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MORE QUESTIONS FOR HYUN BECAUSE WE CAN'T GET ENOUGH: Does he have a favorite dish or type of food? Does he prefer colorful drinks or goes for those with neutral hues? Does he have a favorite flavor? How does he feel about fancy/elegant anything? What type of jewelry does he enjoy the most? And finally, how would he react if Boram sneaked behind him and suddenly kissed his cheek? 👀 HAVE A NICE DAY, LOVE YOU LOTS ♥️♥️♥️

-. @theimpalpable | I’M READYING THE PACKAGE FOR MY EXPRESS DELIVERY OF MYSELF AS I’M WRITING THIS

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-. Does he have a favorite dish or type of food? Even though he spends a lot of time trying new dishes, usually from all over the world, going as far as spending hours on extensive research just to make sure he finds authentic recipes from people of the culinary culture he’s dabbling into, his palate isn’t as varied. Not that he’s a picky eater, au contraire, he’s most likely to cook something different every day than stick to any sort of ‘type’ for prolonged periods of time, but there is a difference for him between food he cooks for the practice and then eats, and food he just cooks specifically for eating. And the food he cooks specifically for eating is usually Korean and taken from a ‘Grandma’s original recipe’ website. He likes ‘traditional’ food, if you will, recipes he might have already been eating before the internet existed, usually the opposite of ‘gourmet’ and preparable with stuff any Korean grocery store has available. He’s no stranger to fast food, and unlike some avid cooks, he doesn’t feel superior to them, even though he does prefer healthy meals (and unhealthy snacks, kind of balances it out, really). And... he likes meat. And sweet berries, to eat while he’s watching something. Raspberries. Blueberries. He loves magnolia berries and feels somehow connected to them... spiritually, almost. I don’t know what that means, this is Hyun’s blog, I just write in it.

-. Does he prefer colourful drinks or goes for those with neutral hues? He’s genuinely not too fond of coffee, or chocolate, two common dark-toned beverages so that already makes him more likely to opt for more colourful choices, that and the fact that he likes fruity things (because he likes fruits in general, to be honest). Often times he’ll order colourful drinks purely because of how colourful they are: he’ll land in a place with pictures in its menu and won’t even read the drink’s name, if it’s got a spunky colour of which he can’t guess the taste/ingredient with certainty, he’s ordering. It’s all about curiosity.

-. Does he have a favorite flavor? To be honest, not really. He’s really just too fond of too many combinations or dishes or drinks for him to really stick to one thing he likes above everything else. He loves spicy food and he loves sweet drinks and he loves sour candy and he loves salty snacks. He has a least favourite flavour, though, and that’s bitter. Just doesn’t do it for him. He also likes the listed flavours the most when they’re in the contexts used to mention them.

-. How does he feel about fancy/elegant anything? Frankly? Bit of a bore. He understands when circumstances kind of ask for something fancy/elegant, but he’s not particularly into it. He is deeply impressed by elegant interiors... in museums, or offices or... well, honestly, if you asked him directly, he’d most likely voice his confusion in regards to those who live in elegant ‘modern’ interior designs or wear fancy clothing on the regular as casual wear, as to why they would willingly surround themselves with things commonly associated with work or public events where you usually have to pretend, lie through your teeth, or speak to people you don’t even know (all the while also making sure you don’t incriminate yourself). He mostly associates fancy/elegant things with... contexts in which they’re frequently found, which are, not so coincidentally, contexts you most likely won’t find him in... as long as he can avoid them.

-. What type of jewelry does he enjoy the most? Earrings and rings. He likes dangly earrings, long ones, silver chains, one end in his lobe, the other on the tip of his ear. He likes how the light bounces off of them if he turns his head just right and he likes to wear multiple ones at the same time. Hoops are fantastic too, small and silver, slightly larger and black, never big enough to become those hoops, but never solely piercing-size either. Studs, with white crystals, fake gems on them, anything that looks to be made of glass, but that kind of adds to the charm of them, sparkling on each of his ears. And rings, usually with similar things to showcase. He likes them monochromatic and if there are coloured gems, then pastel, lilac, pink, or light blue.

-. And finally, how would he react if Boram sneaked behind him and suddenly kissed his cheek? 👀 Ah, yes... Now we shall talk about the circumstances leading up to Ji Hyun’s death- NOT KIDDING, I think he’d just shut down. The ‘sneaking up’ part, depending on how good at it Boram’s being, would either end with momentarily startling Hyun, or him standing there and listening to Boram approach, trying so hecking hard not to have his big, lovey-dovey smile split his face in half. And no matter how sneaky sneaky Boram is being, the kiss to his cheek will lead to the same result: you’ll have Hyun having a regular day with some tiny, innocent heart palpitations, to then witnessing Hyun’s face gradually turn the shade of one of those magnolia berries he likes so much, while his heart is trying to beat at the speed of light, and he loses all thinking capabilities and any and all functions possible related to that. He’ll most definitely try to play his reaction of if they aren’t anywhere in their relationship where it’s clear to Hyun that Boram is reciprocating his heart palpitations (although, lowkey, if he doesn’t start considering it after this, we have a new dense simp on board). Will probably lightly smack Boram’s chest (and by lightly, I mean he’ll just... brush his shirt, or something, he’s got Dokis-) and call him silly or anything like that, insinuate he ‘shouldn’t fool around’ (Hyun, you’re breaking my heart here buddy), absolutely laugh (but it will sound kind of wobbly as if he’s trying not to die on the spot or say the big L word right then and there). If this happens at any point in time in which, well, mayhaps, maybe, forse, perhaps, vielleicht, possibly, there’s something going on already, Hyun’d just... grow slightly pink instead, grab Boram’s face and drop a kISS SMACK DAB ONTO HIS LIP-

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atinysunbaby · 3 years

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Meant to be | Choi San 🖤

Warnings : Cursing, violence, mention of rape.

Words count : 2.2 k

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Chapter 1

Present

My cheeks are burning from the salty tears escaping my eyes. A tightening feeling in my chest growing by the minute. The sobs keep escaping me, making my body move uncontrollably. Chocking from the sharp inhales and shaking from the cold temperature. This moment, forever will be imprinted in my mind. Those images I wish I could forget, unfortunately will hunt me till my last breath.

I suppose it's what most people feel too when they lose their parents. I wanted to deny it, but I saw their bodies. They were cold, bruised, bloody and no longer held any signs of life.

The last time a saw them, I didn't bother much to say goodbye to them. Only telling them to enjoy their little vacation in the woods. I was more exited about being alone then making them know how much I loved them. Now it's too late, I'll never be able to see their faces again, hear their voices, feel their arms around me when I need them the most.

I woke up to my cellphone ringing this morning, answering grumpily, thinking it was my mom who disturbed me from my sleep. It was actually the cops telling me to come to the hospital, but I wish it would've been her instead. I wish she could annoy me every morning now, but it's over. She isn't here anymore and neither is my dad.

I'm in my room, at this moment, crying my heart out. I ran out of the hospital immediately after seeing their corpses. They wanted me to identifie them, but I left with people screaming for me to comeback. I guess they probably know from my reaction, that it was indeed my mom and dad.

People keep calling me on my phone, but I don't answer. I'm laying on the floor, looking at the ceiling, waiting for my sadness to subside. I know that won't happen anytime soon, but it's the only way for me to calm down. Being surrounded by people telling me how sorry they are for my loss. A bunch of fake assholes making me feel even worse about the situation definitely won't make anything better.

Slowly my eyes get heavy, I try to fight the exhaustion but fail miserably. I fall asleep on the cold floor of my room, my window open and the sound of rain filling my ears. All of this crying definitely used up a lot of my energy.

The car crash, I wasn't there and I have no idea of what happened. But I see it, something is in the middle of the road and dad just told mom a joke. They're laughing.. until they hit that thing, an animal maybe. It goes right through the window and kill my dad instantly, but as for my mom. The car rolls off the road and fall down a small cliff. Mom's still alive, she's in pain, blood everywhere, she's crying for her husband to open his eyes and answer her. She keeps screaming that she can't feel him anymore? His presence? Her breathing is getting worse the more she panics. Suddenly the door on her side opens and something stabs her in the chest, putting a end to her desperate cries. Blood is streaming down her chin, her eyes looking directly through mine while she takes her last breath.

I open my eyes to see nothing but darkness. I frantically search for a sign of light, I reach around with my hands. My eyes are open wide and my breath shaky, until my fingers brush against an object. I stop every movement, slowly gripping it and letting a breath of relieve when I realise it's my phone.

I turn it on to see a ton of messages and missed calls. One standing out, my aunts name, my mom's sister. I never talked to her, but mom insisted on giving me her number. I look around my room and stand up to look outside the window, only to notice that it's night time. The reason of the darkness and freezing temperature. I close it and turn the lights on in my room. Then I sit on the corner of my bed and hesitate a few minutes while looking at the screen in front of me. My fingers finaly press on call. A few rings later, Aunt Kath's voice is heard. "Y/N! Y/N is it you?"

"Yes it's me.. why did you cal-" I'm cut off by a loud sob. My eyes widen in confusion, but I soon remember that my mom, her sister is no longer a part of this world. I sigh and wait for her to stop crying on the other side of the line. "S-sweetie- where are you? Are you safe? You're not alone ar-"

"Kath, my parents just died. I'm obviously not partying right now, but I'm okay.. I guess.." She stays silent for the next few seconds, my blunt answer probably wasn't expected, but it's understandable. "Sweetheart-I uhh.. you have no one to stay with right? So.. your mom made me your godmother, i-in case anything happened to her.. will you come live w-with me, here in Korea?"

It takes some time to process what just came out of her mouth, my eyebrows are furrowed. Many feelings are fighting to take control of my body, but the one that wins is frustration. "W-what?.."

"She told me to take care of you if she wasn't there anymore... It was just a precaution, but I guess it really happened." She says with a small voice, trying not to upset me further. Judging from my lack of response, she can tell I'm not that excited about this new information. "I asked you, but it ins't really a choice that you have. It's an obligation, you can't stay alone out ther-"

I hang up, not wanting to listen even for one more second. I need some time to think about it. She's right, I don't have much of a choice. I turned seventeen not too long ago and I don't have any family member here. At least none that I know of. I sigh defeated, once again pressing on my godmother's contact.

She picks up not even a second later, as if she knew I was gonna call her back. She doesn't say a word, waiting for me to start talking. I clear my throat after freeing my lower lip from my teeth. "How will I get there? How about my clothes and everything else in the house? My parents' funera-"

"I'll take care of everything you don't have to worry, just bring the necessary and I'll transfer some money on your account so you can pay for your plane ticket. As for the ride to my house, my boyfriend will pick you up" She spend a whole hour explaining to me how everything will go and I agree after hesitating for a while. If my mom gave Kath the role of godmother, she must trust her. So I will trust her too, anyways I don't really have a reason not to. She's been nice till now and she'll even welcome me in her house, she's taking me in. "Thank you Kath, I really appreciate it. I don't know what I would've done if I was all alone."

Days later

I prepared all my stuff, ready to fly to Korea. It took me a while to accept, but eventually I warmed up to it. It's an opportunity for me, to start over. A new life full of adventure, new environment and culture. I want to explore the world so why not start there.

Unfortunately though, I had to say goodbye to all my friends. We cried and spend the last few days together. We promised to text each other everyday and not to forget about one another. Sad thing is, my friends aren't the only ones I need to leave behind. It's hard to leave the place I grew up in, my house, my neighbourhood, my city, everything.

In a few hours, everything I ever knew will all be in the past. Only the memories will stay, the rest, all gone. So the day my parents died, I didn't only lose them, but my life too. The life they gave me. Now, I have to make a new one, by myself.

Landing in Korea

The flight was boring and quite annoying, I didn't know what to do. A baby cried for what felt like years and a couple had an argument at some point. Then the person next to me started to snore so loudly I thought the plane was crashing. I'm glad to finaly be on the ground, the loud voices of people speaking indistinctly seeming to sooth me from what I went through previously.

I sit on one of the chairs in the airport waiting for James, my godmother's boyfriend. He'll drive me to their house, apparently Kath arranged a room for me already. She doesn't have any kid, so she's looking forward to having me over.

"Y/N!!" I jump from the chair almost falling on my ass. I luckily manage to stay on my two feet and not make a fool of myself. Upon hearing a chuckle, I turn around and see an old looking dude smirking at me, maybe in his late forties. "Umm.. Hi can I help you?"

"James, I came to pick you up remember?" He asks while pointing at himself. I'm still unsure, he's looking at me weirdly. I can feel an odd vibe from him. It makes me feel uncomfortable, but I push it aside and nod before following him.

We enter his rusty jeep, the doors creaking when moving. Despite the outside looking a bit ugly, the inside is clean. The only negative point would be the smell, cigarette and..alcohol? Paying a bit more attention to the smell though, it doesn't only come from the jeep. The man next to me is even worst, it seems that he might shower rarely. Subtly, I bring my sweater paws to my nose, looking outside to distract myself.

"So, Y/N! How you holding up?" His loud and deep raspy voice makes me jump for the second time. I turn a bit a towards him not to be impolite and think before answering him. "I guess it's a bit easier then I expected. I didn't think that I'd feel any better, but after a few days it prove me wrong. But I feel bad, to already move on.."

He hums next to me, nodding his head lazily. I wait for him to add something, but the car is filled with silence. I'm relieved he doesn't speak further, not really being in the mood to have a whole conversation, especially with someone I don't know. So, slowly I turn back around towards the window. My mind drifting to the events that happened in just a few weeks, everything is so fucked up. Fortunately, Kath and James decided to help me.

About an hour past since we came out of the airport. We just entered a forrest, James informed me that it'll take a while still. He insisted that I should go to sleep and when I'll wake up, we'll be home. I ponder for some time, but eventually agree. It doesn't take long for me to fall asleep due to not being able to get much sleep in the plane.

I wake up when the car come to an halt, a man's voice coming from next to me. Curses escaping his mouth, confused I open my eyes. The events from the previous hours coming back to me, tears threatening to escape my eyes. My body shaking slightly from fear, uncontrollably.

The ride was a lot longer then what James had told me it would be and I slept, only to be woken up by a hand covering my mouth. Horrible things happened in that car and it wasn't a nightmare, no mather how much I wish it was one. He said he would tell Kath it took us some time because of the traffic and the airport. Then he threatened to kill me if I open my mouth.

I can't let him see me crying, I don't want him to have another reason to hurt me. Despite being terrified and completely drained from energy, I swallow the bill in my throat and wipe the tears from my eyes. While I'm breaking down, next to me James is whistling and turning the car off. Announcing with a loud scream to Kath that we arrived.

"Omg! Y/N! Sweetie you really are here." Kath comes out of the house shouting happily, her arms open, waiting for me to give her a hug. I rush to open the door, but a hand grabs my arm. His nails dig in my skin and I whimper, both from fear and pain. "Remember. You talk, you die."

He puts my bag in my hand, pretending to be helping me. Finally I escape the horrible vehicle and run into my godmother's arms with a heavy heart. The second she engulfs me in her warmth, sobs spill from deep within me. She cries with me but not for the same reason. She cries because she lost her sister and now I'm here. I, cry because I've lost my parents, I lost my house, my friends. Because I've been raped less then an hour ago. Because I feel completely broken and hopeless. The new life I wanted for myself, only starts with even more problems then I had before.

Next 》 Chapter 2

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