PHONING... Something.
PHONING... 𓂃 ࣪˖ Something.





Dancing with Taehyun on the ice was your favorite past time but recently he’s seeming more and more distracted.

જ⁀➴♡ wc 2k ✧ fluff

As the frosty air enveloped the ice rink, two figure skaters stood side by side, their hearts pounding in unison with the rhythm of the music.
You and Taehyun were a team, bound together by a presumed shared passion for the sport and a bond forged through countless hours of practice and dedication.
Originally partnered through word of mouth between both of your coaches, the two of you initially felt dragged down by the other.
It wasn’t that Taehyun was particularly upset that the two of you had been partnered together: you were both incredibly talented and if there was anyone in your guys’ rink that was suitable to be his partner, it was you.

Neither of you had ever worked with a partner before— that was where the hesitancy had stemmed from at first.
Despite this, both of you had the same goals for future competitions and got together with your coaches for a tryout.
As the music began to play, the two of you glided onto the ice with perfectly fluid movements. Each twist and turn was executed with precision, albeit a bit stiff at the time, your bodies began to move as one in perfect harmony with the music.
The butterflies in your stomach had their wings torn apart, stomped out with the blade of your skates as your mind reminded you what the two of you were working toward.
The last thing you could afford was having a crush on your partner— especially Taehyun with his eyes thats depths seemed to hold the secrets of the universe in them.
Definitely not.
In the fluorescent light of the rink, shimmering with a soft, warm hue, radiating warmth with every glance despite his focused expression.
When they meet yours, they drew you in as if you were falling into a flame.
Putting all of your faith and trust into this total stranger, he threw you into the air with you spinning in the air as your heart felt it could burst out of your chest.
When you landed from the perfectly executed spin, you locked eyes with Taehyun and the two of you reached out to grab each other’s hands.
The two of you were solidified as the perfect match.

In the hushed serenity of the empty ice rink, Taehyun stepped onto the glistening surface with a deep breath, his blades slicing through the smooth ice with a soft whisper.
The air was cool and crisp, carrying the faint scent of freshly resurfaced ice and salt.
He came intending to practice for the event but instead found his thoughts full of you.
Over the years, the two of you had entered an endless amount of competitions and won each time so it was frustrating that suddenly he couldn’t get you off of his mind.
With a deep breath, he began his routine, effortlessly moving across the ice. Each step was deliberate, every gesture filled with intention as he hummed to himself to fill the silence and distract himself from thoughts of you.
You and how effortlessly breathtaking you were.
It would be his luck that you had wandered in, standing just outside the rink watching him practice. A small smile tugged at your lips as you leaned against the protective glass with a knock and a wink.
Noticing you from the corner of his eye, a similar expression finds it onto his face as he can only think of how ridiculous you were to come here so late just as he had.
Maybe that was why you had been the perfect partners. Shared determination aside, there were no others as dedicated as you were.
When the two of you were passionate about something, you put your all into it.
As you watched Taehyun, you lost yourself in the rhythm as he executed jumps and spins with precision, his movements confident as he pushes himself to the limits of his skill.
In the quiet moments between the jumps and spins, you found he looked the most beautiful.
Taehyun didn’t want to be a figure skater. You knew this, it was one of the first things he had ever confided in you about.
You didn’t understand at first— this was all you ever wanted, the idea that someone as good as him wasn’t even interested in it at all was a complete surprise.
When you heard his voice for the first time, though, you understood. Taehyun was born to perform, perhaps not in this particular way, but you were sure that he was.
Despite your encouragement to pursue his love for singing, he hadn’t made anymore comments about it since. You felt disappointed for him, hearing his hums in his day to day throughout practices.
He breathed music.
If Taehyun looked as beautiful as he did now doing something that he wasn’t interested in, you couldn’t imagine how he would look on stage.
Watching him over the years: you had realized just how deep the love you had for him ran. As much as you wanted to deny it, it had always been there.
Watching him perform was like witnessing star after star exploding like fireworks, as you fixed your gaze light-years into the sky.
To him, you were everything on the ice but to you? You were only a pinprick of dust compared to him.
You often found yourself daydreaming about what it would be like if you had admitted these feelings to him outside of the rink, during your casual meet ups at cafes to discuss schedules and practice.
You also wondered if he had someone he returned to once you left. The first time you felt his presence, you began joining the dots in the sky, wondering if your stars could ever align.
As Taehyun skated across the ice, his movements become a reflection of his innermost thoughts and emotions, face a mask of concentration.
It was true that Taehyun wasn’t as passionate in his skating as you had initially believed upon meeting him. His skill was simply due to his consistent training, not any specific desire to succeed inside of him.
Though over the years, he had grown to love skating just as he had grown to love you.
Your passion and love for what you did was infectious and the smile that you would give him when the two of you nailed everything exactly how you wanted— that had become his new motivation.
With each practiced turn and twist, his dedication to get it right fueled his every step. The ice beneath his feet became a canvas of sorts.
As the routine drew to a close, he comes to a graceful stop at the center of the rink, his chest heaving with exertion as he looked over to see if you were still watching. Hoping.
When he saw you waving against the glass with a proud smile, his heart had skipped a beat and he almost swore he could have fallen dead right there.
In that solitary moment of practice he had found not only fulfillment but also you: his sense of purpose that somehow managed to break free from the confines of the rink.

In the hushed backstage area of the ice rink, you and Taehyun stood side by side, hearts racing with anticipation and nerves.
“We’re gonna do good, right?” You asked, voice wavering with a sudden uncertainty.
He smiled as he finished tying the ribbon in your hair neatly. “We’re gonna do great.”
The two of you were a study in contrasts: him tall and statuesque, you much more petite agile, yet together the two of you formed a perfectly formidable team.
“Right. Great. We’re gonna do great!” You said, a nervous laugh at the end of your sentence as you clapped your hands together.
Taehyun took a deep breath as he gently grabbed your shoulders, turning you to look at him. You hated when he did this, suddenly feeling lightheaded under his gaze.
“You’re gonna do great, Y/N. I’m not gonna let you fall.” He smiled, the warmest smile you had ever seen.
When you had first met Taehyun, he seemed so convinced that he was as cold as ice. To you, it was very obvious he wasn’t by his eyes alone and the kindness they held when he looked at you.
No matter how cold he may think he is, his love was the warmest of all.
Confidence growing, you straightened your back and nodded with a determined look.
“We got this.”
As the two of you laced up your skates, your movements were focused and deliberate, each knot tied with care.
Even before getting on the ice, your heart was beating wildly in your ears.
Another exchange of knowing glances were made, eyes reflecting a mixture of excitement and apprehension on your end as you prepared to take the ice.
With final adjustments to both of your costumes, you finally enter into the rink.
Stepping out onto the ice, the chill sent a familiar shiver down your spine. The lights above casted a glow over the ice, illuminating the stage for the upcoming performances.
As the two of you started onto the ice, graceful as ever, your bodies moved in the perfect synchronization everyone expected.
In the flurry of activity, there was a quiet confidence that radiated from the two of you, a belief in each other that gives you courage.
Repeating Taehyun’s words in your voice certainly helped to calm your nerves since you trusted him to follow through on his promise as he had many times before.
From how seamlessly he executed everything, it truly was undeniable that he was meant to be in the spotlight.
Even if he hadn’t been your partner, there was no way you could take your eyes off of him.
As the haunting melody of a violin fills the air, the two of you created a mesmerizing tableau of power on the rink.
The music swelled, your blades carving intricate patterns into the ice with each effortless glide.
Bodies intertwined in a delicate dance that told a story of loss, redemption and anything else that the audience was looking for in their current state. Telling the story they wanted to hear.
To you, it told the story of two kids who had fallen in love with the ice and each other.
Your skill was clear to every pair of peering eyes as you blended elements of classical ballet with the athleticism of figure skating. Your form was perfect, executing every move textbook.
As you soared through the air with each breathtaking leap, Taehyun found himself holding his breath as well.
The moments the two of you skate side by side, eyes meeting in a silent exchange of camaraderie, his heart beats along with the rhythm of the music.
As the music reached its crescendo, you come together in the final, breathtaking lift, Taehyun’s hands lifting you high into the air with effortless strength.
Catching your breath mid air, you scanned the crowd while doing your best to hide your expression.
For a moment, the two of you seemed suspended in time, bodies silhouetted against the backdrop of the ice rink, before you descended gracefully back to the ice in a perfect landing.
As the final notes of the music faded away, the audience erupts into applause, their cheers echoed off the walls of the rink as they rise to their feet in a standing ovation.
It felt as if your heart was going to burst and the stoic expression falls away from your face as you let out the nervous laugh you had been holding in, turning to Taehyun.
Instantly his eyes found yours and he laughed along with you, high off of the cheers and praises being yelled toward the two of you.
Amidst this adulation of the crowd, Taehyun gave you a knowing smile and your heart did a flip once again.
You knew that your bond was stronger than ever in the wake of this specific performance as he pulled you in for a hug, the cheers growing even louder.
Something changed in the way he held you.
Making way for the other couples to perform, you and Taehyun stood at the edge of the ice, waiting for your return to the spotlight.
Your eyes glistened with admiration as you watched the next pair, and then the next. Cheering out words of affirmation and encouragement to any and all competitors, Taehyun laughed.
“You really do love this, don’t you?”
You turned to him. “Did you ever doubt it?”
Standing from the bench he was at, he looked down at you and took a step forward. Unsure of how you would react if he hugged you so spontaneously, he instead grabbed your hands in his.
“I’d never doubt you.”
The moment of solidarity, hands clasped tightly together in a silent vow of support.
“Thank you for sticking around,” you started.
He nodded.
“But I want you to do what makes you happy, Taehyun. Not me.”
He furrowed his eyebrows together for a moment, an unreadable expression making its way onto his face.
“You make me happy. Being here with you, makes me happy.”
In that moment, it was confirmed in your mind that something had shifted. Maybe you had always known that the two of you weren’t just two individuals competing against the world.

It was after the competition, trophy in hand, that the two of you stood outside of the building.
Everything that had felt so scary— so final, was now over. The adrenaline had faded and the crowds had dispersed, any stragglers offering their congratulations as they passed you by.
The moonlight casted a soft glow over the two of you as you hugged the trophy close to you. The trophy that you and Taehyun had won, together.
“Taehyun,” you started.
“When I said that I wanted you to do what makes you happy… I meant it.”
Taehyun chuckled, his hand reaching for yours again. Instead of a grand confession, he expressed his love with gentle touches.
“I meant what I said, too.”
Your heart was overflowing with emotion and you looked at the ground, kicking at the concrete with your sneakers. Somehow you felt exposed outside of the rink dressed down like this, yet, Taehyun had always insisted you looked just as beautiful.
“You make me happy.”
If you were pressed against each other, you would have felt your hearts beat in unison.
As you looked up once more, your eyes met, that fragile bubble of intimacy, that you knew all too well and clung to with a sense of desperation.
“Please, don’t hold back for me. I’m happy.” You whisper, voice barely above a whisper.
Taehyun could feel the gravity of the moment and did his best to soothe you, gently tracing over your knuckles in a comforting motion.
“I know that you want to sing, and you should. So please don’t lie to me. I’m happy, Taehyun. I’m so, so happy because of all the years we’ve spent together. But there’s nothing here to work towards for you and I don’t want you to not pursue your dreams just because of…”
“Of?”
“…Whatever it is that we have.”
For a moment, there was silence, broken only by the soft sound of your breath mingling in the air.
Suddenly, he smirked and you found yourself growing irritated with his inability to take you seriously. “And what is it that we have?”
You scoffed, ripping your hands away from him in annoyance. “Don’t be a jerk!”
He laughed, reaching for your hand again and bringing it up to his mouth, placing a gentle kiss against your knuckles.
“Sorry, sorry. I know what you’re trying to say. I appreciate it, and I think you’re right.”
Your eyes widened in surprise, after so long of him denying himself the chance, he had given in much easier than you expected.
“You’re really gonna try?” The smile that grew on your face was one of pure ecstasy as he nodded.
Carelessly, you had dropped the heavy trophy you were holding, throwing your arms around him with a giggle that managed to bubble out.
The flowers Taehyun had been holding were being crushed between the two of you, yet neither of you seemed to care.
Both of you stood together, his one hand being placed gently on the back of your head as you buried your face closer into him.
“Promise to come see me on stage, then?”
You scoffed, “obviously! I love you, you idiot…”
This time, he rolled his eyes at you playfully. “Geez, really? Your confession could have been a little more gentle.”
“Whatever, says the self-proclaimed ice king.” You pulled away and brought your hand up to cup his cheek.
“I’ll be front row at every show, okay? I’m not going anywhere.”
You knew that no matter where your paths would lead you, you would always be bound by the thread of love that connects you, now and forever.
“Me neither.”
Everything about Taehyun shined to you— you loved how his eyes danced happily, and the gentle way he spoke; the way he filled your aimless days when you felt demotivated with bitterness and hope.
You had loved him as you fell to sleep, and each morning as you woke up to his new messages. When he would bring you lunch at the rink, even long after he hung up his skates.
It was never any question that your love was as timeless and enduring as the frozen surface that would always remain beneath your feet, decorated with the carvings you had created together.

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PHONING... 𓂃 ࣪˖ To All The Boys.





Chronicles of the crumpled pages of poetry detailing past attempts at love can be found in the trash of your bedroom where you’re not a woman, but a girl instead. Through all the desperate yearning for love, only one flame was strong enough to make it out.

જ⁀➴♡ wc 2k ✧ angst , fluff , txt ot5 x reader

Dear Huening Kai,
I’m not really sure how to start this letter. I hope this finds you well seems devastatingly distant and cold, like I’m writing a business letter. I never wrote you a letter before, everything that we shared had been in the form of hushed whispers in the back of the classroom. Notes, surely I had written hundreds through the years. Eventually though, your desk no longer belonged to you and my notes found their place in the trash.
The final note, just as short as all the others had three words. I’m sure that you can guess what they were. My hands were clammy and the lettering was shaky but even still, I held that note close to my heart. I waited much longer than I should have— after the first week it should have been obvious that you weren’t returning to our sacred corner of the world.
I’m not sure why I’m writing this now after having crumpled that note away, hidden away inside of that class binder you’d scribbled on. The doodles made the both of us laugh in the moment but looking at them now just makes me miss our schooldays.
Anyways, these are the things that I want for you that I never got to tell you.

I want you to be happy. I want someone to know the warmth of your smile and to feel the way I did when I was in your presence. I’m sure you haven’t thought of me at all since you left but you saved my life back then by being my friend. I hope that I could have made you as happy as you made me.
When school was absolutely dreadful, we found each other. When everyone picked me last, you had always sought me out first. Maybe that’s why I believed you were the first boy I ever loved.
I want you to know how happy you made my years and though your leaving really did hurt me, in the end, I was better for it. I don't know if what we had was just puppy love, but if it wasn't, then I hope to never to fall deeper in love than I was with you.
Because of you, I know I’m too fragile to bear it.
My love has abandoned me, do with that what you will.
Love,
From, Y/N.

Dear Kang Taehyun,
Do you remember our first day? When I first saw you I was convinced you would be the romantic lead to finally convince me to take another chance at love. When we first spoke, I quickly came to realize that you weren’t— you were yourself and somehow, that was worse. Because I loved you more than any idealized version of you I had ever known.
Anyways, that first night the fog lifted and all around us were trees linking hands, like children playing. It reminded me of a boy I had known in my youth and suddenly I was 16 years old again desperately holding my feelings to my chest, afraid to speak as if the moment would slip away once more.
And somewhere along the way, messy confessions of admiration written on ripped out binder paper became carefully lettered confessions on parchment paper, sealed beautifully with wax only to never be opened.
Our first night, when you stood by the door, conflicted, as I sat there with my knees tucked under my chin, smiling. Then through the window, over the horizon was the most beautiful sunsets I had ever seen. Soon, your breath was on my neck as compliments spilled from your lips in a whisper. When I shied away from your touch, the first boy to touch me, you told me I looked lovely and for the first time in my life: I had felt it.
I sometimes think about the fragility of glass— ofbroken shards tearing against soft skin. The prickly feeling of tears as you’d stare down at the red glossy blood beginning to seep out.
It was almost painful how you respected me— how you accepted my rejections with a gentle smile.
And in truth, it is the transparency of the glass that kills you. The pain of seeing through to something you can never quite touch and the sting that followed after.
Your arms around my waist, the cold wind coming through the window howled as the sea whispered with the scent of sea salt filling the room. That night had felt so intimate and special to me, how welcoming you had been to my fear.
When the morning came, you were off and the sea continued to whisper your name.
Come back to me.
Love
From, Y/N.

Dear Choi Beomgyu,
I gave you the best of me— the year, the days, the hours. Precious little, in turn you’d given, like nutrients for a wilting flower. A last minute attempt at nurturing a broken heart. It had worked for the time. For that, I’m grateful.
I never said those three words to you— I wasn’t sure if I would be able to bring myself to. For anytime I had gotten close— to this idea of love— it had slipped away just beyond my reach.
I want you to remember my lips beneath your fingers and how you told me things you never told another soul.
Always the mood maker on camera, those glimpses into your soul that you had provided me were more special than you could have ever imagined.
Every moment between us had been captured with your camera. Now, I can’t recall if I had ever looked into your eyes without that thing in my face. For the sake of the memories, I let you have it. How dearly you loved that camera, I eventually hoped that could be me.
And those rare moments without it, on the quiet hood of your car as we sat looking up toward the sky were the ones I would remember forever. How you traced circles into my back as effortlessly as you would change the camera’s lens.
And my heart would skip at the thought that you were maybe, just maybe, beginning to know every inch of me as much as you knew that camera.
I want you to know that I have kept sacred everything you had entrusted in me and I always will.
Now I do wonder if there will be a morning when you'll wake up missing me as much as I missed miss you. I guiltily found myself hoping that some incident in your life would have finally taught you the value of my worth, that some poor girl much stronger than me would say the words that I longed to and mean it for the moment— only to break your heart in the end.
And you would feel a surge of longing, when you remember how I was good to you.
If that day ever comes then I hope you will look for me. I hope you will look with the kind of conviction that you’d always shown me, searching for me in every passing face.
Because I want to be found again. And I hope it’s you and the secrets you shared who find me.
Love
From, Y/N.

Dear Choi Soobin,
Have you forgotten me?
Please tell me what you've heard, in passing between mutual friends’ gatherings and in memories dug up by algorithms beyond your control.
I guard your memory jealously because with you I'd placed my worth. Because after losing so much— you seemed so perfect. I was ready to give it all up. Everything.
I was officially half out of my mind with love.
And I didn't think twice about what I was throwing into the fire, as long as I could keep it burning for just another minute— if only I was allowed to sit awhile longer beside its pale glow with my head on your shoulder while your gentle hums lured me to sleep.
That was how I loved you in the end. With my body cold and shuddering, empty hands over smoldering ash, counting out the minutes for your return.
And eventually, like all the love before, I had to realize that you weren’t coming back.
There I sat by the sad pile of ash only accompanied by a lukewarm, bitter tasting beer. You had complained that my wine was much too sharp.
Even with you gone I found myself trying to cater towards your taste. Yet despite the arguments we would have, mostly at my own fault, I prayed for the moments you would come back and drag me back home with you.
You showed me the particular kind of suffering to be experienced when you love something so deeply that you end up burning yourself too close to the flame. A tender sacrifice.
Like bent and broken feet of a dancing ballerina, it was in every considered step I took in the opposite direction of you.
If I ever felt like home to you, it was because you were safe with me. I want you to know that most of all.
Maybe in another time, I could have been your home. I don’t know anymore.
Love
From, Y/N.

Dear Choi Yeonjun,
It was in you that I had found everything I ever loved before and more, all at once.
Everything I had lost returned to me once more as if to remind me of what I would never have. Or maybe you were sent to give me hope again.
It was in the pained silence, comparable only to the lost song of a mermaid, I had come to terms with the fact that it was the first option.
At the place where you found me, under the half-moon and its half-light of the park. You said, if only you had met me there that night. Maybe we could have found our way. If we had met later on as more developed versions of ourselves, we could have stood a chance.
And I laughed, with no humor at all. Because at our age, it felt I had no more time to wait.
I learned something about sadness after that day, you ruffling my hair to comfort me before walking away without a goodbye or see you soon.
You showed me insanity like an open window, seven storeys high as I stared to the ground far below, teetering on the edge. And it was just as terrible and as beautiful as you and I.
Because I loved you— and I had finally said it, after so many years of chasing. I admitted to you: you were my everything.
With your arm around my shoulder as you entertained a group of people I couldn’t bother to remember the names of, I found myself looking up at you with pure adoration.
Suave and cool, you seemed to be everything love had told me I needed. Because with you, I was revered as well. Even to everyone around you: to be loved by you, I must have been special.
When your face fell at my confession, guilt evident on your face— I came to realize I must not have been special enough.
And you said pure bliss was a storm cloud, just before the rain would burst into the night sky, like a thousand aquatic stars-and not one single moment before.
And you were right. You were right about it all.
Love
From, Y/N.

Dear, ▇▇▇▇
There were letters that I had wrote you that I gave up sending, long before I stopped writing. I don't remember their contents, but I can recall with absolute clarity, your name scrawled across the pages.
I could never quite contain you to those messy sheets of ink. I couldn’t stop you from overtaking everything else, writing for hours on end only to feel overwhelmed all over again at the building tower of papers in the trash.
Because any other letters written to all the boys I had loved before were never quite as visceral as yours.
I wrote your name over and over— on torn scraps of paper, on binders and on the back of my wrists. On mirrors as I stared back at myself, eyes puffy and wide with tears.
And I carved it like sacred markings into trees and thought of adding my own, only to realize how utterly and pathetically in love I must have seemed.
Passersby in the park would smile and whisper behind their hands: how beautiful was a girl in love?
To have carved your name into the trees and the tops of tabletops, you must have been so incredibly special. How lucky you were to be loved by me, they must have thought.
Sometimes when I read a book, parts will lift from the pages in an anagram of your name. The words on the page would move themselves around, shuffling in some twisted dance to fade into you. Like a code to remind me it's not over. It was never over.
And in the end, I find myself returning to you. Only you. In this first letter: the one that I’ll finally send, I’m lending my heart to you in hopes you’ll return to me.
Because as I was, and as I am— as I will always be,
I am completely and utterly yours.
And so I am sending this: baring my soul and heart to you. It has been beaten and bruised after all this time.
All I can hope is that you can learn to become very, very careful with this fragile heart. And in turn I will reflect all of the pain I have experienced throughout these years onto you, as it has been purified into this new form of love.
I’ll be waiting at our spot. Come find me.
Love, your Y/N.

Happy 5 year anniversary, my TXT. ♥︎

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PHONING... 𓂃 ࣪˖ carnival.





Essentially becoming a shut-in due to your extreme fear of crowds, your friends are determined to take you out and show you how much fun things can be.

selected: [ beomgyu's song. ] replay? ✧

જ⁀➴♡ wc 1k ✧ fluff , humor , comfort

As you inch closer to the front of the line, the rhythmic clinking of the cars ascending and descending fills your ears.
Standing before the entrance, the worker looked at you expectantly before glancing at the boys behind you. You turned to face them and they all gave you an encouraging smile, each one as sweet as the one before.
“So, who’s it gonna be?”

Looking at each of them, it felt almost impossible to pick just one. The feeling that everyone was waiting on you made you even more anxious, the idea of annoying the people around you getting your nerves up even more.
“Hey, Y/N it’s fine. Take your time.” Taehyun commented.
The small smile he gave you was enough to have you letting out a sigh of relief. Beomgyu swayed back and forth on his heels, clapping his hands together.
“One, two…” he began counting down dramatically, motioning for you to hurry up as people behind him waited.
Shooting him an irritated glare, you reached over the chainlink and grabbed his hand. The action quickly made him stop and a wide satisfied grin made its’ way onto his face.
“Hah!” Beomgyu shoved the stick of cotton candy he had been holding in Yeonjun’s hand as the boy took it with a confused look before shrugging, taking a bite from it.
Stepping forward, the two of you step onto the gondola as the attendant begins to follow the safety measures.
“Hey, Y—”
“Gyu, if you start tweaking on this ride when we get up there I’m flinging you off and then myself.”
Beomgyu’s wide smile fell and he blinked slowly, hands clasped together. “Oh!”
With a lurch, the Ferris wheel began its slow ascent, the ground falling away beneath and butterflies beginning in your stomach.
“I wasn’t going to, what I was going to say before I was so rudely interrupted is that it’ll be fine. This is like, the second safest ride after the carousel and you did fine on that.”
The carnival buzzed with excitement below as the sounds blended with the lively atmosphere.
You let out a huff, turning toward him. “That’s a kid’s ride.”
“And so is this! Ta-da!”
“Right. Thanks, Beomgyu.”
The same mischievous grin never left his face and you found yourself more focused on him than the strange jumps in your heart.
Despite your nervousness, you couldn't help but laugh, grateful for Beomgyu’s lightheartedness.
It was obvious he was putting up his usual act to entertain you but you found yourself appreciating it as a nice distraction.
"Thanks for always making me laugh, at least.” you said, voice filled with gratitude as you swung your legs back and forth.
He noticed the motion and let out a sigh of relief, grateful that he had managed to calm you down enough that you were seeming more comfortable.
He flashed you a boyish grin, eyes sparkling. "Anything for you, Y/N~”
You cringed at the high pitched voice he put on as he puckered his lips towards you, shoving him away with a choked laugh.
The quick distraction seemed to lose your focus as the ferris wheel reached its peak and your nerves seemed to resurface.
Beomgyu was quick to notice and reached out, placing a hand under your chin and turning your face to him.
"Don't worry, Y/N. I'm right here with you," his voice was soft and comforting and you almost felt nauseous at how gentle he had been.
The whole time, even with getting swept up in the rush of the night, he always seemed to hold himself back for you when he knew you needed it.
“Yeah, right. You’re always here aren’t you?“
“Always for you, that’s why I’m your favorite.”
“Hm… are you?”
“Would I be here if I wasn’t?” His voice was teasing, although it sounded like a genuine question.
“I guess not.” It came out in a mumble, you not wanting to fully confess that he had been right.
“You’re always on my mind, that’s for sure.”
Hearing this, Beomgyu gave you a curious look before confidently grabbing your hand in his and holding it up in front of you. “All according to plan, then.”
This time it was your turn to give him a confused look, tilting your head to the side slightly. “What do you mean?”
He smiled, “I always want you to think about me. I want there to be some tiny particle of thought that always holds a piece of me, just like how you’re always on my mind.”
Every word was the truth— Beomgyu knew that the world wouldn’t end if you had slipped out of his life but he was sure it would stop turning entirely.
You had come to fit in his life like a recurring dream, unknowingly invading his every thought like he wished he could for you.
Even when only an arm's length away—it felt like you were somewhere else, in your own world entirely. He would reach out and touch you, only for his hand to come up empty.
You almost felt sick from how flushed you felt, eyes searching for any sign of a joke but only finding a look of pure sincerity. Any mischievous glint before had completely melted away.
“You think of me?” You asked, almost breathless.
“Obviously, I do. I love you.”
You felt a wave of warmth wash over you, all you could focus on was how breathtaking Beomgyu had looked.
In the moment there was no humor in his voice, just genuine affection. It would almost be alarming if you hadn’t known him as well as you did.
There wasn’t any need to question it, his love was always there just bubbling underneath the surface. Maybe he just expressed it in his own way.
“I do too.”
“Think of me, or love me?”
“Well both… obviously.” You said, mocking his tone from moments earlier.
Your heart was pounding in your chest at the admission as you noticed the way his gaze softened while he looked at you. A way you’d only seen in your daydreams.
As you rise higher and higher, the carnival below seemed to be drowned out even with how bustling it had been.
The sounds of laughter and music faded to the background and all you could focus on was the sound of the wind and the gentle creaking of the wheel as it turned.
Without hesitation, Beomgyu brought your hands held up between you to his mouth. You smiled, embarrassed as he placed a gentle kiss to your knuckles.
The cute moment didn’t last long before he gently bit down on your hand, causing you to jump and pull it away from him as he snickered.
“What is wrong with you?” The seat shook slightly due to you jumping and you found yourself quickly grabbing onto his arm, clinging onto him.
“Are you crazy?”
“Crazy over you~”
“…Yuck.” A quiet laugh left your lips, shortly followed by a deep breath as you calmed yourself for the final time.
Despite the fact that your seat had stopped shaking, your grip on his arm stayed the same.
The wheel began its descent as the two of you sat in a comfortable silence, the soft chiming music below slowly coming back into focus.
“Y/N?”
“Hm?”
“I hope that little by little, you find yourself thinking of me, until you wake up one morning and realize you can't think of anything else, because I’ll always be here.”

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PHONING... 𓂃 ࣪˖ birthday.





Over the years, you’ve become jaded of your dream to find a love that would provide a home for your heart. One chance encounter is enough to change those days forever.

જ⁀➴♡ wc 2k ✧ fluff , huening kai x reader

As a child, you would drift in and out of libraries filled with dead poets and their musky scent. Pages upon pages filled with musings of love long lost, only immortalized on those pages that began to yellow and fade with time.
Most people found themself drawn to poems about love, searching for the words to describe what they all longed for— true romance.
Unlike them, you often found yourself fixating on the books that held the passage of time. Maybe there was something that the authors knew, something that would make it all make sense.
You held them in your hands and breathed them in wanting so much to be part of their world. To understand and learn from them— to find something to fight for.
The books told you one day your poetry would be whispered on the lips of your lover, that time would slow and all that would remain was your love.
It was within these pages that you found yourself believing that was the only thing time could never take away.

With this came the yearning and soon your birthday wishes were replaced with something of a much heavier weight.
Overtime, you grew to dislike your birthday. It wasn’t always like that, though.
One year you would love it, others you would hate it.
One thing that always remained was the feeling of loneliness, even while surrounded by people smiling and clapping.
Somehow your birthday felt excruciatingly long but never long enough.
The existential dread that would come with facing the fact you were getting older and empty self-made promises.
The ritual of blowing the candles, the cutting of the cake— the mess of cream and sponge in your mouth.
Always your favorite, never changing flavors overtime because who was it for, if not you?
The taste was sweet and familiar, like a newly formed wish, fashioned from all the ones you've made before.
Cake began to be the only thing you looked forward to as you got older, until eventually you stopped eating it altogether.
You don't remember the wishes you made in sequence or the things you ask for.
You only recall the ones you wanted the most, like the f/c scarf you saw in a shop’s display window when you were thirteen.
The admiration for how perfect the mannequin seemed to wear it, partnered with a perfectly coordinated outfit.
How deeply you yearned to wear it as flawlessly as it had, maybe then someone would see you and fall in love just how you did in that moment.
How deeply you felt its’ absence when you sat and stared at the litter of torn wrapping paper, empty new possessions littered around as you waited for the next one— only for it to never come.
And even though it was trivial to everyone else, your heart ached at its’ failing.
You found yourself wondering what the cause of such heartache was.
The books said that the greatest heartache came from loving another soul, beyond any doubt or reason.
It was with realizing this, you called yourself lucky to have never been in love with anyone as much as you’d been in love with that scarf.
As long as your love was directed towards the minuscule things, you would be safe.
Yet deep down, a part of you still yearned for someone to look at you and convince you to take that risk. So you would try over and over again, despite the promise of heartache, to find what you wanted.
To have someone to spend your birthday with.
After all, what was more poetic than one’s birthday?
A day spent celebrating your life and your future, reflecting on the past and wishing for your future.
Or facing the inevitable end, remembering your final destination.
And even though it wasn’t death you feared itself, the idea of facing it alone seemed devastating.
Your wishes always changed.
Like the year you turned fifteen and your best friend's mother got really sick.
Despite all the stories your friend had shared with you about their relationship, when you found her breaking down at the news: you felt that heartache again.
All you wanted was for her to be okay again.
It was that year you learned that shooting stars were either a blessing or a curse, depending on what you wanted to believe.
In your case, for that year, it seemed to be a curse.
On your seventeenth birthday, you found yourself falling in love for the first time. Or at least, you thought so in the moment.
Walking out of your front door anxiously fidgeting with the bottom of your shirt as you made your way to his car, only for him to meet you halfway.
Standing on the sidewalk where he brought you red roses and a promising smile.
“Happy birthday.” He said.
When he broke your heart, you cried for days.
Many birthdays came and went.
One by one, you loved them and just as easily, they were lost to you.
Somewhere amidst the carnations and mistletoe you slowly learned more about love than the books ever told.
Love was messy and almost unattainable. Love was seemingly temporary, but inevitably painful.
Little by little, your heart that was once a bouquet of hope and ecstasy blossomed into one of tenderness and betrayal.
You wondered if you would ever be able to shed that loneliness that came every year, always the same day.
Then you met him.
Your meeting was clumsy and unusual, just like him as he flashed you a friendly smile and uttered a quick apology.
You stood in the doorway with the box of a now crooked birthday cake, dumbfounded.
It wasn’t until he waved his hand in front of your face and asked if you were okay that you had snapped out of it.
“I’m… okay.” Your voice was hesitant, unsure of how to proceed.
Everything in your heart yelled at you to keep the conversation going— to say anything to keep him here, in this moment.
“I’m not so sure about my cake, though.”
Looking down to realize the cake that was once decorated with intricate roses and beautiful cursive lettering was now lopsided and smudged, he furrowed his eyebrows.
“We should fix that then.” And he smiled, signaling for you to follow him back into the bakery the two of you had collided in front of.
The two of you had waited in the line to the register to explain the situation and see if there was any hope for you to get a quick replacement.
A face straight out of a magazine, it was a miracle you hadn’t recognized him. Longing glances and the sound of whispers nearby should have tipped you off but to you, everything besides his voicr was simply white noise.
Holding your breath next to the handsome stranger, you found yourself hoping that the line would never move.
“Huening Kai, by the way.”
“Huh?”
“I said Huening Kai, that’s my name.” His voice was patient and even bubbly.
“Oh.” Was all you could say.
“I really hope your friends’ birthday doesn’t get ruined— I should have been watching where I was going, haha…” He sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck and you found yourself falling further into his boyish charms.
You felt much younger than you were, that feeling of your heart fluttering you only felt once when that boy had given you roses.
How special he must have been to give you that simply by smiling.
“It’s… my birthday, actually.” It took you a moment to admit and he must have noticed with how he nodded.
“Well, I hope I didn’t ruin your birthday then.”
“It’s really no problem, I’m not doing much anyways so… there really isn’t any need for you to get me a replacement.”
Pulling back on the idea, he seemed to pick up on the slight embarrassment you had.
“It was a beautiful cake, but it’s fine. Really.”
“A beautiful cake for a beautiful girl, right?”
The blood rushed to your cheeks and you swore you could have stumbled over from how lightheaded you became. And he simply laughed, quickly apologizing for his teasing.
“Haha I’m sorry, I just don’t know your name.”
In that line you stood, dressed in a messy accumulation of whatever clothes you could find in a rush out of your apartment and your hair tussled about.
You certainly didn’t feel beautiful but you found yourself believing his words, despite it all. Maybe you were the tiniest bit hopeful.
“Huh? Oh, it’s Y/N…”
“Right. Happy birthday, Y/N!”
You weren’t sure if he knew it then but in that moment, all of those wasted birthdays seemed worth it because you had endured them to get to that moment.
The moment he came into your life, the best birthday gift you could ever ask for.
Without even knowing who he was prior, Huening Kai was the first man you fell in love with, completely and beyond reason, beyond any shadow of doubt you knew. You finally understood was the books spoke of.
He brought you dandelions each date.
You asked him why, if he thought they were pretty.
“They’re as pretty as you~” He’d joke.
The real reason, you later found out, was so you would never want for wishes.
Even on birthdays, he began to bring you that weed.
Somehow, you found the weed more romantic than any flowers you’d been given before simply for the meaning behind it.
A secret meaning just for the two of you.
It wasn’t a long time before the two of you had given yourselves to each other completely, jumping in head first.
It was your first birthday with him.
You never explained to him your distaste for your birthday but it didn’t stop him from encouraging the two of you to celebrate together.
Until then, it had always been the same every year. As soon as the first match was struck, the smell of burning takes you backward through your memory.
It stopped you right at that moment on that warm night, after your first heartbreak where you watched the first trickle of melting wax hit the icing and you found yourself crying for the love you thought you had lost.
Now there you were, the wax melting ever so slowly again, pouring down to deface the beautiful cake he had ordered for you. Combing through your memory, you tried to find something to wish for.
Something new or something old, it didn’t matter.
But you couldn't think of a single thing you had wanted— because he was standing there, in the lickering light, asking you to make a wish.
Messy blonde hair in his face as he leaned into his hoodie with that smile, the one you fell in love with had you holding your breath in the candlelight.
You looked deep into his eyes and saw the very best of yourself reflected back, all with love.
And you knew: he loved you, beyond reason, beyond doubt, and with no hope of salvation.
You knew your being happy was an anomaly and no one knew you better than he.
But for once, your resolve was firm and without avoiding his gaze, without crossing your fingers behind your back; or the other things you did when speaking untruthfully—you told him you were happy.
On your birthday, warm in the candlelight where your heart felt as if it were floating away.
The rain doesn’t discriminate between day or night and either will hold its own light and dark, you had learned over the years.
Through years of crying in bedroom closets, office cubicles and club bathrooms: the rain never discriminates.
You smiled nervously, feeling almost guilty for not having a wish. Despite this, you blew out the candles.
But as you went to confess your strange lack of want for anything materialistic or otherwise, he cut you off in that same playful voice.
“I love you, Y/N.”
And it was then you knew in your heart, you would always look back on that time-not without a sense of melancholy— that it was the happiest in your life.
Birthday or not, it didn’t matter anymore as long as you were with him.
After that, he never pressured you to celebrate again.
Some years the two of you had your cake and others, when your anxiety of mortality crept up on you, the two of you would treat it the same as any other day.
Of course it was the same as any other day but not without the extra caresses and gentle ‘I love you’s.
Kai hadn’t completely changed you or somehow healed that broken part of you by gifting you dandelions and pinky promises but that didn’t matter.
And now this was the year you were sure you would spend the rest of your lives together. The two of you had fallen completely in love, for the first and last time with each other.
This year where there weren't any candles— just the two of you walking late at night through the city streets with your heart in each other’s hands.
How thankful you were that you had given yourself to the first stranger who called you beautiful on your birthday.

જ⁀➴♡ phone in ᝰ.ᐟ

PHONING... 𓂃 ࣪˖ huge hearts and 52-hertz.





Regretting what had led you to this point in your life: you reach out to the one person you know would understand you and what you’d lost.

જ⁀➴♡ wc 4k ✧ angst , fluff , choi soobin x reader

There was a split second before the feeling caught the memory— a small haven of neutrality that was quickly followed by a headlong crash into recognition.
The crashing of the waves in front of you served as some sort of comfort, the moonlight bouncing off of the waters simultaneously reflecting the light in your heart as you waited anxiously with bated breath.
The light of hope that he would come to see you, despite the severed ties.
Your mind pulls him to the foreground like a snapped rubber band and you find yourself combing through all the memories you could gather as if they were slipping through your fingers with the passage of time.
And you think of the line he drew in the sand, both figuratively and literally.

The first time you had walked the beach together, there were things written in the sand. Things that you’ve since forgotten over the years but the memory of how your heart seemed to jump never wavered.
Now there was a line drawn that you can't seem to put a foot past, no matter how hard your mind tells you to fight against it.
Instead, you sat on the same beach you shared many memories on prior and found yourself tracing hearts in the sand yourself, only for them to be washed away by the waves that brush against your feet.
The night was just as cold as the water and you shivered slightly, pulling your knees closer to you. After the hearts were washed away for the third time, you decided to give up on them.
Did you ever give up on him? If you did, surely you wouldn’t be sitting where you were.
That line he drew like a tripwire, you found yourself afraid of the damage but you knew you couldn’t keep standing still as you watched the distance between you grow further and further.
The urgency in your voice must have been hard for him to miss because it wasn’t long until you heard the shuffle of footsteps in the sand and felt it being kicked up behind you.
The air was tense but you didn’t need to question who it was because the warmth of his heavy coat being placed on your shoulders and his familiar scent was answer enough.
And the world falls away and you're exactly where you were on the last night you saw him, when he had his hands in your hair and his chin on top of your head as he hugged you and he never said a word about leaving.
The silence then was much more comfortable than it is now.
“It’s a little late for a walk on the beach.” Finally breaking the silence, you didn’t bother to look as he sat down next to you. The distance between you felt excruciatingly farther than it had ever been before.
“Haha,” your voice was laced with sarcasm yet he still gave you a tight lipped smile.
It took everything in you to claw against the instinct to turn and look at him, knowing that the tenderness in his eyes alone would bring you to tears.
“You look different,” his awkward attempt to break the silence made you laugh and you rolled your eyes.
You knew that Soobin wasn’t usually one for emotional talks so his presence alone was enough to warm your heart.
It wasn’t that he didn’t feel things, but he preferred to stick to his own devices when dealing with his emotions.
He was very unlike you. Maybe that’s why things ended up how they did.
“You look pretty.” You were quick to swallow the lump in your throat and take in a deep breath, that familiar jump in your heart seemed to take the helm.
“How have you been?” Your voice came out quiet and defeated, for the first time in months, Soobin couldn’t pretend that he didn’t understand why.
It was difficult to be in a relationship and watch your partner go further and further in their own life while you felt stuck. The fact that time could never slow down for you— never afford you one moment of peace together where you didn’t have to worry about falling behind.
His heart broke for you.
“I’ve been… alright. Schedules keep me busy.” It seemed like he was proceeding with caution, almost as if he was scared his words would break you.
You laughed.
“You don’t have to hold back, I’m fine. I can afford to be sad without wanting to end it all, you know?”
The sigh of relief he let out didn’t slip past you and you shook your head, looking down at the sand. Stuck together through the wetness of the water but ultimately, it would be torn apart and washed away regardless.
“I’m glad.. you’re okay. I’m fine, too. I was just worried about you. We haven’t talked in a while and it’s really late to be out at night. You should be more careful.”
Finally you found it in you to face him. Before you could open your mouth, he continued.
“It’s not your fault we haven’t spoken. It’s mine.”
Your mouth closed and you furrowed your eyebrows together in confusion.
He wasn’t necessarily wrong, you had even felt that way once you realized he had begun to distance himself. There was never once a moment in your mind that you could find to excuse why he had begun to disappear from your life.
It just happened, as it always does.
“How’s the band?” He smiled at you again and suddenly the air felt new again.
“Good, they’re… good. They miss you too, you know. Beomgyu has been giving me absolute hell, talking my ear off. Says he misses his vacation partner more than I miss my ex.”
The word ex hurt to hear directly from him but it couldn’t be helped— that was the proper label for your relationship now. Reality had begun to sunk in and all of the time spent, all of the distance traveled ultimately led to that word.
You weren’t each other’s anymore.
“Yeah.” You let out a deep breath and turned back toward the waters, they seemed much calmer now.
“I’d give anything to be stuck on a plane with Gyu for a few hours again.”
Soobin raised an eyebrow at you and leaned back, his hands propped up behind him in the sand. “He’d just be asleep. It’d be a ride full of snoring.”
You shrugged.
“It’s the time spent together that matters.” He only hummed in response.
The two of you sat in each other’s presence for the first time in months, the first time without the lingering question of ‘what are we?’ hanging over your heads and just existed.
It was nice, until it wasn’t.
“How are you really, Y/N?”
The same way the memories of him and your relationship were tossed at you the moment your feet touched the sand, it felt like that rubber band inside of you had snapped again as you felt your eyes well up with tears.
You were quick to blink them away but Soobin had noticed the change of your breathing pattern and frowned.
“I swear I’m okay—”
“I didn’t say you weren’t.”
Frustration bubbled in you before you remembered that you had brought this upon yourself. The fact of the matter was, you wanted to tell him.
That small light of hope inside of you wanted to tell him how your life was going as you’d done hundreds of times before, and you found yourself praying that he’d hold you in his arms the same way he had before.
“I could sit here for hours, and detail every single worry and anxiety that I’ve had all throughout my life. I could go through every second of my life, and remember exactly where I felt what emotion, but no matter how in-depth I go I still feel like no one will ever truly understand me.”
The sudden confession had him sitting up and shifting his body to face you fully, a sign to show you that he was listening.
The small smile that spread on your face made his own heart skip a beat. You appreciated his efforts.
“I know that that sounds… super corny or that I’m trying to be mysterious but at the end of the day, I don’t think anyone will ever truly understand you and what you go through as much as you can understand yourself, you know?”
“Getting close to that feeling of understanding is very hard and… sometimes it feels completely impossible but when I’m with you, I find that I don’t have to worry about feeling understood. I just am.”
The urge to cry seemed to overtake you and a tear managed to slip past your defenses as you cleared your throat, straightening your posture with a deep breath.
Soobin’s hand twitched at his side as he debated on grabbing yours to comfort you.
The last thing he wanted was to give you any false hope, so he didn’t.
“And I know that you don’t like when people cry in front of you and you’re probably gonna make fun of me. You’re probably going to laugh but I think… I need to hear your laugh..? Just to serve as some strange reminder that you still exist.”
If it weren’t for your shaky breaths and confession, there was always a small chance that he couldn’t tell you were crying.
But when you turned to face him once more and the streaks on your cheeks were revealed by the moonlight, it was unavoidable.
“I exist.”
All he could do was echo the words back to you as you smiled.
Despite what the rational part of his mind was telling him from before, he found himself ready to reach out and grab your hand.
He only stopped when you had already brought yourself to hold his.
“I guess with time, I realized that you helped me deconstruct whatever weird, hatred and bitterness I had towards the world and slowly, without me even realizing it— you replaced it with love.”
During the course of your relationship, Soobin had learned everything there was to learn about you. The same was true for you, as well.
When you spend so many years together, completely inseparable, the slips of truth and peeks into your soul were inevitable.
To know someone so intimately, to become one and the same.
“I always felt like when you’d kiss me, whatever sickness was in me slowly washed away and all I felt was sweetness.”
The noisy song of cicadas served to fill the silence as you took the time to catch your breath.
There were a few thoughts running through Soobin’s mind and as he did his best to follow the thread you had given him to somehow find out what conclusion you were trying to reach, he found himself resonating with anything you said.
Maybe his love for you could make anything you say sound reasonable.
“I found myself wondering if I’d be able to keep that sweetness in me without you, or if I’d just become bitter all over again.”
Your voice wavered a bit with the hesitancy to be honest, as if you were somehow admitting to a crime.
Soobin found that sentiment ridiculous. You weren’t guilty of anything, you were just in love.
“That sweetness wasn’t from me, it was always in you.”
Maybe it was the night getting to you as your eyelids began to grow heavy, puffy and welled with tears you still fought to hold back despite your newfound exhaustion.
The gentleness in his voice, always prominent when he was with you.
“I know. I know that now,”
“And I know that everything is over, so saying that probably sounds cringey now, but it’s still true.”
“It’s not, I feel the same way.” When you locked eyes his smile wasn’t held back.
There was no hesitation in his voice and the worry seemed to melt away, all he held was that same look of pure love and adoration he always had.
And you love the way he looks at you. Shy and half-cocked as though he was caught off guard by your words, as if he was worried that the time had somehow erased all that you felt and this sudden reassurance was exactly what he needed.
You couldn’t help but smile too as you stared into his eyes. Neither of you could look away, you searching his face as if you could see his thoughts. As if he was retracing his steps to remember all the ways to make you smile.
Soobin had always said you reminded him of the sea and attached you to a metaphor you had never heard before, when you thought you must have heard them all.
The same way that he had become your forest, you had become his sea.
You wondered if someone had broke his heart once and since then he couldn’t bear to be apart from the ocean.
You realized now that it was just how things were meant to be for the two of you. A bit of foreshadowing. The truth that the sea and the forest were much too different to exist together.
The strangest thing was how the smallest things could wreck a ship— like a rock, or a wave, or a hairline crack in the hull.
He’d call you his sea and stars and he would say it tenderly as he traced circles into your skin, as though you could sink him.
“I can’t say that I’m glad it’s over because that wouldn’t be true. I would just be lying to you and I was never really good at that in the first place.”
The sincerity in his voice confirmed what you were afraid of— he still loved you as much as you had him.
“I love you. That love will always be apart of me.”
Everything felt unfair in that moment. The way that happiness always seemed just out of reach— the unbearable yet undeniable fact that you were completely and irrevocably in love with each other in every single way.
But life moves on.
“I wanted to be connected to you forever so I guess even though I feel angry now, I’m grateful I got to feel that way at one point in time.” Still hushed, your voice was much more firm now.
Maybe the new rush of confidence was from how final these moments felt.
Finally being with each other after so much time spent apart, it felt like the only opportunity you had left to say everything you could before he was inevitably whisked away to bigger things.
“Right person, wrong time. Huh?”
He flashed you a sad smile and you scoffed, pushing his shoulder in a teasing way as he dodged you, shuffling closer.
Your heart skipped again.
“You’re kind of a jerk for saying that when you know that I hate when people use that as an excuse for things,” you sighed.
“But I guess it’s kind of true in our case...”
The silence took over again as he continued to study your face. Marks and features he once knew like the back of his hand he was now studying all over again as if it was the first time.
“Sometimes I wonder if whales feel anger as much as they feel grief.”
This time, it was his turn to give you a confused look.
“Whales?”
You nodded and found yourself focusing on the distant sound of a plane passing by overhead.
“It’s well known that whales experience emotions just as deeply as humans. There was a story about a whale whose child died and it traveled throughout the sea, carrying its corpse with it.”
Soobin grimaced at the idea but continued to listen, simply for the fact that it was you.
“I guess I can’t really blame it… because even though it’s a pretty morbid idea that most humans probably couldn’t even fathom, at the end of the day, none of us really know how to process those emotions and sometimes we do things that are completely illogical to other people just to find a way to cope.”
“It’s the same way that things like religion seem completely nonsensical to people who don’t believe in them because at the end of the day we’re all grasping for something to believe in to keep us going. Some people are perfectly content never finding that… I want to be one of those people. Perfectly content, I mean.”
He stared down at your hands, your grip on his slowly loosening. It wasn’t until he realized this and rushed to lock his fingers with yours that you looked back at him.
“…I think I don’t wanna have to worry about anything. Sometimes I even wonder what it would be like if I was just drifting away at sea, with no thoughts, and no worries. If I was completely alone and enveloped in the water and the waves, where the only thing that I could see for miles was the stars.”
Throughout your life, there was the constant knowledge of having a self, a heavy burden.
In everything there was a reminder: existence is immutable.
This reminder, with time, became more and more suffocating as you spent your years alone.
Burying yourself into school and work, all the way into adulthood to avoid the complete destruction that comes from existing.
Adulting and the weight on your shoulders that grew with the passage of time.
“But even though I want that I think at the end the day, I’d still miss you which is pretty scary.”
This existential loneliness and the desire to not exist was present in everyone’s life at some point and it could become overwhelming and almost unbearable.
You found, only in existing with other people could it become a bit more bearable.
Maybe running to other people for help was the easiest thing to do, or maybe it was what you needed to do to stay afloat.
After so many years of being alone, it was just nice to have someone to listen.
“You don’t have to miss me, I’m right here.”
“I’ll always be right here, even when you’re surrounded by the sea or the stars I’ll always come and find you.”
Always here, at the same place you had fallen in love.
Understanding him and the warmth that came from his reassurance didn’t help you stifle the giggle that you let out.
“You know that sounds pretty romantic when you say it, even though the conversation topic is pretty morbid.”
Now, he chuckled. “Nothing is ever really conventional with you though, is it?”
That was one of the things he found himself adoring about you and he would admit it a million times if you had asked him to.
Your mind was one of, if not, the most fascinating.
“I guess what I’m trying to say is, something about whales helps me feel more. Maybe that’s why I’m here—“
Besides the beach being a special place for the two of you and your relationship.
“Maybe it’s their songs, even if I can't understand them... though, sometimes they can't even understand their own.”
“What do you mean?”
As he shuffled closer for the second time, the gap between you was officially closed. The closeness reminded you of the first time he had kissed you, nervous and stumbling. It was sweet.
You found yourself pulling your hand away from his.
A part of him felt dejected at that but it was quickly washed away as he watched you raise your hands and pull his coat tighter around you.
He smiled again.
“There’s this story about a whale that traveled throughout the sea, all by itself, crying and wailing and no one ever found it. No whales ever found it because the vibrations were too low that they couldn’t understand and so the Navy had heard it, but they couldn’t find it themselves. And then eventually… it stopped.”
The ending didn’t seem to satisfy him as he raised an eyebrow towards you, urging you to continue.
“What happened to it?”
“Soobin,”
You looked over at him and in that moment of silence, there was a mutual understanding.
“…Oh.”
Burying yourself into his coat more, you found yourself wondering if he was cold as well. Not that he showed it.
“…Anyway, he was probably was roaming all by himself and died alone because no one ever came to help him.”
Soobin brought his hand to rub his arm and you realized that he was, in fact, cold.
Bringing his eyes back from the water for only a moment, he caught you staring and gave you a small smile again.
You never understood how he could be so comforting in moments like this.
“I know that story is really depressing but when you think about it, I think we’re all a little like that. At the end of the day when you’re going through these things alone, no one else will really know.”
“I don’t want you to go through things alone.”
You frowned, “I know you don’t.”
“It’s not their fault that they can’t hear or understand but on occasion, sometimes there will be someone who can hear it… and they’ll try their best to come.”
He felt heat rise to his cheeks and for a moment he felt bashful, as if he was somehow caught in an embarrassing situation.
“I think you did that for me, because you’re here— and you’re here because you heard me…”
After a few moments of Soobin thinking your words over in an attempt to find the perfect response, you finally pushed yourself to stand up.
His coat fell off of your shoulders as you brushed the sand off of yourself.
Soobin scrambled to his feet, picking up his coat and you smiled at him.
As the two of you stood, you anxiously stared down at your feet in the sand as he brushed the sand off of his coat.
Without anymore words, you found yourself clinging to him, wrapping your arms around him in a tight hug.
He stumbled back a bit in surprise but was quick to wrap his arms back around you, dropping the coat, long forgotten, onto the ground.
The waves seemed to pick up again, washing up on the shore once more as the cold temperature hit the both of you.
Neither of you seemed to mind.
“Thank you for coming.” Your voice was barely above a whisper now as you spoke into his ear.
He placed his hand gently on the back of your head, holding you close.
And when he touched you back, you felt a lifetime of indifference—of apathy melt away in that single moment.
And you ached for him.
His touch was the never ending reminder that you would bleed for him until the day he is gone. And you will continue to bleed for him every day after that.
The time will always pass and you will feel robbed— and you will grow bitter. But the memories will always be so, so sweet.
“Thank you for calling.”
The rest of the night was spent speaking in hushed tones as if the rest of the world was somehow listening in on the two of you.
Secret moments that you would remember for the rest of your days spent with the man who had showed you what your heart was worth.
What you didn’t tell Soobin that night was that during the Navy’s ten day search, a new 52-hertz frequency sound was found. The same sound, from two different locations.
Two different whales traveling through the sea, singing the same song of anguish.
Despite never finding each other, it’s possible that they heard each other singing this song only they could understand.
And although they were lonely, they were never truly alone.
Even in the seemingly endless ocean, it seemed possible for life to evolve towards connection.
The story you would always go back to when you remembered your love for him. The love that you would always hold.
Your past is what made you, because what happened then is how you got to where you are now. Good or bad, it's still apart of you.
In the end, Soobin would always be a part of you.
Everything he had shown you in your time together. And even though it was over now, you would treasure it forever.
The calming feeling that he had given you, like a gift. The comfort that the immediacy of your existence doesn’t have to define you, in that moment where the two of you simply existed with each other.
Everything was in a constant state of becoming, people would grow and change apart from each other in a variety of ways. But in the end, the love that once was will always remain.

જ⁀➴♡ phone in ᝰ.ᐟ

PHONING... 𓂃 ࣪˖ songs for you.





With the encouragement from his friends to stop yapping and finally do something about his crush, Yeonjun enacts a multi-step plan to ensure you fall for him. Unfortunately, each incident seems to crash and burn.

જ⁀➴♡ wc 6k ✧ fluff , humor

The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over the manicured lawns and towering buildings of the university as you yawned.
Stepping out of your final class of the day, the campus buzzed with energy and activity around you. Despite the students rushing past you, your eyes stayed glued to your phone as you quickly texted your friends to let them know that you were done with your class.
Unknown to you, staggering behind was Yeonjun whose eyes stayed glued to you. Soobin seemed to notice his lack of animated responses and followed his line of sight, only to see you.
“Staring holes into the back of her head surely isn’t getting you anywhere.” Soobin said teasingly, nudging him.

The sound of Kai’s loud laughter caused Yeonjun to sink into himself as he shot the boy an annoyed look, quickly checking that you didn’t look over at the commotion.
Of course, you were too busy tied up in your own world and he let out a sigh of relief.
The conversation was punctuated by the ringing of bells signaling the end of classes. “Why don’t you just make a move already? You’re running out of time, at the pace you’re going someone else is gonna swoop in.” Beomgyu’s flat tone didn’t seem to match his interest in the topic as he tucked his phone into his pocket.
“It’s not like I haven’t tried, she’s just always busy.” Yeonjun scoffed as he brushed a strand of hair from his face.
“Really?” Soobin hummed, “I haven’t seen you talked to her once.”
Yeonjun straightened his back and let out a huff as he jumped to defend himself. “That’s not true, we talked at the student showcase!”
Soobin snickered, “Oh right. Was that when you spilled your Sprite on her?”
“Ai—”
In the distance, there was the faint strains of music drifting from a nearby quad, where a group of students has gathered to enjoy the late afternoon sun. Beomgyu tore his eyes away from the group as they had passed, chiming in.
“Oh, yeah! And then she missed collecting her prize money because she went to go clean herself up.”
Embarrassment was written all over his face as Yeonjun ran a hand down his face, refusing to think back on the memory.
“Okay. Not my proudest moment, clearly.”
“You don’t have that many proud moments anyways, so don’t worry about it.” Taehyun teased, placing a hand on his older friends’ shoulder.
Yeonjun groaned, shaking him off as the group made their way through the campus to the court.
Yeonjun thought of what the others said as his eyes scanned the walls of the buildings, adorned with posters advertising lectures, performances, and club meetings. Despite his lack of personal interest in these clubs, they seemed to give him a few ideas on how to get your attention.

Yeonjun stood at the free-throw line, ball in hand, heart pounding with a mix of nerves and excitement.
It wasn’t like Yeonjun was a sweat when it came to their games— they were always in good fun so he never worried too much about it but knowing that you were only a few feet away on the bleachers with your friends had him feeling much more competitive.
Yeonjun glanced over at you, his heart stopping when he caught your eyes with his. Glancing over out of curiosity, you found yourself a bit embarrassed with the sudden eye contact but you flashed him a quick supportive smile.
In all honesty, you didn’t know much about him aside from what you heard from everyone around you. Yeonjun was attractive, that much you could admit, but it was a bit difficult to approach him considering how highly everyone spoke of him.
The two of you shared quite a few mutual friends so you’d run into each other fairly often but you never found yourself particularly engaged in a conversation with him alone.
The one time that you had talked to him ended with you covered in sticky soda which was of course, much less than favorable.
Even still, the conversation before had been enjoyable enough as he told you how much he liked your art. Student showcases were a bit of a drag and you found them quite embarrassing but when you’d later found out that he had dragged the rest of his friends to see your display, it felt worth it.
From then on you’d regarded Yeonjun as attractive and kind.
The eye contact grew a bit uncomfortable as you nervously laughed, quickly turning back to face your friends who gave you a teasing smile.
“Well, anyways, I’m not sure if I’ll text him back. I mean it was really nice but I don’t think he’s really the type to want something serious, you know?”
Karina hummed as she twirled her hair around her finger. “Are you sure you’re not making an assumption? Maybe he can surprise you.” She offered and you bit the inside of your cheek.
Ningning laughed as she tangled a sour strip above Winter who tried to catch it with her mouth. Watching this, you found yourself laughing at her struggling from her position lying on the bleachers.
“Y/N’s impossibly high standards strike again,” Giselle says as she shakes you gently by your shoulder with a smile.
Sheepishly, you rubbed the back of your neck and whined. “Isn’t that a good thing? I don’t wanna be played by some dumb disingenuous guy, y’know?”
You used to think that falling in love was about holding on, but soon you found that it wasn’t. Meaningless conversations made your head spin and after one too many times, you’ve practically given up.
At the end of the day, you realized you may never realize what love truly was. Or maybe you’ve had it all wrong. There was always the possibility that someone could change your mind but you refused to hold your breath waiting for it.
Winter finally caught the sour rope in her mouth and bit down on it, tugging the rope as it slipped from a distracted Ningning’s grasp, slapping Winter in the face.
Ningning’s attention had been turned toward the court as she saw the familiar group of boys muttering and looking over.
Winter choked as she sat up straight, coughing as she blinked rapidly to get rid of sugar that had gotten into her eye. You let out a small laugh as you moved her flailing hands and wiped the remaining sugar off her face.
“What about Yeonjun?” Giselle offered and you gave her a confused look.
“What… about him?” Ningning looked at you and then back to Yeonjun’s three friends who were still starring.
In his own word Yeonjun focused on the hoop with a deep breath, visualizing the perfect arc of the ball as he got ready to shoot it through the air.
Suddenly, his confidence came crashing down as a familiar voice called out.
“Y/N! This one’s for you!”
Ningning and Winter both started laughing and you turned toward the court with a confused look to see Soobin waving his arms toward you to get your attention.
Yeonjun’s stance fell and he quickly turned toward Soobin, heart beating out of his chest.
“Hey— why the hell would you—?!”
Soobin snickered as he nudged Yeonjun back toward the starting point, “Sh! Hurry up!”
That nervousness creeped back up as Yeonjun prepared to take the shot. It certainly didn’t help that he could feel the weight of your gaze on him. Knowing you were watching seemed to put him in a rushed state and he wasted no time shooting.
With a flick of his wrist, he released the ball, sending it soaring towards the basket with all the confidence he could muster back up.
Unfortunately, as the ball left his fingertips, he realized with a sinking feeling that something was off and he made a mental note to choke Soobin out when they were out of your sight.
The ball veered off course, missing the mark by a wide margin and clattering off the backboard with a resounding thud.
Any childish hope of impressing you dashed in an instant and he refused to turn and face you as he turned completely the other way, eyes staring through the chain link fence and out at the lot beyond it.
Beomgyu pursed his lips as he attempted to stifle his laughter and Taehyun grit his teeth together.
“Oh, that’s not…”
Embarrassed, you buried your face into your hands with an audible groan not even having to look up to know that he missed the shot, Giselle’s laugh next to you was enough of an indicator.
Embarrassment flooded Yeonjun’s cheeks as he retrieved the ball, trying to shake off the disappointment and salvage what's left of his pride.
After his blank stare was torn away from the fence he attempted to laugh it off, making light of his missed shot as he prepared to try again.
Soobin stood awkwardly, long arms stuck to his sides as he laughed along with Yeonjun in an attempt to help soothe the tension. Kai looked up from his switch, seeing the glare behind Yeonjun’s eyes and laughed.
“You’re making it worse, hyung.”
“Well… she laughed?” Soobin offered.
“Her friends laughed, idiot.” Yeonjun countered.
Soobin couldn’t help but feel a twinge of regret at Yeonjun failing to live up to the expectations he'd set and he let out a long drawn sigh. “You’re helpless.”
Yeonjun swatted at him, “me?! You set me up!”
The two’s bickering fell on deaf ears as Taehyun swiped the ball from Yeonjun’s hands and looked back at your group of friends.
Your hands fell from your face and Taehyun noticed a shy smile playing on your lips as your friends gushed about Yeonjun’s embarrassing moment.

The kitchen was bathed in warm, golden light as Yeonjun stood cluelessly, Soobin eagerly gathering ingredients to bake cookies.
Soobin turned from the cabinet and gave Yeonjun an annoyed look, “are you gonna help?”
“I would if I knew what we were doing.” Yeonjun argued as he cautiously moved around the counter, leaning against it with his arms crossed.
Soobin puffed out his cheeks for a moment as he stilled, placing the flour on the counter. “Cookies. Brownies? No— cookies.”
“Cookies?”
“Do you want to get a date with her or not?”
Yeonjun paused for a moment before the realization washed over him and he gave Soobin a confused look. “Remember what happened last time you tried to help?”
Soobin blinked a few times before throwing the rest of the ingredients on the counter and put his hands up in defeat. “I give up.”
As he went to walk away Yeonjun rolled his eyes, grabbing his wrist to stop him. “No! Clean up your mess.”
“My mess?” Soobin asked, raising an eyebrow.
Yeonjun’s cheeks grew red and he groaned. Neither him or Soobin were particularly good at baking but the idea of trying seemed appealing, at least if it was for you.
The silence had Soobin chuckling and Yeonjun shook his head before turning back to the counter. “So… cookies.”
With a sense of determination, Yeonjun set to work, measuring out ingredients as Soobin preheated the oven.
Flour dusted the countertops, and the scent of vanilla extract lingered in the air, adding to the cozy atmosphere.
Occasionally, their community mates would wander in with curiosity or to fetch snacks for themselves. This was how Soobin found himself lost in conversation with Beomgyu as Yeonjun reached for the sugar and salt.
It was easy for him to find himself distracted as he imagined the look on your face when he gave you the cookies, hoping that they were to your liking.
Baking for someone was out of character for him and that much was obvious from how clumsy he was in the kitchen. It wasn’t that he was horrible but he certainly wasn’t the best, he much preferred to buy stuff rather than make it himself. Though he seemed convinced now that making them himself was the best way to make sure they were enough to showcase how he felt.
Unbeknownst to the distracted Yeonjun and Soobin, the granules cascading into the bowl weren’t the sweet, crystalline sugar he intended, but instead, the coarse, white grains of salt.
Oblivious to this mistake, Yeonjun continued to add ingredients, his mind consumed with other ideas to win you over and gain your attention in a more positive way.
With each stir of the spoon, the mixture began to take shape, the dough coming together in a smooth, glossy consistency. Yeonjun looked up at Soobin and Beomgyu who were locked into something the latter was showing on his phone as he scooped the dough onto the baking sheet, excitement building with each passing moment.
Yeonjun slid the tray into the oven as he excused himself for a few to go change, heart beating with excitement and the hope that you’ll savor the sweetness of his gesture.
Soobin agreed to wait for the cookies to finish as the older boy left, Beomgyu peeking into the oven with curiosity.
As the cookies baked, a faint scent wafted through the air. Beomgyu noted it wasn’t the enticing aroma of freshly baked treats, but instead, the unmistakable tang of salt.
“These for Kai or something?” Beomgyu asks, wondering if the boys were intending to pull a prank.
Confusion clouded Soobin’s mind as he furrowed his brow, unable to understand what he meant. “No? They’re for Y/N.”
Beomgyu’s mouth formed a quick ‘o’ as Soobin shoved him aside, pulling the tray from the oven. Yeonjun returned to see the golden-brown cookies on the counter and smiled.
“Nice! You want one Beomgyu?” The younger boy blinked for a moment, the other two’s obliviousness causing him to snicker as he shook his head.
“No, thanks.” Beomgyu reached behind Soobin, grabbing a bag of chips and waving them in front of the others as he quickly left with an amused look.
Soobin reached for a cookie and Yeonjun quickly smacked his hand away.
“No cookies for saboteurs.” He said firmly.
“Man…”
Of course, Yeonjun had considered giving them to you himself but unlike usual, he always found himself too tongue tied around you.
In the end, he decided to leave them at your seat during your last lecture. Even without sharing the class, your professor was quick to let him in due to her growing annoyance with his begging.
Not having much time to figure out the mystery of the cookies, you shoved them into your bag to investigate later. That was how you found yourself sat with your friends in a cafe nearby campus, cookies sat opened and untouched on the table.
Inside the small box was a scrap of paper that simply said ‘to Y/N, from Yeonjun! :)’
“Why would he make me… cookies?” You asked, head tilted slightly to the side in confusion.
“Seriously? You realize that he’s crazy obsessed with you right?” Jisung said with a look of amusement, swirling around the straw of his latte as he leaned into his hand. “You don’t know how many times Mark has complained about it.”
Chenle nodded, adjusting his sunglasses as he leaned back into his seat. “Right. Like, weirdly obsessed with you. It’s important to me that you know that, Y/N.” His voice was teasing and you rolled your eyes at his usual sarcasm.
You sat, staring down at the box of clumsily decorated cookies. Smiley faces and hearts messily drawn on them each made your chest flutter the slightest bit.
Unfortunately for you, the sweetness of the gesture was quickly overpowered by the complete confusion on your face when Jisung began coughing and spitting one of the cookies out. That was how you learned they were in fact, pact full of salt.
“Really? This is seeming like some weird joke…” your voice trailed off and Chenle snickered.
“Yeah, I just think he’s not very bright.”
Pausing for a moment, you nibbled on the straw between your teeth as you wondered if it really had been an accident rather than a joke. It was obvious that he put a bit of effort in, despite the ultimate failure the gesture had been.
Jisung rolled his eyes as he glared down at the box of cookies with a personal hatred burning in them. “What a waste of cookies…”

The library’s grand facade is bathed in the sunset as you tiredly make your way toward it to get some last minute studying in. Classes haven’t been very stressful as of late but you’ve found yourself growing increasingly distracted by a certain boy.
Multiple mishaps have led to him staying on your mind simply due to his strange behavior. Anytime you had thought about confronting him about it though, he seemed in a rush to get away from you.
Unknown to you, Yeonjun sat in the library with Beomgyu kicked back beside him loudly munching on a snack. Considering how the library attendant seemed to barely care about their job, the noise didn’t seem to be much of an issue at the moment.
“Why’re you so stressed? Just make the perfect playlist and write a charming one liner or something in the description— boom, Y/N falls in love with you and the two of you can make out for all of eternity.” He teased.
Yeonjun glared at him, shoving his feet off of the library desk. “Quiet down!” Beomgyu looked around to see the library was, as he expected, mostly barren. “As if it’s any kind of secret.”
“Whatever. And I’m not stressed, it’s just a playlist.” Beomgyu nodded, although it was clear from his expression that he didn’t believe him.
“Right. Considering how hopelessly in love with her you are, isn’t it weird that you don’t know her music taste?” Choosing to ignore the hard truth of his words, Yeonjun continued scrolling through his music library as he carefully selected each track.
Beomgyu noticed his meticulous attention to detail as Yeonjun scanned lyrics, taking out and adding songs as the moments passed by.
At the start he seemed to kick off strong, choosing songs that Beomgyu has heard in passing from Yeonjun’s own personal playlist from artists like Hanuel and Hojean.
The more he continued to try and curate the ‘perfect’ playlist though, his confidence in his own taste seemed to visibly wane as Beomgyu watched him replace his personal favorites with more popular songs.
Yeonjun chewed on his lip with his eyes narrowed, agonizing over whether each song was romantic enough or if it would resonate with you in the way he hoped.
It was when Beomgyu watched him replace 99% of the playlist with old Bruno Mars songs that he gave his older friend a deadpanned expression, deciding to take over.
“This is getting like… really corny, dude.”
In Yeonjun’s quest for perfection, he became paralyzed by indecision. The two spent hours of Beomgyu offering songs and Yeonjun agonizing over every choice, rearranging the playlist multiple times.
“There’s no hope for you. Just let me do it.” Beomgyu said with a sigh, hanging up his bag of chips as he and Yeonjun swapped seats.
Yeonjun watched in focus as Beomgyu added and deleted tracks, fighting the urge to comment on his choices and unable to shake the feeling that something is missing.
“There.” Beomgyu said after only a few moments, rolling out of the way for Yeonjun to look. “Take it or leave it. I’ve worked my magic.”
Yeonjun scrolled through for a few moments, thinking on it before beginning his edits.
Seeing this, Beomgyu groaned as his head dropped to the desk with a ‘thud’.
“Dude, it should not be this hard. You’re gonna stay single forever…” his muffled voice groaned.
“Shut up.” Yeonjun muttered.
After a few more moments, Yeonjun felt defeated. What should have been a quick and easy process was somehow becoming increasingly more complicated all because it was for you.
“Cigarettes after sex?” Your voice murmured quietly as you stared at the screen from behind Beomgyu, studying the tracks.
The title of the playlist had your heart stopping in your chest, only for the feeling to tighten as you read the description attached to it.
Yeonjun jumped at your voice and quickly snapped his laptop shut. Beomgyu rolled his head to the side, cheek pressed against the desk as he saw you leaning above him.
“Oh, hey Y/N.” His voice was tired and you looked down, giving him a small smile. “Hi, Gyu.”
There was a silence as Yeonjun stared at you like he had been caught doing something wrong and the small smile on your face stayed. “Hi, Yeonjun.”
Your voice was as sweet as ever and the close proximity had him feeling almost dizzy. Attempting to come to his senses, he cleared his throat and gave you his usual charming smile. “H-Hey, Y/N.”
Of course, his voice betrayed him and Beomgyu snickered.
Yeonjun kicked him underneath the desk and Beomgyu groaned, causing you to chuckle as you pulled away from them.
“Sorry for intruding, I came over to ask Beomgyu about something for photography but…” your voice trailed off for a moment as you pondered what to say next.
Yeonjun’s heart pounded in his chest as he wondered if you saw what he was making and if he needed to move across the globe out of embarrassment.
“Well anyway, it doesn’t matter.” You said, ultimately choosing to save Yeonjun from the embarrassment of calling out the playlists’ title.
“I’ll leave you two to it.” You said with a yawn, stretching as you stepped back. “Oh, bye Y/N.” Beomgyu said, voice uninterested and trailing off as he began to doze off against the table.
“Oh! By the way Yeonjun, you should send me one of your playlists sometime.” You said, a hint of playfulness in your voice as he gave you a dumbfounded look, muttering an incoherent goodbye.

Yeonjun stood in the flower shop, carefully selecting a bouquet of vibrant flowers, each bloom seemingly chosen with care and tied together with a delicate ribbon.
He hadn’t known if you’d pay much attention to detail or look into their meanings but he quickly found himself pulling out his phone with each option, making sure to look up the meaning of each specific flower just in case.
Yeonjun’s world almost seemed to shatter when he realized the yellow carnations in his hand were not, in fact, the best choice and they were quickly jammed back among the rest as he began to pace around.
Taehyun watched the ordeal from behind the counter and let out a sigh as he rang for assistance, his coworker clumsily poking his head out from the back in question.
“What’s up?” He asked.
Taehyun motioned toward Yeonjun, “my friend needs assistance. You mind tending up here for a bit?” He asked gently and the boy shook his head with a smile.
Knowing the front was taken care of, Taehyun made his way to Yeonjun with an amused look.
“You know when I told you to get her flowers, I didn’t mean come and tear up our displays.” He said half-heartedly.
“Right, you just meant come and make you more money.” Taehyun shrugged at that, knowing it was more-so a comment stemming from his frustrations.
Adjusting his glasses, Taehyun reached around and fixed up the bouquets that Yeonjun had messily discarded. Realizing the mess, he ran a hand through his hair.
“Sorry, Taehyun.”
Taehyun’s gaze lingered on Yeonjun as he shifted under it, kicking at the ground in frustration. It was obvious that Yeonjun had been stressing himself out over making the right choice.
Despite his friends knowing about his little crush on you, Taehyun had noticed how seriously he had been taking everything when it came to you and couldn’t help but feel that sincerity stemmed from something much more serious.
Adjusting his glasses, he smiled and shook his head at him. “Give me a few minutes in the back, okay? Don’t mess up the rest of our displays.” Taehyun mused teasingly.
Cluelessly, Yeonjun nodded and followed him to wait at the counter as he went to make him a personalized bouquet. With a sigh, Yeonjun felt a slight weight being lifted off of his shoulders as he trusted Taehyun’s choices.

With a nervous flutter in his stomach, Yeonjun approached you at the picnic table where you sat, his heart pounding with anticipation.
As he opened his mouth to get your attention, you looked up at him from your phone with a knowing smile. You’d found that lately you’ve become increasingly aware whenever he was around, even searching for him wherever you’d went subconsciously.
“Hi, Yeonjun.” You said, giving him an expectant look as your gaze traveled to the bouquet of flowers he held.
His grip on them was tight as opposed to the delicacy of the flowers and it made you smile as you held back a laugh.
A combination of blue and violet flowers were tied together by a pink ribbon, the colors complimenting each other and harmonizing well.
“Y/N,” he started before clearing his throat again. This was a habit he picked up when around you, you’d noticed.
“These uh… they’re for you!” He said awkwardly, presenting you them with a goofy smile. His lack of tact made you chuckle as you took them from him.
The silence that followed, though, had a sinking feeling form in the pit of his stomach as he watched your eyes begin to water.
Yeonjun’s expression became clouded with confusion and concern, “do you not like the color? I-I honestly know nothing about flowers so, you can just throw them out if you want! It’s really no big deal, I was just thinking of you so— or, I thought you’d like them. Not that I was randomly thinking of you. Or— not that I don’t think of you, but…”
Yeonjun’s voice trailed off with a nervous laugh, hoping his rambling would cheer you up and relieve you of whatever pressure he seemed to suddenly place on you.
Quickly, you shook your head with a small smile as the tears fell. As you opened your mouth to protest, your nose twitched as you suddenly let out a sneeze.
It's then that he realized with dawning horror that you were allergic to the flowers— the last, ‘fool proof’ gift he had hoped would win you over.
Yeonjun’s heart sinks as he watches you struggle to suppress a sneeze, filled with regret at his thoughtless mistake.
“Sorry, Y/N.” He stammered out, gently taking the flowers from you with a helpless feeling as he watched your discomfort.
Even with your wordless protests he wondered if his friends had been right and he really was clueless.
With anyone else, flirting seemed to come so easily but with you, he wanted his efforts to really mean something.
Quickly he realized that getting caught up in the things his friends thought were romantic gestures were just his own stupid way of ruining everything in the end.
Yeonjun’s cheeks burned with embarrassment as he realized the gravity of his error. Another romantic gesture overshadowed by the unintended consequences of his actions.
He wondered if his constant errors had been some warning of your future— a tell tale sign of truth that was meant to signal to him that all he would do is let you down.
Caught up in his own thoughts, Yeonjun was pulled out of them as you smiled through watery eyes, gratitude shining through despite the discomfort.
“That’s sweet, Yeonjun.” A nervous smile made its way onto his face as he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.
“You’re cute when you’re flustered.” You added on and he realized that maybe, the gesture hadn’t been a total failure in the end.
“You’re cute when you sneeze.” He added jokingly and you rolled your eyes.
“Don’t ruin the moment, Romeo. I can still accuse you of attempted assassination, you know.”
The flowers discarded on the ground, Yeonjun kneeled against the bench as the two of you talked for a few moments. A hint of a confession on the tip of his tongue before his phone went off suddenly, causing him to frown.
Regrettably he said his goodbye before rushing away to go help whoever had called for him, not without one last wave and charming smile.
When he turned back, the world beneath you kept spinning round and round like the plates in a circus act. Yet even with his new absence, you couldn’t leave Yeonjun behind.
No matter what kind of day you were having, he still scratched at the corner of your mind, like a cat begging to be let in.
The smile that creeped up on your face at the memory of him couldn’t be defeated. It was at that picnic table, hands covering the wide smile on your face that you had accepted defeat.

“Are you okay? You seem nervous lately.” Kai asked as he watched Yeonjun step onto his skateboard.
He pushed off with a confident stride, weaving through the concrete park with his eyes fixated on you from a distance.
Leaning against the concession stand, you chatted with your friend that Yeonjun couldn’t seem to remember the name of. Matty? Matthew?
His board caught on a rock he didn’t notice as he watched you laugh, eyes widening as he stumbled forward off of it. Kai followed his sight and clicked his tongue in acknowledgement.
“I’m trying to figure out how to tell Y/N how I feel.” He said as if it weren’t obvious to everyone around him. Despite that, Kai nodded.
“I mean— she seems open to talking to me now after the showcase incident so that’s good news, right?” Yeonjun’s tone was hopeful and Kai’s lips twitched up in a smile.
“Oh, actually…” Kai held the can in his hands away from him as the metal snapped, carbonation bubbling to the top. “I passed her and some of her friends in the quad the other day and she asked me for your number.”
Yeonjun practically threw himself onto the ground at that as he stumbled over his board once more, “she what?! Why didn’t you tell me?”
Kai laughed, shrugging. “Slipped my mind.” His voice was teasing, though and Yeonjun furrowed his eyebrows at that.
Sensing his apprehension, Kai sighed. “She asked me not to tell you.” He said simply.
“Well, you failed.” This time, Kai pouted at him.
“Whatever, you would have found out anyways. Hasn’t she texted you yet?”
“Well if she did, I would have known that you gave her my number, wouldn’t I?”
“Oh,” Kai paused before nodding. “Fair point.”
“I know that you want it to be special but why don’t you just try being yourself? You know, tell her how she makes you feel without overthinking it.” The younger boy offered, sliding his board back and forth with his foot as he took a break.
“It worked for everyone else you dated, somehow.” He added on with a cute tone as he reached forward, pinching him.
Yeonjun swatted his hand away from him and looked back to the concession stand. Leaning against it, you were facing his way this time as if you’d known he was there all along.
When your eyes met you gave him a kind smile, waving at the two of them. Kai waved back as Yeonjun froze and for the moment, he almost thought you were looking for him.
Yeonjun found himself light-headed with the same stupid determination and sudden desire to impress as he stepped onto his skateboard again.
As Yeonjun approached, he decided to show off a trick he and Kai had been practicing. It wasn’t anything too big, just a jump over the small obstacles littered around the park.
With a burst of speed, he launched himself into the air, heart pounding with anticipation. But just as he reached the peak of his jump, his foot slipped off the board, sending him tumbling to the ground in another display of clumsiness.
You gasped in surprise, eyes widening in concern as Kai grimaced, rushing over to help him. Matthew placed the snacks you’d bought on the counter next to you and cringed, “ouch. At least he tried?” He laughed before noticing your lips pressed into a firm frown.
“You should go check on him, Y/N. Make sure he didn’t break any bones or concuss himself?” He said teasingly as he turned, placing a cold can on ice tea on the counter next to your bottle of water.
A look of confusion played on your face and Matthew rolled his eyes, shoving the mess of items into your arms. You stuck out your tongue at him in annoyance before turning back toward Yeonjun.
The embarrassment could have been bearable if he hadn’t seen you walking directly toward him.
Yeonjun rarely felt embarrassed, he never felt like anything mattered enough to worry about in the grand scheme of things. Of course, this changed with you and that embarrassment became a part of his daily routine.
“The universe has got to be against you,” Kai said as he gave Yeonjun an empathetic look and the older boy just laughed it off.
At the end of the day, as embarrassing as that had been, you never seemed to shy away from his embarrassing displays before.
The crinkle of bags dropping next to him alerted Yeonjun of your presence as you kneeled down with a sympathetic smile, cold iced tea in hand.
Yeonjun’s hand that had been soothing his busted ankle fell and he gave you a toothy grin. “Y/N, what a… coincidence!”
You rolled your eyes at this, reaching out and pressing the can of cold iced tea against his red ankle. Yeonjun’s cheeks flushed at this and he looked up again to see you.
“Since your guardian angel is here, looks like it’s my cue to go.” Kai said with a teasing tone, shooting you a knowing smile. “Bye, Y/N~”
A laugh escaped you and you shook your head as Kai pushed himself off on his own board. Yeonjun’s constant effort to impress you lingered in your mind, each attempt seemingly more desperate than the last.
Despite these failed attempts though, Yeonjun became the one constant stuck in your mind. Before he started these grand displays, you found yourself dreading the idea of dating.
You couldn’t be sure what the reasons were for these attempts at first but after the first two, it had became obvious that he was interested in you.
It made you laugh at how determined he was to get your attention, almost like he had blinded himself, never seeming to realize that he had already gotten it.
The last thing you wanted was to get caught up with someone who was looking for a relationship for the wrong reasons. Countless times you found yourself jaded after failed talking stages.
Funnily enough, Yeonjun’s constant attempts to win your affection seemed to have you wrapped around his finger similarly to how he was around yours.
“At least you tried.” You said, echoeing Matthew’s teasing. Yeonjun’s wide grin never left as you moved from on your knees to sit down properly next to him.
His gaze followed you like an enamored kitten and you found yourself suddenly feeling shy under it. “You’re always there at my worst moments.” He said.
“Don’t worry, it’s always just as endearing.” You nudged him gently with your shoulder and he rolled his eyes this time.
“Let me take you on a date, then? I’ll make sure it’s one of your best.” This time, you were the one who grew embarrassed as he leaned in close.
His eyes peered up at you with curiosity as you tried to avoid his gaze. You gently pushed him away with a shy laugh and he grabbed your hand in his, holding it in its’ place against his cheek.
“I’m sure it will be since it’s with you.” And like what seemed like second nature after all this time, his breath caught in his throat. The wind blowing against the both of you left him unfazed compared to those words.
Overtime as he invaded your life, you found how perfectly he seemed to fit like a perfect piece of the puzzle.
Because of Yeonjun, you found yourself learning that love was about hands gripping the edge of the world and letting go, one finger at a time.
Each bated breath, holding it in before the drop came. It was unfamiliar and scary for your first time, but soon you’d get used to the motion; the headlong dive into the deep.
“Y/N,” he whispered your name like a prayer, his voice heavy with all the hope of heaven. Your hand remained still against his cheek only for a moment as his grip on it loosened.
Nervously, you pulled your hand from his against his face, only to take his in your own and gently lock your fingers together. His gaze never left your face as he memorized the patterns of your skin, your own eyes focused down at your hands.
Any anxieties from long before were let go as you thought about him and how recklessly he had thrown himself into it, all for you.
Unabashedly, you wanted to love like he did. So you decided to go with it.
Tracing the lines of his palm, you drew a map to salvation in your mind. After what felt like too long of meaningless encounters and empty promises it seemed that the world led you right to each other.
The last thing that you wanted was to fall for someone disingenuous and find yourself distraught over someone who wasn’t worth it.
Fortunately for you, Yeonjun seemed to hear the knock of your heart and answer it like his calling.

songs for Y/N. ♡
you only get one chance to fall in love with your heart still whole, thank you for making the fall that much sweeter. ;)

જ⁀➴♡ phone in ᝰ.ᐟ
