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littletonoemotion · 3 years

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Dude- can you try to not hurt me right now?? As the writer of this fic, receiving such a compliment at 1:30 in the morning is NOT good for my heart! 😤 I’m glad you enjoyed it, though🥺 Also, you’re correct. Nothing beats boyfriend Shua. I saw him in person in Dallas during the Ode To You tour, and he’s such a jokester in real life.

My Agape: My Compassionate Love

“Agape (Compassionate Love) – Agape is selfless, unconditional love for the entire world: neighbors, strangers, everybody. Existing on the spiritual plane, it is the highest form of love – and the one in shortest supply in today’s society. Empathy fuels Agape love, which is given freely without any desires, expectations, or judgment.

Joshua’s girlfriend was special, he’d always told everyone. Special and misunderstood. Most people saw her as naive or childish, but he knew better.

She wasn’t air-headed, unsophisticated, or a starry-eyed dreamer; she was kind. Perhaps too kind, but that was one of the reasons he loved her so much. She gave herself freely and fully into her ventures and relationships and she didn’t expect anything in return.

She wasn’t simple, guileless, or inexperienced in life; she was selfless, bighearted, and loving. And, fun fact, she gave the warmest of hugs. People were envious of those hugs. She almost never said a bad word about anyone, and when she did—you knew there was something terribly wrong.

Those were the nights Joshua Hong would hold her close and cuddle with her, reaching under her shirt to run his calloused fingers across the smooth skin of her back, sending shivers down her spine.

They’d lie on their shared bed facing each other, playing with each other’s hair and humming lyrics to songs that they couldn’t quite remember, quiet compliments passing their lips.

It was a Friday evening that she walked into their apartment hiding a bruise on her arm with her sleeve. She gave her usual “hello”, but he could tell there was something wrong in an instant.

He gave her a concerned look, sitting up on the couch. “Angel? Are you okay?” he asked.

She gave him an easy smile and nodded. “Yeah, of course,” she assured him smoothly. “Why do you ask?”

“You just seem a little off.”

She slipped off her heels and flopped down next to him with a chuckle. “Well, we’re all wrong at some point in our lives, huh?”

He gasped dramatically. “Excuse me! I think you forget who your boyfriend is!” He tickled her sides, drawing precious giggles from her lips. “I’m Hong Jisoo; I’m never wrong.”

She pushed his hands away, still laughing. “You so are! Don’t be weird!”

“I can’t help it—it’s how I am.” He gazed at her lovingly. Yeah, he was totally in love with this girl, he was sure of it. He was in love her eyes, her lips, her laugh, her nose crinkle when she teased him, her business-casual clothing style.

He examined her outfit curiously. He hadn’t seen her since he’d woken up next to her that morning, and even then, they were both rushing to get out of the house, so he hadn’t really pay that much attention to it, but something seemed off.

“Hey, sweetheart?” he started. She hummed a tired reply, nuzzling her head into his neck and giving it a few chaste kisses. “Why’re you wearing long-sleeves?” She stopped her affectionate ministrations. “It was blazing today.”

She shrugged, pulling back to look at him. “It matched my skirt for work today. You know how I’m particular about things like that.”

He nodded. “Yeah, but I also could’ve sworn you were wearing a different shirt this morning. I only remember because it’s my favorite on you. You know? The one with the lace on the neck, shows off your collarbone well?”

She nibbled her bottom lip. Another thing about her…

She was a terrible liar.

Joshua’s posture changed. It got more defensive, worried. “Show me your arm.” It was more of a command than a request.

Slowly, she lifted her sleeve. “See?” she said quietly. “Nothing.”

“The other one.” His voice was hard. Not one to be argued with. “If you don’t do it, I’ll do it myself.”

She sighed, lifting up her other sleeve. The large mass of blue painted across her skin in the shape of fingers set something off in Joshua. He stood up with a growl, making her flinch.

“Again!” he hissed, trying to keep his voice down. He knew raised voices scared her. He raked a hand through his hair, pulling at the strands a little too roughly. “Why haven’t you reported him?”

She met his eyes. That’s something she always managed to do: keep eye contact during spats. It was her way of trying to reach his heart, get him to understand, and to understand him. Why he reacted the way he did in these situations.

“I did,” she said, referring to the man who’d been bothering her at her workplace for quite a while now. “It stopped for a while,” she said gently, “but he started messing with me again a few weeks ago.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose, frustrated. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I knew you’d react like this.” She smiled weakly. “I hate when you’re upset because of me.”

He shook his head. “Baby, it’s not your fault.” He eyed her arm. “And how’d that happen?”

“He grabbed me,” she replied hesitantly.

His eyes narrowed, but his voice remained level. Almost chilling. “Hard enough to bruise you?” She nodded. “That’s it,” he hissed. He headed for the door. “I’m gonna kill him. I’m gonna go over to your work, and I’m gonna kill him. And if he’s not there, I’ll find his address and kill him there.”

She shot up from the couch. “No!” She hugged him tightly, preventing him from moving any further. She rubbed soothing circles onto his chest from behind. “Don’t…” she whispered. She felt the way he was still stiff with anger.

She nuzzled into his shoulder blades. “Everyone’s important to somebody. Even someone like that,” she said. “We may not like him much, but that’s no reason to do something rash. I already told him off today, and I think it made him reflect on his actions. I hope so, at least.”

She walked around to face him. “I know you’re angry. Despite how it may seem, I’m angry, too. But… I’m not scared. I’m not scared because I have you. I have you, and I have this house that we share, and I have my job that I love, and my life that I adore, and my three cats that rip up my curtains, wake me up at three in the morning and trail their muddy footprints on my hardwood.”

She cupped his cheeks, pecking his nose. “There’s no point in me dwelling on a few bad things when I have a countless number of good things I could be focusing on. I want that to be the same for you too, my marshmallow.”

He felt himself relax at the nickname. He leaned into her touch. “I know… I know you do, it’s just—” He bit back tears that threatened to spill forth from the depths of his dark brown eyes. “I’m so scared that you’ll get hurt.”

She nodded, giving him a bittersweet smile. “I know, sweetheart. I know. But you shouldn’t worry so much. If I got seriously hurt, I would tell you. And chances are, let’s be honest, I would stop it before anything truly terrible happened. I’m not defenseless.”

“I know you’re not, and I know you would tell me if something really bad happened,” he said, grabbing one of her hands. He placed butterfly kisses on her wrist. “But I also know that you’re the type of person that would stop me from doing anything. Like right now.”

She chuckled at him. “Only the dumb things.”

“Hey!” He pinched at her hips. “Watch your tongue, woman! Where’s that kind, mild-mannered young woman when I need her?”

She shrugged, a sly glint in her eyes. “What can I say? A sexy guy like you brings out the bad girl in me, I guess.”

He chuckled, dragging her forward by her waist. “Oh, yeah?” He gave her jaw a languid peck. “Wanna take that bad girl back to the bedroom?”

She laughed. “For sleep? Yeah, sounds fun,” she teased.

He scoffed playfully. “I meant not sleeping activities, you prude.”

“Jerk!” She smacked his arm playfully, smiling at him in the most genuinely happy way. It warmed his heart ceaselessly. “If you ever ask me to marry you, you won’t have to worry about that anymore. After that, we can engage in not sleeping activities all you like.”

He smiled back at her, eyes full hearts. He brushed some hair out of her face, just admiring the beautiful woman he’d been blessed with, in the beautiful house they’d been blessed with, in the beautiful life they’d been blessed with. “Is that so?” he hummed. “I guess I better go grab that ring I picked out then, huh?”

She pouted at him in the cutest way. “Don’t tease me, please.”

“What if I’m not teasing you?”

A silence.

“Then I’d say you better hurry up and grab that ring, Joshua Hong.”

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littletonoemotion · 4 years

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About X1′s Situation

I don’t how many of you out there are OneIts, but I would greatly appreciate it if you could sign this petition for helping out X1:

http://chng.it/w8NmxNMDCP

They went through too much for this all to be in vein. Unless it’s something the members specifically wanted for themselves, I don’t feel right staying silent about it.

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littletonoemotion · 5 years

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People-

I’m going to a Tomorrow x Together Hi-touch in Florida and I don’t know what to do with myself. I’m literally going to audio record the whole thing, ‘cause pRECIOUS MEMORIES, YA KNOW???

Random/nonsense side-note: I think Taehyun’s hands are gonna be the softest, but should I let you know~? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

#tomorrow x together #txt #bighit #kpop #kpop scenarios #kpop fluff #kpop imagines

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littletonoemotion · 5 years

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If I died tomorrow, I would die unfulfilled. The reason being: I haven’t told Yeosang that his birthmark is beautiful yet. I legit have it written on my bucket list.

#ateez #ateez yeosang #kang yeosang #hes so cute #he is beauty he is grace #beauty #he owns my heart #he owns my soul #he owns me #i just love him so much #i....have no words #i love him #someone hug him #he deserves it #he deserves the world #he deserves all the love #can you tell i'm excited?#and emotional #im a mess

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littletonoemotion · 5 years

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이 태민: The Moonwalker Pt. 3

Part 3 has arrived, though it was terribly late! I’m fairly certain that this will be the last part, unless people request otherwise. Thanks for showing this little fic a lot of love! It feels really nice whenever I log into Tumblr and there’s a new like or something. ^^ Remember! If there’s anything you want to see from me, I always have inspiration for writing and I’m always willing to take requests.

If you’re a little shy or nervous; literally don’t be. I’m multi-fandom trash, so I’ll write for pretty much every group and in pretty much every genera, style or whatever the heck you’re into. XD Enjoy!

“So, how many dates is this?” Taemin asked, sipping his espresso with a content smile, almost a little smug.

Je Kyo rolled her eyes. “Zero. A full zero dates.”

“You’re so mean!” he whined, setting down his glass. “We’ve been hanging out like this for months!”

She shrugged. “Yup. We’ve been getting up at unholy hours to hang out just because you’re afraid of the dark.”

“I’m not afraid of the dark! I told you: it’s a condition. Like, a serious one. You wouldn’t want to see me like that.”

She gave him a look. “Sure thing, dude. Whatever you say.”

He huffed, “You’re so difficult. But back to my original point! These are clearly dates!”

She shoved him playfully across the table. “In your dreams, pretty boy!” She settled back into her chair, a comfortable booth seat in a cozy cafe. She looked out of the window, admiring how the city looked with the sun barely up. “It’s pretty, yeah?”

He nodded. “Yeah, I am pretty nice.” She shot him a glare, making him laugh. “I’m kidding! Of course, I’m kidding!” He took a deep breath, composing himself. “Yes, it’s a very pretty view.”

She smirked. Now was her chance! After all the teasing from the strange man that had walked into her flower shop a few months ago, she could finally get back at him. “Not as pretty as you,” she said, flashing him a winning smile. She topped it off with a wink.

He froze for a moment. There were no witty comments, no rolling of the eyes, no awkward chuckles. Just him, sitting across from her, his cheeks dusted pink and his eyes wide.

Je Kyo snorted, narrowly avoiding hitting her latte when she collapsed in laughter. “Your face!” she laughed. She didn’t even care about people staring at her at this point. She was having too much fun. “That was priceless!” She pulled out her phone, snapping a quick picture.

He pouted for a full minute before he finally spoke again. A smile made its way onto his full lips. “I win,” he said.

“What?” she asked, sliding her phone back into her coat pocket.

He looked proud of himself. “I win!” he repeated. “This proves your undying love for me! You even took a picture of me, which, let’s be honest, you’re gonna be using as your lock-screen for a long time.”

She dipped her fingers in a glass of ice water, flicking the leftover droplets at him. “You ever heard of ‘teasing’ or ‘joking’, you dork? That’s what that was—not a love confession! I swear, you’re so socially ignorant sometimes.”

A few drops fell from his chin. “Sure,” he chuckled. He grabbed a napkin, wiping his face. “Believe me, you’ll fall for me one day—Je Kyo? Are you okay?”

She quickly shook her head, trying to draw herself out of her own all-consuming thoughts. “Yeah, I’m good,” she said quickly. “Just staring at something.”

That, in itself, wasn’t a lie. She just hadn’t told him what it had been.

She must’ve been seeing things, right? Things like that didn’t happen to normal people. A certain ethereal glow to the eyes, a glitter like sparkles or moon-dust.

Though...

She’d thought for months now that Lee Taemin was far less than normal.

The memory played in her head over and over again, like a song on repeat. So that’s when she’d fallen for him, huh?

It wasn’t often that there were times like this in her life. Quiet moments that she could enjoy all to herself and roll her eyes at the cliche feeling of the whole thing. She always felt a sense of irony when she had a moment of peace, considering how rare it was.

Though, her peace was different from most people’s. What’s new?

When people think of calm, they think of sunsets and ocean waves, mountain tops and whispered ‘I love you’s, raindrops on windowpanes.

For her, ‘calm’ was a glass of tea, bought on sale at the convenience store. It was late nights, warm days with cold breezes, and her son fast asleep in their home, unaware of how cruel the world could be.

She wanted to keep him safe from that as long as possible, or at least give him hope that things got better. But how could she do that when she barely believed it herself?

Je Kyo stirred a spoonful of honey into her mug. The twilight looked rather lovely shining in through the slightly cracked window at the back of her apartment.

Despite how pretty the scene was, Je Kyo had come to dread twilight for one reason and one reason only. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her beating heart and racing thoughts. She just wished her anxious feelings would go away.

But somehow, even though there were butterflies of unfounded nervousness in her stomach, she’d never felt calmer. In a way, she felt accepting of the strange feeling.

She glanced back at Dongin, sleeping soundly on the rock-hard, dreadfully uncomfortable couch they called their own. A small smile graced her chapped lips.

“You goof,” she mumbled even though he couldn’t hear her, lost too deep in the land of dreams. She walked over to him, wiping the corner of his mouth with her sleeve. “Drooling all over the place... Nasty,” she chuckled.

There was a knock on the door, gentle and held with an easy rhythm. She opened the door without checking through the peep-hole; she really didn’t need to. “Tea’s in the kitchen,” she said.

“Not even a ‘hello’?” Ah-In chuckled.

Je Kyo shut the door behind her, careful to be quiet with it. “Sorry,” she said. “I just really want to get this off my chest. Preferably as fast as possible.”

Her neighbor nodded, ever-understanding. “All right, then.” They both ended up settling down on the fire escape, not wanted to wake up Dongin. “So, what’s up?”

Je Kyo took another glance at the sky, her headache worsening. She let out a heavy sigh. There was no backing out of it now, was there? “Have you noticed me acting a little strange these past few months?”

Ah-In nodded slowly. “If I’m being honest... Yes. You haven’t really been yourself, though I can tell you’ve been trying to mask it.”

She let out a bitter chuckle. “Guess it didn’t work all that well then,” she joked. She shrugged, taking a quick sip of her drink. “Well, what can I say? I tried.”

“Did you bring me here just to tell me that?”

Any trace of a smile left her face, but even then, she didn’t look sad. She didn’t look distressed, she didn’t look angry—she just looked numb. She didn’t meet her eyes, staring off into the distance, her eyes scanning over the cityscape. “Innie,” she started quietly, “I think I’m going insane.”

A breeze rushed by them, blowing their hair and buffeting their thin cardigans. Ah-In’s hoop-earrings acted as a sort of wind-chime. Je Kyo almost chuckled at the added atmosphere. What a movie-like scene, she thought.

Ah-In stared at her. “What?” It was more of a gasp than a question. Not even a gasp, just a breath, lost in the wind like a wisp of lost time or memory.

Je Kyo took another sip. “Insane,” she hummed. “You know? Crazy, mad, deranged, demented, unhinged, lunatic—you get it. I’m just not in it anymore.”

“In what?”

She thought for a moment. “Life, I guess,” she finally settled on. “For the past few months, I’ve been hearing voices and even though they freaked me out at first, now I’ve gotten used to them.” She chucked, tugging mindlessly at a strand of hair. “That’s not really normal, huh?”

She dripped a finger in her tea, stirring the liquid slowly. The subtle warmth felt nice against her skin. “The voices have gotten more and more... Enticing, you know? Like they’re calling me towards them, and honestly, I barely have the strength to tell them ‘no’ anymore.”

She looked over to her friend, a sad smile on her face. “You know, if it wasn’t for you and Dongin, I would just kill myself.” She could feel herself tearing up a little bit. She scoffed at herself, smacking her cheek a little. “Well, isn’t that rich? Throwing myself a little pity party over here.”

The whole time, Ah-In had been gazing at her with thick emotion swimming in her eyes. Je Kyo expected pity or concern, but instead, she looked proud. After the initial shock, at least. “You’re not throwing yourself a pity party,” she said. “You’re finally spilling your feelings, and that’s a blessing.”

“It’s a blessing for me to be totally screwed?”

Ah-In shrugged, a smile creeping up her cheeks. “Maybe you’re screwed, maybe you’re not—but either way, you’re not dead yet, are you?” Je Kyo stared at her. “You’re obviously holding onto something, or you would’ve jumped off this building a long time ago. I saw you almost do it when you were younger.”

Je Kyo flinched at the memory. “Not exactly something I look back on fondly...”

“But do you remember how you snapped out of it?”

She brought the mug to her lips. “I kinda blocked it out of my life completely, so no. Please, enlighten me, though.” She started chugging the rest of the drink.

“You found out you were pregnant.”

She paused, pulling away slowly. “That was the day I got the results back, wasn’t it?”

Ah-In nodded. “Exactly.” She wrapped an arm around Je Kyo’s shoulders, rubbing her arm soothingly. “Which confirms my theory. I already knew this, but you care about other people so much more than yourself.”

She scoffed. “Who do you think you’re talking about? Since when have I—?”

“Forever,” Ah-In said firmly. “I’ve never seen you be selfish.”

She shifted a little. “Oh, shush... Flatterer.”

“But despite that, I think it’s time you be a little selfish.” Je Kyo furrowed her brows at her, a question in her eyes. “I think the voices will go away if you do what’s best for you, for once. Not for Dongin, not for me, not for the future. Just for you, in this moment.

This beautiful present that you never get to spend enough time in.” She turned to look at the setting sun. “Because... Despite how shitty people can be, ‘right now’ is actually pretty beautiful.”

Je Kyo snorted.

“Why are you laughing?” Ah-In whined.

She covered her mouth, trying not to draw any attention from the people walking down below. “Y-you swore!” she said through muffled giggles.

She crossed her arms. “You think I don’t swear?”

“Not what I said.” There was a pause. “But totally what I was thinking.”

Ah-In gave her a light shove. “Je! I’m trying to help!”

She grabbed her friend’s hand. “I know.” She gave it a quick peck. “And I thank you.” She stood up, crawling back into the apartment through the window. “Can you watch Gin for a little while?”

“What?” Ah-In leaned her head in, watching Je Kyo toss on her shoes and a jacket. “Why? Where are you going?”

She opened the door, giving her friend and son one more look before stepping out. “To be selfish.”

Je Kyo sat at the bus-stop, kicking her feet back and forth childishly. The city was dark and quiet, it felt like she was the only one there. It was eerie, in a way.

The moon was full and bright in the sky, giving minimal light to the dark streets. It was moments like these that made Je Kyo wish that the neighborhood council weren’t so lazy with their plans for streetlights. Yet... She wasn’t afraid.

She was prepared for anything that was to come.

“Why’d you ask to meet here?” A familiar voice came. It was gentle and smooth and completely unmistakable. It was one she had, unintentionally, become quite attached to. “I told you that nighttime was a bit of a no-no for me.”

She turned around. There was Lee Taemin, standing there with his hood up, hands in his pockets and full-length pants on. That basically confirmed her theory. “I asked you to meet with me because I figured it out.”

He quirked an eyebrow. “Figured what out?”

“You.” She stood up, walking closer to him. “I figured you out.”

He backed up a few steps. “What’re you—?”

She tugged his hood off and pushed him into a patch of moonlight. Her breath almost got taken away. “I knew it,” she whispered. “You’re a moonwalker, aren’t you?” It was more of a statement than a question.

In the moonlight, Lee Taemin barely looked human anymore. His eyes shone with a sort of glowing opalescence, he looked almost transparent and his hair dripped with light, literally dripping onto his shoulders and leaving a trail in its wake.

He was shocked at first, but his face quickly relaxed. “So you figured it out, huh?”

She nodded. “Yeah.” She took in a shaky breath, putting her hands in her pockets. “I noticed.”

“You don’t seem shocked.”

She shrugged. “I’m more shaken than I seem, I promise.” She breath came out in thick plumes in front of her. Why did tonight have to be so cold? It didn’t help make her any braver. “I just can’t believe a moonwalker’s really here. Like, that they really exist.”

He shuffled. “Are you disappointed?”

She thought for a moment. “A little, yeah.” He looked at her, eyes wide. “I’ve been lying to you. Not for long. Only for about a month.”

“...About what?” he asked.

She sighed. “I’m seriously in love with you. But now, I’m just disappointed because I’m realizing that none of it was real. You’re just trying to take me away from my son.”

He shook his head. “No! That’s not what I—!”

“You only got close to me so you could feed on my loneliness, put voices in my head and eventually steal me away... You’ve been lying to me way longer than I have to you.” She hadn’t even noticed her tears that were dripping against the cracking pavement.

She was more emotional about this than she’d expected.

He took a step forward. “Je Kyo, I—”

She cut him off, “I’m just sad because my on-going theory about humanity is being proven correct once again.” She laughed bitterly. “People suck. Big time.” She sniffled and wiped her eyes. “Well, guess what?” She met his eyes, determination burning in her own. “I’m not going to let you take me away.”

He sighed. He took a few more ginger steps forward. “I’m not... Going to take you away. Where did you hear that rubbish?”

She took a step back for every step he took forward. “All the stories!” she snapped. “There’s never been a good story about you people! It’s all freakin’ gloom and doom!”

He kept advancing on her. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to believe everything you read?”

She balled her fists. “My parents didn’t stick around long enough to teach me that particular lesson, no.”

“I’m not going to take you away from Dongin. From your life.”

There was an anxiousness growing in her stomach that only grew when her back bumped against a wall. They were inches apart. Not even inches. Mere centimeters. The strength left her. She couldn’t feel angry anymore. Just there. “...Then what’re you going to do?”

His hand trailed slowly up her arm, giving her goosebumps and leaving his glow in a path leading upwards, the shape of his slender fingers. “Make you less lonely. That’s what it says in the stories, right? Do those damn stories ever specify how?”

She felt stiff. She wanted to run, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from him. Maybe she didn’t even want to. “No, I supposed they don’t,” she muttered.

“We do it by giving you lonely humans what you’re lacking.” He paused. “Love.”

She frowned. “But it’s not real. If it’s not real, I don’t want it.”

He shook his head. His eyes looked somewhat pleading. “No, no, no—it’s so real, I promise! For most moonwalkers, yes, it’s done for the purpose of their existence, but you and me... We’re something special.”

She looked away from him. “How am I supposed to trust you? Believe that this isn’t just because of your flippin’ otherworldly purpose?”

He thought in silence for a moment. “Because this is how I feel right now.” He brought his hand to her cheek.

She flinched, but immediately relaxed against his palm. She didn’t know what she was expecting, really. She had thought that the glowing essence he possessed would feel somewhat cold, like the moon looked. “It’s very... Warm,” she said quietly.

He nodded, trying to smile a little. “Very warm. Because I’m nervous.”

She met his piercing gaze. “Nervous?” she echoed. “Why?”

“Because of you,” he chuckled. “I feel like a child around you... I get so fluttery and all over the place, all I can do is tease you some days. All because I don’t know how to deal with myself.” He rolled his eyes at himself. “Some divine being I am.”

He examined her face. So close to his. So tempting. “You know...” he whispered. “I’m sure if I kissed you right now, my knees would buckle.”

Her cheeks felt hot. She didn’t know if it was because of his hand against her cheek or something else, but all she could do was shake her head. “Don’t lie to me, please.”

“I’m not,” he said. He sounded so sincere. “When I first came into your flower shop, I was just there because of my instincts—because of what my ‘programming’, for lack of a better word, told me to do. But soon, when you took me to all those cafes and fast food places and thrift shops, I started missing your laugh when I wasn’t next to you. Your witty quips, your casual and hardworking nature, your dedication, and your smile.”

She shifted her weight. “That’s... Specific.”

He found himself leaning closer. “Do I need to list more? I have thousands.”

“No, that’s... That’s quite enough.”

His lips brushed against hers, making both of them shiver. “May I?” His voice was barely above a whisper. “The anticipation is killing me.”

With this one answer, she could make the decision for herself whether or not to be lonely anymore. She could have it all, if she wanted. Her son, her friend, her crappy job, her chill twilight hours and the guy that she’d fallen head-over-heels for.

Would that be too selfish?

Well... She came out here this cold autumn night to be selfish. Might as well go all the way. If it ended up breaking down eventually, that was fine. Even the brightest thing in the world, like the sun, sets at some point.

With a deep breath, releasing all the fears and tension and hatred she’d been holding onto for years, she whispered, “Hell, yeah.”

THE END

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littletonoemotion · 5 years

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이 태민: The Moonwalker Pt. 2

Part two is here. That’s it. That’s the note. I hope someone’s finding some enjoyment out of this, and even if they’re not, whatever! I’m having a blast writing it, so that’s all that counts.

“Mom?” Dongin asked. He’d been staring at Je Kyo for a good thirty minutes, rushing around their small apartment. He was confused, but he also found it a little funny.

She had messed with her hair, put it up, gotten frustrated with it, decided to stay in her normal style, stared at her clothes for a solid minute in the mirror trying to gauge how it looked to the outside viewer and she’d actually bothered to put on makeup today. That was something she never did.

“Yeah, baby?” she asked, though she wasn’t paying too much attention. She was slipping on the one pair of heels she owned. They were old, a little too small, terribly worn and not that pretty, but it was better than nothing. “What’s up?”

He gave her his youthful, toothy smile. “Are you goin’ on a date?”

She nearly tripped over her own feet. “What are you talking about, silly goose? Of course not.”

He giggled. “Sure you don’t, mom,” he cooed. “Except that you definitely do! You’re getting all pretty!”

“I... No.” It was really the only thing she could spit out. He really was a smart kid.

“Are you gonna kiss him?”

She laughed at him. “You need to go to the neighbor’s house right now, young man!” She gave him a smooch on the forehead, though she was giggling so much, it was hard.

He groaned playfully, hopping off the couch and dragging his feet to the door. “I’m going, I’m going! Can I say something, though?” He gave her a small smile. “I like you the way you are when you’re normal, mom. Maybe try being that way with him?” With that, the door shut behind him.

‘Well...’ she thought. ‘From out of the mouths of babes.’

She glanced at her watch. Just enough time to get rid of the makeup, the skirt, the beret in her hair, the heels—everything that wasn’t her. Maybe that was the best thing she could do for herself.

Je Kyo tapped her fingers absentmindedly against the counter. Again, a quiet day. A quiet day with the usual costumers, the usual orders, the usual emptiness of the space.

She stared at the clock, watching the time pass by. She could hear every tick, echoing in the emptiness of the room. If she was being honesty, it made her kind of tired.

Well, not so much tired as the monotony of it reminded her of her ever-growing fatigue. She loved her son, but his habit of not being able to fall asleep took its toll on her, just as much as him.

She rested her head on her palm, her eyes fluttered shut, her breath evened out. There was nothing. Just darkness and a dull buzz. A dull buzz that was getting louder. A buzz that was piercing her ears.

But she didn’t stir and she didn’t wake. Not even when the white noise formed into something else. A whisper. Not when it was speaking into her ears with just a few thing that she was able to pick out.

Mine.

That word was repeated over and over again, like a mantra. It got progressively louder and more persistent, like it was tugging on her, but she couldn’t open her eyes to escape it. It was caging her.

‘Wake up,’ she told herself. She felt her breath quicken. ‘Wake up!’

Stillness. Her eyes were open. She was in her boring little flower shop, stuck in a cold sweat, breathing like she’d just run a marathon. Her hands were shaking and her eyes were wide.

“Are you all right?”

She jumped and covered her mouth. “What the hell?” she snapped. She whipped her head around, seeing the young man from yesterday seated in a chair across the room. “What are you doing in here?” She sounded more aggressive than she meant to, but she didn’t care much about that now. She was too shaken.

He closed the book he’d been reading and uncrossed his legs in a graceful motion. “I was coming to pick you up,” he said simply. He looked concerned. “I saw you were asleep but you looked troubled, so I locked the door. Are you all right?”

“You had no right to do that!” she shouted. “You can’t just come into someone’s place of work and—!”

He cut her off. “So, you’re not okay.”

She took a deep breath. “No,” she said quietly. “No, I’m sorry. That was my fault. I shouldn’t have yelled at you.” She tried to stand up, but her legs threatened to give out.

In seconds, he was at her side, guiding her back down to the wicker chair. “Sit,” he said gently. “You look pale.” He let her settle in before continuing. “What happened?”

She shook her head. “Nothing,” she assured him. “It was just a nightmare.”

“Wanna talk about it?”

She glanced at him, half-tempted to take him up on the offer. She chuckled bitterly. “I’m sorry, but I don’t even know your name. I’m not ready to—”

“Taemin,” he said. “My name’s Taemin.”

She blinked a few times. “Just like that?” she asked, dumbfounded.

He nodded. “Now will you tell me?”

She sighed heavily, relenting in her fate of dealing with this persistent young man. “What do I have to lose?” It was rhetoric, of course. She rubbed her temples, trying to get rid of the growing headache. “I had a nightmare. Pretty dumb, huh?”

“A nightmare?” He shook his head. “No, that’s not dumb.” He dragged a chair over, sitting across from her. “How’d it make you feel?”

She scoffed lightly. “What are you, a therapist?”

“Nope.” He gave her a simple smile. “Just curious.”

She shrugged. “Fair enough.” She thought for a moment, tapping her fingers thoughtlessly. “I don’t really know how I felt. Scared, I guess. It felt like someone was reaching inside of me and pulling up... I don’t know, memories or something. Maybe some insecurities. I don’t know, it was just weird.”

“Maybe you’re misjudging it,” he offered. “Maybe it wasn’t a nightmare.” She quirked an eyebrow at him. “Maybe it was a good dream in disguise.”

She couldn’t hold back a laugh. “Seriously? What makes you say that?”

“Well, it’s like they say: there’s a thin line between love and hate. Maybe there’s a thin line between a good dream and a bad one as well.”

She gave him a look. “Not to offend or anything, but that’s a load of crap.”

He chuckled. “Oh?”

“Of course! There’s no fuzzy line or questions; you either like something or you don’t.” She crossed her arms in a final way. “Love isn’t enigmatic. You feel it or you don’t, and that’s that.”

He hummed thoughtfully. “Is that so?” He leaned forward a bit. Perhaps a bit too much, considering how close their faces were all of a sudden. “Then how do you feel about me? Do you love me or hate me?”

She stared at him for what felt like a solid minute. “Well, I don’t know!” she finally huffed. “We’ve only just met!”

He gave her a proud look, almost a little cocky. “Then I guess it isn’t as simple as you think, huh?” He leaned back again. “Haven’t you ever indulged in something when your knew you shouldn’t? Haven’t you ever disliked someone for no reason other than they got on your nerves?”

“I... guess I have.”

“Then my point is proven!” He grinned. “So maybe, just maybe, your dream was a good one?” He waited patiently for her answer, his eyes glimmering with something she couldn’t quite place.

His eye were almost opalescent, in a way. They looked like they shined with a million different colors, and he was ready to reveal what each of them meant, just like he had done with red the previous day.

Maybe she wanted to learn about those colors hiding in his eyes.

She stayed quiet. “Maybe it was.” She cleared her throat and stood up. “I’m not saying that for sure, but it’s a possibility. A low one, but a possibility.”

He giggled, slightly reminiscent of a little kid. “So, you’re saying I was right?” he cooed.

“Maybe,” she corrected him. “Don’t go getting a big head about it.”

He chuckled. “Fine, fine.” Again, something flashed in his eyes. A brightness of some sort. Or maybe it was a darkness; she couldn’t quite place it. “Are you curious?” he asked, his voice having a smoothness about it that she hadn’t heard before.

She snapped out of whatever staring fit she’d been in. “Curious?” she said. She was proud of herself for not stuttering even though she was caught off guard. “About what, exactly?”

He smiled at her. “You’re looking at my eyes.”

She crossed her arms. “Yeah. So?” she tried to play it off. “Eye-contact is important to me.”

“So you didn’t see anything?” he asked.

She eyed him. “Like what...?”

There was a beat of silence. Perhaps a beat too many. There was a slight tension that couldn’t be placed, a question that couldn’t be asked, an answer that couldn’t be given.

He flashed her a flirtatious wink. “Like your future, of course!”

She rolled her eyes, refusing to admit that she might’ve been a little flattered. “Nope, all I saw was a lot of trouble for me to deal with.”

“Oh, come on!” he whined. “That’s so mean!”

She laughed. “You asked for it, you weirdo!” She held her hand out to him. “Now, are we gonna go hang out or what?”

He looked at her, an impish glint in his eyes. “Is your shift even technically over yet?”

“I’m closing early. Now, are you coming or not? My arm’s getting tired.”

He hummed. “Do I get to hold your hand?”

“Not a chance.”

He shrugged. “Fair enough.”

Je Kyo knocked on her neighbor’s door, a content smile on her face. Today had been... Surprisingly pleasant. She’d had a lot more fun than she’d expected, and that Taemin character turned out to actually be a real dork, which she found cute. He was fun to talk to.

“Ah-In!” she called, though she tried to keep her voice down a little. Sure, it was only slightly past ten, but most of her neighbors were crabby drunkards that couldn’t be trusted, so she preferred to be safe rather than sorry.

Ah-In and her husband, Ha Joon, were one of the good ones. Always willing to take care of Dongin during the day while she was at work. “I’m here for Dongin,” she called again.

In moments, Ah-In opened the door, her four-month-old in her arms. She gave her a smile, in all of her traditional beauty. To be honest, Je Kyo was a little shocked by her sometimes. She was just so pretty.

“Wow,” Ah-In chuckled. “What’s the deal with you? You’re glowing.”

She rolled her eyes playfully. “I am not.”

“You so are!” She gave her a light smack on the arm. “You have to tell me—why?”

Dongin came running down the stairs at breakneck speed. “Because mommy went on a date today!” He jumped into Je Kyo’s arms, giving her a tight squeeze and a peck on the cheek.

She laughed, hugging him back and giving him a kiss on the forehead. “For the last time, it was not a date! Also, what’d I tell you about running down the stairs, young man?”

Dongin giggled. “Then why were you getting dressed all fancy this morning?”

She tapped his nose. “Don’t try and change the subject, mister.”

Ah-In made an over-exaggerated noise of surprise. “Song Je Kyo got dressed up for someone? The Song Je Kyo? Our Song Je Kyo?” She called into her apartment. “Honey, did you hear that? Je dressed up for someone!”

“Stop, stop, stop!” she begged, though she was stifling some laughter as well. “You’re gonna wake the whole complex!”

The woman chuckled. “Maybe I will, but you’re worth it.”

Je Kyo smiled at her, though it was a bittersweet one. “You’re too good for this world, Ah-In. How’d you end up in a place like this?” she asked, gesturing to their trashy living arrangements.

She shrugged. “Ha Joon and I don’t mind this place, really. Besides, it’s not so bad.”

“What’s ‘not so bad’ about this place?”

She hummed thoughtfully. “Well... I think it’s because, at the beginning of every day, I start it off with watching the sunrise with the person—” she glanced at the child in her arms, “the people I love the most. And at the end of every day, we watch the sun set together. I don’t think I treasure anything more than those golden moments on our crappy balcony.”

She flashed her a smile. “We don’t need more than this. Besides, how would we see you and Dongin if we moved?” She shook her head. “Nuh-uh, not gonna happen! We’re happy here because... We’re not lonely.”

Lonely...

Je Kyo had been listening intently, but at that last sentence, it felt like her head was splitting in two. It felt like the buzzing from her dream had returned, the distant whispers, but louder and louder.

The worst thing was: she didn’t know why. She let out a pained groan.

Dongin looked at her, concern painted on his face. “Mommy?”

She set him down gently, gritting her teeth. It was taking too much effort. “Stand by yourself, honey, please.”

“Je, are you all right—?”

Ah-In was cut off by Je Kyo. “Shh!” she hissed sharply, gripping her head. “It’s too loud...” she mumbled. “It’s too loud!”

Words and phrases were swimming around her head at a dizzying speed, making her falter. She almost felt like falling over.

Mine.

All mine.

You’ll never be alone again.

Let me in.

“Mom!” Dongin looked up at her with wide eyes. He gripped the hem of his mother’s shirt.

Slowly, Je Kyo felt herself being pulled back to her reality. She looked down at her son, tears brimming her eyes. She reached her hands down and held his, so much smaller than hers. Far more delicate. Unharmed.

‘I can’t go insane yet...’ she thought. ‘I have to protect you.’

The voices faded. All that was left was a final wispy breath, almost like a sigh.

“Why do you make it so hard on yourself?” it whispered and then died.

She was almost tempted to give it a reply. “You’re the one that’s making it hard for me”, she wanted to say. But then she realized, you’re only crazy once you start replying to the voices.

She took a deep breath and wiped her tears. “I’m so sorry, baby.” She leaned down to Dongin’s height, petting his head gently. “I bet that was scary, huh?��

He nodded before hugging her. “Really scary, mom!”

She shushed him gently, rubbing his back. “It’s okay... Mommy’s sorry, okay?”

“What was that...?” Ah-In asked quietly, almost like she was afraid of another outburst from Je Kyo.

She gave her an easy smile, the one she’d been perfecting for so many years. “Migraine,” she said. “Guess I need to take better care of myself, huh?”

She seemed to accept the excuse, though perhaps a little reluctantly. “A migraine?” Je Kyo nodded. “Well... I can understand how painful those can be. Sometimes it feels like your head’s being split open. I have some medicine, if you wanna try it out.”

She shook her head and stood up, taking Dongin with her. “No, I’m fine, thanks. I’m just gonna get a good night’s rest.” She waved to her. “Innie, wave goodbye.”

Dongin waved to their pretty neighbor. “Bye, Mrs. Oh.”

“Good night, you two,” Ah-In sighed. She didn’t seem completely convinced, but she didn’t pry.

“Thanks for taking care of Dongin today,” Je Kyo said.

Ah-In nodded. “Of course. My door is always open. For anything,” she said meaningfully.

For whatever reason, Je Kyo felt very touched by that. “Thank you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

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littletonoemotion · 5 years

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이 태민: The Moonwalker Pt. 1

So, I was thinking about Taemin’s ethereal beauty the other day (what’s new?) and my mind kinda wandered and I was like, “What kind of mythical creature would he be?” My mind immediately drifted to ‘Siren’, but I modified it a little bit and it turned into this... This is part one so! Enjoy, if you can.

The bedroom door peeked open, streams of light pouring in. They fell over the carpet, the boxes that held memories and possessions, and the mattress that laid on the floor in place of a bed, bathing them in an artificial glow.

“Hey, mom?” a little boy’s voice came. “I can’t sleep.”

She sat up in her makeshift bed. “Again?” she asked, trying to clear the fog from her mind.

He nodded. “Can you read me the story again? The one with the moonwalker?”

She gave him a tired smile, patting the spot next to her. “Sure thing, squirt. Crawl in.” He did as he was told, snuggling under her arms and molding against her perfectly, like a habit.

She cleared her throat, lightly brushing through his son’s hair with her slender fingers. “Once upon a time, there lived a race of people called moonwalkers. Now, moonwalkers were known to be incredibly beautiful, but also terribly dangerous.

They weren’t like normal people, little mister. They were different; they had darker wishes and desires. You see, what moonwalkers were capable of? That would be dangerous to even the strongest or most cold-hearted person. Nobody could resist their charms.”

He looked up at her, his bangs flopping at a funny angle. “Not even you, mom?”

She shook her head, chuckling. “Not even me, love. A moonwalker charms someone until they trust them completely, and once that trust is earned, there’s no escaping. You’re trapped. You’re not even you anymore, because you’ve become a part of that creature. They own your soul, they take it.”

“But why do they do that?”

She hummed thoughtfully, thinking about it seriously for a moment. “Because they’re lonely, I suppose. Legend has it that they only go after people with lonely, empty hearts.”

He crawled into her lap and faced her. “Like you?”

She was taken aback. “Like me?” She gave him a lopsided grin, mussing up his hair. “Now tell me, how could I possibly be lonely when I’ve got you?”

He frowned and flattened his hair back out. “You’ve been lonely ever since dad left.” She froze. “I can feel it. I don’t remember much about him, but I do know that when you think about him, you get sad.”

She sighed. “You know, you’re pretty smart for a six year old.” She gave him a tight hug. “But don’t worry, I’m not sad. I’m angry.”

“At dad?”

She nodded. “Mhm.”

“Because he ran away?”

She brought him a little closer. “Yeah...”

There was a brief silence. “Hey, mommy?”

“Mm?”

He pulled away to look into her eyes, still slightly glazed with sleep. “Is a moonwalker gonna come and take you away from me?”

She flicked his forehead. “Of course not, bean. Moonwalkers are just stories, all right? They’re not real, and they won’t take me away.”

He nodded. “Okay.” He yawned.

“You tired, little man?” He nodded. “Then let’s go tuck you in.”

Je Kyo often told that story to her son, Dongin. She told it so often that she never had a second thought about it after she tucked him in for the night. She never thought about it again when she laid down on her bed with an empty space. She never thought about it when she was drifting off into what she hoped would be a restful sleep.

But that night, something had her thinking about it. Perhaps it was what Dongin had said. But either way, as she closed her eyes, she could’ve sworn she heard something in the distance, almost like a whisper. What really bothered her, though...

Was that she couldn’t make it out.

Je Kyo didn’t hate her job at the local flower shop. In fact, she needed it to survive, since bills hadn’t magically started paying themselves. But it never stopped her from wishing for more.

Every once in a while, she had thoughts like, “I’ve wasted my youth” or “I haven’t done anything with my life”, but she quickly pushed those thought away. For her sake, and for her son’s.

Every morning, she woke up at 6:30, made breakfast, dropped Dongin off at the neighbor’s, and then went to work. She had plenty of repeat customers; mostly older woman who liked to have something to brighten up their homes.

“How’s that boy of yours?” one of those said customers asked. She was a friendly woman in her late sixties that always made a habit of coming in around lunch time to strike up a conversation.

Je Kyo gave her an easy smile. “He’s doing well, Ms. Park. Thank you for asking.”

“Of course!” the woman chuckled. “How’s school going?”

She quirked an eyebrow while arranged a bouquet of roses. “For me, or him?”

“Both of you.”

She paused and sighed before bringing back her usual smile. “Unfortunately, school isn’t in the budget for either of us right now. So, we’re both homeschooling! It’s been a blast, and Dongin seems to be really enjoying it.”

“Oh.” It was coming. “Well, that’s...” Closer. “Lovely, dear.”

There it was. The pity.

What Je Kyo really hated was that pity in people’s eyes when they looked at her. She could see their thoughts sketched across their face’s like a letter straight to her psyche.

“Oh, the poor thing. Ignorant. Small in the whole scheme of things.Twenty-four years old, not even a full education, struggling financially, all alone.”

Alone. That was always the worst.

“Well!” Ms. Park said, clearing her throat purposefully. “I should be getting on my way. I’ll see you here tomorrow, right dear?”

Je Kyo spoke under her breath, “When am I not here?”

“What did you say, deary?”

She let that go-to smile spill smoothly across her features. “I said, of course! It’ll be a pleasure to see you again.”

She seemed pleased with the reply. People were always pleased when they got their way; heard what they wanted to hear. “Same to you!” She waved as she left the shop. “Until tomorrow!”

Je Kyo waited until she was out of sight before letting out a heavy sigh. She dropped one of the roses she was working with and resting her head on the counter in front of her. It felt cool against her cheek, almost making her a little sleepy. It didn’t help that the shop was completely quiet.

“Excuse me.”

Her head shot up. “Sorry!” she automatically spat out. “I was a little spaced out and I didn’t hear the door open. I’m very sorry!” Her eyes finally adjusted on the man in front of her. He wasn’t gray-haired and withered like she had expected. Instead, he was tall, clear-skinned, elegant and absolutely gorgeous.

He had caramel eyes, full lips, and expensive yet casual taste in clothing. Also, random side-note: his hair looked like the most pleasant and touchable thing she’d ever seen. It just looked soft.

All she could think of was how lucky she was to be working on such a day that he decided to come in. Though, at the same time, she was internally slapping herself for eyeing up a customer like he was the final slice of cake at a birthday party.

He chuckled, giving her a small smile. “It’s fine. I was just looking at your bouquet.” He gestured to the roses behind her. “It’s lovely, you know.”

She glanced back at it. It wasn’t even finished yet. “Oh... That’s not done, but thank you, sir.”

He cocked his head to the side. “It looks finished to me.”

She chuckled a little. “You obviously haven’t arranged flowers before.”

“Well, you’re not wrong.” He gave an enchanting grin. “But people have told me I have excellent taste! I’d like to buy your half-finished bouquet if I may.”

Her jaw threatened to drop. “You want... that?”

“I do.” He nodded like it was the greatest idea he’d ever had. “I definitely do. You see, those flowers are just what I need! They’re red.”

She gave him a quizzical look. “You like red, I guess, sir?”

He put a hand on his hip, that strangely innocent smile still playing on his lips. “Oh, come now. You work in a flower shop for a living—you’ve gotta know at least a little about the meaning behind colors.”

She shrugged. “Just the basics; nothing too special.”

“Well then, shall I tell you what red means?”

She glanced around for any other customers. There was no one.

She was alone.

With someone.

“I have time,” she said. “Like, seriously. A lot a time.”

He plucked a rose from the arrangement behind her, almost like a reference. “Red represents all the best things in life.” He inhaled the flower’s sugary sweet scent. “Red is the color of love, passion, desire, heat, longing...” His words were thick with emotion, like a spell.

His eyes opened to look her over slowly. Not in a predatory way, just observing. “It represents lust, sexuality, sensitivity, romance, joy, strength, leadership. It shows off courage, vigor, willpower, rage, anger, danger, malice, wrath, stress, action, radiance, and determination.” His smile tilted into a bit of a smirk. “Now tell me, what could possibly be wrong with a color like that?”

Je Kyo only just then realized that she must’ve been staring. She quickly snapped herself out of it, clearing her throat. “You certainly know a lot about colors, sir.”

“A little, I suppose.”

She leaned forward, gently plucking the flower from his fingers to put in back in its proper place. “I couldn’t help but notice though, there’s a whole lot of bad things that comes with your red too, isn’t there? The rage, the anger, the wrath.”

He caught her by the wrist before she pulled away fully. “But aren’t you supposed to take the bad with the good?” He looked pleased with the flustered look on her face. “That’s why I like red so much,” he said in a sing-songy way, letting her arm go.

She got a hold of herself easily, almost surprising him. “I guess that’s one way to look at it.” She slid the rose back into the arrangement. “So, based on what you said, you need these for a girlfriend or something, right?”

“I’m hoping she’ll be,” he said.

She nodded. “Ah, so it’s a confession. Well, here you go.” She handed the bouquet to him. “On the house. I hope it goes well.”

His eyes widened. “Wait—really?”

“Yup. As I said, it’s not even finished, so I can’t really put a fair price on it. If you just take it, it saves me a lot of time spent thinking and calculating.” She plopped back down into her chair. “So go for it. Go confess to your girl; I’m sure she’ll accept.”

He held the flowers out to her.

“...I said you could take them,” she said.

He grinned at her. “You also said that my girl would accept, but I don’t see you taking the flowers.”

She sat there for a moment, frozen. She was just trying to compute what the hell had just happened, but it wasn’t coming easily. “I’m sorry, what?”

He shook the flowers a little. “You should be taking them,” he whined.

“They’re for me?” She scoffed. “But we’ve only just met!”

He nodded. “That’s right. And I’d like to take you on a date.”

This always happened at the prospect of letting someone new into her life. She’d been betrayed too many times and had too many promises broken not to be cautious. She knew Dongin suffered for it, but she had a hard time controlling it.

She could feel her heart closing itself off, rationalizing all the reason why this was wrong or impossible or just wishful thinking. She didn’t let herself believe in good. She didn’t let herself trust.

That’s why she was alone.

She shook her head. “I don’t think so. You’re really sweet, mister, and I really appreciate it, but I just don’t feel comfortable going on dates with complete strangers.”

He stared at her for a moment. A moment became a minute and a minute become a minute too long, but eventually, he just shrugged. “All right,” he said. He tucked the bouquet under his arm. “I’ll be off, then. Thanks for the chat!”

Seeing him start to walk away... That tugged something inside of her, though she didn’t know what. He felt like an opportunity slipping past. A book that she could’ve read, but she didn’t push past the first chapter. A door that she could’ve opened, but she was too scared what she might see.

Before she knew it, she was standing up, pushing her chair back with her legs and calling after him, “Hey, mister!” He turned back briefly, an eyebrow raised. “I’m not okay with going on dates with strangers, but I’d be okay with going out for coffee sometime,” she said, her voice getting quieter as she spoke.

He chuckled at her antics. “Isn’t that a date?”

“Pfft. No. It’s just two people getting together for an activity because they want to get to know more about each other.”

He gave her a sassy look that suited him surprisingly well. “Isn’t that the definition of a date?”

She crossed her arms, matching his level of sass. “Haven’t you ever heard of making friends?”

For a moment, it looked as if he might argue more, but instead, he just smiled again. That simple, yet seemingly completely genuine smile. “All right, then,” he said. He tossed her the flowers, which she just barely caught. “How does Monday sound, after your shift?”

She collected herself after the assault by roses. “Fine,” she said, a little more hurriedly than she might’ve liked. “Sounds fine.”

He chuckled. “All right. Then, see you Monday.”

There were many questions swimming through Je Kyo’s head.

How did he know that she was working Monday? What the heck just happened? What was his name, where would they meet, what was she thinking?

But most of all, she wondered...

How is it possible that there was no pity in his eyes?

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littletonoemotion · 5 years

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Random Thought #5

If Lee Taemin were a mythical creature, I have NO DOUBT he’d be a type of land siren.

If you’d like me to expand on that thought, lemme know. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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littletonoemotion · 5 years

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Random Thought #4

You know, San is probably the type of person that wouldn’t judge you for anything. Like, if you were always afraid of showing people your work in progresses because you’re scared that they’re not perfect, I feel like he’d just take those insecurities and chuck them out the window, because no matter what you were doing, or how good it was, he would look at you with a big, bright smile and tell you, “You’re doing well”.

I bet he’s the kind of person who sees your low-quality as high-quality.

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littletonoemotion · 5 years

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Honest opinions on Lee Dongmin (Cha Eunwoo) from ASTRO??

Yeah, sure thing! I’m a huge AROHA, so I’ve got a lot to say about our handsome boy. ^-^ Thanks for the Dream, Mr/Ms. Anon! So, I suppose this is my Honest Opinions on Idols #2?

Let’s just hop straight in, shall we? Lee Dongmin (better known as Cha Eunwoo)… Oh, where to start?

Well, first and foremost: I have mad respect for him. Like, legitimately. I admire the fact that he has a blooming and successful acting career going for him, but he hasn’t just up and left his work with ASTRO fly to the wind.

I think that really admirable, and I think he’s improved a lot in the things he loves. He seems like the type of person that lives with an “if at first you don’t succeed, try, try, try again” mindset. And I think that’s a very good thing.

However, I do feel like he’s a little self-conscious. Self-conscious, but not self-aware, if that makes any sense. Let me explain.

I feel like he’s someone who’s been complimented and expected the best of for such a majority of his life, he’s probably intensely worried about screwing up and ruining that “prince-image” he’s built.

To put it in the simplest terms I can imagine; he feel like the kind of person who washes behind his ears just because he’s afraid that someone will ask him about it one day, and he wants to be able to give the right answer.

So, in a small way, I think he pretends a little too much and doesn’t reveal his true-self as much as he might want to. And (bringing us to the “not self-aware” part) I don’t even think he notices he’s doing it. I think he’s so used to acting a certain way in public that he’s kind of created two personalities for himself.

Cha Eunwoo: the prince we all see, and Lee Dongmin: the person behind the mask.

That’s not to say Dongmin’s not a true gentleman in real life, I’m not saying that at all, but I do think he’s a little more uptight in public than he might be in a more casual setting.

I honestly feel like he’d intimidate me a lot if I met him face-to-face. His gaze is just so intense when he’s not smiling, and when that smile turns off, it’s like his sparkle does too, and his eyes just go… dark. I’m not sure if that reflects anything he might be feeling on the inside, but that’s just an observation on my part.

In a way, I guess he’s really self-controlled, huh? I mean, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him explode at anything or anyone (except when he’s more relaxed and he messes around with the members), so I suppose that means he has a lot of control over himself and his emotions. That’s pretty cool.

Now! That’s quite enough rambling about meaningless things. I’ll continue, shall I?

Dongmin seems likes a really kindhearted person in the way that he seems to care for other people (gentleman side, enter), but I feel like he might be lacking a little bit on the empathy side. Not terribly, just a little. I feel like if you were having a bad day, he’d notice and probably ask you about it, and if you decided to tell him about it, it’s only a 50% chance he’d understand your reasoning for being upset.

Like, if it was something like stress at work, he’d be like, “Oh yeah, me too, I feel you, bro”, but if it came to something like the rain just getting you down in the dumps for some reason, he probably would get a little confused and just nod without really understanding. Do you get what I’m saying? ‘Cause I don’t get what I’m saying.

Continuing on! He’s very… Mannerly, I guess you could say? He seems like someone who didn’t break a lot of rules growing up because he was afraid of the repercussions, so he’s probably grown with that same worry and just become a really up-right person. Which, trust me, isn’t a bad thing.

Staying out jail, respecting the human race/the planet/animals, and life in general is never a bad thing. That’s probably not even keeping up appearances—he’s most likely just really used to acting like that; I don’t know.

He seems like a responsible person who definitely believes in the “don’t break a promise” rule. If he makes a commitment, he’s gonna keep it. Or, at the very least, work his ass off trying to. I think that’s a really special thing to find in a person.

SPEED ROUND

He probably doesn’t hold a lot of grudges. Very forgiving.

Tries to be virtuous, but is low-key dirty-minded at the weirdest of times. Probably has an arsenal of dirty jokes. (Like, in his mind he’d probably make a joke out of the word “arsenal” and point out that “arse” is in it. Not necessarily dirty, but you get what I mean.)

He looks like he’s good at problem solving and providing, so that definitely brings him up on the husband-material list. I guess you’d say he seems industrious?

Feels like a patient guy, at least until you push his buttons too much. Then he’d probably be on the brink of blowing up, and whether or not y’all were in public would decide whether or not he slaps your shoulder or just laughs it off.

Seems humble, but probably wants to brag a little bit, since he’s good at so many other things other than having a haNDSOME FACE. *deep breaths*

I bet he’s secretly really zealous. Like, I bet he internally thinks “YEAH, LET’S GET THIS” every time he gets excited, but instead he just gives that cute smile and excited nod. In private, he probably squeals a little. 0_0

He’s probably pretty awkward with giving advice, but once you mull over his words for a while, they’re actually pretty wise. Just a hunch.

So, there we go! My honest opinions on Cha Eunwoon. ^_^ I think he’s a multi-talented, unwittingly insecure gentleman who deserves attention less for his visuals and more so for his other skills, especially since there’s so many of them. The way I feel about him summed up is… He’s got a big, clumsy heart that always wants the best for everyone he cares about (and himself), but he sometimes lets his thoughts crowd his mind too much.

I hope he finds one place where he can just breathe. I think that’d be nice for him. A place for him to know that bad sides are good sides, too. As long as they’re you.

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littletonoemotion · 5 years

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My Personal Opinions on Idols #1

My friend asked me what I genuinely thought of Felix, so I decided to turn it into a little series, if y’all are even interested in that. Send me a kpop star (or group, whatever floats your banana boat) and I’ll give my honest opinions. If you’re interested, that is. For all I know, nobody cares. XD

Also, warning! Rambling queen is present.This is why people say when I get started on something I’m passionate about, I don’t shut up...

Overall, I think Felix is probably the type of person to just get you, you know?

I feel like he feels things very deeply and he’s very perceptive, but he doesn’t show it that often due to his bright personality and general goofiness. The reason I say this is because sometimes he says and notices things—just certain things—that are very philosophical, in a way.

I think he’s able to make quick (and creepily accurate) assumptions about a person upon first meetings, and perhaps even first glance. Impressive skill, right there.

I feel like that’s gotta be kinda painful for him, feeling things so completely like that. I’m a logical thinker vs. an emotional one, but I think Felix definitely fits into the “emotional thinker” category, acting more on feelings that logic.

That’s just the vibe I get from him though, I could be totally wrong. Now, time for the rambling section.

Obviously, as us Stays know, Felix is an affectionate dude, but because of his good perception, I think he knows when to back off. Like, when you just need space, yeah? I don’t think he’d be happy about leaving someone to their lonesome, especially when he thought they needed comfort, but I think he’d do it for their sake.

I think Felix is brave enough to fight for what he believes in, but I do think that it probably hurts him a lot. Like, just as an example, if I were to imagine him in a relationship where his parents (or his significant other’s parents) didn’t approve, I think he’d try hard to be with his love and he’d definitely eventually come out on top with everything resolved, but I can also see him crying a lot because he doesn’t want to stress out his family.

He probably needs comfort in “battles”, so to speak. Just be there for him like he is for you, is what I’m saying.

I think he’s a content person who’s happy with what he has, but knows how to keep adventure alive and strive for more. Bit of his childlike side popping through, you know?

I think this boy’s dependable and he’s got your back, 100%. You have a goal you’re reaching for? He’s right behind you, cheering you on with over-the-top dabbing and Fortnite dances. You have a test you wanna ace? He’s helping you study! (even if he’s terrible at it *cough, cough* Math, poor Felix ;_;) You have a job you wanna get? He’s probably waiting for you with congratulatory sandwiches, because he’s confident that there’s no way you wouldn’t get it.

The only think that could possibly stop him is time constraints.

I think he’d be the type to make you feel so loved, because he just cares. About everything! About what you like and don’t like, your hobbies, what your first pets’ name was, what your favorite ice cream flavor is, and even what you want your wedding to look like.

Definitely the guy to remember things from years ago that even you forgot.

He could easily mean the whole thing platonically (which he honestly probably does, because that’s just the type of person he is), but I think it’d probably be very easy to fall for him for that very reason. Just because someone caring is the nicest, warmest, most incredible feeling on the earth. What a dangerous kid... Do you think it’s an Aussie thing?

I feel like, in general, he wouldn’t be shy to ask the hard, deep questions, but he’d also know when he was crossing a line and should just shut up. In those situations, he’d probably apologize immediately in order to avoid an argument.

I don’t see him liking those at all; probably the type to feel really angry after, but the type of angry that makes you just cry and cry. I feel like he’d be the type to raise his voice without realizing it, and then he’d just groan, roll his eyes and get exasperated if he thought that something said was stupid, which would probably only egg the other person on more.

In other words, I can see him being the type of person that unintentionally fuels the fire in fights, making them worse. But, in the end, I think he’s always the one to apologize first, too. He just doesn’t want to see the person again with a heavy heart. He wants to air to be clear so he’s able to hug them freely, smile with them genuinely, and give them all his attention without feeling burdened.

So, those are my genuine opinions on Lee Felix. I think he’s a passionate, kind, and secretly brilliant sweetheart who deserves a lot of love and care, and my soul wants me to be friends with him, so yeah... Little lonely without the thought of him, so I‘m glad I can see him when I close my eyes. ^-^

Also, my dumb ass just realized that I didn’t have my request box open. *face palm* It has been fixed—please forgive my stupidity. -_-

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