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hananoami · 9 hours
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Quality Time: Introduction
■ The New Feature Quality Time Is Coming Soon!
Embark on a journey where you can exercise, work, and study together. Progress step by step while having him by your side.
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Reach Affinity Level 30 to [Work Out] with him.
1. Invite him to join your workout sessions. He'll accompany you in his workout outfits.
2. Feel his deepening breath, rising heartbeat, and the trickle of sweat. He's working out together with you!
3. Swipe or pinch to explore every detail of his devoted workout!
■ Work&Study Together! Focus with face-to-face companionship
Reach Affinity Level 20 to [Work] and [Study] together with him.
1. Set study/work durations, and he will sit down with you face-to face as you focus.
2. Recommend everyday clothes and accessories for him to wear during your sessions, lighting up your mood as you work or study together.
■ Quality Time Check-In! Get Rewarded For Sticking In
1. Each schedule completed will be recorded on the [Check-in Calendar].
2. Complete [Weekly Schedule] to claim Energy Capsule, Radiant Magnet, Speedup Cube and other rewards.
3. Work out with him for 30 consecutive days to claim his exclusive [Daily Workout Outfits] and Diamonds for FREE.
More details await hunters to explore firsthand on Apr. 3rd!
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jollyart · 21 days
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Happy Birthday to my favorite virtual boyfriend babygurl!
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intoafandom · 1 year
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Day 12 of !FORCING! my moots to get into oneus and onewe
We’ve come to the final member of Onewe. The youngest: Cya/Giuk
Oh. Sweet baby Cya. Decided to stop using the stage name ‘cya’ literally a couple days ago so let’s start again.
Oh. Sweet baby Giukie. The biggest bean of them all. Tries so hard to look cool and menacing but fails miserably because look at him. Looking at him is very satisfying. Listening to him is very satisfying. Adorable and soft no matter what. Plays bass, raps, produces (like every onewe song). Paints his nails sometimes. Actually has real tattoos. Has the most unique laugh you’ll ever hear. Such a sweetheart. His relationship with Kanghyun is adorable.
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Bonus pic of him showing off his pretty nails:
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Onewe “They want to be the little spoon”
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Yonghoon:
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He had stumbled into your room late, obviously too tired to think properly and too tired to barely even speak. Younghoon had been working extra hard lately, coming home even later and you were worried. “You’re home so late.” You mumbled sleepily, sitting up in bed and rubbing your eyes. He looked absolutely exhausted, bags under his eyes and sunken shoulders. 
“I know, I’m so tired.” He grumbled, dropping his jacket and things to the floor before crawling into bed. Younghoon nestled into your arms and turned around, his back to you. He never was like this, normally always preferring to hold you rather than you him. Something was going on with him, but you knew he was too tired to explain now. So you simply hugged him tighter, your other hand carding your fingers through his hair as you felt him slowly drift off. 
“Thanks for not asking a lot of questions.” 
Kanghyun/Hyunggu: 
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Hyunggu had been tossing and turning all night, staring at the ceiling. He even attempted reading in the hopes it would help him fall asleep but it all wasn’t helping. He was entirely envious of you sleeping away right next to him, so much so he just had to wake you up.
“Why aren’t you sleeping?” You asked, a little bit of distress in your voice about being woken up. “I can’t.” He laughed, stroking your face gently as a silent apology. You blinked at him, eyes adjusting and seeing his tired expression. “Can you maybe... hold me?” His voice was soft but you could tell there was a sense of need in his voice. He turned around, his back pressing into your chest. Hyunggu suddenly felt warmer, more comfortable as he felt your arms around him. 
“That’s already so much better.” 
Harin:
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There were days that Harin practiced so hard that it felt like his arms were going to fall off. That he practice with so much emotion it was difficult to even put his backpack on. This was one of those days. Harin had trudged home to find you waiting for him and he couldn’t help but melt into your arms. “I can’t even take my clothes off to get ready for bed.” He grumbled, exhaustion clear in his voice. 
You stroked his face before helping him, stripping him of his shirt and jeans, helping him into comfy clothes before opening your arms for him. Harin couldn’t help but melt into you, the feeling of your chest against his back being a total comfort after a long day. Not to mention the gentle brushing of your fingers through his hair. In this moment Harin fully understood why you normally enjoyed being little spoon so much. 
“I’m so gratefull to have you.” 
Dongmyeong: 
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He was incredibly fidgety, all night. It was driving you nuts while you tried watching a movie before bed. Dongmyeong was normally quite calm, actually he was the one to get onto you if you moved around too much so it was odd. Smacking his arm lightly as he fidgeted, Dongmyeong looked at you with an offended expression. 
“You keep moving.” You commented with a laugh at his face. You received a huff in response and a look as he moved again. “What’s wrong?” You asked, wrapping your arms around him tightly to keep him still and simply to show affection. “I can’t get comfortable.” He admitted, though the feeling of you holding him was already making him feel better. “Just, spoon me please.” He asked hesitantly and you smiled. “Of course.” You told him and he sighed, snuggling into your chest. 
“See if you would have asked earlier this could have been resolved earlier.”
Cya/Giwook: 
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He was stressed, anyone from a mile away could tell. Which meant you, from sitting not 2 feet away could most definitely tell. The music just wasn’t working out that day and it was effecting Giwook’s whole mood. You adjusted yourself on the little couch and cleared you throat. 
“Take a break, you know forcing it won’t help.” You said softly, watching his shoulders drop in defeat from behind. He turned in his chair and looked at you with a pout. “Can you just hold me? For a little bit.” He asked and you felt your own expression soften. You opened your arms for him and allowed him to snuggle into your chest. “You know you don’t even have to ask.” You said softly in his ear as you stroked his hair from behind. 
“I know. Regardless, I’m thankfull.” 
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glowinseong · 1 year
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onewe cya ✨
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dakbees · 2 years
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Egotistic | Cya
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mysjams · 1 year
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HOW DID I MISS THE FACT THAT GIUK IS RELEASING A SOLO ALBUM?? IS THIS NEW INFORMATION?
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skulnky · 2 months
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im gatekeeping a 3d otome game, this is hard than i thought
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hyubcore · 1 year
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part two .
we’ll be forgiven together we wait for space together we wait for silence
There was something hauntingly comforting about the whole situation.
There was a distant fire blazing, lighting up the small space surrounding it. He felt tempted to go towards it. Towards light—just like the Walkers.
They loved light. You would think they would be more accustomed to the nighttime the way bats and racoons are. More leeway to attack, no one to spy on you and see your every move in broad daylight. People are more vulnerable. But no, they loved light.
They loved the light the way Yonghoon loved the haunting comfort. Being alone was the last thing anyone would want given the state of the universe at the time, but for Yonghoon—finally, he was alone.
He had become a nomad once things began to settle in. Most people panicked when the beginning of the end had crept upon mankind. People were terrified to lose their lives. Those lives they complained about every day—suddenly, they wanted it back. The seven o’clock alarms and rush hour traffic. But he could escape.
He ignored the fire and kept on. 
The sound of Yonghoon’s car became music to his ears as the rumbling of the engine blocked out the sounds of the Walkers moans and groans. He had learned every single word of every single song on the CDs his parents had left behind. In particular, the Theatre of Pain CD by Motley Crue had become almost entirely worn out. But he figured, if a Walker decided to make themselves at home in his vehicle, break the thing in half and end their misery.
There’s no character to the sky above him. It’s a faded blue-grey—no clouds, no sun, no birds. It reflected the way things had become—dead.
He put in a Green Day CD as he drove down the dirt road. He played the music softly so Walkers wouldn’t hear. He focuses on the music, trying to keep his eyes off the few Walkers that were littered around the area. A large, open field stretched across his left side, and on the right, stands what he had assumed to be an abandoned neighborhood. 
As he started to turn onto the main stretch of the road, he heard screams. Not just those guttural hisses and moans from the Walkers, but a live, a young scream. There was a human nearby. 
He parked his car on the road, taking a stronghold of his knife. He prepared himself to kill anything that posed a threat, even the source of the screams. If there was one thing Yonghoon was beginning to learn since the start of it all, it was to never trust anyone.
The screams were coming from just ahead of him on the side of the road. A puddle of blood had surrounded the body that continued to let out sounds of agony and misery. Yonghoon approached slowly, steadily, keeping his focus on the knife in his hand. As he got closer to the source, it was a short-stacked, obviously younger boy. His leg was wrapped in a thick amount of cloth, which was stained red. 
“H-Help—”
“I’m gonna help you. ‘Kay?” Yonghoon inched closer, keeping his distance in case the boy decided to pounce. He noticed the boy tense up at the sight of the knife in Yonghoon’s grip. Yonghoon dropped it on the pavement. “What happened?”
The boy inhaled a deep breath before speaking. “I got shot. Some assholes just drove by and got me, they must’ve thought I was a Rotter or something.”
Yonghoon kneeled, taking a closer look at the wound. It smelled. 
“Okay. Can you stand?” Yonghoon asked as he grabbed his knife and put it back in its sleeve. The boy winced as he pushed himself off the ground. Yonghoon wrapped the boy’s arm around his own shoulders as they slowly walked back towards the car. The music was still flooding from the cracks of the windows. Yonghoon felt embarrassed for a fleeting moment, listening to Boulevard of Broken Dreams.
The boy heaved in heavy, slow breaths, and Yonghoon could tell he was trying not to let out any loud noises. 
“What’s your name, kid?” Yonghoon asked, trying to spark up some conversation. He realized though that this boy was probably in no mood to be talking when he had a gaping hole in his leg.
“It’s Giwook,” he replied.
“Cool.”
More silence.
“There’s houses over there,” the boy explained as he pointed to his right. “I was going over there then I got shot. I think I saw some light coming from over there.”
Yonghoon made a turn to the right, through a small tunnel of trees looming overhead. The sun tried its best to peek through the branches and shine on them. It was beginning to grow into nighttime, and still, the dead sky wouldn’t drop its guard to give what was left of mankind a nice sunset to look at. Nonetheless, despite the few Walkers that lingered around, the sight was rather beautiful. Again, a calming, haunting comfort.
Driving became more difficult as they entered the neighborhood. Bodies littered the street, along with debris of all sorts. Yonghoon would have been shocked if there were anyone in any of the houses.
“You stay here. I’m gonna find some gauze or something,” Yonghoon said in a low, husky voice. “If any of the Dead Ones pose any sort of threat, just scream. And here—“ Yonghoon took that Motley Crue CD out of the middle compartment and snapped it in two. “You can stab them with this.”
Then he was off. He made sure to lock the doors behind him. He didn’t know Giwook, except for that he was a tough boy for trying to live through a bullet to the thigh, but either way, he wanted to protect him. 
Yonghoon checked the houses. He skipped the ones that looked like they had been inhabited by Walkers, or the ones that were burned to the ground, which was most of them. Most of them had already been ransacked.
One smaller house that looked more worn down and barren stood towards the end of the road. It was boarded up. No windows to peek through. 
It was obvious someone was in there.
Yonghoon wasn’t sure, though, but tried anyway. 
He knocked a few times, waited, to no avail.
He let out a shallow sigh before taking another good look around the house. The area around it was clean. There weren’t any bodies or trash lying around. Yonghoon tried once more, this time, knocking quickly three times, then slowly three more times, then quickly three times. He heard the floor creak inside.
He grabbed a hold of his knife. The person behind the door was just as prepared as Yonghoon was—he pointed a large rifle right at Yonghoon’s face.
Yonghoon put his hands up, keeping the knife in his hands. The guy behind the gun nodded towards the blade, gesturing for Yonghoon to drop it. This surely wasn’t his first rodeo, having to stare down the barrel of a gun. It was how people made conversation with one another nowadays.
“I’m good, I’m good,” Yonghoon repeated with a soft voice. “I just need a little help.”
The guy scanned Yonghoon up and down. Despite the giant gun in his grip, he didn’t look that intimidating. He was shorter than Yonghoon. He had a stout build. He sported a plain, blue t-shirt and some tattered jeans. He gave Yonghoon a glare, one that told him to explain.
“I...I need some bandages. Or something. Alcohol, antibiotics...my friend is shot.”
They both paused, staring each other down. The guy with the gun whistled as he cocked his head back. Upon his cue arrived a much taller guy, however, lanky and nimble. He immediately reached for his pistol at his waistband. 
“Where?” asked the short one with a monotone voice. 
“He’s in my car.”
The other two in the house exchanged looks. “You got a car?”
“Yeah. I’ve got about three-quarters of a tank left.”
They both lowered their guns. “Take us to the car.”
And so Yonghoon did. They walked back down the road, taking out the occasional Walker. The shorter guy kept his aim on Yonghoon the whole time, though, pressing the tip of the gun between Yonghoon’s shoulder blades. The other guy took bigger strides—either because he had such long legs, or he was eager to see what Giwook and Yonghoon’s Honda had in store. Yonghoon noticed, and looked behind him at the short one. 
“We lost our friend,” he said quietly. He had a haunting grit to his voice. “You know your friend’s name?”
Yonghoon swallowed hard. “Giwook.”
The two exchanged glances again. “Not ours.”
Once they made it to the vehicle, Yonghoon pointed towards the passenger’s side. He unlocked the doors and the short guy now aimed his gun at Giwook. It only took one look at the boy to know he wouldn’t be any sort of threat.
Tall boy looked up. “They’re good.”
As their guns were lowered, they all gathered around Giwook as he hunched over in pain. He was sweating bullets—his shirt clung to his skin, his hair was oily and damp. 
“How the hell are you still alive?” asked Tall boy. Giwook gave him an annoyed expression. 
“Just give us some damn help, okay?”
Giwook leaned his head back as he closed his eyes. Yonghoon put a hand on his shoulder, which made the boy squirm. 
“He’s not infected, is he?” 
Yonghoon let out a sigh. “No. He just got shot. We just need some stuff to hold him over.”
“Take us to Gwangju, and we’ll take care of your friend.”
And so they left Yonghoon there. He had a sour feeling in his stomach, thinking about having to deal with Giwook all the way to Gwangju. Hell, he didn’t even know where he was. 
Yonghoon went into the back of the car and grabbed a half-empty water bottle from under the seat. He opened it for Giwook, then instructed the boy to drink. He could barely open his mouth, and the water dribbled all over his shirt. The stench of the boy was unsettling—the combination of his rotting leg and the sweat coating his skin made Yonghoon feel queasy. 
After what had felt like a decade, the two finally returned. Only this time, on a motorcycle, and with a box.
Without any hesitation, Short Guy threw the box into the backseat, then took out a roll of paper towel. He handed it to Yonghoon, who was still kneeling next to Giwook.
“Wrap that around his leg. Keeping that bandage on is gonna infect it,” he said. Giwook started to unravel what cloth he had on the wound, the sound of scabbed skin ripping with the cloth making everyone cringe. Yonghoon prepped the paper towel as Tall Guy kneeled next to him. 
“I’m Hyungu,” he said, looking at Giwook, then at Yonghoon. His gaze lingered on Yonghoon a bit longer—maybe, because he didn’t want to look at the gory sight of Giwook’s injury—but Yonghoon didn’t mind it. The boy had beach-blonde hair and glasses. Yonghoon was shocked they weren’t broken or anything yet. In fact, he looked rather clean compared to his accomplice.
“Nice to meet you, Hyungu,” Yonghoon replied as he helped Giwook. He held up the old makeshift bandage, throwing it behind them as he made a disgusted face. Hyungu looked closer at the wound. 
“Is there an exit wound?” Hyungu asked as he watched Yonghoon wrap the towel around Giwook’s leg. Over in the distance, Short Guy was fueling up his bike. From afar, he looked more intimidating. He had a sheer buzz cut for hair, and sported a few tattoos, at least in the spots that were visible.  
“Don’t know. It just hurts.” Giwook seethed through his teeth as the fresh cloth touched his skin. Yonghoon winced, as if he could sense the pain Giwook was in, coursing through his own veins. The sight of the wound alone made his stomach turn.
Before Yonghoon could wrap the towel around, Hyungu grabbed his hand, stopping him. Their eyes met and Yonghoon’s face washed over with confusion. Hyungu looked over towards his partner, whistling to grab his attention.
“Harin,” he shouted. “Throw me your canteen.”
Without hesitation, Short Guy—presumably Harin—tossed over a small container, Hyungu catching it in his hands without any sort of struggle. Hyungu grabbed some of the paper towel, pouring a little water on the cloth then wiping it over Giwook’s leg. The younger boy let out a painful noise of misery. Hyungu let out a shallow chuckle.
“Sorry,” he said as Yonghoon grabbed the boy’s forearm. They finished patching up Giwook.
“What exactly is in Gwangju?” asked Yonghoon. He stood from his kneeling position, which sent a sore pain through his knees and ankles. He walked around to the other side of the car and leaned against the door.
“Some refugee camp. We were headed there, then got separated from one of our own. We think he’s probably headed there.”
Yonghoon looked inside the car at Giwook, who had his eyes closed as he held his thigh. 
“They could help your friend,” Harin added. “And besides. We’re running out of resources here.”
Harin started his bike as he secured the small bag on the back of his bike, tightening the straps around the seat. 
“Do you know how far it is?” Yonghoon asked. Hyungu went back to the car, grabbing something from the box from earlier. He pulled out a tattered map. At first, seemingly useful, until Yonghoon joined Hyungu in examining the paper which had its words faded beyond recognition. The roads printed in the ink looked just like streaks of yellow sun rays on the paper. Hyungu held the paper close to his eyes, examining further.
“We just need to head south. About 100 miles.” Hyungu folded up the map, putting it into the pocket of the flannel he wore. “It shouldn’t take more than a day or two.”
And so they prepared for their trek. Yonghoon hoped and prayed for the mileage on his car to do him some justice, for he really had no idea if what was left would get them to their destination. Either way, he was determined to get Giwook some real help.
Hyungu drove with Yonghoon and Giwook, Harin led them on his motorcycle. Despite the peaceful feeling that surrounded the group, Yonghoon clenched the wheel so hard the entire time. His fingers began to cramp up. His knuckles went white.
He didn’t relax until they reached the highway—littered with cars and bodies.
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nextlevel-krp · 2 years
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✿⠀ ( 𝗔𝗖𝗖𝗘𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗗 )⠀ ⠀:        𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗬, 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗬𝗘𝗥 𝗢𝗡𝗘 ?
Congratulations on making it to the next round, Cya! You have 48 hours to add our admin accounts CODE and PIXEL and add 🧃or Next Level somewhere in your profile. See you soon, Player!
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hananoami · 2 days
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𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑹𝑴𝒀 𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻
We have a stormy night ahead of us. It's the ideal time for a stroll.⛈️
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fleur-krp · 2 years
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LOADING … ██████████ 𝟭𝟬𝟬%! 
Lee Giwook has successfully registered!
welcome to the garden, wildflower! your registration has been processed and we’re delighted to have you. you have 48 hours to add both admin marigold and admin daisy. see you soon! ❀
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intoafandom · 1 year
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Day 10 of FORCING my moots to get into oneus and onewe
TODAY YALL ARE LEARNING ABOUT KANGHYUN/HYUNGU AKA MY FAVORITE FROM ONEWE
Straight up the coolest person on the planet. Naturally, effortlessly cool. Can play every instrument under the sun, but he shreds on guitar. Literally one of the most skilled people in existence. Writes and composes every onewe song and his lyrics are beautiful. Will start a livestream and do nothing but read silently. Is obsessed with Cya (much to Yonghoon’s dismay) and their relationship is adorable. Named his guitar Tinky-Winky (after the purple teletubby) Is such a sweetheart but he does it subtly so no one notices. Is pingu.
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Bonus pic of him posing with all the books he keeps in his bag, ft pingu:
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Onewe ‘They realise they love you’
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Yonghoon: 
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Music video shoots were incredibly difficult. As much as he tried to start off the day positive and full of energy, it was only natural that the energy dwindled throughout the day. Yonghoon was good at staying positive but this shoot was taking a lot out of him, he just wanted to go to bed. So he found himself trying to find somewhere quiet, just to nap between takes. 
Until he felt arms wrap around his waist and the familiar feeling of your face burrying into the back of his shoulder. “What are you doing here?” Yonghoon asked, smiling and turning around in your arms. “You sounded absolutely exhausted in your textss and I thought I would surprise you, maybe give you some energy.” You explained, gently stroking his face and being carefull not to rub off any makeup. “And.... I brought snacks for you guys.” You said, holding up a bag filled to the brim with treats and making Yonghoon laugh. 
He realised that you could easily tell when he was feeling down and tired, that you filled him with energy and made him feel alot better. Yonghoon loved you for that. 
Harin:
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You loved watching the gears turn in his brain as he had an idea. It was interesting to see how Harin got fully invested in an idea once he had it. Staff had asked the members to come up with ideas for their upcoming concert and he was having a plethera of ideas. 
“Okay so, how does this sound.” Harin explained his idea involving the opening of the concert. He was so expressive and excited about it and it was entirely valid, it was a great idea. “Ohhhh, maybe you can add some fancy lighting to that.” You added on and he pointed at you. “See! This is why we’re together. You made it better.” He said, making a note of the whole thing on his phone before returning his attention back to you. “What do you think about this to end the show, feel free to add ideas.” Harin said continueing to show you the things he had come up with. 
Harin realised that you always supported his ideas and played off on them to make them even better. You guys were a team and he loved you for it.
Kanghyun/Hyunggu:
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Hyunggu genuinely enjoyed to read and that was incredibly attractive to you, it was one of the reasons you connected in the first place. He loved that you loved to read too, loved being able to share stories and books with you. You were often recommending things for him to read as well, broadening his horizons. 
He was glad to see that you had left the book you recommended on his bed for him. Flipping through it, he noticed small scribbles in the margins. Your thoughts and feelings about things done in the book. “Hyunggu this is something you would do.” Your note caught his eye and now he was trying to find more. You had read the book with him in mind, leaving little comments where you felt you could. He was absolutely amazed. 
Hyunggu realised that you even read with him in mind, that you took the things you thought he would enjoy into consideration. He loved you for it. 
Dongmyeong:
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Getting up in the morning on busy days was always a horrifyingly difficult task, but not to Dongmyeong. He always enjoyed waking up and getting ready in the morning but never really found anyone that shared that joy, until he met you. 
Getting ready in the morning was like your own personal time in the day. With music softly playing in the background as you both washed your faces, Dongmyeong was smiling at you in the mirror. “What’s got you all smiley?” You asked, putting on moisterizer as you smiled back. “Nothing, just like getting ready with you.” Dongmyeong said, applying moisterizer himself. You shook your head slightly, carrying on with your morning routine with a smile. 
Dongmyeong realised how rare it was that you could find someone that enjoyed the small things the way he did. He really loved you for that. 
Cya/Giwook: 
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Music was the biggest part of Giwook’s life, it was his livelihood and it was his passion. It’s not that it was a demand for him to find someone who shared his love for music, but he did think it would be nice. Never in a million years did he expect to find someone who took as much interest as you did. 
“Ahh, so by layering the two it creates that full sound?” You asked, gesturing to the screen. You wanted to understand how it worked and well, you loved watching Giwook explain. “Yeah exactly, then if you insert the vocals you have the basics to make a song.” He added on, beginning to ramble about the process a little. It’s not that you understood everything but it was nice to just hear him speak so passionately, so you placed your head on his shoulder and simply listened. He had to hide his flush at the action, stuttering over his words for a moment before continuing. 
He loved that you took a genuine interest in his passions and that you didn’t mind him rambling off. It made him feel interesting and appreciated and he loved you for it. 
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ddingbaragi · 2 years
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“I’m sure there’s something you can do,” Giwook mused. Hyungu weakly shrugged as he let his wings carry him absentmindedly through the sky. Despite his unusual looks, he feels he’s not special. No… he doesn’t feel special, he feels like a freak. “Hey, Hyungu!” Giwook called out. Hyungu looked around to find the source of the voice. Since when was he this high up???
In a world where looks aren't everything, especially among dragons, Hyungu wonders if he is more than just a pretty face.
I will (and can) fly high (so that I can show you the stars)
A ONEWE fanfiction by ddingbaragi (me)
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