.”

The desperation in his voice made something inside you crack, but before you could answer, the world dissolved again.

You woke up crying, your pillow damp beneath your cheek.

___

In the real world, Jongho was quiet. Too quiet.

He still smiled at you when you teased him, still hummed softly to himself when he thought no one was listening. But something was different. His laugh didn’t reach his eyes anymore, and his silences were heavier, stretching longer than they used to.

“You’ve been acting strange lately,” you told him one evening, trying to sound casual.

He looked up from his book, his brow furrowing. “Me? You’re the one who seems distracted.”

You wanted to tell him about the dreams, about the meadow and the tree and the way he kept begging you to stay. But the words stuck in your throat.

“I’m just tired,” you said instead.

He didn’t press, but the way he looked at you made your stomach churn. Like he was searching for something he couldn’t find.

___

The dreams turned darker.

The meadow was gone. In its place was an endless void, stretching into nothingness. Jongho stood at the edge, his back to you, his silhouette barely visible against the darkness.

“Jongho,” you called, your voice echoing in the emptiness.

He didn’t move.

You ran to him, the ground beneath you crumbling with every step. “Jongho, look at me!”

When he finally turned, his face was pale, his eyes hollow.

“Why won’t you stay?” he asked, his voice trembling.

“I’m here,” you said, reaching for him. “I’ve always been here.”

But your hand passed through him like smoke, and the realization hit you like a punch to the chest.

“What’s happening?” you whispered, your voice shaking.

He didn’t answer, only stared at you with that same haunted expression.

“Jongho, please,” you begged. “Talk to me.”

His lips parted, but before he could speak, the void swallowed you both.

___

The final dream was different.

You were back in the meadow, but it was cold now, the grass stiff with frost. The tree stood bare and lifeless, its branches clawing at the sky like skeletal hands.

Jongho was there, sitting beneath the tree with his head in his hands. His shoulders shook, and when he looked up, his face was streaked with tears.

“Why do you keep doing this to me?” he asked, his voice raw.

“I don’t understand,” you said, your chest tightening.

He stood, his movements slow and deliberate, like every step took all his strength. “You don’t get it, do you?”

“Get what?” your voice breaking as confusion washes over you.

“You’re not here!” he shouted, his voice echoing through the empty meadow. “You haven’t been here for a long time!”

The world around you began to crumble. The tree splintered, the sky cracked, and the ground beneath your feet started to give way.

“Jongho,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “What are you saying?”

He stepped closer, his hand reaching out for yours. “I’m saying…” His voice cracked, and tears streamed down his face. “I’m saying I can’t keep doing this. I can’t keep pretending you’re still here.”

The ground gave way beneath you, and as you fell, the memories came rushing back.

The crash. The blood. The way Jongho held you in his arms, screaming your name as the life drained from your body.

You had been gone for months.

The dreams were his, not yours.

___

Jongho woke up alone, his pillow wet with tears.

The room was silent, the air heavy with the kind of silence that suffocated. He reached out instinctively, his hand brushing the empty space beside him.

“Stay,” he whispered, his voice breaking.

But there was no one left to answer.

by @woolysium