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ddaiscrying · 1 year

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Wait for me

Pairing : Bang Chan x reader

Genre : Angst and I mean ANGST

Warnings : hospitals, mention of terminal illness, it is implied that reader has cancer, death, talk about death, grief.

Summary : Chan loves you -when you are here and when you aren't.

A.N: Feedback is highly appreciated, i read and respond to each one of your comments and reblogs <3 they are what keeps me going!

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When Chan vowed that he would love you through sickness and health, in life and in death, he meant those words with every part of his being. He just never imagined that the bad parts of his promise would arrive so soon.

But here he was, sat on a chair near your hospital bed. He can't remember the last time you both went home. Those depressing white walls are all he has seen for the past few months.

He hated hospitals, the smell of alcohol, the lingering dread in everyone's hearts, the shrill cries that echoed from time to time in the long corridors. But most of all, he hated what this place did to you.

He could do nothing but helplessly watch as the life was slowly sucked out of you. You tried so hard to stay positive, to reassure him that you would be fine; but no treatment seemed to be working, and the doctor's tone grew more desolate after each test.

And you? You've grown weaker. Your hands started to shake each time you attempted to caress Chan's cheek. And they became so cold, it scared him at times. Because the hands of someone alive aren't supposed be that cold. So he held them in his large ones, blowing on them in a useless attempt to warm them up. Because he couldn't heal you, so the least he could do is warm up your hands. But his efforts were fruitless. Your hands remained cold, and your body remained sick.

Breathing felt like a chore to you, your body was giving up on you when you still had so much life within you. And on days where your voice particularly betrayed you and you couldn't bring yourself to speak, Chan would talk for you. He would tell you stories, new ones and old ones you've learned by heart. His voice would crack and waver but he'd still speak, and you'd still listen.

Music always played in your room- to fill the empty silences and to conceal Chan's sobs in the bathroom. He never cried in front of you, he wanted to appear strong, for the both of you. But his puffy eyes and reddened cheeks always betrayed him.

You couldn't blame him for hiding himself, because you cried too when Chan fell asleep.

Or so you thought, because Chan never slept at night. He was afraid if he closed his eyes, you wouldn't be there when he woke up the next morning. So he stayed silent, as your tears dampened his shirt. He allowed you this moment of vulnerability. Because that is what the night does to you. It forces you to face the fears that you avoided during the day. Because when the sun is streaming through your curtains, and the birds sing outside of your window, you can't bring yourself to think about death.

But one night, you could no longer bare this weight alone. So you called out to him, and your painful sobs felt like a knife stabbing through his heart time and time again. “I'm so scared Chan. I try to act strong but I'm so scared. I don’t want to go”, you admit, clutching onto his arms tightly. You hoped that if your time had come, it would wait upon gazing at you and Chan. Wouldn't it be cruel to take someone's life when they are embracing their lover?

“You’re here, you’re still here. You’re not going anywhere”, he reassures, kissing your forehead gently. You still felt butterflies when he kissed you. You were still alive, you tried to remind yourself.

“Please don’t let me go”, you sob, and Chan smiles at you, his hand grazing your cheek softly. “Where will you go, darling, hum? You’re staying with me, I promise".

That night, you both knew that Chan made a promise he was bound to break. But at that moment you didn't care, sometimes white lies feel better than the truth.

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The doctor told you three days ago that your body is rejecting the chemotherapy. "How long?", you asked and he smiled sadly, "a couple of weeks, at most".

What are a couple of weeks in the grand scheme of things? Nothing. They are fleeting, like a breeze that ruffles your hair for a second then quickly leaves you be.

You bitterly think back to the times when you had wished the weeks would pass by faster, not knowing that one day they will be your remaining lifetime.

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Chan hated when you spoke about death. How your "if I die", turned into a "when I die". He didn't want to face it, so he shut you off each time with a kiss. "Later. We will talk about it later", he says, and you nod; although later feels much closer than it did yesterday.

Chan tries his best to ignore it, the impending doom awaiting you. He ignores death as it lazily walks up the hallway, as it enters your room, and sits right beside you. He ignores the dark shadow she casts on your face because he's afraid if he ever faces her, she would snatch you away from him.

But you can't let this go any longer, so one night, you turn down the music and pat the spot beside your bed. "Come here", you say.

Chan almost bolts out of the room. He didn't want to have this conversation with you. Because if he did, it would only be a matter of time before you left. He wanted to lie to himself; he wasn't strong enough to face reality.

Still, he sits besides you, because he loves you, and your smile renders him putty in your hands.

"I need to tell you something, Chan. But you won't stop me, promise me".

"Yn, I-", you cut him off, "Please, if you love me, you'll listen to me".

"Okay... Okay", he surrenders.

"I am dying", you say, tone firm. It felt weird to not whisper those crude words, to carelessly throw them like this in the open. But you wanted them to echo through the room. You needed Chan to accept them.

"It's okay. It's the truth, we can't change it", you smile sadly and Chan shuts his eyes forcefully, shaking his head left and right.

You gently hook your finger under his chin, urging him to look at you. "But you don't have to die with me, yeah? I don't want your life to stop because I am not near you".

Chan thinks that you weren't meant to be separated. Two people who love each other this much shouldn't be separated. They should live together happily and pass away in the same bed. A gentle death, a token of the soft love they once shared.

"When you'll... when you'll bury me", his sob cuts you off and you take in a deep breath. The word felt heavy on your tongue. It lingered in the air, stilling everything around you. He will bury you, there was no doubt in it. And you needed to say this while you still could.

"I want you to remember that it is only my body under the earth. I, the person you love, will still be with you. Here", you place your hand on his heart, "and here", you tap his temple with your finger. "I will live in there for as long as you have me".

Chan imagines that this is what it feels like to drown, to have your lungs slowly be filled with water with no means to escape. Because this is what your words did to him. They filled up his lungs, choking him from within. He could no longer breathe and you were still here, next to him. So how will it be when you are gone? How much more pain can a single human heart bare?

"And I want you... I want you to love again. To feel again".

"Don't", he manages to utter through his tears, "I will never... I will never love anyone the way I love you".

"Your heart is so big my Chan, don't close it off for my sake, please".

"Stop! Stop talking like this! Like you are already gone, I- I don't want you to go. Fight more, please. For us, for me. Don't give up on me", he begs, chest heaving from the sobs that ripple through him.

Chan buries his head in your chest and although it hurts, you let him. You try your best to thread your fingers through his hair, to make your hold feel safe and gentle. Because tonight, Chan needs you to be strong. Chan needs you to comfort him.

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The couple of weeks passed by. Each day filled with more pain than the last. You couldn't bare it anymore. All you felt was hurt and you hated it.

"I'm so tired", you confess one rainy night, and Chan looks up at you, dark circles adorning his face. "I know, my love".

"Will you be mad at me? If I go?", you ask in a quiet voice, eyelids slowly closing.

The look on your face haunts Chan. He wants to tell you that yes, he wanted you to stay for a little longer. But loving someone isn't about what you want, loving someone is putting them first. And right now, he needed to let you go.

"I won't. You can rest now, honey". You've always found Chan's voice soothing, but it is particularly gentle this night. His voice reminds you of honey, of walking barefoot on the beach, of the first snow of the year. His voice is everything good in this world. It will stay with you, his voice, long after it lulls you to sleep.

"Thank you, Channie. For loving me in this lifetime", you whisper and Chan smiles, although you don't see it, "I will find you in every lifetime and love you in each".

"You promise?".

"I promise".

"Okay. I'll wait for you".

That night, Chan snuggles against you in the tight hospital bed. As he brings your body to his, he wishes there was a way he could intertwin himself with you, this way wherever you went, he'll be there.

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Your body is frail, and your skin is so pale he can see the veins protruding on your face. But you still look so beautiful. No one could ever rival you.

"Hi this is yn! I'm sorry I can't answer you right now. Please leave a message after the beep".

* 3 days after the funeral

"Hey, baby. I'm bringing home the soup you like. Love you".

* 1 week later

"I- I broke down sobbing in the street today. I think it just hit me, that you are gone. That all I have left of you is this prerecorded message. It hurts, it hurts so bad, yn. And you aren't here to make it feel better. I want to go back to when I brought home your favorite meal, and I- I convinced myself you were just in the other room and you'll come eat it soon".

* 2 weeks later

"I can't do this anymore- Why did you leave? Why did you leave me here alone. I can't- I can't breathe without you, yn. It's too much, too much. Why did it have to be you? What about the plans we had, huh? The house we wanted to build together and the places we still haven't visited because we thought we had time? What am I supposed to do with all the 'what if's' you left behind? I- I wish it was me who died that day".

* 3 months later

"I didn't- I didn't call for a while. You are not mad at me, are you? I'm sorry, for being angry last time. I wasn't angry at you, you know? I could never. It's just... my heart hurts yn, it feels heavy, so heavy to carry alone. And I cry, I cry a lot. I think I may have ruined our sheets from how much I cried in them (chuckles). But, today I smiled. I thought of you, and I smiled. That has to count as something, right?".

* 5 months later

"It's your birthday today. I bought you roses, your favorite. But I don't think I will water them, you used to do that and I... I can't even take care of myself, yeah... I didn't- I didn't go to your grave to wish you a happy birthday, because you said that you are here with me. I just whispered it to myself, did you hear it, baby? You'll tell me all about it when we meet again, right?".

* 8 months later

"I forgot- I forgot how your laugh sounds. I woke up today and I couldn't remember it, and I- I don't want to forget, I'm so scared I'll forget because if you don't live in my memory then where are you? I'm still- I'm still hiding under the covers, I don't want to go out and face a world where I don't remember the sound of your laugh".

* 1 year and a half later

"It's been two years since we got married. But we've been together for five years now, isn't that amazing? I... I have something to tell you. I came to realize that although only one body was buried, two people have died that day. And I'm okay with it. I only exist to wait for when my time comes, and then I'll see you again. Wait for me".

* 2 years later

"I got the promotion I've been dreaming of baby. I think you already know that because it rained so hard as soon as I got out of work. It reminded me of the way your hugs felt, or how I think they felt. I don't really remember them. My therapist said it's how our mind copes with grief. But, I know that they felt safe and gentle. So I stood under the rain for 10 minutes, and now I caught a cold (chuckles). If you were here, you would have scolded me. You were always so protective of me, so sensitive and sweet. That's why I take back what I said a long time ago. Do you even remember? I don't wish it was me who passed away that day. I would never want you to go through the pain of losing me".

* 3 years later

"My heart still feels heavy, yn. It may sound silly, but I like it. Don't judge me (laughs). I just remember when you told me that you'll be with me, in my heart. So I imagine that the weight on my chest is the weight of my love for you. Pretty cool, right? You're everywhere with me. And I miss you. I miss you, a lot. I miss you so much. I- I can't wait to see you again. My pretty angel".

* 3 and a half years later

"It's my birthday, today. As a gift, I bought myself your perfume. I know, I know, I still have two full bottles but I'm taking precautions. I don't want to run out of it. Our friends are used to me smelling like you. Some of my coworkers even bought your perfume because they liked it so much. And now wherever I go, I smell you. It's funny, how they never knew you, and yet your life intertwined with theirs. You are everywhere, you aren't forgotten, baby. Someone like you could never be forgotten".

* 5 years later

" Hey, my love. Seungmin got married a month ago. I know, no one was expecting him to do it first. It was a beautiful ceremony, but not as beautiful as ours, but don't tell him that (giggles). Do you remember when you told me that you wanted me to love again? I think I did. I think I'm starting to love life again. I woke up and breathing felt easy. I heard the birds chirping right outside our window and I didn't hate them. I realized that I've hated them for the past five years because they were so alive and I wasn't. But I'm starting to live again. I just had some oranges and they didn't taste bland. And I think- I think I'm ready to live, for the both of us".

* 62 years later

"I think I might see you soon, my yn. You've been waiting for me, haven't you? Just like we promised".

#kpop imagines #skz scenarios #chan imagines #bang chan x reader

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ddaiscrying · 1 year

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I MIGHT JUST DIEEEE

I AM IN LOVE WITH YOUR WRITING OMGGGG THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

A sun and a moon

pairing: minho x reader, pre-established relationship.

genre: hurt/comfort. reader is going through a rough patch.

On days when the mere thought of breathing gets tiring, Minho makes it feel a bit easier.

Please let me know if you enjoyed reading, it means a lot to me <3

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It was one of those weeks when you woke up every day feeling out of place. In your home, in your mind, in your body.

You never really understood why you'd start feeling this way. It would happen out of the blue, and you'd be forced to carry the heavy weight of your insecurities with you throughout the day.

On days like these, you'd wish you'd be able to crawl out of your skin, float in the air, and not feel anything. You'd give everything to quiet the thoughts in your head that criticize your every move- the way you walk, the way you talk, the way you breathe.

Minho would always notice- how you wither down like a flower that was left to fend for itself, rootless. You'd become quiet, afraid that if you ever spoke, you'd break down and he'd be forced to pick up your shattered pieces. You didn't want to be a burden for him, you wanted to be easy to love.

And when Minho noticed, he didn't comment. Because he knew that part of being human is feeling down, and that it can't always be sunshine and roses. But what he didn't convey in words, he did in actions. He would kiss your forehead randomly, his fingers threading gently through your hair. He'd make you lunch, drawing a smiley face on the rice with sauce. He'd bring you water, making sure you drank it all, patting your head when you are done.

He wouldn't talk, but his gestures spoke for him- they were telling you, 'I know, I know you are not feeling like yourself and I still love you'.

But you couldn't voice your gratitude or your love for him. And it made you resent yourself more. You'd spiral down, and you'd start to think that he deserves someone else, someone better. Someone who doesn't sit on a couch unmoving; selfishly hoping that the universe would pass on their insecurities to somebody else.

"I'm sorry", you mutter on a particularly draining night, and he frowns, placing his chopsticks down.

"I'm sorry you are stuck with me. You deserve better", you slip out, angry tears welling up in your eyes. You don't even know why you spoke. Maybe it was the sight of the dinner he made you left untouched, because you couldn't bring yourself to eat it.

He's quick to your side, kneeling in front of you and holding your hand in his. "There is no one better, sweetheart. There is only you", he reassures, his tone so soft it makes you cry even more.

His warm hand in yours doesn't make the insecurities go away, but for a minute, your mind forgets. It allows you a moment of solace- like a rainbow that comes once in a while to remind you that the sun will shine again.

That night in bed, Minho pulls your body toward his, your back snug against his chest.

"You know, they say that the moon and the sun are lovers", he starts off, tone hushed. "And they say that one day, the sun started to notice how soft the moon's light is, compared to its own warm rays. And how lovers always write poems about the moon, when no one can look at the sun for too long", he pauses, and you nod to show him you are listening.

"And the sun thinks, maybe... maybe the moon deserves a better star to love". He's talking about you, you realize. You are the sun and he is the moon.

"But... what the sun doesn't know is that the moon only shines because it reflects the sun's light. The moon wouldn't be the moon without the sun. Just like I would be nothing without you, my love".

Minho kisses the back of your head, and you shake in his arms, your sobs resounding loudly in the room. "I am who I am because of you", he whispers right in your ear, hugging you even tighter to him.

Right now, you aren't okay, and Minho's words don't fix everything. But they are the light at the end of the tunnel, so you clutch onto them. You store them in a sacred cabinet in your mind, in the wait of the day where you'll wholeheartedly believe them.

It will happen soon, you think to yourself. Soon, you'll be okay again, and Minho will still be by your side.

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ddaiscrying · 1 year

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Ok, not only did Moon Dong Eun avenge the villains of this story. She found love afterwards and was able to pursue architecture like she always wanted to. She now dresses freely with her tattoo, proudly showing her scars. She's no longer confined to her trauma. Dong Eun got her revenge AND her happy ending!

Even though she was so convinced that she's a terrible person for wanting revenge, she actually managed to touch the lives of the people around her through simple acts of kindness (empathizing with them for being victims) and those same people came back to support her as well.

It's usually "revenge is bad" this "you got revenge but at what cost" that, but no, she got her revenge AND her and other people's happy ending. Even though it's a dark story about how victims suffer, there's always the underlying message of hope, where they also understand and help eachother. Even if they had to bend the rules to get it, The. Victims. Won. Oh. My. Goodness.

In the end, it wasn't exactly just "revenge," it was also about bringing justice to the victims.

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ddaiscrying · 1 year

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I JUST FINISHED THE GLORY PART 2 AND OMG (#($(#((#829#("!' I LOVED THE ENDING, IM SO HAPPY THEY WENT THE ROMANCE ROUTE BETWEEN THE DOCTOR AND DONG EUN AAAHHHHH, HAPPY TO SEE KARMA GET TO THE BULLYS

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ddaiscrying · 1 year

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ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL IM CRYIN3J3I37E7R7W781991918$(+#+_+#+#

yellow.

➞ pairing: bf!jungwon x fem!reader.

➞ genre: fluffy fluff like really fluffy:/ jwon is literally the best boyfie ever (god me when…)

➞ tw: kissing. jwon being cute☹️ (yes that’s a warning)

➞ word count: 1.9k words.

➞ prompt: “I genuinely don't think I've ever felt this strongly about anyone like I feel for you” + going to a concert together

ela says💬: hi hi !! so, this is one of the options that won (with 24 votes) for the special chapter for ts!au so<3 i truly enjoyed writing this and i hope u enjoy reading it as well!! (almost cried to my own writing… unbelievable) also, i do strongly believe that jungwon is a coldplay enthusiast, and no, i do not accept any other opinions. ❤️// you don’t need to read the au to understand this drabble

ela p.s🖊️: not proofread bc we die like real men here!! wrote this at 3 am since my thoughts couldn’t stop picturing this scenario so,,

i recommend you listening to this song while reading this. ♡

find the masterlist of the series here.

“Which one do you like better?”

Jungwon extends both hoodies in front of you, his brows scrunched in concentration as he was in deep thought on which color he should choose. You giggle a bit, shrugging.

“I don’t know, both look cute.”

He hums, then he looks at you. “Try it on! And we can make a decision based on that.”

You’re about to shake your head in denial, but the pleading pout he gives you makes you give in. Sighing, you leave your phone on the merch stand, extending a hand as a signal for him to give you the piece of fabric.

“No, no! Let me help you put it on.”

He takes a step closer to you while whispering a small “please raise your arms for me baby,” the nickname making butterflies fly inside your stomach and warmness spread to your cheeks, making Jungwon smile at your cute reaction.

After setting the white hoodie on you, Jungwon can’t help but coo in tenderness; you were the cutest person on earth.

“Oh my god!” He softly presses both of your cheeks with his hands, making your lips pucker and he’s quick to plant a quick kiss on them, making you giggle. “The hoodie looks so cool and you look so gorgeous! We’ll take this design.”

Looking at the tired boy behind the merch stand, he nods. “I’ll take another one, please!”

After he finishes putting his own hoodie on, Jungwon is quick to fish for his wallet and pay for the overpriced Coldplay merch. Grabbing your phone and putting it inside his jean’s pocket, he thanks the staff working there as he takes your hand and intertwines his fingers with yours so you could start walking towards the line that was starting to form outside the concert venue.

Jungwon swings both of your arms together, his dimples decorating his pretty smile as he takes pictures of everything. You can’t help but smile in fondness as you look at your overexcited boyfriend.

You and Jungwon had your fourth month anniversary just a week ago, and being very honest, you panicked at the thought that you didn’t know which gift would be the perfect one for him.

That was until you heard him talking with Jay about how sad he was that he didn’t manage to get tickets for the coldplay concert. An idea popped inside your brain, and even though you didn’t know how would you manage to buy the tickets for the second date, you were 100% sure that you would get the both of you inside the venue one way or another (which led you to send Sunoo and Niki outside the venue since early morning so they could get in queue and try to buy the tickets.. which, wasn’t an easy task, but you bribed them into paying their lunch for a whole week if they went; you entering the website two hours prior the selling in case the web would crash, and almost selling your soul to the devil —read: Park Sunghoon— to contact resellers in case you didn’t manage to get them on the selling day.)

Blood, sweat and tears were shed, but you managed to secure two tickets for you and your beloved boyfriend.

You will never forget the way his eyes lit up and the gorgeous smile he gave you after opening his present; Yang Jungwon made it all worth it.

“Wait, wait—“ Jungwon interrupts your train of thought, cackling a little at your confused expression. “I need to take a picture of you.”

“A picture of... me?”

Jungwon hums, walking backwards and placing himself some meters away in front of you. Holding his phone with both hands, he nods.

“Smile!”

Hearing some clicking from the camera app, he returns to your side and places the phone in front of you, now the camera being in selfie mode. Jungwon presses a kiss on your cheek, and a picture gets taken. You can’t help but giggle at his cute antics.

After taking some pictures together, you resume your walking as Jungwon looks through his gallery with that same excited smile on his face. Finally reaching the queue, you look at him when you hear him gasp in shock.

“What? What happened?”

“I just… can’t believe this,” he says, turning his phone screen so you can see it too, one of the pictures he took of you on display. “I can’t believe that I’m dating the prettiest girl in the entire world.”

Jungwon laughs when he sees you shy away from his eyes, his hand pulling you to him as he puts an arm around your shoulder to hug you.

“Yah, Yang Jungwon! What are you even saying?” you cover your face with your free hand, making him let out a loud laugh.

“It’s true!” Jungwon softly kisses the crown of your head, making your heart melt in the process. “You’re the prettiest person on earth. How did I get so lucky to have you?”

Uncovering one of your eyes, you feel your face reddening at the sight of your boyfriend already looking at you with a mischievous smile. You slightly push him away, making him laugh again.

“Shut up, let’s just get our bracelets on.”

“Okay, okay. I’ll shut up… for now.”

“Jungwon!”

You smile when you hear him snorting a little.

Yang Jungwon loved to have that effect on you.

Jungwon is talking to you about how he was going to start tutoring some high-schoolers after your break ends as the both of you watched how the standing zone was starting to slowly fill up with people. You weren’t that far from the scenario so you couldn’t see, but you also weren’t that close to it so you could get pushed or squished by the excited crowd: it was exactly in the middle, the spot being perfect as you had enough space to move around as you pleased.

The first thing your boyfriend did was to place himself just behind you, his hands positioning themselves on your hips while he rested his chin on your shoulder.

(A frown made its way to your face at not seeing him beside you, but he was quick to tell you that this way he could protect you from the crowd around you if people got agitated and started pushing others. Your heart jumps a little at hearing his reasoning, making you smile immediately.)

“Teaching math isn’t that hard,” Jungwon says, sighing, “the hard thing is making the students pay attention to you, but I guess I can make it work.”

You hum, “I know you got this Won, but you know that if you ever need help, you can tell me and I will try my best for you.”

The boy smiles, leaving a small kiss in your jaw. “Thank you baby, I appreciate that.”

He opens his mouth to add something else, but the sudden turning on of the big screens interrupts him, the crowd starting to cheer at seeing the band members making their way to the stage. You hear him gasp in excitement, Jungwon’s head leaves his place on your shoulder as he gives you your phone back and takes his phone out with one hand to start recording, while his other one keeps planted on your side. Opening the camera app too, you decided that instead of recording the scenario, you had record Jungwon’s beautiful smile and shining eyes at the excitement of seeing one of his favorite bands live.

He would sometimes sway you around with him to make you dance, making you laugh heartily. Jungwon also would stare at your camera and scream “sing with me, love!” and the both of you would sing your lungs out. After some minutes, you decided to put your phone down and enjoy the moment with Jungwon; the both of you never stopped cheering happily as you smiled at the other with love in each other’s eyes.

It’s when all the lights turn off, and your wristbands turn yellow, that you hear Jungwon squealing out of giddiness at recognizing which song was about to get played next. People around you starts cheering in excitement too when the piano starts playing.

Turning you around in your place so you can face him, Jungwon smiles with tenderness at you, looking at you as if you were the most precious thing in this world to him.

Grabbing both of your hands, he puts them on his shoulders as he locates his on your waist. Pretty yellow lights are surrounding the both of you, but he only had his eyes on you and nothing else as he sways you gently while the intro of the song sounds in the background.

“Y/n,” the boy says in a whisper, a hand raising up to meet your face and put a stray piece of hair behind your ear, “I genuinely don't think I've ever felt this strongly about anyone like I feel for you.”

Hearing these words make your breath get caught on your throat. Jungwon continues.

“I think— No, I— I know that you’re my person… And I hope that you’ll continue to be my person for as long as life allows us to share this love together.”

Pulling you closer to his body and with his face centimeters away from you, you feel the ghost of his lips on yours as he mutters the song lyrics to you.

“Look at the stars, look how they shine for you, and everything you do… Yeah, they were all yellow.”

Leaning in and closing the gap between you, you feel his lips moving softly along with yours in a sweet kiss, one where he tried to convert the adoration he felt for you. A kiss where he tried to let you know that you were the only owner of his love and his heart.

He hoped you could feel the sincerity behind his actions.

“Turn the lights on! Let’s go!”

You separate a little when you hear the vocalist talking to the audience and the full instrumental starts playing, just in time to see the fireworks exploding in vibrant colors and decorating the night sky, making you open your mouth in awe.

It looked so beautiful.

But again, Yang Jungwon only had his eyes set on you while his heart hammered strongly against his chest as he admired your beauty. He wanted to imprint this image of you in his head and carry it around with him forever: the way your eyes glimmered at the sight of the lights, the way your skin glowed so beautifully, and how you were literally the most breathtaking person his eyes has ever seen.

Anyone that looked his way would’ve known that he was, indeed, a fool in love.

Feeling his stare, you finally connect your eyes with his, smiling at seeing his dimples in full display at you.

In that moment, with you giving him one of the most gorgeous smiles he has ever seen in his life, he swore he fell in love with you all over again.

Raising one of your hands to his face, he kisses your palm while still making eye contact with you, making you feel all giddy inside.

“This song,” Jungwon mutters again, like a shared secret that only the both of you could hear, “it’s my heart’s confession to you. So please, accept it.”

There’s a small beat of silence as you keep staring at the other, and when cups your face and presses your lips together again, he finally let out the words his heart have been asking to confess for some time now.

“I love you, Y/l/n Y/n.”

The both of you smile into the kiss. Both hearts of two lovers linked under the same night sky.

“I love you too, Yang Jungwon.”

Look at the stars, look how they shine for you.

And everything you do.

Yeah, they were all yellow.

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THIS IS THE CUTEST THING I HAVE EVER READ OMGGGGKDKAJJZ@))#!3!$!"!;_+$+

A cat proposal

summary : minho is in love & wants to marry you

pairing : Lee Know x reader, pre-established relationship.

genre : FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF

warnings : mention of wanting to have kids together at the end.

the things i would do to have this man.... hope you enjoy reading!! feel free to leave your thoughts in the comments, it will be very appreciated!! <33

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You were lying down on the couch, Minho sprawled on top of you. His head was on your chest, his nose nuzzling your stomach every now and then as if to remind you he was there. And you were playing with the locks of his hair lazily, drawing mindless circles on his back from time to time.

It had been exactly two weeks since Lee Know moved in with you. You hadn't really had the time to relax, just the both of you. His schedule was hectic and so was yours, as it was nearing the end of the year. You only saw each other when he came home late to you; bringing your body to his and peppering kisses on the soft curve of your shoulder.

But today, he managed to come home early, and so did you. Which led to an impromptu movie night together. Still, you couldn't really focus on the movie, the dialogue coming to you like mindless chatter. You had something to suggest to Minho, and you didn't really know how he would take it.

He must have noticed that you were looking up at the ceiling, since he blew a raspberry on your stomach, prompting startled giggles from you. He smirks, before placing a small kiss on your bare skin, "what's going on in that pretty little head of yours?".

"I have something to tell you, just think about it okay? You don't have to reply now".

"Okay, tell me about it", he turns the TV off, giving you his undivided attention. It made you flustered, how he always looked at you like you were the only person that mattered on this earth.

"Well... since you moved in. I thought... why not bring your cats here in the apartment, this way you could see them more often and we could take care of them together", you start off, your rhythm accelerating with each word.

"I mean, I know it will take time for them to get used to a new place, so we could do it gradually? They could stay over for a weekend until they feel comfortable here", you start to ramble, "And you could put their toys and playhouse in the washing machine room since it's nearly empty, and we'd take turns taking care of them and I don't mind feeding them and changing their litter box when you are on tour, and I'd bring them to your parent's house because they might miss them and-"

"Honey, breathe", he chuckles and you stop, gulping. You really forgot to breathe during your little speech.

After that, it's silent. Minho doesn't say anything, placing his head back on your stomach. Your cheeks are turning a crimson red from embarrassment, you just made a fool out of yourself, didn't you?

Your frantic train of thought is interrupted when Minho picks up your hand and starts kissing your knuckles softly. He doesn't look at you as he places chaste kisses on each of your fingertips; as if his lips meeting your skin was worthy of all his attention.

The truth is, Minho couldn't talk right now. not because he didn't want to, but because he was afraid if he ever spoke, he wouldn't be able to stop the flow of words yearning to come out.

There are one million words in korean, yet none of them seemed fit to express his adoration for you. He racked his brain for the right combination of words, because 'i love you' didn't cut it anymore. What he felt was more than love, it was a heart wrenching feeling in the most beautiful way.

Minho knew you loved him too, but it was in moments like this that he was reminded that you actually love him. That you were as infatuated with him as he was with you. That you thought about him just like he thought about you.

Kissing your fingertips, one at a time, he couldn't help but remember a fact he once read; there are 23 words for love alone in Arabic. Maybe he should learn them, maybe he should learn every expression of love that was ever said, every love poem that was written throughout history. And then he'd recite them to you, one by one. Maybe then you'd understand how you made him feel.

But he couldn't bring himself to tell you all of this, so instead, he settled on a love language that the both of you understood, touch. As his lips met your knuckles, he hoped that you'd feel it all through his kisses. That you'd know how much love he holds for you.

He finally looks up at you, his eyes holding yours in an intimate gaze. It's a while before he speaks again. "I will marry you one day, you know that right?", he whispers softly, as if it's a secret meant for the two of you alone.

Your breath hitches in your throat at his words, he wanted a forever with you?

"You mean that?", you whisper back, voice hoarse from the emotions you were keeping at bay.

"I do. would you like that?", he asks in a small voice, as if there was a possibility you'd say no. You almost scoff at that thought; not in this life, not in the next one.

"Of course. I want to spend the rest of my life with you Min", you tell him sincerely, your eyes wide looking into his so he'd know how serious you are.

"I want... I want our cats here", he starts off, knocking the breath out of you, 'our'.

"And I want silly supermarket lists with you, that I wouldn't be able to read because your writing is shit", you both chuckle, his laugh reverberating through your entire body. You always felt it deep inside you when he laughed, as if it was a melody meant for you only to hear.

"And i want to brush my teeth with you. I want to come home and see you with the cats. I want to cook for you and I want to kiss you when I wake up and sleep", he whispers, head now buried into your chest as if he was embrassed to say those words out loud.

"And I want.. I want kids with you, I want a girl running around that looks just like you. And you'd both greet me at the door and I'd die a happy man".

Silent tears are falling out of your eyes right now, 'you'd be a good mother', he once told you. And now, he wanted you to be the mother of his kids. It felt like your heart was in his palm and that he was squeezing it with every word he said. But you didn't mind, you knew that Minho would never squeeze too far to break you. You were safe with him.

“We’ll have that my love, I promise”, you smile, placing a sweet kiss on his head. "But i want a boy that looks like you", you pout.

"There could only be one me", he tsks, waving a hand in the air as if to dismiss your words.

"This is your son we are talking about", you laugh, your hand threading through his hair once again.

"Our son", he clarifies and you blush. "Yeah.. our", you repeat, a soft smile on your face and he finally looks up at you again.

You bop his nose with your finger playfully and he grins at the action, “so… does this mean you want the cats to move in?".

"Of course silly. My favorite people in one place, I can't wait"

“Cats are not people”, you tease, and he rolls his eyes at your words.

"Details".

He then stands up, pulling you up with him. His hand gently cradles your jaw and his lips fall perfectly on top of yours; the kiss making stars swirl in front of your eyes. "I love you so much min", you whisper in between kisses and he smiles, "I love you yn, so much more than you know".

“I know, you know, lee know”, you joke and he pushes your face away with his finger, “Nevermind, I take my proposal back”.

“No can do. You are stuck with me foreverrrr”, you singsong, pulling him in for a tight hug.

Forever with you, he really liked the sound of that.

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